An old "friend"

The person who had grabbed Lisa quickly spun her around. As he did so, Lisa's eyes widened. It was the Black Lyncher who had finger **** her just the day before.

"Time for some ****." He grinned.

Quickly, he pulled out a good length of rope and pushed Lisa to the ground. Her arms were tied within the minute, and as he flipped her around, he stripped her of all her weapons and pulled out a knife. The pieces of her shirt that he couldn't pull off he cut off with the knife, and he cut clean through her bra. Now, all she had to cover herself with was her pants.

"Now," the Black Lyncher smiled, "either blow my cock, or I'll hand you over to those indians down there as a gift. It's your choice."

Lisa glared at him.