Training the newcomers

The next few days were chaotic. The Lynchers, having effectively secured all of Deadneck for themselves set about ransacking and claiming all of the properties in and about town. Each of the men claimed a building for themselves to call home while collectively they set up a perimeter and built ramshackle guard towers. In a few short days the town had been converted into a bandit fortress of sorts - if the law were foolish enough to attempt another attack they would have their work cut out for them.

While all this was going on Lisa had been tasked with overseeing some of the prisoners, the women having been split into groups and housed in some of the larger establishments around Deadneck. Lisa was given charge of the group in the hotel, her unrestricted access to firearms, keys and the food stores further evidence of her complete acceptance of, and into the gang. Until things settled down Lisa was to keep the women bathed and fed and make sure none escaped.

There were eight women in total under Lisa's watch and she had split them into pairs, each pair sharing a room where they were chained to a bed throughout the day. Each woman was taken by Lisa personally to move about, wash and get a little fresh air and it was during these times that Lisa tried to get to know the women a little better and impart some of her experience onto them. Unfortunately most were not forthcoming, too meek, traumatised or stubborn to engage with Lisa as she probed them with questions. She didn't have the heart to **** information out of them so most days were spent in silence. That was until Belle, a cute young woman whose eyes still bore a flicker of brightness, one day surprised Lisa with a question.

"Miss... Mistress," she began, uncertain how to address Lisa whose rough appearance and demeanor had seriously intimidated the women, "Can I ask you something?"

The girl's voice was timid yet her rising inflection carried a hint of hope that brought a smile to Lisa's lips. Belle was maybe eighteen or nineteen and was rooming with her mother who was still quite an attractive woman in what Lisa assumed to be her early forties. If her mother was anything to go by, Belle's petite frame would fill out further, especially if she was bred. Those breasts would swell nicely were she to produce milk... something Lisa was sure the men would enjoy thoroughly.

Catching herself staring at the young woman as she bathed, Lisa snapped herself out of it, responding kindly. "Lisa darlin'... ya can just call me Lisa."

"Lisa..." Belle said uncertainly, a tinge of red rising in her cheeks as she cast her eyes down at the dingy bathwater surrounding her. "I... I'm no fool. I know what awaits us. What awaits me. Momma says it will be fine but I know - I'm not stupid."

The girl raised her gaze to meet Lisa's, her eyes wide and wet and yet she was not crying exactly. She was scared yes but more so, to Lisa at least it seemed the girl was nervous. As Belle stared up at her Lisa nodded encouragingly.

"I saw what they... did, to you." Belle continued, her cheeks burning brighter as she spoke. "And... and I'm scared. I ain't even kissed a boy let alone..."

Belle's voice broke as she trailed off but again Lisa noted the girl's lack of tears. Moving forward and crouching before her, Lisa reached out and patted Belle comfortingly on the shoulder, the cool, wet skin soft to Lisa's touch.

"Oh sweetie." Lisa cooed. "I understand. It must be scary - those fellas look so rough and mean, but truly they aint so bad. Specially if ya give 'em what they want. Sweet thing like you could have em eating out of yer hand in no time."

Belle's eyes brightened slightly at this but quickly became sorrowful once more. "But my momma, she says she has a plan to get me outta here. Keep my virtue in tact, she said. But I'm scared... I don't want her to get hurt or nothin'". Belle said with a sniffle.

Lisa suppressed her anger at this news, forcing her kind smile as she continued to nod encouragingly at Belle. "Sorry darlin', but yer right ta be scared. There ain't nothin' out there but Lynchers, fer miles an' miles. We've taken the town and surrounding farms. There's no escape."

Belle stared back wide eyed and nodded - she knew this already, Lisa realised. Suddenly it dawned on Lisa exactly what was happening here. While the daughter had accepted her fate, the mother wanted to fight. To save her child at least, not knowing that her child was perhaps more accepting of her new place in life than she could ever imagine.

A knowing smirk crept over Lisa's face. "Don't fret love, I'll take care of it. Ya were right ta tell me ya were, we can fix this all up tonight, fer good. Now wash yerself real good..." she told Belle with a wink, causing the girl's face to turn bright red and lower her eyes once more as she nodded in response.

Later as Lisa led Belle back to her room she urged the girl not to mention anything to her mother - she had a surprise in store that would solve everything, and even help the rest of Lisa's charges accept their place. As she walked away from the locked room, Lisa whistled softly to herself. The wetness she already felt between her legs, just at the thought of what was about to happen was proof enough. Tonight was going to be fun.