She lives every moment

The more she tried to will herself to slip into the comforting embrace of unconsciousness, the more Lisa began to notice the strange new sensations brought on by this experience. The intense fullness that she felt was one thing - constant and inescapable - and the nauseous waves that crashed through her when Jane fluttered her fingers inside was all consuming, her body **** to expel the foreign invader but helpless and unable to do so. But when Jane's hand pushed in deeper, seeming to shift Lisa's insides with it, around it, the cowgirl's world changed. It felt as if every slight movement triggered intense sensations in nerves never before touched and Lisa's head swam in a trance-like state of confusion.

Lisa could feel her entrance gripping around the impossible width of Jane's wrist as the larger woman started to rythmically slide her hand back and forth slightly, the realisation filling her with both horror and wonder. The intense pain of her penetration had gradually faded, replaced by the overwhelming and unfomfortable sense of fullness and soon Lisa was humming along throatily as her insides were reamed by Jane's pudgy hand.

The surrounding group of onlookers had fallen silent once Jane had successfully penetrated the new bitch, even Jane herself shocked at the situation. She hadn't truly considered that she might actually fit her entire hand inside the petite young thing, and now that she had, she wasn't quite sure what to do about it. A certain thrill ran through her as she realised the complete control she had over the woman, her rolled back eyes and gasping breath evidence of her shocked and broken state. When she felt Lisa shudder around her as she moved her hand even just a little, Jane knew what she wanted to do. She would fist fuck the little slut until she came, and her pussy hung loose and broken, permanently.

Placing a hand gently on Lisa's lower back she cooed, "There ya go girl, see it ain't so bad...", her voice dripping with malice. "Now comes the fun part..."

With that Jane intensified her motions, pushing deeper in and sliding further out, her hand stretching Lisa's clenching muscles as it threatened to pop back out. She did this for several minutes, Lisa's moaning and whining falling into a rhythm along with Jane's movements. Eventually, on one particularly powerful thrust, Jane did not slow, instead sliding her hand all the way out, past Lisa's now failing resistance with an audible pop. Lisa cried out as she felt heat return to her exposed rear followed by a collective gasp, the onlookers shocked at the sight before them.

Lisa's gaping cunt pulsated and twitched as the women inspected it, the tormented muscles seming to undulate around the cavernous tunnel that was now Lisa's pussy. A wicked grin formed on Jane's lips as she looked over their stunned faces, then greased up her hand and forearm once more, this time using much more of the stuff. When she returned her hand it slipped in easily with a wet sounding slurp and she retacted it and repeated the action several times revealing the full extent of Lisa's stretching. Soon Jane was indeed forcefully fist fucking poor Lisa, the younger woman a catatonic mess, moaning and grunting incoherently as her insides clung to the pistoning arm. All the while Jane whispered encouragement to poor Lisa, urging her to embrace her torment, to give herself to the pleasure of it and find release. Lisa's reactions were encouraging, her moaning having become deep and guttural and her entire body had begun to twitch and shudder along with every violent thrust of Jane's arm.

"That's it darlin'... show everyone what a slut y'are n' just cum for me. Then this'll all be over."

The woman's words tickled something in the back of Lisa's mind, the steady, powerful thrusting that seemed to fill her completely having consumed her consciousness to the point there was almost nothing else. At this command however, part of her saw the sense in it. She was here now. This was happening, and it kind of felt good. Really good, she realised. Soon her whole body tensed and seemed to grip around Jane's arm as it reamed her, and Lisa let out a gargled cry, phlegm catching in her throat as she screamed out her climax.

Jane let out an appreciative moan, her own pussy pulsing pleasantly as the broken young slut squirmed through her orgasm, her lithe little body clenching tight around Jane's arm as she came and came. Lisa sounded like a wounded animal as she howled into the night, her cries drawing the attention of a couple of passing bandits who joined the crowd just in time for the big reveal. One of the women held the lantern up close as Jane slowly slid her hand from Lisa, the act seeming to happen in slow motion as a seemingly impossible length of forearm, then Jane's hand emerged from the broken cowgirl's cunt.

A collective gasp went up once more as the crowd took in the sight of Lisa's new snatch. It hung visibly loose, angry looking red flesh pulsing around a deep dark cavern that disappeared into the woman. Still contracting from the orgasm, the hole clenched and spasmed occasionally but even then would not fully close up, the slick wet folds shining out at the onlookers in the flickering firelight.

"Fuck me..." came the voice of one of the men who was crouching in for a look. "Ya done fucked her alright Plain Jane. I seen ravines less deep 'n that there."

Jane laughed at that, shocked out of her own pleasurable little reverie by the man's comment, her spirits so high she didn't even mind his use of her despised nickname. In fact it gave her an idea.

"Gotta teach the new bitch what's what, I reckon." came Jane's response. "Show her her place and see what she's made of. Turns out this un is a massive slut what likes a good fistin, dontcha darlin?" she patted Lisa's back gently eliciting a moan from the semi-conscious cowgirl. When the chuckling died down Jane took the lantern and held it up to Lisa's broken cooch once more, circling it around slowly so as to show off every angle.

"An I reckon y'er right... that there ain't no cunny. It's a fuckin' landmark it is. From now on, this un here's name is The Gulch."

The chorus of laughter that followed was the last thing Lisa heard before exhaustion finally claimed her, a deep, dark sleep taking her as the mocking voices faded away into nothingness.