Defiantly

Wincing from the stinging pain, rage surged through Lisa's veins. After everything she'd been through she had finally had enough. Standing up straight she glared at the woman and spat. "Your 'man' **** me!"

The venom in Lisa's tone was enough to give the woman pause so Lisa continued. "That vile, disgusting excuse for a human beat me, then **** himself upon me until I blacked out." she hissed.

The second slap came even faster than the first, the **** of the blow knocking Lisa to her knees as her head swam.

"Shut up ya lyin' harlot!" screamed the woman as she towered over Lisa. "Bill ain't innerested in no scrawny thing like you. Bet ya strutted about showin off them little titties didn't ya. Begged him for that big cock o' his." She spat on Lisa who, still disoriented, swayed on her knees. "Grab her girls. Strip the bitch."

The surrounding women wasted no time, hoisting Lisa up and gripping her tightly as they tore the stained jail-issue jumpsuit off her body. As she heard the fabric tear and felt the cool night air kiss her bare skin Lisa had the vague realisation that the garment was her very last possession in the world. She had nothing left.

Lisa growled and cursed as she tried to break free but her aching, exhausted muscles refused to work, her weak frame helpless in her assailants' grasp. She was roughly bent over something, a bench or a table she couldnt be sure, and her arms and legs were stretched wide and held in place while another woman pressed her head down against the hard surface.

"So bitch..." came the large woman's voice from somewhere close behind her. "Let's have a look see at the tight lil' cunny that seduced my Bill eh?"

Lisa whimpered as she felt heat at her rear - the flame from one of the lanterns she realised, burning hot against her damaged flesh. The woman clucked her tongue as she inspected Lisa's exposed folds which were still red and raw from her ordeal, her passage gaping obscenely from within. "Looks like ya bit off more an you could chew darlin'." She chuckled callously as she surveyed the damage. "Bill's a big boy he is... takes a real woman ta please him right it does."

Lisa felt hands on her ass which soon spread her cheeks apart to reveal her similarly broken anus. "Oh ho and wouldya look at this!" the woman exclaimed as she peered into the gaping orifice. "Dumb bitch thought it might be easier up the clacker. Well sweet... don' you worry. We can help ya out see." The woman released Lisa's buttocks and slid her fingers along the cowgirl's slit causing Lisa to yelp. "With a bit of trainin' you'll be fittin all sorts o' things up here."

Lisa pleaded pathetically, her voice barely more than a hoarse whisper but nobody paid her any mind.

"Someone get some pig grease from the cookfires would ya? An' not too hot now, we wouldn't wanna burn her none..." the woman called out as she continued to pinch and prod at Lisa's broken snatch.

"See darlin'" said the woman, her tone sinister, "Used ta help me Pa birth the calves I did, back when I was lil'. Amazing how much muscles can stretch ya know. How much they can endure... with a bit o' help." With that she pressed two fingers past Lisa's opening causing the cowgirl to cry out in shock. "Hush, hush... it's always a little tough at first, but once yer stretched out proper well, you'll be stretched fer good."

A light chorus of laughter rippled through the surrounding crowd, several of whom were still holding Lisa down. Their chuckling died out as one of the women announced her return. "Here ya go Jane... still warm but not too hot as to burn her I reckon." said an unknown voice and Lisa felt the intruding digits slip from her aching hole.

The smell of the grease made Lisa's stomach grumble loudly and she was momentarily distracted by the thought of food - she was literally starving, she realised. The thought was abruptly interrupted as pressure returned to her cunt, this time the digits mercifully slick at least. She could tell Bill's bitch, Jane was pressing more fingers into her this time, pushing them in deep and spreading them in an effort to stretch her opening but her battered muscles clenched tight in an attempt to resist. Jane was insistent however and the warm grease was extremely effective lubrication so soon, Lisa felt herself accepting more and more of Jane's hand with each thrust.

Eventually Jane relented, Lisa's abused gash left yawning, the muscles clenching around nothing as the larger woman took a moment. As it turned out, Jane had a plan. She had reapplied the grease and when she returned her attention to Lisa she began to apply strong, steady pressure as she attempted to push her whole hand past the cowgirl's faltering resistance. Lisa squirmed and moaned helplessly as she slowly felt herself split wide and begin to envelope Jane's slippery hand. Just when she thought she would break in half Lisa's resistance gave way and Jane's whole hand slid deep inside her eliciting a breathless, throaty croak from the captive cowgirl as her eyes rolled back in her head.

"There we go..." cooed Jane, "Knew ya could do it. Now just relax... yer gonna love this."

Lisa's mind was at once ablaze and completely devoid of thought as brand new sensations assaulted her consciousness. Part of her was acutely aware of what was happening. Painfully conscious of the fact that a fat, horrible gang bitch was wrist deep in her while another part of her had begun to disassociate from the present long ago. As she felt Jane's fingers flex inside her, Lisa willed herself to simply pass out and switch off, hoping she might get through this **** much like her ordeal with big Bill. Unfortunately for Lisa the stimulation was intense and only becoming more so, threatening to **** her into the harsh reality of here and now - to experience every moment of her **** in terrifyingly vivid detail.