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As Lisa washed herself off yet again in the darkness of Usher's yard she had some time for reflection. She could hear the escapees cursing and yelling at each other inside and a smile formed upon her lips. Their attempts to remain silent was beyond comical - the fact they had been caught for their previous crimes was not surprising. Yet as she thought about the day, from the officers attacking her to being rescued by the gang, to now being rescued once again, she couldn't help feel an affinity towards the men. They were rough, yes and most of them dumb, certainly. But they had a roguish kind of charm to them, and they knew how to treat a lady. Her mind wandered back to the tent where so many of them had used her. Oh the pleasure she had felt. Oh how she had cum. No wonder she was still shaking like a leaf as her thoughts turned towards the next step of their plan. No wonder she couldn't wait for whatever came next.

Eventually the gang emerged, Lisa shushing them playfully as they clomped down the wooden steps. One of them slapped her behind, a couple more groping at her bare legs as they passed - she hadn't bothered to find new clothes, she was warm enough in just her knickers and shirt, besides her lack of clothes would be helpful for the next stage of the plan. She quickly took Usher's keys and locked the place up. No point making it easy for any potential heroes to arm themselves, she thought. Lisa then led the gang through shadowy streets and around the back of darkened buildings towards the hotel. Even more rapists ahead, she realised. She had told the group that she had been a captive there but had omitted the more embarrassing details of her ordeal with the Morgans. It would be interesting how this played out.

The plan was similar to the attack on the gun store - Lisa would approach alone and get inside, then attempt to facilitate quick and easy access for the men. Worst case they would smash their way in after a few minutes if Lisa failed. And so it was that Lisa found herself upon the hotel doorstep, knocking gently upon the large wooden door. There was a dull glow eminating from inside. The fireplace most likely, perhaps a few candles. With any luck Virgil would be sleeping soundly while Alma remained awake, pottering around the place. Lisa's heart thumped in her chest in anticipation, and she jumped slightly when the lock snapped, and the door swung open.

Suddenly, there stood Alma peering out into the night with an annoyed expression. It took her eyes a moment to adjust, then as she recognised her escaped captive a worried look flashed across her features. She scanned the young woman up and down, immediately noting her torn shirt and lack of pants. Her scowl softened.

"Oh dearie, is that you?" Alma asked in a concerned whisper. "Whatever 'appened love?"

The old woman reached out and wraped a pudgy arm around Lisa, gently pulling her inside. "Come on love. Git in an' by the fire. Alma will warm you right up she will."

As Alma led Lisa towards the fireplace her fat fingers were already all over the young woman, slipping up under her torn shirt and stroking the soft flesh at her hip, just beneath her stained underwear. Lisa realised Alma spoke true, she was warming up alright. Returning to the site of her deflowering brought back disturbing memories and filled her with confusing emotions. The familiar feminine tang of Alma's scent didn't help, and as Lisa took a seat on the worn old sofa by the fireplace, she was acutely aware of the growing wetness between her legs.

Alma settled down next to the younger woman, her hands betraying her otherwise comforting hug as they groped and molested Lisa. The old hotelier's eyes glinted in the flickering firelight like a predator's as she closed in on her prey.

Lisa played the part of prey perfectly, having been rendered immobile by the sudden **** on her senses. Without realising she had parted her thighs and in an instant Alma's fingers were there, pushing in under the filthy fabric of her underwear to stroke intently at her now sopping womanhood. It only took a few expert strokes followed by a prolonged forceful pinch and Lisa was cumming. She looked up at Alma wide eyed as she squirmed, her mouth agape as waves of pleasure cascaded over her. Alma wasted no time in filling Lisa's open maw with her free hand with which she had been furiously masturbating, the familiar flavour pushing the poor young cowgirl over the edge and into a second, slightly less powerful climax. By the time Lisa had regained her senses she was on her knees. Alma had pushed her to the floor and manoeuvred herself such that she straddled Lisa's face, and just as the young woman realised, she was pulled into the steamy wet mess that was Alma's cunt. Slick, sloppy sounds intertwined with Alma's moans and grunts as Lisa went to work on Alma, her head swimming in sensation until the older woman's flabby thighs clenched tight around her face. For a moment Lisa thought Alma was about to cum, but suddenly her head was yanked back by her hair and she found herself looking up at a handful of gang members surrounding them. One of the men had a leather strap pulled tight around Alma's neck and the poor woman was turning a worrying shade of purple.

