Precariously positioned above the outlaw's pulsing cock, Lisa made a last gasp attempt to distract the men. "But wait, I don't even know your name!" she protested weakly, to her surpise causing the men holding her up to pause momentarily, the one before her declaring. "Sir. You can call me Sir, slut... dont forget it." and with that she was lowered roughly down onto his waiting cock, the shock of it causing her to cry out, "Uhhhhgh, yes Sir!" causing both men laugh loudly at her.
The man behind her then chimed in as she felt his exposed cock prodding up between her ass cheeks and he leaned in to nibble at her neck before whispering in her ear. "And master... you can call me master... say it!" he commanded, his tip poking into her aching hole. Lisa glanced over at the comatose woman, a shudder of revulsion coursing through her as the words left her mouth, "Yes, master." She whispered, her response only half complete when the outlaw thrust violently into her, burying his cock deep in her ass.
Suddenly Lisa had two cocks inside her, her legs dangling below as she was held aloft and the two men began to move slowly, easing themselves in and out of her. Never had she felt so full, the entire lower half of her body seeming to stretch wide for the invading phalluses as they pried her open, plumbing her depths seemingly without a care in the world for her own pleasure.
Lisa looked about as the crowd of drunken, salivating men watching her **** edged in closer and she sensed her chances of controlling the situation were all but gone. Lisa begged the men with a final plea, "Sir... master. Please, take me upstairs. Let me show you both how happy I am to serve you. To serve the lynchers."
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