A shower, of sorts

Usher grabbed Lisa by the arm and guided her off the bed. She followed him along closely, **** to follow blindly as she kept her eyes shut tight against the stinging sperm that coated her face. She was shocked to feel a cool breeze then the heat of the sun against her naked skin, realising he had taken her outside where anyone could see her shame.

"Wait, where are you taking me?" she asked nervously, tilting her head about in the direction of the various sounds of the town going on around her.

"Now now don't fret sweet. Ain't nobody watchin. Just gonna getcha cleaned up real quick and we can get on with the day." he chuckled as he led her down the few steps that led up to his porch. There he let go of her, the rocky ground sharp on her bare feet as she stood alone, feeling very exposed. "Now wait there a mo." he said before the stairs creaked once more under his weight.

Despite Usher's assertion, the sound of hushed voices nearby seemed to Lisa to be growing, as if there were people nearby and they were moving closer. She tried opening her eyes to look, but was met with nothing but a blurry bright light and a sharp stinging sensation.

"Over here love!" came Usher's voice, far too loudly and she instinctively turned towards him as the hubbub around her seemed to grow. Suddenly she was shocked by a collective gasp, clearly there was an audience and something was about to happen. Before she could question Usher she felt a strong, steady stream of warm liquid cascade down on her. Hoping to wash her eyes clear of Usher's thick load she turned her face up toward the source tilting it from side to side and letting the powerful stream cleanse her face. It was only when the stream ceased that she finally wiped clear her eyes and opened them, realising with horror what was happening.

Usher stood above her on the raised porch, pantless with his semi-engorged cock pointing down at her. Piss dribbled from the tip, much as it dribbled down her chin and breasts, the ground at her feet wet with his urine. Her cheeks burned brightly as she turned, taking in the crowd of locals who had gathered to witness her humiliation. As she peered from one to the next, one of them chuckled which quickly spread and soon the entire crowd was laughing heartily at her.

Lisa wanted to run, to hide her face, her shame but her legs were rooted to the spot. She looked up to Usher who grinned back at her, looking straight at her as he addressed the crowd loudly. "Poor lass is still all dirty lads, and I'm bone dry! Anyone care to give her a hand?" A cheer went up and several men jogged up onto the porch, their boots clattering loudly as they moved up the steps and into position. Several women left the crowd, tut-tuting to themselves, but more stayed to watch. With nowhere to go Lisa looked down at the ground as the first stream hit her shoulder, then snaked its way over her breasts and stomach. She clenched her eyes tight as she felt more streams hit her all over, some spraying her thoroughly while others aimed specifically, mostly at her face or cunt.

Lisa whimpered to herself as half the town expelled on her, the men whooping and hollering and showering her with insults until they were spent. Shamefully she began to feel herself growing warm and tingly between her legs once more. What had Usher done to her? Was she still drunk, or truly just a whore all along? She clenched her thighs as she contemplated these thoughts trying to come up with some kind of plan to get herself out of this mess, but she was soon snapped out of it by the sound of the men stomping back down from the porch and wandering off to get back to their day. Then only Usher remained, grinning down at her. "There y'are love... all cleaned up." he snorted as he turned back to go inside, leaving her all alone.

She stood there in shock, not knowing what to do next. Usher's door was open and she was sure she would be welcomed inside but what would become of her? To go to him after this would be to accept this kind of treatment for, well for good. Could she really submit herself to a life of such degradation?

But then, what other options did she have? Her reputation in this town was ruined, probably in the whole county. A cum covered, piss whore at the mercy of a lecherous old sleaze. She was ruined so completely the whorehouse might not even take her. She looked about the town, then back to Usher's front door.