Out of the frying pan...

Soon the outlaw bellowed in triumph as he ejaculated deep into Lisa's bowels, the woman sobbing beneath him helplessly. He pulled away and zipped himself back up, grabbing the collapsed Virgil up off the floor and dragging him out of the room.

"Momma..." he sobbed as he was dragged away, the brutish man laughing harshly. "Ya momma can't help you now son. And if you know whats good fer ya you'll get goin and never come back. Unless ya wanna end up like she did."

Lisa was only vaguely aware of them leaving, such was her broken state. Her busted anus leaked cum and blood and her glazed eyes stared unseeing as the remaining outlaws stepped forward for their turn. One moved toward her face while the other flipped her back over, apparently not as perturbed by her earlier creampie as his friend. The one up top dropped his trousers revealing his average sized member which hung flaccid, looking down at Lisa. He sighed, "Needin to piss again... jesus." He cursed, then a wicked gleam shone in his eyes as he turned to Alma and unleashed a torrent of dark yellow liquid all over the dead woman. The irony wasn't entirely lost on Lisa but she was too broken to react when the man turned back to her, shaking off his member as he stroked it to attention before bringing it to her lips.

Meanwhile the other outlaw had removed his pants and was working his way into Lisa's tight, cum soaked tunnel, burying himself deep with no consideration for her comfort. With a cock in either end time got hazy for Lisa, and the men had their fun, plowing her relentlessly until each had sated themselves. Cum soaked and aching all over, Lisa finally lost herself to sleep, her body and mind seeking sweet respite from the torments of her day.