This was the first—and probably last—opportunity she would ever have to escape from her hellish ordeal. He let Hannah sob for about a minute or so, and then barked at her to continue. Sex “Don’t you move slut. Earlier in the day, the Outlaws had made a big poster for her and instructed her to consult it for each of her clients. “Let’s see if we really can get through all that shit in an hour. Get back here you little cunt!!!” Hannah heard the man shout behind her. Lying on the floor less than ten feet from her was the john’s tattered jeans and, more importantly, a leather holster with his colt revolver. “Uhhhhhh,” the drunken moron replied, looking at the available choices for a long time. She had the most disconsolate look on her face as she was forced to stare at an Outlaw across the room. “How’s it feel slut?”
“It hurts!” Hannah cried, turning her head away from the evil man. “I’m a whore now,” Hannah declared to the camera, her eyes starting to moisten. 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.
