Lisa's debt is laid bare

Lisa awoke slowly, her consciousness rising from a deep, peaceful slumber. The comfortable cosiness of the warm bed was quickly forgotten as Lisa realised her unfamiliar surrounds and the pain she felt when she moved instantly brought back unpleasant memories from the night before.

Lisa cautiously rose from the bed, noting the unfamiliar gown she wore, and tried the door which was locked as she expected. The small room had no window, so it was impossible to to know exactly where she was but as she further inspected herself she was surprised to find herself clean, albeit a bit bruised and scratched up. With little option but to wait, Lisa began to survey the damage, tentatively inspecting her aching pussy, first visually, then with her fingertips.

She felt impossibly hot down there, like her flesh had been burned and her previously tight entrance felt slack and broken. She easily slid one finger, then another inside herself as flashes of her brutal deflowering flickered through her mind. It had been a mistake to come to Deadneck... she had to get away from this place as quickly as possible.

It was as Lisa was inspecting herself, lost in her own thoughts and the sordid memories of the previous night that the door swung open and Sherri appeared. The older woman looked immaculate despite showing signs of having led a tough life - her long black hair was pulled up in an intricate arrangement, elegant strands hanging down and framing her striking features, her makeup pronounced yet not at all gaudy. She cocked an eyebrow as she noticed what Lisa was doing, then smiled widely as she stepped into the room, breaking the ice. "Good, you're awake..."

Lisa quickly covered herself up, embarrassment clouding her features as she looked to Sherri in surprise, falling into a stunned silence when asked how she was feeling. Eventually Lisa managed to speak.

"Where are we? Why am I here?" Lisa asked.

"Oh dear, you must be more banged up than I thought. Don't you remember last night? The saloon, all those men... your, debt?" Sherri responded, concern clear in her tone. She gestured with a nod and a skinny young man entered the room carrying a tray which he set down on the bed beside Lisa before scurrying away. The tray held a steaming mug of tea and a small bowl of warm oats which caused Lisa's stomach to growl, but she focussed on the question.

Lisa screwed up her face as she tried to piece more of the night together in her mind but she was bombarded with images of different men using her. Fucking her again and again. A wave of nausea passed over her as she was reminded of her own release, wanton and shamelessly climaxing multiple times, much to the delight of her partners. She blushed deeply and shook her head as she asked. "Debt?"

"Yes hon, debt. You fucked half the men in town last night, costing me a pretty penny. I already explained this but you weren't quite all there... Eat and be sure to drink up all of that tea. It will make sure you don't start cooking any buns in that young oven of yours." Lisa quickly took up the mug, slurping it down despite the bitter taste.

Sherri then proceeded to explain the situation to Lisa again, she would work for Sherri as a whore for one month, long enough to pay back the lost coin as well as the food and liquor she would enjoy during her stay. The way the madam spoke, so definitively as if there were no other course of action left Lisa feeling powerless and yet, she somehow managed to ask, "And if I refuse?".

This elicited a snort from madam Sherri, a flash of anger flickering in her eyes before that smile reappeared. "Refuse darling, and we will chain you to that bed. Offer you at a discount to every low life, penniless scum that comes sniffing around. Won't give you none of that tea either... you'll be knocked up with some scumbag's whelp in no time."

Sherri began to pace as she calmed down, continuing, "Besides, most men aren't just in it for the sex... not always. Most just want someone to talk to, to seem like they care. Maybe touch them or give them a little kiss. Put on the charm darlin and you'll barely even have to open your legs."

Lisa listened along between spoonfuls of oats, taking a moment to realise Sherri had stopped talking and was looking at her expectantly for an answer. She knew she realistically had little choice in the matter, that to refuse would no doubt result in much pain and humiliation and yet she still struggled to simply give in and accept her place as a whore. But maybe madam Sherri spoke the truth... maybe she could work her charm on some of the clientele and find a way to escape. Surely that would be better than being chained and **** daily.

Lisa looked up to Sherri who appeared to be getting impatient, and gave her answer.