Yes

“Three, two, one.”

Lisa let out a relieved gasp as the man angrily pulled his four fingers out of her aching vagina.

“Damn it!” he roared, standing up.

“How the hell did she hold it in?” another Lyncher asked.

“Doesn’t matter.” A third said. “Deals a deal. I’m sure we’ll see her again in due time. Than we can have some more fun with her.”

“Whatever!” The angry Lyncher shouted. “Just go down to Deadneck and hire as many whores as you can! Kidnap them if you have to! I’m going to go kill something!”

“Shouldn’t we give her some clothes first?” another Lyncher asked.

“Yeah,” the angry Lyncher suddenly smiled. “we should. Hold her there.”

The hands kept Lisa pinned to the ground, but it didn’t matter. She was too weak to move right now anyways. The angry Lyncher was whispering something into one of the other Lyncher’s ear, and when he finished, the Black Lyncher nodded, ran off, and brought back a box of matches. Lighting one, he lit all of Lisa’s clothes on fire except for her bra.

“Here.” He smiled, tossing her her bra. “See you in Deadneck.”

He walked off with the other Black Lynchers. Lisa watched with pain as her clothes burned to ashes, but as soon as the Lynchers had left, she let out a loud moan and cummed all over the ground. She could feel her sticky fluids running over her butt, and weakly pushing herself away from the spot; she slipped on the bra and tiredly made her way back down the cliff.

With the clothes Lisa's wearing and her current condition, anything could happen to her on the way back to Deadneck. Does she make it back safely, or does something else happen?