Joanne's downfall 10: Captive in her own home

Joanne receives an unexpected and unwelcome visit, and spends the day serving her new tormentors. Could a call from Harold brighten her day?

The setting sun tinged the pool's edge with orange hues, but Joanne barely noticed, her exhausted body sinking into the lounge chair under the weight of the fresh humiliation. The tattoos were still there; before they entered, they had revealed that the tattoos were actually temporary and would fade in about two weeks, laughing at her as they left. She was relieved not to be marked forever, but still worried because the wedding would happen before then, and she would have to find a way to avoid being naked in front of him during the honeymoon. Dry tears of humiliation mixed with relief on her cheeks, mingled with sweat and drool from the gag. Exhaustion finally overcame her, her eyes closing in restless sleep, her naked body still bound, exposed to the slowly cooling night air. Hours passed in a blur of nightmares, where anonymous penises invaded her and laughter echoed, until, in the deep night, an overwhelming heat awakened her.

Joanne blinked, her heavy eyes blurred by exhaustion, feeling a hard, rhythmic pressure penetrating her vagina. A cock thrust in and out with firm strokes, stretching the moist walls. A moan escaped the gag, her body involuntarily contracting around the intruder. Above her, a thin, white figure, face hidden by a black balaclava, eyes gleaming in the dim light. He grunted softly, thick hands gripping her hips. 'Damn, what luck I have, huh? Finding a slut all wrapped up like a Christmas present. Look at this tasty pussy, already so used and still sucking cock like new.'

Joanne struggled against the restraints, ropes creaking against her wrists and ankles, panic rising like bile. 'Mmmph! Nooo!' “Help!” she groaned, muffled by the rubber ball, her head swaying from side to side, hoping Rachel or Ana, or even the tattoo artists, would hear and save her from that real bandit – and worse, from a possible kidnapping. The man laughed, his voice hoarse and familiar from some dark corner of her memory, quickening his thrusts, his cock pounding deep inside her. “Calm down, whore. Fight harder, that makes me harder. Never has a robbery yielded so much – empty house, jewels to steal, and a free whore to fuck. Maybe I’ll take you with me, to be my personal trophy. Imagine, you on a leash in my shack, your cunt open for me every day.”

Horror consumed her, her body writhing, her legs kicking uselessly against the restraints, her breasts bouncing. He fucked her harder, his hips slamming against hers, his heavy balls slapping her scarred ass. “That’s it, scream louder, you bitch.” "Your pussy's twitching around my cock, it loves being fucked by a thief." Joanne whimpered, fresh tears streaming down her face, his cock swelling inside her, about to explode. Suddenly, he pulled out with a wet sound, her empty pussy throbbing, and climbed onto the chaise lounge, kneeling over her chest. "Always wanted to fuck a rich girl's big tits." He shoved his cock between her breasts, squeezing them with his hands, fucking the soft valley, glans brushing her chin. "Go on, lick the head, bitch."

Joanne turned her face away, but he grabbed her hair, forcing his mouth close. With a grunt, he came, hot jets of cum spraying onto her breasts, running down her hair and dripping onto her face, some hitting the gag. "Take that, you whore. Now you're marked with my milk too." Gasping, he collapsed on top of her, his weight crushing her sticky breasts, his limp penis rubbing against her belly. 'Now it's serious, doll. I'm going to carry you to my car, take you to be my sex slave. Pussy, ass, and mouth for me 24 hours a day. Say goodbye to the rich life – welcome to the basement.' Joanne groaned desperately, 'Mmmph! Nooo! Please!', panic choking her, imagining a life of captivity.

