Tormented into submission

Lisa trembled in fear beneath the crowd of leering bandits. She wanted to flee, to be anywhere but here, hell, even to simply curl up into a ball and try to block out her reality, but chained as she was, she was unable to do anything but clench her eyes shut tight and hope her ordeal would end soon.

She was sure throbbing pain in her jaw was just a taste of what was to come, so Lisa mentally braced herself for the worst which only heightened her nervous twitching and shuddering. It came as a surprise then when she felt a soft, wet touch at her sensitive cunt. A tongue she realised as she released a gasp, the wet organ sliding teasingly over her puffy folds. Her eyes flew open as she felt a similar warm wetness engulf each of her nipples, looking down to see two shaggy haired heads lowered to her breasts. The shock of it only made her want to break free even more, however she could not deny the flicker of pleasure that was quickly building inside her - her nipples hardening and pussy begining to drool needily.

The men continued their ministrations for some time, their technique actually quite expert and surprisingly tender for a bunch of brutes. It didn't take long before Lisa's breathing became laboured and her shudders and jolts were no longer entirely the result of her fear. She didn't even realise that she had begun to grind her hips forward to meet the tongue lapping at her cunt, unconsciously trying to maximise the pleasure she was getting from it. The men realised though - they worked Lisa expertly until she arched her back and let out a yelp, then suddenly stopped abruptly. Lisa once more opened her eyes in shock, her surprised expression full of disappointment and need. The men grinned down at her with stained, broken teeth behind their slick wet lips, saliva and in one case, Lisa's own fluids coating their stubbled chins.

The bandits stood over her watching in silence as she trembled on the edge of orgasm, the former cowgirl writhing and squirming in a futile attempt to push herself over the edge. Gradually her twitching began to subside and the urgency in her expression faded, her breathing becoming more normal as she came down slightly from the precipice of climax. The Lynchers realised this and deemed it time to continue, each now reaching out to grope Lisa where their mouths had previously been. Her breasts were grabbed by strong, calloused hands, the rough skin against her own soft flesh and painfully erect nipples causing her to mewl helplessly. This was nothing compared to the thick fingers that now toyed with her sopping wet pussy, the fat digits sliding into her easily as a wide thumb grinded over her engorged clit teasingly.

This time it took even less to get Lisa to the edge and it was obvious to everyone in the crowd around her. The men were strangely quiet, looking down at her silently as she looked up into the sea of faces with desperation in her eyes. Once more her hips bucked and once more the men fondling her stopped abruptly, right in the moment before her release. Lisa let out a long, low whine of disappointment as she thrashed against her bonds, her thighs quivering as again she felt her orgasm hovering just out of reach. As she looked between the men surrounding her with pleading eyes, begging them silently to fuck her, finish her off, several of them began to unbuckle their trousers and release their cocks. The sudden, overpowering scent of masculinity that engulfed Lisa only served to heighten her desire and again she whined needily, her tongue sliding over her bloody lips as thoughts of tasting the big, hard and undoubtedly flithy cocks flooded her mind.

One of the bandits who had been mauling Lisa's breasts raised himself up onto the table, moving into a kneeling position by her side. His large, bulbous-headed cock was out and he quickly began to stroke it lewdly over Lisa's naked body, the straining red muscle and nest of wiry black-grey hair from which it sprouted a sharp contrast to Lisa's own, soft, white, hairless skin. Lisa stared at the monstrosity transfixed. It was truly disgusting, the way it throbbed and pulsed in the bandit's grubby hand. The way the slit in the wide, flared tip of it expanded and contracted ominously, threatening to erupt with the brute's foul seed at any moment. The sight should have appalled her, the smell of him should have made her retch and yet as she watched on she felt her aching pussy pulsing needily, her body begging to be filled. When the first jet of thick, pearly-white cum spewed from the flared tip, the bandit's muted groan was met with an anguished moan from Lisa, the sensation of the thick, warm fluid spraying across her breasts causing her thighs to quiver. A low chuckle rippled through the crowd, but the men remained surprisingly quiet, seemingly determined not to interrupt this degrading process with their usual heckling, hooting and hollering.

