Pain and misery

Lisa was awoken by a poke in the side, the minor contact sending blistering pain through her broken body. With a groan she managed to roll over enough to look up, finding the sheriff looking down at her with a mix of pity and disgust. "Time 't get up." he barked. "Put these on 'n be quick about it. Ya might just have time for the washroom b'fore the wagon comes for ya if ya hurry." He tossed a plain hemp jumpsuit at her then turned and left, clanking the heavy iron door shut behind him.

Lisa heard a snort behind her and with great effort and subsequent pain she turned to face the source, taking in the massive brute, her cellmate, sprawled out fast asleep on the bench. In an instant everything came back to her - well the parts where she was conscious at least - and it all made sense. The monster had brutally **** her, knocked her out and fucked her until he had had his fill. He was the source of her pain.

Lisa struggled to her feet, a herculean task in her state, doing her best not to cry out lest she wake the bastard. What remained of her tattered clothing fell to her feet leaving her completely naked, her body battered and bruised and caked with blood and cum. She felt compelled to attack her **** however she could barely muster the stength to stand let alone raise a fist. Remembering the sheriff's words she set about dressing, eager to be free from this hell as quickly as possible. She had only just begun buttoning her jumpsuit when he returned, the metal hinges squealing loudly as he entered the cell.

"Come on now missy..." he said, all but dragging her from the cell, "Your ride's here."

As Lisa struggled to move her feet a deep, gruff voice came from behind her. "What's this sheriff? I'm due to go to today! Me!" the brute bellowed.

By the time the cell door had shut behind them the brute was at the bars, yelling in protest. "No! No! It's suppose ta be me today! Me!" he screamed, Lisa cowering away from him - his stink making her gag.

"Shut up and sit down!" barked the sheriff loudly, the ferocity in his tone making them both jump. "You got bumped Bill, seein as this 'uns up for triple ****." he continued in a more civilised tone. "You'll just have ta wait ya turn." the sheriff glanced towards Lisa knowlingly, "Might even be a few more charges coming your way if'n ya dont keep yer trap shut." he warned.

With that Lisa was led from the station and hauled up into a rickety old wagon which was locked up tight behind her. The wagon was not built for comfort, every bump in the road rattling through the structure and exacerbating Lisa's aches and pains but mercifully sleep eventually took her.

Such was Lisa's exhaustion that she did not rouse when the wagon stopped moving, it was only when the gunshots broke out that she woke, huddling down tight while a shootout raged outside. Finally silence fell, followed eventually by the crunch of footsteps approaching. Several hard blows struck the lock and chain sealing the wagon, then suddenly it filled with light as the doors swung open, momentarily blinding Lisa. In that moment as her vision started to clear she set felt a faint hope... perhaps her luck had changed and she would escape the noose. Perhaps this was a rescue...