Laughter echoed from the darkness, the light from cell phone flashlights illuminating her face. Rachel and Ana emerged from the house, dressed in short robes, giggling like hyenas. 'Look at the little princess thinking she was really going to be kidnapped! What a drama, Joanne.' Behind them, Tom and Jamal, semi-hard erections swinging, held cameras pointed at the scene, filming every drop of semen on her body. The 'bandit' slowly rose, removing his balaclava with a sadistic grin. The young, thin face of Mark, her younger cousin, appeared – disheveled hair, cold eyes full of ancient hatred. Joanne froze, her eyes wide with shock. Mark, the family delinquent, with whom she never got along: the boy she'd caught masturbating to stolen photos of her in the bathroom years ago, the thief who stole her jewelry and sold it for drugs—Joanne almost sent him to reform school back then—he only escaped because his mother intervened, sending him to an expensive boarding school. Since then, everyone thought he'd changed, but Joanne always labeled him a disgrace to the family, 'He acts like a poor, ill-mannered delinquent, even coming from a good family,' she'd always say whenever she talked about him.

Mark laughed loudly, wiping his penis on her thigh. 'Surprise, perfect cousin? When I heard the demure young lady had turned into a slut, I couldn't miss the chance to pay my respects. The idea of ​​the bandit was improvised—I came to fuck you and saw you sleeping there, all wrapped up. It couldn't have been better. You screaming like a raped virgin? Holy shit, it gave me a hell of a hard-on.' Joanne wept, her sobs muffled by the gag, her body trembling with betrayal. Mark leaned in. 'This is payback for what you did to me, you blabbermouth. You almost sent me to reform school for those jewels – which I took to buy a joint, not to become a drug dealer. Now look at you: your pussy dripping with the cum of a 'thief'.'

Ana moved closer, wrapping her arms around Mark's neck and planting a wet kiss on his mouth. 'My love, you were amazing. But I got jealous seeing you fucking that pussy with so much passion.' Mark laughed, squeezing her ass over her robe. 'Relax, babe. Joanne is just a disposable hole, anyone can use and throw away. You're my real woman.' They kissed again, tongues intertwining, leaving Joanne speechless with disbelief – her 'friend' Ana, divorced and bohemian, with her troubled cousin? Rachel burst into laughter, clapping her hands. 'Look at her face! She didn't even know about the secret romance, did she, rich girl?'

Mark pulled away from the kiss, still caressing Ana. 'We've been together for years, in secret. But you, you jealous cow, kept bothering my mother saying Ana was a divorced slut who slept with several men. Since I still live at my parents' house and work at their company, they wouldn't let us go public with our relationship. But now? When the family finds out you're a tattooed whore, with your ass marked for free use, Ana's past will be nothing. Everyone will laugh at the 'slutty cousin' who sucks garbage collectors' and construction workers' dicks.' Joanne squirmed in her restraints, moaning furiously, the fear of family exposure consuming her. Rachel poked her pussy with her fingers. 'Hey, hey, calm down. We'll only expose you if you don't cooperate. You're too delicious a toy to let go of easily.' "White pussy, big tits – we're going to use you until we're tired."

Finally, they untied her, her wrists and ankles free. Ana and Rachel dragged her inside, to the luxurious bathroom of the master suite, throwing her into the spacious shower with Italian tiles. "Go on, wash this shit all off, you bitch. But don't take too long – the guys want to play." The hot water cascaded over Joanne's body, washing away the dried semen. She rubbed her breasts and tattoos, trying to make them come off faster, when the door opened. Tom and Jamal entered naked, their cocks already hardening at the sight of her. "Hey, bitch, we came to keep you company. Can't shower alone, can you? Look at our work – these tattoos make you a perfect slut. Too bad they come off so quickly." Tom grabbed her hips, pushing her against the wet wall, his thick cock plunging into her pussy all at once. "Damn, still tight after so much fucking."

Jamal positioned himself behind her, spitting on her ass and forcing his long cock inside. 'Double penetration in the shower, you whore. Look at that 'Modest Bitch' on your arm – it matches my black cock fucking you.' They double-fucked her, Tom thrusting upwards in her pussy, Jamal pounding deep in her ass, water splashing with each thrust. Joanne groaned involuntarily, trapped between the two men. 'No! Get out of me, you pigs!' But Tom covered her mouth, laughing. 'Shut up, save her for sucking my cock later.' Jamal slapped her tattooed ass. 'Look at the arrows for the ass – 'Free use,' right? I use it, Tom uses it, everyone uses it. I'm going to cum in your hole, bitch.' They sped up, grunting, cumming almost simultaneously – Tom filling her pussy with hot cum, Jamal squirting in her ass, semen running down her thighs mixed with the water. 'Good girl, now clean yourself properly,' Jamal said.

