Property of Devil’s Outlaws (Part 13)

Chapter 13: Ellen Duffy’s Demise

Less than 50 miles away from where Hannah was suffering, inside a tavern also owned by the Outlaws, another whore was having a miserable night of her own. Ellen Duffy, the incredibly hot redhead and Miss Washington contestant, was on her back with her legs spread while a fat, greasy Mexican fucked her pussy raw. He was the fourth Mexican in the past 20 minutes to fuck the young redhead, and he was in a state of euphoria as he pounded into Ellen like a savage.
“So boys, we got a deal?” Heath, one of the longest tenured Outlaws, asked a trio of dirty wetbacks, while their friend pumped his cock in and out of Ellen’s abused pussy.
“You say fifty grand?” One of the men asked back in thick Hispanic accent.
“That’s right, $50K,” Heath replied. “And she’s all yours. You can take her with you once your buddy finishes his business.”
“Okay, deal chico,” the Mexican agreed after a little bit of thought.
“Wonderful, you won’t regret it, that bitch was Miss Washington last year,” Heath stated, partially lying since Ellen had actually been 2nd runner up.
“Hector, bantha aki!” The Mexican called out to his fat friend who was raping Ellen.
“No!!! Noooooooooooo!!” The redhead shrieked, flailing her legs as the ugly slob sank his cock deep into her vagina and began dumping his sperm inside her.
Carlos, the Mexican who’d been negotiating with the Outlaw, motioned one of his dirty friends over. The man came and produced a large duffle bag full of money. He pulled out several fat stacks of cash and handed them over to the biker. The man on top of Ellen, meanwhile, was running his tongue all over her face while he milked every last drop of his cum inside her pussy.
“Okay boys you’re good to go!” The Outlaw proclaimed, rising to his feet after he finished counting the cash. “A real pleasure doing business with you.”
“You too ese,” Carlos replied, shaking the biker’s hand. “Maybe we be back soon, if you guys wanna sell some more American bitches.”
“Absolutely, I’ll let ya’ll know if we do,” the Outlaw agreed. “We’re always snatching up whores. We got an Asian one kinda recently, but she’s not for sale. We’ve been having a lot of fun with her.”
“No problem chico,” the Mexican said. “We see you soon, hopefully.”
“Good news whore,” the Outlaw stated, as he stood over Ellen and smiled down at her. “You get to finally leave this place. You belong to these guys now. I’m sure you’ll they’ll take real good care of you. I don’t think your duties will change much, I’m guessing they’re gonna keep you on a bed 24/7 in some brothel, while you rake in that cash for them. Make sure you behave down there, I don’t think they’re too kind to American whores.”
“No!!! Please!! Don’t—don’t do this!! Please just let me go home!!!” The redhead cried, squirming around in denial as the fat wetback slowly pulled his cock out of her.
Two of the four Mexicans instantly grabbed Ellen’s arms and pulled her to her feet. They then hauled the kicking and screaming girl out of the Outlaws’ tavern. Ellen continued to resist as she was forced into the back cabin of an old pickup truck. It was very spacious and there was a grimy mattress lying inside it. Once the men holding her climbed in also, the other pair slammed the trunk closed and hopped inside the front seats.
“Noooooooo!! Leave me alone!!!” The redhead screamed, as the disgusting Mexicans pinned her on her back atop the mattress.
Both of the men had already raped her within the past half hour, yet they were already ready for another round with the American slut. Ellen continued to screech and resist as one of the men pinned her hands down while the other stripped his pants and forced himself between her legs. Within seconds he had his cock buried inside her snatch and began fucking the squealing redhead brutally.
The ride lasted for about an hour, and the gang of spics all fucked Miss Washington once or twice. After about 30 minutes, the two in the front pulled the truck over and switched places with their friends so that they could have their fun with the girl. Ellen fought and resisted the entire time as one Mexican after another drained his seed inside her asshole or vagina. When they finally arrived at their destination, the redhead was totally despondent as she felt the trails of disgusting sperm oozing out of her holes.
“Please, where am I? Please just let me go!” Ellen begged, as the four ugly Mexicans pulled her out of the truck.
