Towards the moaning.

Something about the woman's moaning drew Lisa towards the bushes. She crept slowly on her bare feet toward the sounds. She used one arm to cover her naked chest and the other to hide the modestly of her pussy. Part of her wondered if she had modestly left after the punishment booth. She could still feel soreness in her pussy and especially her worn out ass. Still something about the prospect of freedom from the **** was worth the risk to make it home.

She came closer to the sounds and realized the woman was far from alone. Grunts of two men could be heard the closer she got and a third man's voice was heard.

"Listen slut. We're looking for someone. Brunette, average height, big tits, fresh tattoos and piercings. A real slut. Probably running through this park naked." He said as his friends ran a train on the poor woman. "Have you seen her?"

The woman pulled her head off the cock in her mouth to mumble "No sir... Please sir... I'm a working girl... You must let me get back to work." She said as a cock was stuffed back into her whore mouth.

"You are working slut. Your warming the boys up for our little hunt." He said delivering a smack on her ass.

Lisa watched as one man plowed the whore from behind as another **** her to suck his cock. This was one of the hunting parties determined to capture her. She looked to see the whore's clothes discarded on the bushes. She could possibly get to them but she would have to get awful close to the group.