Lisa meets her captors

Lisa shifted awkwardly under the large man's gaze as the sounds of his fellow prisoners ransacking the camp filled the air. To break the tension as much as anything, eventually Lisa asked, "So what will you do now? More will come... they know where you are." Lisa paused as the man's eyes narrowed. "The track..." she added.

The prisoner grimaced, he knew what she meant. They were strong men, violent and up for a fight, yes. But they were also almost all city folk, well out of their element out here. They would not last a week in the wilderness without starving or dying of thirst, or more likely, turning on each other and collapsing from within. A shudder passed through the muscular man and Lisa saw her opportunity.

"There is a town nearby. Small, but well provisioned. Only law is a single sheriff... I just came from there." Lisa began.

The prisoner raised his eyebrows at the cum stained cowgirl whose confidence began to rise, the woman sitting up straight as she continued, apparently unconcerned by her jizz glazed tits swaying enticingly before her brutish captor.

"There is a big hotel thats mostly empty, you could hole up there for the night, maybe longer - and there's a gun shop run by just one old man. An easy target... you could take over the whole town if you wanted. I know how... I could show you."

The burly prisoner cocked his head and pursed his lips as he considered the whore's words. The town sounded promising, certainly better than roaming the plains aimlessly. The whore began to speak again but he silenced her with a gesture. "Enough." he told her, harshly enough for her to flinch in surprise, her generous breasts bouncing enticingly as she gasped and shrunk away from him.

"Don't move." the man commanded before striding to the entrance of the tent and calling out to the others. He was quickly joined by a small group to whom he explained Lisa's plan. She could only make out parts of what was said, but what she heard sounded promising, at least as far as her plan was concerned. The regular use of the words whore and slut were less encouraging, clearly some of the men were more interested in her body than any strategies she may have for the group's survival.

Eventually two of the men entered the tent and moved to stand over her. One was the familiar black man, tall and rippling with muscle, the other a shorter, more wiry fellow with a hollow eyed stare. Despite his smaller stature he was somehow far more intimidating than the black man, his wild eyes and wispy, thinning hair giving him the appearance of a mad man. If this was the leader of this group she could be in for a rough time.

"This town... sounds promising." the wiry man said finally, his voice a raspy croak that somehow carried more command than his booming, muscular colleague. "You will guide us and we will treat you accordingly but..." the man's grey eyes travelled over Lisa's naked body mometarily causing an unpleasant shiver to pass through the young woman. "The men, they lust you see. They demand release." His eyes continued to devour Lisa's naked form, her rag doing little to cover her shame.

"You will sate the men, then we will prepare our **** on the town. Given your recent ordeals they will be instructed to only expect your mouth and your hands, for now." a smile flirted at the edge of the man's lips as he noticed Lisa gulp. "Serve them well and you will not be mistreated. We will have the town at nightfall."

The silence that followed demanded that Lisa fill it but all she could manage was to lower her head and nod her agreement.

"Good girl." came the raspy voice. "Prepare yourself, we'll get started soon.

"M-may I please have some water?"Lisa asked hopefully, "Or maybe, wine?"

The wiry man chuckled at this. "Of course love, can't have you going dry on us now, can we?" He stepped away, retrieving a half-empty bottle of something from a cluttered table in the corner, then returning to Lisa. He held the liquor out to her with one hand as the other began to unbutton the waist of his filthy prison issue trousers. The thick, heavy stench of the man's masculine scent, sharp with sweat and tinged with piss hit Lisa so hard she winced. Instinctively she grabbed the bottle, hurriedly uncorked it and gulped down a big swig. It was harsh, some kind of hooch that burned her throat and made her eyes water but even it was not strong enough to block out the powerful odour of the man's cock and balls. She took another swig as the man revealed his package, his thick, semi-hard cock springing free from a wiry nest of pubic hair to point at her ominously. Below it swung a pair of heavy balls, equally hairy and glistening slightly, fresh sweat coating the layers of dried old sweat beneath.

As the foul thing came closer and closer to her face Lisa swallowed the last of the booze, tossing the empty bottle aside and reaching up towards her unwelcome task. She gripped the now rock-hard cock and brought the shaft to her lips, brushing them against it softly as she took in the full extent of the unwashed man's aroma. It sent a wave of nausea through her, a pang of revulsion causing her to shudder, but as her lips parted and she tasted the salty tang of the prisoner's manhood she felt something else too. Lisa's pussy twitched ever so slightly at first, then when she opened wide and took the cock properly into her mouth she felt it throb. To her shame, her body was responding, flushing her full of endorphins and spurring her on. Part of her was horrified... she was no slut, she should not be enjoying this!

But another part of her, one that was becoming increasingly hard to ignore was telling her, since she was in this mess, stuck with no escape, there was no harm in enjoying right, just a little?