Joanne's downfall 11: The night is young

The men take Joanne out to have fun, well actually, for them to have fun with her.

Joanne shifted in her restraints. Mark leaned over her, his eyes bloodshot with alcohol and malice, his semi-hard erection swaying as he stretched. "Get up, cousin. The night's just beginning. Let's go for a drive to stretch your legs – and your holes." Tom and Jamal shifted, laughing hoarsely, already standing and adjusting their trousers. Joanne shook her head frantically, her eyes pleading behind the gag, trying to crawl away. "Mmmph! N-no..." came the gurgling sound, but Jamal lifted her by the arms like a sack of trash, his thick hands squeezing her breasts. "Shut up, whore. You come naked, as you were born to be used. Feel the wind on your cunt." They carried her to the back door, where Mark's car waited in the garage.

She resisted in the yard, her body trembling in the cool night air, but Tom pushed her forcefully, laughing. 'Get in the back seat, bitch. Or we'll tie you to the windshield with your ass up.' They tightened the restraints on her arms behind her back, ropes biting her wrists, and swapped the ball gag for a new one – a thick, silicone penis-shaped plug, molded veins filling her entire mouth, forcing her tongue down and simulating constant throat fucking. 'Look, Tom, she's been sucking a rubber cock the whole way, she's going to become a blowjob expert,' Mark mocked, squeezing the fake cock deeper until Joanne gagged, saliva dripping down her chin. Jamal slapped her ass, reading the tattoos aloud: 'Free Use? Perfect for what comes next.' They threw her into the back seat, naked and exposed, legs forced open by the cramped space, pussy and ass on display as the car roared to life.

The drive through the city was a slow torment. Mark drove slowly along the lit avenues, headlights cutting through the darkness, while Tom and Jamal took turns in the front seat, hands reaching behind them, poking Joanne's pussy. "Feel this, bitch? Fingers in your wet hole. Enjoying the ride?" Tom taunted, shoving two thick fingers into her pussy, stretching the walls already swollen from so much abuse. She writhed, moans muffled by the rubber dildo in her mouth, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks. Jamal laughed, pinching her nipples. They sped into the outlying neighborhoods, the houses of the elite giving way to potholed streets, graffiti on the walls, and the smell of garbage in the air. Finally, they stopped in a run-down square – a vacant lot with broken benches, scattered beer cans, and a group of young Black and Latino men, around 18 to 20 years old, smoking and drinking cheap beer under the dim light of a lamppost. Street delinquents, baggy clothes and homemade tattoos, laughing loudly at dirty jokes.

Mark parked the car, turning to Joanne with a sadistic grin. 'Showtime, cousin. Let's cover you up a little.' They threw an old, worn-out robe over her – thin enough to outline her breasts and the curve of her buttocks – tying it loosely at the waist. Still with her arms bound and gag in place, Joanne stumbled as she was pulled from the car, her bare feet on the cracked asphalt. 'Please... No...', she thought, her heart racing at the sight of the group of young men, but Mark pushed her across the square, Tom and Jamal flanking her like bodyguards. The delinquents noticed the quartet approaching, their curious eyes on the woman under the robe, but it was only when Mark stopped a few meters away and ripped the fabric off with a tug that the shock came. Joanne was exposed to the night air: naked, tied up, gagged, her body marked with degrading tattoos.

'Damn, what kind of slut is that? She's naked and tied up like in a porn movie!', exclaimed the group's leader, a tall, thin black man named Devon, about 20 years old, cigarette in his mouth and baseball cap backwards. The others – seven in total, a mix of black and Latino, agile street bodies, dicks already stirring in their baggy pants – approached, their eyes devouring the piercings and tattoos. 'Look at the tattoos, man! This is a high-class hooker in the wrong place.' Joanne struggled, trying to hide behind Mark, pure terror in her eyes, but he laughed and pushed her into the center of the circle. 'Calm down, boys. This is Joanne, a rich girl who loves sucking poor men's dicks. Tom, Jamal, and I want some beers and cigarettes to keep the party going. In exchange, she'll suck each of you off. Full blowjob, but only if you use a condom, we don't want to take risks with strangers.'

The group erupted in laughter and whistles, their erections instantly hardening. "Seriously? This tattooed hottie sucking us off for some cans of beer? I'd take it right now, man!" shouted a Latino quietly, already unzipping his pants. To Joanne's horror, they agreed without hesitation, passing condoms to each other. Mark pulled off the gag, his silicone dildo protruding with a trickle of saliva. "N-no, Mark! Please, don't make me do this... I have money... I'll pay for the drinks and cigarettes!" she pleaded, her voice hoarse and broken, her knees weak. But he forced her to the ground, knees on the dirty concrete of the square, face at the level of his groin. "Shut up, cousin. Remember when you ratted me out to your dad for stealing your jewelry to buy drugs? You almost sent me to reform school, you spoiled brat. Now, you're going to suck a delinquent's dick in exchange for some beers and cigarettes for me." Karma's a bitch, isn't she? Start with Devon – and be gentle.'

