A contract of sorts...

“Untie her!”

Lisa could barely make out the voices she heard. But before long, she felt the ropes loosen, and she fell to her knees. She didn’t get to rest long though, for two of the cowboys picked her up, and the last one cut off her pants. Now, she stood before all the people in nothing more than her panties.

“Nice view, isn’t it?” the cowboy asked the people from the saloon.

None of them could resist nodding.

“Well, since this here woman owes us three hundred dollars, I’m sure each of you will get to see what’s under these panties!”

“Three hundred!” Lisa shouted angrily as she began to comprehend what was going on. “You said sixty!”

“That was before you got violent with us, miss.” The cowboy replied. “Now if you would kindly sign this paper.”

The cowboy stuck a pen and a piece of paper in front of her. Her hands were released and she collapsed once again.

“No.” Lisa growled, keeping her head down.

She immediately felt the bull whip lash against her back again, and she arched up in pain, screaming aloud.

“We can keep this up all night.” The cowboy said. “I don’t tire easily.”

Lisa glared at him, then at the paper. She wasn’t sure how much more she could take, but then, she wasn’t sure if she wanted to take any more.