Dry and trembling, Joanne was led into the kitchen, still naked. Rachel filled a dog bowl with dry cereal – plain oatmeal, stolen from Joanne's cupboard. 'Eat, you little bitch. On all fours on the floor, as you deserve.' Joanne hesitated, but Rachel gave her a light kick in the ass. 'Obey or we'll call Mark to fuck you again.' Before she could bend down, Mark emerged from the living room, pants down, cock in hand – he'd just fucked Ana on the couch, moans echoing minutes before. 'Her cereal's missing milk, right? Leave it to me.' He masturbated quickly, hand flying to his cock, eyes fixed on Joanne's tattooed ass. 'Look at that, 'Cum dump' – perfect. Take my fresh milk, cousin.' He came in thick arcs into the bowl, white cum covering the flakes. 'Eat it all, don't waste a drop.' "Lick the bowl afterwards." Everyone laughed – Rachel filming, Ana kissing Mark, Tom and Jamal drinking beer. Joanne, on her knees, swallowed the cereal soaked in semen, a salty, sticky taste in her mouth, disgust rising but forced to swallow. "Good bitch," Mark mocked, rubbing his cock against her face.

The day dragged on in a haze of humiliation and degradation. In the master suite, they tied Joanne face down on the king-size bed, arms and legs spread in an X, ball gag back on. Mark was the first, shoving his cock into her ass without lube. "Remember when you caught me jerking off to your pictures and humiliated me by telling everyone? Now I'm fucking you for real, you bitch." He thrust hard, slaps on her ass echoing. "Moan, cousin. Tell Harold your ass is mine now. That I fucked you before him." Ana watched, masturbating with her fingers. 'Fuck her harder, baby. This whore deserves it.' Then, Tom turned her onto her back, his thick cock in her pussy. 'Look at this tattoo – 'Blue Collar Whore'. I used to be a blue-collar worker, you know?' 'Moan louder, bitch. Imagine your fiancé seeing you like this,' said Rachel. Jamal came next, fucking her mouth after removing the gag. 'Suck it, white girl. Swallow my black cock until I cum in your throat.'

In the kitchen, they tied her upright against the marble island, legs spread. Ana and Rachel prepared sandwiches while the men took turns using her. Tom in her ass, bending her forward. 'Feel my thick cock filling you up? You're a hole now.' Mark in her mouth from the front. 'Two holes full, cousin. How does it feel being the new biggest disgrace to the family?' Dirty comments flew: 'Damn, this bitch sucks cock like a pro,' Jamal laughed. Rachel was teasing her clitoris. 'Come for us, slut. Show us you love being used.'

In the afternoon, by the pool, the sun tanned her exposed skin. They tied her hands behind her back and led her to the shallow end. 'Suck our dicks underwater, bitch,' Tom ordered, plunging his cock into her mouth as she gagged on bubbles. Jamal was in her pussy, thrusting from the water. 'Feel the water hitting your marked ass? 'Free use' – I use it.' Mark was fucking her floating breasts. 'Big tits floating, perfect for cumming.' They came in waves – cum in her mouth, pussy, and face, dripping into the pool. Then, they tied her to an inflatable mattress-float, lying on her back, legs spread with ropes at the supports. Semen from all three dripped from her pussy and ass, splashing into the water as they swam around, drinking drinks from her fridge, laughing and talking. 'Look at the whore floating, full of cum!' Rachel shouted, splashing water on her. Ana climbed onto the float, sitting on Joanne's face. 'Lick my pussy, bitch. Pay for the rumors.' Mark filmed from his cell phone. 'This is going to your blackmailer, cousin. Or to Harold, if you're mean.'

