Getting Railed

There were eleven of them Lisa learned in the end, long after their debaucherous use of her body was over. They had been gentle really, she thought as she watched several muscular figures lope ahead of her as the group left the plains, pushing into the scrub for cover.

As she walked Lisa's mind wandered back to the last hour, maybe two... a hazy time filled with mind blowing orgasms and flooded in bodily fluids. The escapees had treated her far better than the lawmen, the criminals taking her with an air of respect, almost reverence compared to the sneering degradation doled out by their guards. The thought shocked her - just how many cocks she had taken in such a short time. Lisa's flesh was bruised alongside her pride, and yet there was a delicious sting to the pain that she could not ignore. She was a changed woman, of that there was no doubt, but she was still alive and she hoped, still had a chance at freedom.

The leader had used her mouth and the process had reawakened her desire, the now familiar sensations of pleasure rising as she surrendered herself. As soon as the man climaxed, coating Lisa's breasts in his seed, another man took his place, then another and another. She wasn't sure how many used her in the end, she didn't think they all did but after a while she didn't care. She spread her legs for them, bent over for them and eventually gave up any pretense of not enjoying herself. This led Lisa to several screaming orgasms that now had her blushing as she recalled how she had begged for more, how her body had shaken like a leaf. How she had thanked them afterward.

Indeed she was a changed woman. A whore of sorts, and not just in society's eyes. She knew deep down that she was now fundamentally altered. She could never be a proper wife, a good mother. Not only because no man would have her, but because she did not want to be. As her eyes wandered over her new companions a thrill fluttered up her spine. On the run with a gang of prisoners, how could she not be excited? But as one man caught her eye and flashed her a smile she felt a momentary thrill of a different kind. Her cheeks reddened as she realised she couldn't wait for them to use her. For these filthy criminals to have her screaming in ecstacy and begging for more again.

But first things first. The group slowed as they approached the creek that snaked around one side of Deadneck, relishing the cool shade of the trees that lined its banks. Here they set about planning their **** on the town, Lisa drawing a crude map in the dirt as she explained the best course of action. To her surprise the men listened intently and seemed happy to follow her lead.

They were a motley lot, half of them shirtless, the rest clad in ill-fitting pieces of stolen uniform. Almost half bore firearms, a few carried sabres, the rest, assorted poles, pipes and chains. They looked truly menacing - Deadneck wouldn't know what hit it - and yet, when the planning was done and all that was left to do was wait for nightfall, Lisa beckoned a couple over. She had a few ideas on how to help pass the time...