Property of Devil’s Outlaws (Part 8)

Chapter 9: Hannah’s Warm Welcome Back

Hannah had no idea how she survived the next several days with Big Joe. Over the course of that time, the huge beast continued to take Hannah with him to many different towns and neighborhoods. Her purpose on these trips, of course, was to fuck whoever he commanded her to. Then, in the evenings, she was forced to pleasure the sadistic biker in unimaginably cruel ways. Every single night the Outlaw raped Hannah at least two or three times, and since he was such an anal aficionado, he hardly ever fucked the Asian’s pussy. In addition to fucking her, Big Joe also spent countless hours beating her and making her drink his pee and lick his asshole. The entire time Hannah was with him he had not pissed into a toilet or urinal even once, opting for her pretty little mouth instead.
It was on the very last day together that the wretched Asian had finally had enough. Unlike all the other days, Big Joe had no more deliveries or stops to make, so he’d literally spent the entire day fucking and beating the piss out of poor Hannah. He raped her at least half a dozen times during the day, tearing up her tight little asshole and vagina with his colossal shaft. And when he wasn’t fucking her, the Outlaw was busy choking, slapping, or thrashing the Asian with his belt, just for the hell of it.
By the end of the night, Hannah was in so much suffering and torment that she finally tried to bring an end to her nightmarish life. After Big Joe had told her to shower up, the miserable Asian stepped into the tub and immediately started chugging a container of shampoo as well as a bottle of draining fluid. However, Big Joe could hear the girl coughing badly, and when he discovered what she was doing he became completely enraged. He’d dragged the screaming, terrified girl out of the tub, tied her hands together behind her back, and then thrashed her all over her body with his belt for more than three hours. By the time the biker was too tired to hit her anymore, Hannah’s entire body was covered with crimson welts and bruises and she was screaming and weeping like a baby.
After giving her the worst beating of her life, Big Joe spent the rest of the night fucking the agonized Asian in her ass. Because it was the last night he’d have with her before returning her to Tank and the others, the enormous Outlaw raped Hannah as ferociously as he possibly could. He’d still been very angry about her suicide attempt earlier, and so he’d channeled that anger toward literally trying to rip apart the Asian’s asshole. Even with how hard he’d hammered away at the tiny opening it still took Big Joe nearly an hour to cum, because each time he came close to climaxing he would stop, just so he could torture the girl longer. Once he’d finally finished, he forced Hannah to get dressed and then dumped her in his truck before heading back to the main bar where Tank stayed.
“Home sweet home bitch,” Big Joe announced, pulling his Ford pickup into the large parking lot of the tavern.
Hannah looked out the window and shuddered at the familiar sight of the building. A little over a week had passed since she’d been abducted and brought here. It had been the longest week of her life, and just thinking about the countless horrors she’d had to endure was enough to bring tears to her eyes. Hannah could see a few Outlaws standing near the entrance of the bar, and she felt the goose-bumps all over her flesh as Big Joe came around and dragged her out of the truck.
The Asian struggled to keep up as Big Joe yanked her into the building. Hannah was so utterly drained from the many times the Outlaw had fucked her, and barely had enough strength to walk. The bikers outside gave her a warm, albeit vulgar, greeting as she passed them on her way into the bar. Hannah was surprised to see that there were just a handful of customers inside. She had no idea that it was almost 4 in the morning; time had lost any meaning to her long ago.
The few patrons that were inside all gazed at the Asian hungrily as Big Joe marched her to the back of the tavern. As they went through the swinging double-doors and made their way down the hall, Hannah could faintly hear someone screaming from inside the bikers’ lounge. She assumed it was the redhead, Ellen, whom she saw just a few days ago. The screams grew much louder as she got closer and closer to the room, and by the time she was standing outside of it they were blood-curdling.
“Yup, sounds like Miss Washington. This should be good,” Big Joe chuckled, before turning the door knob and entering inside.
As soon as she saw the redhead Hannah’s heart sank to her stomach and she felt so utterly sorry for the girl. Ellen was on her knees, with her face pressed against the floor and her wrists pulled back and tied to her ankles. She was screaming in complete agony as one of the bikers viciously beat her bloody, upturned ass as hard as he could with a metal cane. From the looks of it, the Outlaw had been thrashing the poor girl for perhaps an hour or more. The flesh on her buttocks was bruised everywhere and completely covered with scorching welts and cuts.
“PLEASE STOPPPP!! I SAID I’M SORRY!!!” The redhead wailed, sobbing in absolutely misery while the tattooed biker continued to beat her ass.
“You gonna start working harder bitch?! You gonna start taking your job seriously?!” The Outlaw shouted.