Joanne floated in agony, her body exhausted, her mind broken, the sun drying the semen into fresh crusts. Humiliations piled up like layers of dirt, each fuck and laugh eroding what remained of her dignity.

In his dark room, Charles watched the multiple screens, cameras capturing every angle of the mansion. Shocked by the perversion – his cousin revealed, the couple in the shower, the cereal with cum, the endless fucks – he felt his cock harden again. 'Damn, these sons of bitches are worse than me,' he murmured, his hand already on his zipper. He watched like a porn-addicted teenager, coming for the third time that day as he watched Joanne on the float, semen dripping, muffled moans. The lust for platonic 'love' consumed him, his penis throbbing for more, as he watched anxiously.

The sun was setting again when the group of tormentors, exhausted but still full of malice, finally depleted Joanne's household provisions. All day long, they had looted the refrigerator, the cupboards, and the wine cellar, devouring grilled meats from the poolside barbecue, drinking expensive wines that cost more than a worker's monthly wage, all while Joanne was dragged from room to room like a toy. In the living room, tied to her knees with her hands behind her back, she watched Mark fuck Ana on the Italian leather sofa, his cock entering and exiting her cunt with rhythmic thrusts, while Rachel fingered her own pussy and taunted: 'Look, cousin, your sofa now smells like fresh cum. Want to lick up what's dripping?' In the kitchen, Tom had bent her over the granite table, shoving his thick cock into her ass while Jamal ate a piece of chocolate cake straight from the refrigerator and handed another to Tom. 'Feel this, bitch?' "My dick fills you up while I swallow your dessert. You're the main course." Jamal laughed, slapping her tattooed ass as he passed. "Those tally marks on your ass? Should add more today, too bad the ink ran out." Joanne, her stomach growling with real hunger – only the cereal with cum in the morning had sustained her – said nothing for fear of further humiliation.

Now, with the shelves empty and the bottles dry, Rachel yawned dramatically, sprawled on the sofa with an empty glass in her hand. "Damn it, guys, I'm starving again. Let's order a pizza? This mansion must have some spare change for that." Mark laughed. "Good idea." Tom was already grabbing some bills from the drawer in the counter, rummaging through his wallet in the bedroom to get the rest. "Relax, bitch. We use your money. You're rich, right? Or were, before you became a public hole."

The order was placed – two large pizzas, with stuffed crust and extra cheese – and half an hour later, the doorbell rang. The group stirred with malicious laughter. 'Joanne, go answer it,' Rachel ordered, untying her hands so she could move. Joanne froze, her eyes wide with terror. 'N-no... I'm naked! Please, give me some clothes...' Mark slapped her on the butt, forcing her to stand. 'Go naked, you slut. Or we'll throw you out there and leave you alone with the guy. Imagine: the delivery guy seeing you naked, filming you to keep as a souvenir.' Ana laughed, pushing her towards the door. 'Go on, rich girl. Show the world what's left of the perfect bride.' Trembling, Joanne dragged herself to the main entrance, her heart pounding. She opened the door just a crack, her body behind the wooden door to hide, extending her trembling hand. 'T-thank you... The pizza, please.'

The delivery man was a young Latino, about 20 years old, thin with innocent brown eyes, wearing the red pizza uniform tight at the chest. He handed over the hot box, taking the bills Joanne offered him – money the others had deliberately given him less than expected. The young man frowned, counting slowly. 'Hey, miss... There are five dollars missing here.' Joanne blinked, confused, panic rising. 'H-how? I think... Wait, I'll get more.' But before she could move, Rachel appeared behind her, shoving the door open. 'Oops! Let me see, sweetheart.' The cold night air hit Joanne's bare skin, and she screamed and tried to cover herself with her hands, but it was useless – breasts exposed, shaved pussy on display, trying to hide the 'Modest Bitch' marks and arrows pointing to the hole.

