Lisa runs

As Lisa felt the aching need in her loins grow she realised she had to escape while she still could. Somehow despite Alma's disorientating aphrodisiac she managed to grip onto her conviction to flee and she **** herself to her feet, albeit unsteadily. She didn't even turn to look back at the old woman, scared that her foul lewdness may yet draw her back in, instead pushing herself towards the open front doors through which harsh sunlight streamed into the otherwise dingy room.

Alma called out at her but Lisa paid no attention, staggering from the hotel and out into the street. The hot sun was so bright she had to squint and could barely see where she was going. She used her hand to help guide herself along beside the building, taking the first corner she could to get her off the street and hopefully out of trouble.

Lisa staggered along, her eyes streaming with tears due to the shock of the bright light and the overwhelming sense of distress that had started to overwhelm her as realisation of what had just happened to her began to sink in. She had been ****, surely. Her struggle to simply walk was evidence enough of that. Fuck! She had to get home to Usher, at least there she would be safe...

Lisa turned another corner, her sense of direction long gone as she stumbled blindly through the back alleys behind main street. It was as she rounded the next that she slammed face first into an unseen figure, their large muscular frame sending her tumbling backwards to land unceremoniously on her ass, unwittingly giving the stranger a perfect view of her glistening sex. She squinted up at the stranger, only able to make out a vague silhouette - they looked large and ominous and as she tried to address them Lisa's voice caught in her throat, a pathetic whimper escaping her lips. The figure stepped forward and reached out towards her and Lisa froze.