A tricky decision ahead

Lisa had a rough night. Once she had recovered from the shock of her ordeal and the shameful euphoria of her climax she tried loosening her bonds, pulling and tugging at them for what felt like hours but to no avail.

She could hear Usher tinkering about in his shop, coughing and grunting as he worked and she cursed him under her breath as she finally gave up hope of freeing herself. As she lay there in silence she became acutely aware of the wet, slimy feeling deep inside her as her ****'s cum slowly oozed out of her brutalised cunt. At one point a wet bubble audibly popped, the sheer lewdness of it causing another shameful pang of lust to course through her. Try as she might to end the unsettling sensation this caused her, she could do nothing in her bound state - no amount of kicking or writhing or clenching her thighs could abate her torment.

Trying to take her mind off her discomfort, Lisa began to focus on her ****. She would kill the man, that much was certain, but there was truth in what he had said. Killing him outright would put her at the mercy of the townsfolk and, although repulsive, the gunsmith did appear to be a respected member of the community. She had to be smart. First though, she had to convince him to release her. For a while at least, she would have to play along.

Mercifully, sleep eventually took her but while it released her from her physical torment, her dreams were filled with nightmarish visions of capture and ****. She cried out several times throughout the night, loud enough to alert Usher who stood over her for long periods, leering down at her sleeping form as he stroked himself through his trousers, formulating his own plans for the morning.

Lisa awoke to sounds of activity in the kitchen, dishes clanking and the sound of something sizzling in a pan. Instinctively she tugged on her bonds, the rope still as tight as the night before, then with a huff she resigned herself to waiting for the revolting gunsmith to come to her.

It wasn't long before Usher walked in carrying a plate and a cup, the smell of bacon thankfully overpowering the man's own foul stench. "Ahh, yer awake. I hope you slept well." he said, mockingly. Lisa clenched her teeth, resisting the urge to snap back, merely glaring at the man as he approached her bedside.

"Still angry eh? Well, that's only natural but I hope yer not still fixin on killin me. That won't end well for ya." Usher told his captive. "Besides, I've got a peace offrin... here, ya must be hungry." He took a piece of bacon between his fat, greasy fingers and held it out to her, waving it in front of her face. "Come on, take it. I can't rightly untie ya can I? Gotta know I can trust ya first."

Lisa's stomach growled, the delicious smell of the bacon exacerbating her hunger. She leaned forward and took it in her teeth, working it into her mouth and chewing on it hungrily. She swallowed it down, wincing slightly as the crispy sharpness scratched her dry throat. "Here, ya must be parched." Usher said, holding the cup out for her, the powerful fumes of his alcoholic concoction making Lisa's eyes water. With no other option but to thirst, Lisa opened her mouth, and Usher poured for her, taking the opportunity to pour too much, only stopping after Lisa had sealed her lips and the liquid was dribbling down her chin.

He held out another piece of bacon, which Lisa accepted, then continued to speak. "So, as I say... trust. I wanna untie ya, I really do, but first I need to trust ya." He shook his head. "A tricky situation this. First, tell me... do ya want to kill me? Fer what I done to ya?"

Lisa met the man's gaze and after a moment, nodded.

"Ahh, honest at least. A good start." he chuckled. "And if I release ya.. will ya try to kill me?

Lisa slowly shook her head to which Usher nodded. "Right answer, but is it the truth?"

"It's like you said." Lisa finally spoke. "If I kill you the law will be all over me. Besides, I'm not a murderer. "

"Glad to hear it." Usher huffed. "Well, if'n I do let you go yer gonna have to go around doing somethin you don't wanna. That bein, not killin me. Are ya any good at doin things you don' wanna?" He asked, staring at her intently.

Lisa returned his gaze, looking slightly confused as she nodded. Usher grinned at this, placing the plate down and stepping forward to loom over her. To her horror, he deftly unbuckled his trousers and dropped them to his ankles, revealing his long, dangling cock which seemed to stare down angrily at her. The smell of it made her gag, clearly it had not been washed since her **** the night before. Her face contorted in a mask of disgust as it began to stiffen before her eyes and Usher commanded in a harsh growl, "Prove it."