on Deadneck

Had anyone been watching the tree line just outside town they would have seen several shadowy figures emerge from the gloom, crouched and moving with purpose towards Deadneck. As it was, the twelve went unnoticed as they scurried across the open plain, making a beeline for the gun store which glowed with candlelight from within. The gunsmith was still awake - good, Lisa thought as her heart thumped in her chest with anticipation.

The group slipped silently into the shadow of the gun shop as Lisa separated from them, straightening and doing her best to collect herself before moving towards the door of the dwelling attached to the store. She undid the top button of the dirty white officer's shirt she wore, exposing some cleavage. She hoped the quick splash in the creek had been enough to clean off the worst of the many stains of her recent exploits. With butterflies in her stomach she rapped her knuckles on the wooden door before calling out in a sing song voice, "Hello Mr gunsmith sir... are you in there?".

Lisa heard the scrape of a chair on floorboards before heavy footsteps approached from within. She heard several locks slide open before the door abruptly swung wide to reveal the gunsmith, a tall, wide, hideous man. The smell that wafted over Lisa a moment later was enough to make her gag but somehow she managed to keep it together, her eyes watering as she smiled up at the man.

"Howdy Sir, my apologies for the late hour but I'm in need of some protection urgent like and uh..." Lisa pushed out her chest as she tilted her head slightly, smiling up at the man seductively. "I thought maybe you wouldn't mind helping a girl out?".

Lisa needn't have worried about her appearance, the gunsmithclearly liked what he saw as his hideous face split into a wide grin.

"Well o'course girly. Come on in and let Usher show you his... firepower." the big man's voice boomed as the door swung wider. Lisa took the invitation, pushing past him and making sure to press herself against him as she passed, her soft breasts rubbing against the gunsmith's hairy forearm in the process. She heard the door close behind her as she took in the messy kitchen she found herself in, supressing a smile when she felt the man's large hand grope her behind through her stolen uniform trousers without hearing the locks clunk back into place. Playfully she skipped away from the man.

"Hey now Mr Usher," she chided, pulling a small purse of coins from her pocket and swinging it in front of her face. "Business first... show me what you've got and then maybe..." she let out a playful giggle, "after you can show me what you've got."

Lisa reached out and brushed her fingers over the gunsmith's crotch, her eyes going wide as she felt the girth of the monster beneath. The foul man was packing a beast, she realised as her knees clenched involuntarily, her resolve to stick to the plan faltering momentarily as her mind wandered.

Usher let out a deep chuckle as he watched the girl's reaction. He would enjoy breaking the little slut, no doubt but why not earn a little coin first. He thrust his hips forward, grinding himself against Lisa's lingering hand which was enough to break her trance. "O'right then... follow me." he commanded before stalking into the store at the front of the building. Lisa followed in a daze, telling herself to snap out of it and stick with the plan. Usher lit several lamps which shone off the metal that filled the room. A long glass case housed the very best of his stock, rifles and handguns with ornate flourishes gleaming up from within. Lisa heard the jangle of keys as she gazed into the case, only looking away as it opened before her. Usher was staring at her intently with a predatory grin and as Lisa's gaze wandered lower she could see his very obvious arousal.

Catching herself staring Lisa quickly blurted, "These are all very fetching sir... uh, Mr Usher but they are too fancy for this simple girl's taste." She looked towards the racks on the wall from which many weapons hung, much more rudimentary but just as deadly. "Perhaps one of those?"

When Lisa turned back, Usher was already upon her, his huge frame filling her vision as he loomed over her. "I'm sure ya can find a way t' pay me lass." he hissed ominously, his fetid breath wafting over Lisa and making her dizzy. Before she could react the man had torn her trousers clean in half exposing her bare behind. Despite his size and age, Usher was lightning quick and before she knew it, Lisa was bent over the gun cabinet, the head of Usher's enormous cock pressing against her well used opening. To her shame she was dreadfully wet, the thought of the disgusting old man's cock having excited her enough to prepare her for this. Still it took some effort for the old man to push past her resistance, finally breaking through as they both let out a deep groan of pleasure in unison.

And just like that, Lisa was getting fucked from behind by a foul old man. She didn't even resist, lost as she was in the overwhelming pleasure of being ruthlessly pounded by the gunsmith's massive cock. He thrusted relentlessly, caring for nothing but his own pleasure and yet, Lisa found this exquisite. She was being touched in sweet, deep places she didn't know she had - enjoying it so much she had unconsciously begun to push back into her ****'s thrusts. Her breasts had spilled free from her shirt, mashing against the cool glass of the cabinet, as the guns glinted up at her. She was so close...

Suddenly Usher's thrusts ceased, a gargled, **** sound escaping his throat. Lisa, lost in pleasure bucked her hips wildly, smashing herself back into the gunsmith's cock. Once. Twice... then boom! Lisa howled as she came and as her walls clenched tight around the old man's monsterous phallus she felt it unload deep inside her, throbbing violently as it spurted Usher's semen directly into her womb. By the time Lisa came to, Usher's cock had slipped from her leaking pussy, his load sluicing down her thigh. The sound of laughter brought her back to her senses and as she turned she was shocked to see several of her gang mates surrounding her. Usher lay dead on the ground between them, a thin cord pulled tight around his neck, his cock still rock hard and dribbling cum.

The gang leader gave her a smirk, "Good work love, but ya didn't have t' actually fuck 'im." then turning to the others he yelled, "Get to work lads. Grab yerself a firestick and plenty of ammo... and fill up that sack over there with some extras."

The men got to work as the leader turned back to Lisa. "Ya really are a slut ain't ya?" he grinned and Lisa could only blush and bow her head in response. "It's alright love." he continued as he unbuttoned his stolen trousers. "I fuckin love sluts, me. Now suck it."

Lisa's pussy was still quivering from her orgasm and her heart pounding from the excitement of their incursion. She had just been **** and taken part in a **** and yet, at the sight of the outlaw's cock, in response to his demand she could do nothing but comply. She wanted to comply. As the gang ransacked the gun store, Lisa slurped diligently on the leader's cock, caressing his balls as she coaxed out his load. This was her place now and much to her shame, she fucking loved it.