Back to Usher, where she belongs

The reality of her situation hit Lisa as she stood naked and alone, dripping with piss in full view of the townsfolk and nobody seemed to care one bit. They'd seen worse... people were ****, murdered over nothing, **** to whore or befell a host of other horrible fates regularly. The only thing this lot cared about was that they themselves were not the ones meeting such fates. She was penniless, her only friends were children whose lives were at risk just to know her and hell, she didn't even have any clothes. She had hit rock bottom.

She took a last look around the town with a sigh, then slowly trudged back up the steps to Usher. Yes, he was a vile, disgusting man who took pleasure in degrading her, but he would at least look after her. Besides, he was the one that had taken her maidenhead after all... wasn't this how things were supposed to go? She tried not to think about whatever it was that he had awoken in her, the needy hunger that led to her debasing herself by succumbing to her most base desires. This was the logical, rational choice, she told herself as she entered Usher's.

Harry Usher was seated across the table and when Lisa entered he greeted her with that familiar leering grin. "Decide ta stay did ya missy?" he chimed mockingly, "I hope you know what that means..."

Lisa simply nodded silently so Usher continued in his mocking tone, "Means ya belong ta me it does... an ya have ta do whatever I want. Whatever I say goes, ya got that?"

Lisa nodded once more at which Usher scoffed. "Good. Ya can start now... come over ere." he commanded and Lisa complied, growing slightly worried at what he might demand of her.

"Here..." he said, thrusting a half full bottle of hooch at her. "Drink up. All of it... yer gonna need it." she gulped at the thought of what that amount of his brew would do to her but all things considered, it could have been worse. She popped off the cork and began to chug, taking several swigs over several minutes to finish the bottle as Usher watched on.

"Good!" he declared loudly as he stood, grabbing her roughly by the arm and dragging her back outside. "Now we're gonna visit an old friend a mine."

Lisa was barely conscious of the fact she was once more being paraded before the townsfolk naked, her focus consumed with trying to walk straight and keep up with the big man. The rough, uneven ground hurt her feet and made walking tough, the powerful booze seeping into her bloodstream made it even tougher. By the time they arrived at their destination, a non-descript old barn, she was properly drunk, swaying on the spot as Usher banged loudly on the door.

The door soon swung open, answered by a thin, wiry man of middle age. He grunted a greeting to Usher before casting his eyes over Lisa, his tongue protruding from his mouth as he looked the naked young woman over, still tantalising despite her dishevelled appearance.

Usher greeted the man, "J.B." he began, slapping Lisa on the shoulder causing the fallen cowgirl to sway slightly. "Be needin some o yer help with this un here, if ya catch my drift."

J.B.'s eyes shone with understanding and he quickly nodded, opening the barn door wider and waving the pair in. Usher dragged Lisa inside and the pair followed J.B. through the barn to an area at the back where a very hot fire burned in what appeared to be a makeshift forge. Various tools and implements were strewn about and J.B. began to fossick around pulling out various items and lining them up on the bench beside the fire.

Lisa was out on her feet at this point, only vaguely aware of what was happening around her but the heat of the fire felt good on her skin, which brought a smile to her face. Usher and the strange man talked for a while but none of it really made sense, then she was led to what seemed to be a stall of sorts where her wrists and ankles were strapped tight to wooden beams. She was left to stand there for some time, grateful for the assistance her bindings offered in keeping her upright, before eventually she felt something heavy being fitted around her neck. She grunted in protest but could do nothing to stop the heavy object from being attached to her, and she felt it click shut then tighten until it was snug around her neck.

She was left alone again, even more grateful now for her bindings as she struggled to balance with the new weight, swaying from side to side as it pulled her to and fro.

The men eventually returned and Usher, she could tell by his familiar stink, gripped her tightly around the waist and held her firmly in place. She only had a moment to ponder this before a searing pain exploded from her rear causing her whole body to tense and her back to arch as her screams echoed through the old barn. The smell of cooking met her nostrils, not unlike bacon frying but she was barely aware of it, the pain only intensifying as it went on, and on and on. Mercifully her screams died out when she fainted from the pain, falling limp in her bonds, her head lolling obscenely.

Usher released the girl and stepped around behind her to admire J.B.'s handiwork. The flesh was still smoking, red and raw and would take weeks to properly settle and heal, yet he could already make out the symbol seared into her ass. An upturned horseshoe forming a U, with a bullet floating in the centre. Usher's own mark and a permanent reminder to all who saw it, who the bitch belonged to.

"Fine work J.B.." chuckled Usher as they made their way back to the fire. Both men stared into it as the brand glowed brighter and brighter, J.B. spitting before saying, "Jussa well she dun passed out I reckon, this uns gonna sting."

Usher nodded absently, watching the red hot coals shimmer and glow in silence until J.B. pulled the iron from the fire. Wandering back to the girl, Usher asked, "How much do I owe ya fer this anyway, J.?" To which J.B. responded with a cackle, "I reckon ya let me take a ride when she dun wakes up and we call it square."

Usher slapped the man on the back heartily before returning to his position, gripping the **** Lisa tightly around the waist to keep her still, this time pulling one leg aside to expose more of the soft flesh at her upper, inner thigh.

"Pleasure doin business." said Usher before falling silent, both men watching intently as J.B. pressed the brand into Lisa, the sound of her sizzling flesh filling the air.