A long ride

The journey was rough on Lisa. Sure, she was no slouch when it came to riding, in fact she was a natural, but never before had she had to ride while her pussy and ass felt as though they were on fire. Having to stretch her legs wide around the horse had seemed to reopen several healing wounds and once they started moving it felt as though she were being split open with every step. It took at least an hour or more until the pain dulled into something bearable, then to her surprise each bounce and subsequent slap of her rear against the muscular steed started to feel strangely good. She found herself looking forward to each contact her ass made with the horse, the **** of it sending pleasurable shockwaves through her body despite, or perhaps because of the pain.

She gripped on tight to the bandit as they rode, his sweaty musk overwhelming her senses. She could still taste and more so feel his cum on her tongue, the thick smoothness having coated the inside of her mouth. When she let her thoughts linger on this the slapping of her rear against the horse felt even better and soon she fought a constant battle to push such things from her mind. To maintain some sense of dignity.

Eventually they reached the treeline where they slowed and once they were ensconced in the thick brush that lined a shallow creek they dismounted and took a moment to rest and water the horses. Lisa was allowed to tend to herself, the men confident enough that she wouldn't run while they discussed their next move. She moved away from them slightly before disrobing, cursing her prisoner attire for the fact that she would have to fully remove it should she wish to properly bathe. Swallowing her pride once more she pulled of her jumpsuit and waded into the stream, doing her best to clean her brutalised privates in the cold water. The bandits' leering gazes were not lost on her, the desire in their eyes spurring her on and encouraging her to hurry.

Before she had stepped back into her pitiful garb, badly stained with blood, sweat and other fluids she would rather not think about, the group of men approached, giving her pause.

"So, lassie..." the bandit leader called down to her. "We figure long as nobody knows where ya are, perhaps our plans aren't ruined after all." He took a step closer, eyes travelling over Lisa's naked flesh which prompted her to quickly resume dressing.

"If we keep ya out of sight then the law might just think ya were the target after all, 'n send out big Bill... then we grab him." he continued before shaking his head. "Thing is, yer gonna have ta lay low with us until he's free... can't have ya talking out there now can we?"

Lisa began to protest as she buttoned up her stained outfit but the leader cut her off with a sharp sound before turning to her escort. "Mount 'er up and let's git going. If we ride hard we'll make it by nightfall."

So it was that Lisa was expressed to the bandit camp with no say in the matter, clinging on for dear life as they galloped through the dry landscape. She was battered and bruised, tired and terrified of what awaited her and yet, as her sore rear rhythmically beat against the powerful steed she could not deny the flicker of excitement that tickled the back of her mind.

The camp was much larger and more organised than Lisa had imagined and as her escort, Nash she had learned, slowed the horse she took a moment to take it all in. Clearly they were well settled, the place more of a small town than a camp and she glimpsed several semi-permanent structures and a host of people, men and women going about their daily routines.

Nash led her to his tent. "Bucket and rag in there. Freshen up an' get yerself some rest. I'll be back in a bit to tuck yer in." He said with a wink as he walked away before turning back. "An' don' wander far ya hear... all sorts o' crazies about here a lot worse than me. Stay put if ya know what's good for ya."

Lisa did as she was told, grateful for the chance to properly stretch out after the long ride. Try as she might though she couldn't sleep, her nerves shot and her stomach growling. Soon she had poked her head out of the tent, peering through the darkness and listening to the voices on the breeze. She could smell cooking meat coming from somewhere off to her left, while a large fire raged at what she guessed was the centre of the camp. She was also intrigued by the sound of distinctly female voices floating on the breeze. Perhaps she could find some support among her fellow sisters...