Dutifully

Mustering up all her determination, Lisa pushed aside her urge to resist and silently lowered herself to the ground at Jane's feet. The cowgirl's submission brought a collective gasp and hushed giggles from those watching on and when Lisa glanced up at them she was met with cold, vindictive stares laced with an amused sort of malice. She decided staring at the dirt was a better option, counting the pebbles in the hope of distracting her from the growing ache in her legs as she knelt.

The women soon fell into their normal routine, gossiping and bitching about life in the camp. Lisa tried to follow along at first but soon she found her concentration drifting. Despite finally having had a decent night's sleep and a hearty meal, her body ached all over and her mind was even worse. What was happening to her, she wondered. The old Lisa would have never taken any attitude let alone her recent treatment from a slovenly oaf like Jane and yet now she felt powerless, helpless before the larger woman. It was as if something had broken inside her and her will to fight had leaked away into the prairie somewhere. She had to get it back.

Lisa was jolted alert by a sharp clip over the back of her head.

"Isn't that right, slut?" Jane growled and Lisa, realising her error in zoning out quickly agreed, nodding her head eagerly.

"Yes mistress Jane, exactly as you said." came the fallen cowgirl's hushed voice, almost automatically.

A harsh round of laughter rose up among the women at this, some slapping their thighs as they rocked in hysterics. Jane simply grinned at poor Lisa who stared back perplexed until Jane spoke again.

"Sounds like they don't believe ya pet." came the large woman's voice as she shuffled in her seat slightly, hiking her dress up before yanking on Lisa's leash.

"Show them what a good girl y'are." Jane commanded with another rough tug upon Lisa's leash.

Suddenly enveloped between Jane's thick thighs, her knees stinging from her short journey over the stoney ground below, the familiar sight and scent of her mistress' sex came as a relief to poor Lisa. Here she felt sheltered from the mocking stares of the horrible camp women, and comforted by the fact that here, she knew what to do. What was expected of her.

Jane let out a low growl of pleasure as Lisa's lips pressed into her folds eliciting a light giggle from the group, but the big woman's show of power had already had the desired effect. Their crowing cackling had ceased the moment the new slut set to work, replaced with a quiet awe. So quiet was the gathering that Jane's breathing could be heard as Lisa delved into her depths, the eager pet's tongue lapping over the wet folds and snaking into her gaping tunnel.

"Y-ya love it dontcha pet?" came Jane's voice, faltering slightly as she struggled to contain her moans of pleasure.

"Mmmfff, yes mistress Jane." came the muffled response, Lisa's words coming unconsciously as she pleasured her mistress. Upon realising what she had said, Lisa found herself reflecting on her words and as the scent and the taste of the woman enveloped her she wondered if part of her truly did love this. The smooth, slick wet flesh felt good against her lips and tongue and Jane's flavour was far from bad. In fact, she thought as she drove her tongue in deep for a proper taste, it had really grown on her. Besides the sensory pleasure of it all, it was undeniable that there was something fulfilling about serving the bossy woman. Here nestled between Jane's flabby thighs she felt as though she had a place, protected from the menacing glare of the other camp whores. Here she was safe... she belonged.

As these thoughts ran through her mind Lisa felt pressure at the back of her head - Jane pulling her in close as her climax approached. Lisa dutifully doubled her efforts, taking her mistress' engorged nub between her lips and gently gnawing at it as Jane's gut slapped her forehead repeatedly. She was soon rewarded with that familiar tang of Jane's discharge as the big woman squirted her climax all over Lisa's face. To her shame, Lisa felt her own cunt throb needily, just a stroke away from orgasm herself.

When Jane released her head, Lisa slumped down into a sitting position, resting her head against the comforting warmth of her mistress' thigh as she caught her breath. Jane too took a moment to collect herself, then addressed her enthralled audience with a wicked grin.

"See ladies... got me tha perfect pet I have. Knows I'll look after 'er right, dontcha sweet." said Jane as she stroked Lisa's hair gently.

Lisa merely mumbled something unintelligible in agreement but fortunately it was enough for Jane whose smile widened as she continued.

"Plenty of room at mine if any o you sluts want to join her." she said with a mocking wink, "Or play yer cards right and get on me good side an' maybe I'll let ya borrow her for a bit."

Jane stroked Lisa's hair lovingly once more, "Ya'd like that, wouldn't ya love. Be a good pet for some of momma's friends here?"

Lisa's mind was too far gone to register the question, let alone think about her answer. Her head was swimming, her senses flooded with the taste and aroma of mistress Jane. All she knew was she was expected to say yes. She needed to say yes.

She did say yes.