Lisa the

Lisa awoke in confusion and pain. She was standing, still bound in the stall but the discomfort she felt at her wrists and ankles was nothing compared to the searing pain she felt on her ass and pussy. It was so bad that it took her several moments to even register the cock inside her. Someone was fucking her from behind, roughly and as her eyes focused and Usher came into view she assumed it must be his friend, the weird, wiry guy who... branded her. Fuck!

Suddenly the weight around her neck felt very heavy as the realisation of her situation hit home. She had been collared and branded. She was now property. Usher's property. She cried out, a long, hopeless cry of anguish as this understanding washed over her, the sound met with a wail of triumph as J.B. erupted deep inside her, filling her with thick globs of cum. He smacked her ass hard as he slid out of her and walked away, the slow drip of his semen down her leg a foul, disgusting sensation she could do nothing about.

"All square then Harry." J.B. chuckled as he buckled up. "She's all yours."

The two men unshackled her then Usher roughly dragged her by the collar out of the barn, J.B.'s cum still dribbling down her leg.

"So ya wanted to help me at the shop, I reckon ya will be great for business." Usher sneered as he dragged her back through town, poor Lisa still naked, branded, collared and freshly fucked. When they finally arrived home, Usher led her to a set of stocks, pushing her down into them before sealing them shut. Lisa was only vaguely aware that she had been put on show, her naked body on display at the front of Usher's gun shop as an enticement. She was little more than eye candy, although the locals could taste her for just a little fee, her worth far less than the women at the local brothel.

When the first customer arrived, drawn towards the store by the strange, bedraggled mess of a woman Usher chuckled deeply, pushing the young man towards Lisa. "For you my friend... free. Fuck her, then come inside and inspect the merchandise."

The customer was only too happy to comply, fucking Lisa long and hard, his hips slapping against her ass until he blew a massive load deep inside her. Lisa, to her shame came as well, her muted cries still loud enough to garner interest from several passers-by. Soon she was surrounded and Usher happily laid out the prices for each of the services she would provide to the growing throng of locals. It would be a long night ahead for the new highlight of the gun shop, poor Lisa would be used again and again in ways more degrading than the next. The worst part was that she kept on cumming... part of her liking this treatment despite her understanding that she needed to escape. To run. As the seventh man of the night hilted himself deep inside her and began to rut she felt her sanity slip. If she came again perhaps she would lose all of her will to resist. She would become a true slut, begging for more and more cock just as her owner wanted for her.