Property of Devil’s Outlaws (Part 11)

Chapter 12: Hannah’s Bold Escape Attempt

Hannah did not come close to making her $3000 quota. By the time she got back out to the bar, it was past midnight and more than half of the patrons she’d seen when Wayne and Carl had bought her were long gone. Moreover, after the horrendous nightmare the two men had put her through, she had little strength or willpower to continue her duties as a whore.
The Asian was almost like a zombie as she transported various johns back and forth from her room. The only times she showed any kind of emotion was when she squealed in pain as the men raped or beat her. Hannah made sure not to promise any of them the kind of unlimited freedom that she’d given to her first two clients. Most of them were content with simply fucking her, but there were some who’d demanded multiple rounds and other things like rimming and piss swallowing. Even though she knew her goal was beyond reach, Hannah worked into the early morning hours until there were no more customers in the bar. In the end, she made a little more than $800 for her efforts.
When Tank was finished counted her earnings, Hannah had frantically begged him for mercy and tried to explain how Wayne and Carl had kept her for half the night. Her pleas fell on deaf ears, as Tank took the terrified girl back to the Outlaws’ lounge and hoisted her back onto the hook. He’d been so infuriated with the Asian, considering she’d collected even less money than the previous night. He and six other bikers then spent the next three hours beating Hannah all over her body with their belts. They’d wanted to use canes, but Hannah’s flesh was already so raw and damaged that Tank did not want to leave any more bloody gashes on it.
Hannah literally thought she was going to die as the bikers ruthlessly thrashed her, concentrating most of their shots on her already ravaged ass and tits. By the time they were finally done, the Asian was a blubbering mess and again yearned for death. Instead of killing her, however, the men dragged Hannah into the restroom where they’d spent all night pissing and shitting into the toilet. They bent her over the latrine and took turns fucking her ass and pussy while they dunked her face into the pond of excrement over and over and over again. Some of the bikers submerged her head for almost two minutes at times, causing the girl’s lungs to nearly explode. The men spent over an hour torturing Hannah this way, until all seven of them had shot their loads inside her ass or vagina. They then forced her to wash herself in the shower, supervising her to make sure she didn’t try to commit suicide. Afterwards, they’d tied Hannah back to the bed in her office, finally bringing an end to another miserable night for the Asian whore.
The next three days were all essentially replicas of the previous two. The Outlaws woke Hannah around noon each time and made her eat and use the restroom. They then spent the bulk of the day keeping her on a bed and running a train through her. She was fucked almost nonstop for about 5-6 hours, serving over 40 Outlaws each day. The bikers then made her shower and fed her another plate of scraps and left her alone to recuperate for about an hour or two. Then they sent Hannah out to the bar for the remainder of the night, ordering her to fetch them $3,000.
Hannah never hit the quota on any of the three nights. In fact, despite her best efforts, she never even got close. Her best haul came on the first night, as the memory of the three hour thrashing and toilet torture from the previous day was still fresh in her memory. The Asian had collected an impressive $1850, still far below her requirement. Hannah could not believe it when she’d finished up on her final john and counted her earnings. She’d literally done everything in her power toward making as much money as she could, and was mortified to discover how short she still was. She’d fucked over 50 men throughout the night, pleasuring them in the most awful of ways. In exchange for $40-$50, she’d allowed them to all to fuck any of her holes, spit and piss into her mouth, and had cleaned many of their assholes with her tongue. She’d worked for almost eight hours straight, taking no breaks at all and shuttling client after client into her room.
Tank and the other bikers knew there was no possible way the Asian could make $3000 in one night. Yet they refused to lower the quota, simply because it was so much fun watching Hannah frantically trying to hit it each night. They all loved watching the sexy little whore constantly having to transport all kinds of filthy customers back and forth between the bar and her room. The expression of absolute misery on Hannah’s face was priceless, especially after emerging from her office after having just satisfied a client. After she’d failed to make her requirement on the first night, the Outlaws mercilessly beat her again with their belts and canes. They’d spent roughly two hours doing so, but at least had spared her another night of toilet-fucking.
Despite her failures, Hannah still tried her best to once again make the lofty $3,000 mark during the next two nights. She earned about $1300 the second night and a little less than $1000 the third. Hannah was an incredibly popular trick and many patrons, like Carl and Wayne, used her for three or four nights in a row. She was the only Asian in the town—or any other nearby towns—and the men all seemed to relish completely degrading and abusing her. After five straight days of whoring herself out to dozens of johns every single evening, Hannah had nothing left, physically or emotionally. She’d been fucked over 200 times by the many disgusting patrons, and the only thing she had to show for it was the countless welts, bruises, and lacerations from the Outlaws’ belts and canes.
Hannah was on her knees now, inside her office and wearing the familiar tiny leather skirt and halter, and 6” heels. She had the most disconsolate look on her face as she was forced to stare at an Outlaw across the room. The biker had a video recorder in his hand and was filming the weary, miserable Asian. The Outlaws had considered giving Hannah a much-needed break today, but decided against it when one of them suggested that they start filming her whoring sessions. Thus, it was decided that she would work for the sixth straight day.
“Let’s go whore, it’s recording,” the biker snapped.
“Hi mom and dad, hi Sunny,” Hannah said, waving at the camera with an absurdly fake smile. “Um, sorry I haven’t called for awhile, I’ve been busy. I’m a—,”
Hannah’s lower lip quivered as she fought to hold back her tears. She looked at the camera lens for several seconds but couldn’t manage to speak the words that she’d been instructed to by the Outlaws. She had some big doubts as to whether her family would ever see the recording, but the idea of them seeing her like this was just too much for her to handle. She knew how worried they were about her at the moment, and how badly they must be freaking out. After a few more seconds, the Asian exhaled deeply and continued with her dialogue.
“I’m a whore now,” Hannah declared to the camera, her eyes starting to moisten. “I’m a whore and…I really like it. It’s the best job I ever had. I um, I’m going to live here now, I’m not coming back. I’m not coming back but I’ll be okay, my owners…my owners treat me really good.”
Hannah looked up at the ceiling and sighed heavily, then closed her eyes and started crying in absolute misery. The biker recording her simply smiled and focused in on her tormented face, then moved the camera to her bruised and severely beaten breasts. He let Hannah sob for about a minute or so, and then barked at her to continue.
“Um,” Hannah stammered, wiping away her tears as she looked back at the video. “I’m here for good, I love it here. I love being a—a whore. You can see—you’ll see that I love it. Bye mom, bye dad. Bye Sunny.”
With that, the Asian rose to her feet and headed out to the tavern. She’d been raped by over two dozen bikers earlier in the day, and had difficulty just walking. The cameraman followed closely behind Hannah the entire time as she approached one of the very first men she saw. His name was Randy and he was a regular at the bar and had already fucked Hannah the past two nights. Like most of the Outlaws, Randy was very big and menacing, standing 6’5” and weighing about 260-270 lbs. He had a shaved head and a thick beard and mustache. Randy had lived in this town all his life, working construction for many years until he’d saved enough money to buy his own company. Nowadays, he spent just a couple of hours a day working, and frequented the handful of bars the Outlaws owned almost nightly.