Lisa grabbed the contract, and in a moment of defiance, tore it up. A hand grabbed her hair and forced her faced onto the wooden porch.
“Maybe you'd like it better if we just sold your body to get our money?” the man growled.
Two of the men grabbed her arms and pulled her inside of the saloon while the third pushed the tables out of the way. Lisa noticed that there were four metal plates bolted to the floor, each with a thick metal ring attached to it. One of the men took both her arms, pulling them behind her back while the other gagged her and began to rip off her panties.
Lisa struggled weakly, too tired to put up much a fight. She closed her eyes and bowed her head, too humiliated to look up to see people looking at her. She heard the rattle of chains and some locks being engaged. After a few minutes, she was forced on her back, each on of her hands taken and locked in steel manacles. Her ankles soon joined them, each chain being pulled tightly.
She was now naked and chained spreadeagle to the saloon floor. She could hear a quiet crowd around her by the occasional shuffle or whisper.
“Now, ten dollars to cum inside of her sounds fair, doesn't it? A beautiful girl like this, you won't get this kind of opportunity often. Who's first?” |