This opened up a new world for Susan, she no longer felt sorry for herself, wondering where her daughter was. She started bar hopping again. Picking u... nameless guys and fucking them where ever she could. She especially liked when the men treated her like a slut, it reminded her of Candy.It was a Sunday morning and Susan wanted to relax after a night of whoring. she stood on a street corner frequented by hookers the night before. it reminded her of the second video she got from Candy. Susan. I nod at my companions then I go outside.Two men are trying to climb on the wagons while another is drawing his pistol. I think he intends to shoot Apollo. I swivel my shotgun up to point it at him, I carry it on a loop of canvas over my shoulder so it hangs down at my right-hand ready to use. I say, “The moment your gun clears leather this shotgun goes off. Now move along away from my wagons while you can still walk.”These three are to my left and the shotgun is aimed that way. A fourth man to. A moment later, a marker tip was pressed hard against my titts. I could make out one word. SLUT. That’s what I am, and that’s how I would be treated. “On your knees, sluts.” I was shoved to the ground; my hands were pinned behind my back. My wrists were bound by a soft pair of cuffs, completing the picture of a submissive whore. Whoever put the cuffs on hauled me to my feet and pushed me forward. I walked blindly towards the throng of guys. There were dozens of pictures taken as their hands. He put the horses in with the mule that was already there. The mule looked pleased, if mules can look pleased, to have company; he gave them food; he put blankets over them before staggering to the door and pushing it open. He was greeted by two surprising sights.A shotgun was pointed at his stomach, there was no doubt it would kill him where a bullet at such close range might pass through and leave him alive.The holder of the shotgun was a woman. “Take off your gun, slowly. I’m the only person.