No, she's fucked

Lisa began to protest but her voice caught in her throat as her cellmate grabbed her roughly and hoisted her up before flipping her onto her stomach and dumping her on the wooden bench, her bound hands crushed uncomfortably beneath her. The hairy brute wasted no time, his thick, grubby fingers finding Lisa's waistband and quickly tearing open her buttons before pulling her pants down to her ankles. Lisa struggled pathetically but had no hope of escaping the powerful man. In fact Lisa's writhing only served to present her ass and soiled pussy to her assailant, the glimpse of her glistening folds peeking out beneath her pert cheeks spurring him on.

The big man rolled Lisa onto her side so that she faced the wall, her bent legs now bound by her torn pants and underwear wrapped at her ankles. In this position he was able to press Lisa's head down into the rough hewn wood with one hand while he lined up his massive cock with her rear end which now hung invitingly over the the edge of the bench. The brute's fat tip quickly found and pressed against Lisa's opening, her slick entrance still wet with the three ****'s cum. He wasted no time, thrusting his hips forward and pushing unceremoniously past the bound woman's resistance, driving his fat, long member deep into her guts. Lisa's tight passage gripped around the massive tool as the brute began to piston it in and out of her, quickly settling into a steady rhythm.

The massive man pummelled poor, prone Lisa so hard her forehead began to bang into the brick wall with each of his thrusts. Mercifully it seemed he had no intention of taking his time, his grunts and groans quickly rising in intensity along with his movements. Finally he ploughed deep and held himself there as he growled, his cock pumping copious amounts of his thick cum deep inside Lisa's brutalised cunt. Once the throbbing subsided he slipped his length from Lisa's aching tunnel, a steady stream of chunky jizz flowing from her puckered pussy and dripping onto the packed-dirt floor.

"Fuck me yer tight bitch." the brute gasped once he had caught his breath, punctuating his lewd compliment with a hacking cough and disgusting, wet spit. Lisa sensed him step away but she could do little more than lie there shaking, the occasional drip of cum hitting the floor audible over her laboured breathing. As she lay there helpless she prayed silently to herself that now he had cum it would be over, that he would return to his slumber and leave her be. Unfortunately for Lisa though, the brute was far from done with her.