It was very early in the morning and still dark outside. The air was hot and dry and Ellen immediately knew she was in a very shanty town by the offensive smell of trash and other filth. She was in the parking lot of what appeared to be a large housing complex. She tried to take in her surroundings but the men quickly pulled her into the building. They passed through a couple of hallways and sets of stairs, walking by numerous rooms on the way. Every once in awhile Ellen heard the sounds of weeping or screaming from behind the closed doors, and she shuddered as she realized she was in a brothel. Finally, the men stopped at one of the empty units and opened the door.
“No!! Let me go!! Leave me alone!!!” Ellen shrieked, struggling in fear as the men dragged her toward a small, grimy bed.
There were a pair of handcuffs attached to the upper bedposts and the men quickly locked Ellen’s wrists into them. Next they pulled her thighs wide apart until they were perpendicular to her body before tying them to the steel bed-frame. Ellen could feel her cheeks growing warm as the four men all stared and commented in Spanish on her defenseless vagina. She felt even more nervous for some reason as her kidnappers then exited the room.
After a couple of hours of waiting, the redhead finally fell asleep from total exhaustion. She instantly awoke when she heard the door rattle open a few hours later. Ellen whined in fear as a lanky Mexican with many tattoos entered the room. His eyes were full of lust as he stared back and forth between the redhead’s helpless vagina and her abused tits.
“No, please,” Ellen begged, as the man rapidly removed his shorts and underwear.
Ellen wriggled around on the mattress as the john said something in Spanish before he climbed on top of her and rammed his dick into her pussy. The young redhead squealed in pain and revulsion as the dirty wetback started fucking her hard. Fortunately, it only took him a couple of minutes to climax, at which point he gladly dumped his load inside Ellen’s snatch. Unfortunately for the redhead, once he was gone, another filthy Mexican immediately took his place and was grinding his own cock inside the 21-year-old.
As the hours passed by, Ellen began growing more and more insane as a never-ending line of disgusting Mexicans came and fucked her. It wasn’t that she was unaccustomed to having a train ran through her. Having been a slave to the Devil’s Outlaws for more than half a year, she’d spent many nights pleasuring dozens and dozens of men. In fact, less than a week ago, after having failed to make her quota of $5,000 and getting a horrendous beating, she’d spent the next day at McHale’s. Like the place which Hannah was confined, McHale’s was a tavern. However, it was situated next to several mining plants and industrial/construction factories, and every single day hundreds of nearby workers stopped by the bar during and after their shifts. The bikers had left Ellen at McHale’s for three whole days, and she’d been fucked by close to 200 johns each day. They’d kept the redhead in a small, windowless room and constantly sent in 3-4 men to gangbang her. She’d gotten less than 10 total hours of sleep during her stay at McHale’s, and had spent literally almost 20 hours per day getting raped. It was truly a miracle that Ellen had survived one day at the tavern, let alone all three.
As terrible as her time at McHale’s had been, being tied down to a mattress in some Mexican brothel and getting raped by repugnant spics was worse. Perhaps it was because Ellen realized how bleak her nightmare was now. Although her time with the bikers was awful, there was something about being in the United States that gave her a glimmer of hope. Here, however, she knew that there was no chance for her now. She was just another one of the thousands of girls who got caught in the net of sex trafficking every year in Mexico, and she was going to die here with her family and friends completely unaware of it.
After about five hours, but what felt like much longer for Ellen, she was finally granted a break from the rapes. It was almost noon, and she’d been fucked by over 40 Mexicans since morning. Her rapists had been a mixture of johns as well as members of the gang that had purchased her. Each customer had paid the equivalent of just $10 to use her, which was actually quite a bit of money for the citizens of the rundown town she was in.
“Please stop this! I’m—I can’t take anymore!! Please no more men!!” Ellen cried, as another evil Mexican came into the room and grinned down at the redhead.
“Calm down puta,” the man replied, as he walked over to a cabinet and pulled a jar of lubricant from it. “You relax now little bit. I get you ready for show.”
Ellen recognized the man as one of the beaners who’d bought her from the Outlaws. He was the one who’d negotiated her sale. She trembled as the man smeared the jelly all over his right hand while he approached her. After coating all of his fingers with the slick substance, he brutally jammed every one of his fingers except for the thumb into Miss Washington’s aching vagina.
“Ooooowwwww!! Stop!!!” Ellen wailed, squirming around uncomfortably as the ugly spic probed his fingers around inside her pussy and coated the orifice with lube.
“No!!