Lisa panics

Despite Lisa's intention to keep her cool, the reality of her impending double teaming was too much to bear.

"No! Stop that! Please!" she cried as the man before her thrust himself deep, the one behind probing her rosebud with thick, rough fingertips.

"Aaaaarggggh!" Lisa screamed as she thrashed wildly, kicking her dangling legs violently and managing to make contact with a third man who stood watching on. The grip on her tightened.

"Stupid cunt!" spat the bandit who had received the kick. "Yer gonna learn yer fuckin place!"

His angry face filled her vision and she felt a hand grip tight around her throat, said vision quickly fading as her head swam. When what felt like an impossibly huge cock **** its way into her tight ass, she was unable to protest. Unable to scream, the light dimming in her eyes as unconsciousness took her. The last thing she saw before the darkness engulfed her was Kel's face through the crowd, her expression full of worry and disappointment.

Lisa's awareness returned slowly, like a fog gradually lifting and as it did, all she could feel was pain. She was lying face down on something hard, her body flattened against the unforgiving surface but when she finally willed herself to move, nothing seemed to happen. Worse, even attempted movement sent an explosion of pain through her core, as if part of her very being was broken beyond repair. As Lisa lay still, breathing deep she slowly became more aware of different sensations. Different sources of her discomfort.

Lisa ached all over, her joints strained and muscles screaming as if her body had been twisted and contorted in ways it wasn't supposed to be. Her throat was on fire and it hurt to breathe let alone swallow, and she felt at once both broken and hollow inside, and impossibly full. The sensation between her legs didn't bear thinking about, a ripped up, broken feeling as if she had been torn in half by the foul men who had assaulted her.

As Lisa's mind started piecing reality back together she became aware of the men around her, talking and laughing, still crowded close. Too close. Still unable to really move she willed herself to seem small. To disappear... to be left alone. Alas, this was just the beginning of her torment.

Just as Lisa had begun to breathe steadily and her mind started to clear, a searing pain exploded from her right buttock. Hot and deep, when the smell of burning flesh hit her nostrils an image came to her - the **** woman, the ashtray... the whiskey bottle.

"No." she tried to say, the word coming as a raspy hiss that earnt her a slap on her damaged ass.

"Ahh, there she is lads, cunt's awake." a harsh voice anounced to a chorus of laughter. Lisa tried to move, to sit up but she only managed to shift slightly, the effort causing her intense agony.

"Relax darlin'," came another mocking voice, closer this time. "Yer doin such a good job now ya know yer place."

To her horror, Lisa felt a sensation she had never experienced before, a pressure deep in her guts moving, pushing, and then slowly, torturously easing. Her heart sank as she realised in that moment what was happening to her. The pain seemed to both increase and subside as whatever was inside her was pulled free and for a moment she wondered if this was what childbirth felt like. When the object finally slipped from her, Lisa was hit with a whole new wave of sensation, her busted, broken cunt gaping and exposed, damaged nerve endings pulsing and throbbing. She wasn't left wondering for long, the tell-tale plonk of the bottle being uncorked confirming her worst fear.

Laughter rang in Lisa's ears as the bottle was passed around and the men drank, but when they fell silent she had a terrible realisation. She tried to brace herself but her broken body still refused to move, ultimately unable to offer any resistance as she felt the pressure of the wide base of the bottle pressing into the busted mess between her legs. **** stung her broken flesh as the bottle slipped into her surprisingly easily, much to her shame and utter dread. There was no disputing it, she had been destroyed completely, there was no coming back from this. No place in proper society for a broken slut like her.

When the bottle pushed up against the entrance of her womb, Lisa's eyes bulged and she tried to scream, but all she managed was a raspy hiss that burnt her throat and made her eyes water.

"Someone shut this bitch up." A nearby voice demanded and almost instantly there was a cock at Lisa's lips. She knew what was required of her, this was her place now. Her lips parted and she sucked the filthy cock into her mouth, tears streaming from her eyes as a cheer went up around her.

Despite it all, when Lisa felt the cock in her mouth twitch she involuntarily clenched around the bottle, causing her to let out a gravelly moan as her eyes rolled back in her head. This elicited more laughter from the crowd and earned her another slap on the ass, this one not hurting anywhere near as much, she realised. In fact, she felt herself warming to the task, her body warming up and her pain subsiding. Lisa worked her tongue harder, lapping at the underside of the fat cock in her mouth in the hope of easing her pain.

"Lookit the slut." someone observed, "She fuckin loves it."

And in that moment Lisa did love it, she loved the distraction from her pain, loved the building pleasure that helped dull her senses, that helped block out the reality of her destruction. In this moment she loved nothing more than the cock in her mouth, and the many more that would follow it.