Whatever they were doing, it seemed to be working. Lisa stared up transfixed as the man kneeling over her moved away, only to be immediately replaced by another, this one with a shorter, but much fatter cock. He repeated the process, stroking himself over Lisa's naked form until he too ejaculated over her breasts, his eruption so powerful a jet splashed over Lisa's chin, the scent of it filling Lisa's consciousness. By this stage Lisa was maddeningly aroused... she needed cock, badly. As a third man took his place over her she finally spoke, succumbing to her need and pleading in a whisper. "Please... fuck me..." she begged but the bearded bandit simply shook his head before quickly bringing himself to orgasm, this time unloading directly into Lisa's face, coating her eyes, nose and lips with a massive load of thick, creamy cum.

As Lisa lay twitching, the smell of the slowly drying cum coating her face and breasts filling her nostrils she gasped, a slightly hopeful sound as she felt something pressing against her slick wet entrance, then pushing in deep. It wasn't a cock she realised, but it was long and hard and might just get her there if used appropriately. To her dismay, whatever it was was simply pushed in deep and left there, leaving her with a sense of fullness that still didn't quite scratch the itch she needed it to in order to cum. In fact she realised that if anything, this was worse. The sense of fullness only served as a constant reminder of her arousal but nothing more - she needed to feel it slide out of her slowly, then slam back into her. Only a few strokes and she knew she would be finished.

Alas, it seemed that this was their plan as Lyncher after Lyncher stepped up to coat her in their seed while she teetered on the edge of bliss. She begged and pleaded for them to fuck her but none responded, save for the one time she received a sharp slap across the cheek, the unexpected pain shamefully causing her to become even more aroused. It was only when she let out a scream of anger and frustration before blurting out in an anguished cry, "I'm sorry! I was wrong! I will do anything you want... serve you however you want... please, I beg you.. fuck me!"

A light murmur rippled through the crowd, Lisa's pleas and promise of submission finally seeming to have been enough to convince them. She gasped as she felt the object inside her slowly slide out leaving her feeling painfully empty. Thankfully one of the bandits took it's place, pressing his thick tip against her entrance and holding it there. As Lisa whimpered expectantly the crowd parted and a huge, hairy man entered her field of vision, looming over her head. She could tell this was the leader of the gang before he even spoke, his air of authority unmistakable.

"Do anything, wench?" he bellowed loudly. "Fine sentiment, but yer gonna have to prove it 'fore we give ya what ya want."

Lisa looked up at the brute with a mixture of fear and intense arousal and nodded, to which the gang leader smirked as he dropped his trousers and kicked them aside. As he mounted the table he spoke again. "T'has been a long, hot day in the saddle wench. Clean me and Jake will finish you off."

With that the bandit leader knelt over Lisa's bound form facing Jake, the man between her legs and lowered himself down until his fat, hairy balls rested on her cum-coated chin. His thick, heavy musk was strong enough to overpower the reek of semen that filled Lisa's head and as her view was blocked out by his enormous, hairy undercarriage she was overwhelmed with a deeply conflicting mixture of revulsion and absolute lust. As the big man's sweaty balls rubbed over her face she moaned softly, her aching cunt screaming for release.

When the gang leader felt Lisa's wet tongue dart out and tentatively taste him he let out a grunt of approval, Jake pushing his cock slightly deeper into Lisa's dripping snatch as both encouragement and reward. This had the desired effect as Lisa lapped at the brute more fervently, causing him to nod towards Jake, giving him approval to proceed.

Jake slid his thick, long cock into Lisa's quivering cunt slowly, purposefully, causing Lisa to cry out in bliss. Her lips parted so wide one of the bandit leader's balls slipped between them, muting Lisa's cries before the man above her rose slightly, and repositioned himself. As Jake slid back out of Lisa, the bandit leader lowered himself onto her face once more, this time lining up his sweaty taint with her open mouth.

The long-awaited fucking had sent Lisa into meltdown, her mind a blank white hot fuzz as indescribable pleasure took her. She was completely lost in ecstacy when the bandit leader lowered himself back down onto her mouth, responding instinctively by eagerly licking and kissing at him. By the time her orgasm hit just a few moments later, her tongue was pressed deep into the large man's asshole, the bandit leader bouncing slightly on his haunches for effect as he grinned out at his gang. When Lisa's entire body tensed and she screamed up into the big brute's hairy, sweaty ass, the raucous cheer finally went up. They had broken the slut, easily too and now she belonged to them truly in heart and soul.