Lisa wakes up.

Lisa came round with a shock as a bucket of icy cold water was thrown into her face. Spluttering from her soaking she attempted to bring her hands up to her face to wipe her eyes. Her hands refused to move and it took a moment for her befogged mind to recognise the chafing of ropes on her wrists.

"What the fuck?" Lisa blurted out, shaking her head both to clear her mind and to throw off the water dripping down from her tousled blonde hair.

"Wakey wakey." Jessica sneered.

Lisa took stock of her situation. She had no idea how long she'd been out cold, but the cowgirl who'd effectively cold cocked her had been busy whilst she was ****. She found herself tightly bound to a hitching post inside the barn.

"Hey, what the hell?" She swore angrily.

Whilst she'd been out cold her clothes had been removed and she was butt naked. She was bent over the flat bar of the hitching post with her wrists and ankles tied together at the bottom of the upright posts. She shook herself furiously, but the uprights were firmly driven into the ground and designed to stop a horse pulling free, let alone a naked cowgirl.

The uprights were about a yard apart so Lisa's legs were spread wide and the height of the bar she'd been stretched over meant that her toes barely touched the barn's dirt floor. She realised with horror that in this position her ass and her cunt were lewdly displayed and **** to any **** that her captor might decide to inflict.

Jessica squatted down in front of her prisoner. She grabbed a handful of Lisa's blonde hair and pulled her head up so she could stare the woman who had killed her brother in the eye. Lisa's blue eyes blazed with cold fury at being tricked and humiliated and as her head came up she spat at Jessica. Her dark haired tormentor looked surprised for a moment, but then surprisingly grinned.

"Glad you've still got some fire in your belly bitch." Jessica drawled, wiping the spittle off her pretty face with her sleeve. "This will be much more fun for me if your kicking and screaming."

Lisa shivered involutarily. Jessica's beauty, with her finely boned face framed by long dark curls seemed to make her threats more ominous than if they'd been delivered by a hulking, scarred brute. It occurred to Lisa that another woman might be more skilled at torturing her than any man could have been, knowing exactly where she was most vulnarable from personal experiance.

"Well, now that you're back in the land of the living I might as well get started." Jessica said softly. "And believe me sugar this will be a pleasure."