Lisa finds her place

The initiation that followed Lisa's capitulation seemed to go on forever. In fact it was several days and nights of degradation, humiliation and debauchery that ultimately broke the young woman's mind completely. When Lisa finally came to she was a different woman, a new woman who knew her place in life and that place was here.

Her memories of everything that occurred over those few days were hazy but certain things stood out. Like when the bandit leader had taken her ass, pounding her so brutally, so relentlessly that she lost all control of her bodily functions. She recalled being mortified, wracked with shame at being reduced to such a pathetic low in front of all those hungry eyes and yet, their reaction had surprised her. Rather than mock her, most of the men simply ignored the mess as if it were the most natural thing in the world, as if that was just what happened when the big boss railed his sluts. There was something perversely heartwarming in this to Lisa's broken mind, a sense of acceptance and true freedom to be allowed to simply be before this group of men. When she next climaxed, her broken anus gripping tightly to the gang leader's mighty, thrusting phallus she found herself grinning back at the surrounding men happily, thanking them silently for accepting her.

She recalled other things. Vile things that should have repulsed her but that at the time, in the heat of her lust she not only did willingly, but eagerly. In fact as her mind wandered back to some of these acts - licking cum off dirty boots, drinking piss directly from softening cocks in between fuckings, even voluntarily spreading her legs wide to allow some of the bandits to penetrate her with a whiskey bottle, she felt a familiar flush of heat in her loins. There was no doubting it, no denying it... she was a filthy slut now.

It was not only Lisa's mind that had been broken by her initiation, her body had undergone changes too. The damage done to her pussy and ass left her walking with a strained gait, her walk almost bow-legged due to the constant aching pain. The fact she was never given time to properly recover didn't help - Lisa barely lasted an hour or two each day before copping her first creampie.

Lisa had also suffered some facial injuries throughout her ordeal receiving a nasty knock to the head which left her mildly concussed and a gash on the forehead that left an impressive scar. She had also lost one of her upper front teeth and broken several others. When a couple of the Lynchers pointed out that the sharp, jagged edges of her shattered teeth would scratch up their cocks when she blew them, she happily allowed them to remove them. The process had been painful and gory and yet she thanked them with a bloody smile once they were done.

Lisa found that the Lynchers were actually quite nice to her, now that she had submitted and allowed them free use of her body. And the more time she spent with them, the more normal it felt to serve them, to belong to them. They were a wild pack, rabid and mean but she was now one of them, and it felt good. This was evidenced one night when the hotel, now the Black Lynchers' headquarters was attacked. A posse of lawmen from neighbouring counties had teamed up with some of the local men and mounted an attack in an attempt to rid the town of the gang for good.

Lisa had joined the bandits in taking up arms, her aim still true as she managed to kill two of the attackers and wound several more. The gang had repelled the incursion so easily that several men chased down the fleeing survivors on horseback, eventually dragging most of them back kicking and screaming. A show was made of hanging all that opposed the Lynchers, except of course for the women. They were afforded the dubious mercy of being spared in return for their servitude to the gang and it was Lisa who was tasked with showing them the ropes.

Some of the terrified local women who for now were huddled and chained together, recognised the once cowgirl, now bandit and pleaded quietly for her to set them free but Lisa had other plans. With a loud whistle she called over a few of the bandits who approached eagerly, still in high spirits from the victorious battle, licking their lips as they leered at their terrified captives.

"Now, ladies..." Lisa called out, making a show of it. "I know you must be scared, many of you grieving but if you want to survive ya better listen up." She turned to wink at the men closing in around her before continuing. "As property of the Black Lynchers you will have many duties but none as important as this." Lisa turned to face the men as she dramatically tore off her dress and tossed it aside, several of the captives wincing as they looked upon her heavily bruised flesh. "I suggest you learn to love it, and quickly... or you're in fer a very bad time..."

With that, Lisa stepped into the throng who descended on her like starving dogs. The men took her in every conceivable way, Lisa demonstrating all of the acts she herself had endured to the shocked onlookers. When Lisa took a moment to glance at the women she was pleased to see a mix of reactions - many terrified but some noticeably less so. She winked lasciviously at those with blushing cheeks before she slipped back into the wild tempest of rutting, her cries of pleasure tormenting, and in some cases arousing the captives. Each woman that witnessed Lisa's depraved display knew that they were watching their own future unfold before them, that in fact Lisa's fate was the best that they could hope for. To become an honoured whore of the Black Lynchers.