Lisa the whore

"Fine..." Lisa huffed with a defeated sigh, "I'll do it."

Sherri's smile widened, "Good girl, I knew you had some wits about you. JIMMY!" she yelled suddenly, causing Lisa to jump. Hurried footsteps approached followed by what was apparently Jimmy's voice, "Yes madam Sherri?"

"Fetch a tub of warm water and a fresh scrubber for our guest here won't you? And be quick about it." she snapped.

"Y-yes madam Sherri, o course." came the young man's stammered reply.

Sherri turned back to Lisa, "Sweet boy, but dumb as a rock. Bag of nerves too... he'll be in love with you by nightfall." she said with a shake of her head. "Now, take some time to freshen up. I'll have some clothes and make-up sent up... get yourself pretty. You'll start tonight, but we'll take it easy." Sherri looked Lisa over for a moment, the cowgirl looking somewhat stunned at the situation. "What's your name girl?" she asked, eyes twinkling.

"Lisa." came the reply.

"No, that won't do... too dull." Sherri asserted, causing Lisa to pout. "Lacey... you'll be Lacey while you're here. Cute, a little sexy."

Sherri's tone again brooked no argument so Lisa simply nodded, bringing that smile back to the madam's face before the older woman backed out of the room, leaving the door open. Lisa waited a few moments then peeked out of the doorway to spot a vaguely familiar burly man standing guard. He didn't even look at her but she knew he would not let her leave. With a resigned sigh she sat back down on the bed and waited for the day to unfold.

Lisa was given ample time to bathe and prepare, Jimmy stumbling over his words as she thanked him for the things he brought her. She took her time applying her make-up and donned the long, lace-frilled dress she was given. Fitting, she figured, for her new moniker. Just as she began fussing with her hair, Sherri reappeared and tut-tutted at her, sweeping into the room and stepping up behind her.

"No need to worry about that." she said in that familiar tone as she collected up Lisa's long flowing locks into a sort of ponytail. Then, in a single motion the older woman, who had produced a large pair of shears from somewhere, simply lopped off the ponytail, Lisa's now considerably shorter hair falling down around her ears.

"Hey!" Lisa began to protest, but she was quickly cut off by Sherri.

"Shoosh now, put this on." she said, thrusting a long wig of wavy, dark red hair at Lisa.

Lisa took the wig and in a state of stunned shock, slipped it on over her now boyish locks. Sherri turned Lisa toward the mirror and to Lisa's surprise the image looking back at her was quite stunning. She had never considered herself a beauty despite having always attracted plenty of male attention, but the woman looking back at her was a bombshell. A smile flirted at the edge of her lips as she looked herself over until Sherri's voice broke the spell. "See... much better. You're all ready Lacey, and just in time. You have a... guest."

"Wha..." Lisa began as Sherri sashayed out of the room before a man appeared in the doorway - the sheriff evidently, star-shaped badge pinned to his chest. He was a large, older man, his once muscular frame now softer but no less bulky than in his heyday. A salt and pepper moustache bristled above his top lip and his tired eyes shone slightly as they looked Lisa over. He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him.

"Well howdy little missy." began the sheriff, his voice deep and gravelly, yet his tone soft and warm as he flashed her a sad smile. "Heard what happened to yer up at the saloon yesterday... terrible business that. Deadneck ain't no place for an unaccompanied young lass no it aint but... I guess you learnt that the hard way."

The sheriff took off his hat revealing a thinning thatch of dark hair, speckled with grey, mashed down and damp with sweat.

Lisa watched as he took a step toward her and tossed his hat on the end of the bed, finally asking him, "Are you going to lock up those bastards that attacked me? They assaulted and **** me sheriff... surely you're going to make them pay for what they did?"

The sheriff's sad smile returned and he shook his head. "See, thing is lass, ain't nobody sayin it were ****. By all accounts ya were takin all comers, pardon the pun. Screamin n hollerin for more as half the town lined up at yer door. It might not be true, but the married women in town believe it. They want yer blood they do... I figure here ain't such a bad place for ya ta lay low for a while. Let things cool down some. Besides, ya got yer debt to pay off."

"What!?" Lisa scoffed, her anger rising, "That's bullshit and you know it. I stole nothing from Sherri. I was taken advantage of and am now being kept here against my will! Surely the law... you, are going to do something about it!"

The sheriff sighed heavily. "Sorry lass, but that's not 'ow it works here. Deadneck's got her own rules - governed by powers greater an the law... Sherri here is jus one o them powers, but a biggun." he shook his head and sighed heavily once more. "Good thing is, she'll treat ya good, if ya do as she says. An I plan on keepin an eye on ya as well." he flashed her that sad smile again.

Lisa fought down her urge to scream, biting her lip for moment before giving her exasperated reply, "Thank you, sheriff. I suppose I should be grateful for that at least. Thank you for checking up on me." she added.

A smirk formed upon the sheriff's face as he took a step towards her. "Pleasure's all mine love." he unbuckled his belt as he took another step, "Turn around..."

Lisa's protest caught in her throat, stunned as she was. Surely the sheriff wasn't about to... Lisa's thought was cut short as the man gripped her shoulders and forcibly turned her and pushed her forward, forcing her to brace herself on the bed with her arms. The sheriff wasted no time, hiking up her dress to her hips, her lack of panties eliciting a growl from the lust stricken lawman as his own trousers and underwear fell to his ankles.

Lisa could smell the masculine sweat on him as he pressed up against her, the tip of his hard member bouncing off her buttocks and thighs before settling into position at her entrance. He gripped her waist and pressed forward, his leaking pre-cum thankfully enough to at least partially lubricate her aching opening. Without ceremony he thrust himself past her resistance and buried himself deep, letting out a low growl of pleasure. Lisa yelped helplessly, still stunned at the sudden sexual escalation of the situation.

It seemed the sheriff cared little for Lisa's reaction, nor her pleasure as he began to fuck her hard and methodically, slamming himself deep into Lisa's aching tunnel, causing her to grunt and yelp each time his hips slapped against her ass. Lisa has hoped that his rough use of her would result in a quick finish, but the sheriff had stamina it turned out. In fact as his pounding went on and on Lisa's shock turned to disgust. Even the law in this godforsaken place were low enough to have their way with her, just like all those men last night...

Soon Lisa's thoughts were fixed upon the events of the previous night, her mind filling with memories of her ****, her humiliation and how shamefully good it had felt to give in to it all. Even now she could feel that now familiar pulse of pleasure starting to beat deep inside her and suddenly she wanted to sheriff to fuck her harder. To use her and finish her off.

Lisa started moaning needily as the lawman slapped his hips into her, only to find herself devastatingly disappointed when he let out an almight groan and exploded deep inside her. He gave her a few more thrusts before pulling out, leaving Lisa deflatingly empty as he held her skirts high for a few moments to appreciate his handiwork, his cum dribbling out of her well fucked hole and down her pale thigh. Satisfied, he stepped back and pulled up his trousers, barking through strained breaths as he left, "Can see why yer so popular lass... I'll be back t'morrow ta check on ya."

With that the sheriff clomped out of the room, not even bothering to close the door behind him. Lisa was left panting, face down on the bed as cum slowly trickled down her leg, stewing in a confusing mix of shame, anger, frustration and desire. It was several long minutes before she finally moved, rising from the bed and setting about washing herself in preparation for her next 'guest'.