The delivery man froze, his eyes wide as if he'd stepped into a live porn movie. 'W-what the hell is this? Ma'am, you... You're naked!' His gaze involuntarily drifted down, stopping at the tattoo on Joanne's forearm. He swallowed hard, his face flushing, but his erection visibly growing in his uniform. Rachel leaned against the door, her voice mischievous and feigning innocence. 'Oh, too bad, we don't have any more money. But look, to make up for these five dollars, how about a quick blowjob?' The young man stammered, his eyes fixed on Joanne, who cowered against the wall, tears of humiliation burning. 'I... Like, seriously? This is... Damn, it looks like a wet dream.' Rachel noticed his gaze wandering over Joanne's tattoos, who was trying to cover her breasts and vagina with her arms. 'Hey, hey, don't hide it, bitch. Turn around so the boy can see properly.' 'Show that art on your whore body.'

Joanne sobbed, but a slap on the ass from Rachel made her obey, turning slowly, exposing her back with dozens of tally marks on her buttocks, arrows pointing to her anus with 'Free Use', and on her back, 'Blue Collar Whore'. The delivery guy gasped, his hand gripping the pizza box like an anchor. 'Damn... She's all marked up. Like, 'Modest Bitch'? Is this real? I... I'll take the blowjob. For five dollars? That's worth gold.' His cock was now an obvious tent in his uniform, and he laughed nervously, feeling like the king of the world. Rachel smiled predatorily, pushing Joanne onto her knees in the doorway. 'Good boy. Go on, Joanne, suck his cock. Be nice, he's giving us a discount – and he'll even give you free milk.' Joanne lifted her face in shock, her mouth open. 'Me? But you offered, I thought... You planned this! You gave less money on purpose!' Mark, hidden in the hallway with the others, whispered laughing to Ana: 'Exactly, dumb cousin. Now suck this Latino cock.' The delivery man started to unbuckle his belt, but Rachel stopped him with her hand on his arm. 'Hey, calm down. Joanne likes to unwrap her own toys. Go on, bitch, unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. Show the boy how a rich whore sucks cock.'

With trembling hands, Joanne unbuttoned the worn leather belt, slowly pulled down the zipper, the sound echoing like a sentence. The boy's cock sprang out – dark, veins throbbing, glans already wet with pre-cum. 'Fuck, go on, suck it,' he murmured, his voice hoarse with excitement. Joanne hesitated, but Rachel's gaze made her swallow the cock all at once, lips stretching around its thickness, tongue brushing the underside as she sucked. 'Like that, you whore.' “Swallow it all,” Rachel mocked, watching closely, her hand in Joanne’s hair forcing her deeper. The delivery man groaned loudly, his hips moving involuntarily. “Damn, what a hot mouth! You must suck dick every day, huh? With those tattoos… You look like a pro.” He didn’t last long – the surrealism of the scene, Joanne’s experienced mouth forcing it – and soon warned: “I’m coming! I’m going to pull out…” But Rachel held back. “No, boy. She likes to take man’s milk down her throat. Fill this bitch’s mouth.” He couldn’t hold back, hot jets of cum filling Joanne’s mouth, salty and viscous, dripping from the corners of her lips. She choked, but swallowed at Rachel’s command: “Clean his dick with your mouth, now. And thank him for being kind, giving you a discount and free milk.”

Joanne licked his limp dick, sucking the last drops, her face burning with shame. 'Th-thank you... For the discount and the milk...', she murmured, her voice broken. The delivery man laughed, putting his penis away. 'You're welcome, ma'am. If you want more milk, just call us again. That was the best delivery of the night!' He winked and left. Rachel closed the door, and the group burst into laughter – Mark, Ana, Tom, and Jamal emerging from the shadows, their cell phones filming everything. 'Damn, Joanne, you sucked a kid's dick for five reais? What a cheap slut!', Mark mocked, slapping her ass. Ana poked her breasts. 'Look at her face, she almost cried. But she swallowed it all, huh?' Joanne bit her lip, tears held back, the taste of semen still in her mouth, as they tied her up again, hands behind her back, and threw themselves onto the sofa to eat the pizza.