"No... dont..." Lisa whispered, the taste of the woman on her lips so strong it overwhelmed her senses. "We don't have to kill her... she will be useful."

Alma nodded eagerly as the strap wrapped around her neck loosened slightly, spluttering and gasping for air as Lisa continued.

"Her son, Virgil will be up there somewhere along with any guests." Lisa said nodding towards the stairs.

"No guests," Alma wheezed. We kep' it empty fer you." she added, nodding at Lisa. "Please don' hurt my Virgil."

Before she could respond Lisa was dragged further backwards by the hair, one of the prisoners stepping in between Alma's flabby thighs, then unceremoniously burying himself deep into her hairy cunt. Lisa had a front row seat as the well sized member disappeared into the old woman. Alma whined in shock at first, but as the wiry, older prisoner began to thrust, her cries soon became moans of pleasure.

It was this scene that greeted Virgil as he was dragged downstairs, an escaped prisoner gripping him tightly at each side.

"Momma!" He blurted before a sharp slap across the mouth silenced him. Alma was far too lost to pleasure to take notice, her yelps of pleasure rising alongside her climax but the gang began to laugh and mock Virgil as his mother was **** to orgasm. The man fucking her threw his head back theatrically and cried out, "Ohhhhh Mommmaaaaaaa!" as he came, filling the old woman with his seed. Alma came with him, her thick thighs wrapping tightly around his muscular torso as she screamed in pleasure, crying out for more.

Virgil whimpered softly as the men bound him to a chair and gagged him with an old rag, but as the older escapee slid his spent cock from Alma's still pulsating pussy, Lisa couldn't look away. As if from a distance she heard the voice... registered the command. "Clean it, slut."

And she did. As Lisa crawled on hands and knees towards Alma's gaping cunt, dripping with fresh cum, she felt an exhilarating mix of lust, shame and wild abandon. She realised she loved this feeling... giving herself over to depravity, especially when ordered to do so. Who was she to disobey after all? The heat eminating from Alma was intense and as she watched the puffy, cum slicked folds pulse before her, she felt them drawing her closer and closer. When her lips parted and she tasted the mess between Alma's thighs, Lisa almost came again spontaneously. Soon she was lapping and slurping at the old woman like a hungry pet, letting out happy sounds of pleasure as she swallowed down her prize.

Lisa was vaguely aware of a conversation going on above her... the leader was explaining the situation to Alma, she realised. This place now belonged to them - that much was clear, and Alma would play nice or her beloved Virgil would take a bullet to the skull. Lisa hoped her tongue had helped push the old woman toward such an agreeable response, her lips closing in on Alma's engorged button as she gushed promises of obedience to the gang leader.

Lisa revelled in the sheer depravity of the situation, so much so that when she felt rough hands grip her waist she raised her behind accordingly. She didn't know which one of them it was, but it didn't matter... it felt divine as the rock hard cock slid inside her. And once it began to thrust, pushing her forward and mashing her face into Alma's sloppy bush, she felt an overwhelming sense of bliss take her. She realised she had been in a perpetual state of arousal since back at the rail camp, maybe even since she had last been here, with Alma. And now that she had returned to the place where she had become a woman proper, it felt so right to be railed by a real man while lapping at her loving maternal guide. Her vision went white as she came, her already laboured breathing descending into coughs and splutters as Alma exploded again, dousing poor Lisa in a shower of fluids.

The last thing Lisa would remember was the man inside her filling her with his load before the night became a blur. A beautiful, sensual blur. Whatever tomorrow might bring didn't matter in that moment, all Lisa knew was that she was finally home.