“I AM!! I’M TRYING!!!” Ellen screamed, the frustration in her voice simmering.
“Trying ain’t good enough whore! You better work harder bitch! When we give you an amount you fucking hit it!” The Outlaw shot back.
“I know I said I’m sorry!! Please stop hitting me!! I’ll do better I swear!!!” The young redhead begged desperately, tears of agony streaking down her face.
“What, you think just ‘cause you’re Miss Washington that you can slack off?! You’re nothing but a whore now, get fucking used to it you little slut!” The Outlaw roared, whipping the cane across Ellen’s ass with all his power.
“AAAOOOOWWWW!!! PLEASE JUST STOP!! I SAID I’M SORRY!!!” The redhead screamed in sheer desperation.
“You were thirty-five hundred short tonight, so tomorrow night you better bring in fucking eight and a half grand, you got that???” The hefty biker commanded.
Hannah watched as the girl closed her eyes and wept in total misery. She looked toward the redhead’s ass and could see that both her anus and vagina were severely stretched open. The two holes were drenched with cum and more sperm was streaked all over Ellen’s inner thighs.
“Do you fucking understand slut?!” The biker snarled, delivering another vicious blow to the girl’s buttocks.
“AAAAAGGGGHHHH!!! YES!!! YES I DO!! I WILL!!” Ellen squealed immediately.
“You fucking better bitch, or tomorrow night you won’t have any skin left on this pretty little ass,” the Outlaw warned, running the tip of the cane along Ellen’s bruised and bloody ass-cheeks.
It was fairly obvious to Hannah what the redhead’s transgressions were to have warranted such a horrendous thrashing. The bikers had apparently forced her to be a prostitute and ordered her to bring in a specific amount of money for them, and she’d clearly failed to do so. What the Asian didn’t realize, however, was just how many men Ellen had serviced throughout the night.
At about 8PM when the tavern typically began to get busy, and after the Outlaws had all fucked the redhead multiple times for the day, they’d begun whoring Ellen out. They’d given her strict orders to make $5,000 for the night, after which point she could rest until morning. The Outlaws all knew it was an absurd quota, considering that Rosalie, who was one of their top earners, brought them $2,000-$2,500 on a good night. Ellen had begged them to lower the amount, of course, but to no avail.
With no choice but to obey, the redhead quickly began soliciting random men in the bar to fuck her. Fortunately for the girl the tavern had started getting very packed around that time. She’d started off by asking for $100 per trick, but all of the men simply laughed and rejected her. Once she’d reduced the price to $50, however, she’d begun attracting quite a few clients. The Outlaws set up one of the small rooms for the redhead, complete with a bed and a bucket full of condoms for her customers.
Needless to say, it had been a very long and rough night for Ellen Duffy. After all, she’d been fucked about two dozen times by various Outlaws earlier in the day, and she had little strength left in her. Even though she should have been used to getting fucked pretty much all the time by the bikers, they were always so brutal with her that they left her in shambles, both mentally and physically. Thus, it had taken every ounce of willpower she had for Ellen to approach the many random men in the bar and ask them to use her.
Ellen began fucking her first customer, a filthy old pawn shop owner, at about 8:30 in the evening. The ugly john bent her over the mattress and rutted her pussy like the sexually deprived slob that he was. It took him just a couple of minutes to cum, filling the latex condom with his hot seed. When he was finished, Ellen had donned her outfit—which had been nothing but a micro-skirt, a tiny white halter, and matching stripper heels—and escorted him out to the bar. There had been a line of men waiting for her, and she simply grabbed the next one and took him to her room.
Over the next several hours, Ellen had proceeded to pleasure one man after another with almost no interruption. She’d spent a maximum of five minutes to recover, and cry, after each one of them. She’d assumed that as long as she did that, the quota she’d been given would be taken care of. By the time it was midnight, however, she’d started growing worried after counting her earnings and discovering that it was a paltry $900. It had seemed like she’d fucked a parade of men, and to see that she wasn’t even 1/5th of the way to her requirement had been beyond insane. It was at that point that Ellen knew she would not meet her quota.
Nevertheless, knowing how violent the Outlaws were, Ellen had continued to offer herself to the tavern’s patrons into the early morning hours. Most of the men had been content to ejaculate into their condoms, but a handful of them had forced Ellen to get on her knees while they finished off in her mouth. The redhead absolutely deplored swallowing semen, so this had been very difficult for her to handle. By the time there were literally no more customers for her, Ellen had fucked 31 men total, meaning she’d earned $1550 for the night. As soon as she’d given the cash to the Outlaws, they’d grown furious, which was why she was on her knees now getting the thrashing of her life.