The smell of melted cheese and pepperoni filled the room, torturing Joanne's empty stomach as she knelt on the floor, watching them devour slice after slice, sauce dripping down their chins. "Delicious! Better than the caviar in her fridge," Tom laughed, licking his fingers. Mark noticed her eyes fixed on the food and feigned compassion. "Hey, girls, don't be so mean. Give Joanne a piece. After all, she helped pay for the pizza – with her mouth, right?" Rachel rolled her eyes, but cut a slice and threw it on the floor near her. "Go on, bitch. But no hands." Before Joanne could lean in to bite, the three men stood up, their cocks hardening again. "Wait a minute," said Jamal, masturbating quickly. "We'll enrich her pizza." Tom shoved his cock into Joanne's mouth for a moment, fucking her throat. "Suck it to get me hard, slut." Mark and Jamal joined forces, hands flying at their cocks. When they were at their limit, they aimed at the slice on the floor – white jets of cum covering the cheese and crust, dripping thickly. 'Take your piece, cousin. Eat it in front of us and thank us for remembering to feed the bitch.' Joanne, humiliated, lowered her face and bit into the soaked pizza, chewing the warm semen mixed with the sauce, swallowing with forced reluctance. 'T-thank you... for feeding me...', she whispered between bites, the group laughing as they ate the clean pizza.

Suddenly, Joanne's cell phone vibrated on the coffee table – the screen lit up with 'Harold ❤️'. The group stopped, malicious glances meeting. 'Don't refuse,' Rachel ordered, untying her hands only to force her to sit on Tom's cock, which was already lying on the floor with a hard-on again. 'Sit that pussy on my cock while you talk to your fiancé. If you moan loudly, we'll send the video to Harold.' Joanne sobbed softly, but obeyed, her aching pussy slowly swallowing Tom's cock, feeling it stretch against the walls. 'Answer, bitch,' he growled, hands on her hips forcing her to ride slowly. With the phone to her ear, her voice trembling, she answered. 'H-hello? Harold... Hi, love.' His voice came sweet and loving from the other end. 'Joanne! I finally managed to call you. I miss you so much... I can't wait for our wedding.' "I love you so much, you're everything to me." Joanne bit her lip, her hips moving involuntarily against Tom's cock, which was poking deep inside. "I... I love you too, Harold. I miss you so much... Ah..." A moan escaped, but she disguised it with a cough. The tormentors chuckled softly – Mark filming, Ana fingering herself. "Tell him how your day is going," Tom whispered, laughing, thrusting upwards. Harold continued: "I'm good, working on the project. I'll visit you tomorrow, okay? I want to hug you." Joanne gasped, her pussy tightening around the invading cock. "Y-yes... Tomorrow... I can't wait..." Tom sped up, his balls slapping against her ass. "Kiss, I love you." He stopped, and Joanne's control broke – a loud moan escaping as the involuntary orgasm hit her, her body convulsing, her pussy throbbing around Tom's cock, which came inside her with a grunt. 'Damn it, bitch, you came on my dick while you were talking to your fiancé? What a slut!' Everyone laughed, Joanne collapsing exhausted on the floor, semen dripping from her pussy.

They tied her up again, hands and feet together, ball gag stuffed in her mouth, drooling on the carpet. 'Goodnight, bitch. Sleep there on the floor as you deserve,' Mark mocked, while Rachel and Ana went upstairs to Joanne's room, laughing on the king-size bed with silk sheets. 'This bed is delicious. Better than the floor she's on,' said Ana, undressing. The men stayed in the living room, turning on the TV to a sports channel, opening the last beers from the fridge. 'Is the cuckold coming tomorrow? Shit, we'll have to leave and leave the toy,' complained Jamal, but Tom shrugged. 'The night is far from over. Let's see if the bitch can take more.'

Unfortunately for Joanne, her night wasn't over yet. Lying on the cold floor, her body aching and her mind in tatters, she heard footsteps approaching. A shadow leaned over her, rough hands untying her feet but keeping her hands bound. 'Wake up, whore. Time for more fun,' whispered a familiar voice – Mark, his already hard cock clearly visible through his pants. 'Is your fiancé arriving tomorrow? Then we need to take advantage of tonight and go for a walk.'