Chained

Lisa jolted awake, immediately noting the tight constraint around her neck. Instinctively she reached for it, surprised to find her hands had been unbound and she sighed in relief as she stretched out her arms before inspecting the object cinched around her neck with her trembling fingers.

It was metal, cold to the touch although what felt like leather lined the inside of what she assumed was a collar, making it slightly more comfortable against her neck. Exploring further she found the clasp but no amout of prying would open it. It must need a key, she figured. A thick chain linked the collar to the bed frame, looped in such a way that she had no hope of breaking free.

She took the opportunity to stretch her arms and legs, relishing the chance to ease her aching muscles, however movement brought with it pain. Her ass and cunt felt as though on fire, but neither seemed to be actively bleeding, the blood and other bodily fluids collected there already mostly dry.

Thankfully Alma's body had been removed, the trail of blood leading out the door a stark reminder of her callous ****. Lisa was staring at the door as it opened and to her surprise a rough looking, if rather fetching older lady appeared, looking Lisa over from the doorway in silence for a moment before entering.

"You're up and about, that's good." she said placing a steaming wash basin and towel down on the foot of the bed as she looked Lisa up and down. "Listen, I dont have long. I convinced them to let me bring this for you, but they only agreed as they'd rather your holes be clean for the next round, if ya get my meaning." she offered Lisa a sad smile that was pretty despite a few missing teeth. She was a handsome woman, long black hair flowing over her slightly worn features and framing her buxom chest enticingly. In fact, although a bit tattered, the dress she wore was quite stunning and her boots looked new, the heels clicking smartly on the floorboards as she walked.

"You're theirs now love. Property of the lynchers and there ain't no getting out of it.. trust me I know." she said matter of factly. "But you do have an important choice. You can fight them, try to resist... kick and scream and bite. Believe me, they wont care. Some of them actually prefer that. To see a woman break slowly." the woman sighed and shook her head.

"Or, you give yourself to them... willingly - or at least as willingly as you can. Pleasure them how they prefer, crawl around at their feet like an eager pet. Believe me sweet... it's a better life than being chained." she gestured with a nod towards Lisa's collar. "In time you might even earn their respect, of a sort at least."

The woman shrugged. "Your call sweet... but I've been here more than three years now and seen all sorts come and go. The fighters never last long love... so choose wisely."

With that, the woman left Lisa alone to wash herself up and contemplate her advice. Lisa winced in pain as she wiped clean her broken holes, the thought of any further **** terrifying her. Perhaps the woman was right... anything that might warm her captors to her, aid in better treatment of her... it had to be worth it, right?

After about ten minutes, the woman returned with a pile of clothes tucked under her arm. "How did you go then love?" she asked kindly. "The boss said to give you these if you promised to behave." she said, spreading out a plain but clean skirt and button up shirt on the bed before rattling a chain of keys at her. "Can unlock you too... just say the word. Otherwise someone else will be up for you soon... if ya want to go the other way."