The young men lined up, pants down, various cocks springing out: thick and black, curved and brown, hard with excitement at the surrealism. Devon was the first, condom stretched over his 18cm cock, veins throbbing. He grabbed Joanne's hair and shoved it into her mouth. 'Suck, rich bitch. Suck my ghetto cock.' She gagged, lips stretching around the thickness, tongue forced to lick the latex as he slowly fucked her mouth. 'Damn, what a hot throat! You must suck every day, huh? With that innocent face, it doesn't look like it.' The others mocked: 'Look at her swallowing black cock! I bet her boyfriend is a white guy who doesn't even know how to fuck a pussy.' Mark and Tom filmed up close, cell phones capturing every thrust, saliva dripping down Joanne's chin. 'That's it, cousin, show the world how you've fallen. From a rich girl in a mansion to a roadside prostitute.'

One by one, she sucked all eight: the second, a stocky black man named John, short but thick cock, hitting her cheeks. 'Swallow deep, whore. Smell the manly scent on my dick.' He came quickly, filling the condom with hot jets. The third, a Latino with a heavy accent, held her head and fucked her like a piston. 'Suck, gringa. You came to the wrong neighborhood – or the right one, to suck Latino dick.' Humiliations rained down: 'Look at the tattoos on your ass! How many dicks have you taken there?' 'Suck harder, whore! For a beer, you're worth less than a can.' Joanne sobbed between sucks, her makeup smeared, her body trembling on the cold floor, but she obeyed, knowing that resisting would only make things worse. In the room, a skinny boy laughed: 'Hey, she's wet down there!' "The whore likes being used by thugs." Mark mocked loudly, then whispered privately to Joanne: "See, Joanne? You hated me for considering me a delinquent, but now you're on your knees before real delinquents, much worse than me. Swallow all this shit and be grateful."

The last one, a tall black man with dreadlocks, lasted longer, fucking her throat until she cried. 'I'm gonna cum now, bitch. Feel this favela dick filling you up.' He exploded in the condom, pulling it out and throwing the full condom in her face, semen dripping into her nose. The delinquents cheered, handing cans of beer and packs of cigarettes to Mark, Tom, and Jamal. 'Thanks, man! The whore sucks really well. If you want to come back, we'll give you more than beer – maybe a fuck in the ass.' Mark laughed, collecting the items. 'Maybe. She's practically a public hole now.' Joanne, exhausted and humiliated, was gagged again – the fake dick silencing her sobs – and dragged back to the car, her robe thrown over her like a rag. The young men waved, laughing: 'Come back to suck again, rich whore!'

In the car, speeding back to the city, Mark turned the radio up loud, drinking a beer while driving. 'What a great blowjob you gave those thugs, cousin. Eight grand for some beers and cigarettes – you're the bargain of the century.' Jamal smoked a cigarette, blowing smoke in her face. 'Your cuckold arrives tomorrow, but tonight is ours. Where to now? Motel or back home for more?' Joanne trembled, her mind in tatters, the taste of latex-covered penis and humiliation in her mouth, without imagining what else was to come.

At his house, Charles paced back and forth, his erection softening from worry mixed with residual excitement from the cameras in Joanne's mansion. 'Where the hell is she? The cameras show the house empty since the idiots left with the car.' His cell phone vibrated – an email from Mark, the email address must have been provided by Ana earlier. The subject: 'Your toy in action, pervert.' Attached was the video from the square: Joanne naked, tied up, sucking cock after cock, muffled moans and jeers echoing. Charles sat in the chair, his cock instantly hardening at the sight of his friend's perfect fiancée on her knees before a bunch of thugs. 'Damn, Joanne... Sucking off delinquents?' He masturbated quickly, his hand flying to his cock as he watched close-ups of her stretched mouth, tattoos on display. He came hard, semen spraying onto the screen, groaning: 'Damn, bitch. If I don't control these degenerates soon they'll turn you into a real prostitute. Well, I guess I'll plan something for tomorrow.' The video ended with her being dragged to the car, and Charles smiled, already thinking about the next video he would receive.

The car rattled through the potholed streets of the outskirts, the engine rattling like a lament echoing Joanne's despair. Still naked in the back seat, arms tied behind her back and a silicone dildo gag filling her mouth, she trembled with humiliation, saliva dripping down her chin as the vehicle accelerated. Mark drove with a beer in his hand, laughing loudly with Tom and Jamal, who lit newly acquired cigarettes. "Damn, what a good deal, guys! Eight bucks for some beers and cigarettes. The slutty cousin is a great bargaining chip," Mark mocked, glancing in the rearview mirror at Joanne, who cowered, her eyes swollen with tears. Tom blew smoke back, hitting her face. "See, whore? Your fancy blowjob traded for street crap. I bet your pussy's itching for more." Jamal pinched her thigh, fingers brushing her clitoris. 'Relax, bitch. The night is young. Let's extend this party with another dirty trick.'

They drove for a few blocks, the radio playing, while beers and cigarettes passed around. The perverts' euphoria grew, their erections hardening in their pants as they remembered the square. 'Hey, Mark, what if we let the bitch run around naked?' Tom suggested, laughing. Mark nodded, turning onto a dark, poorly lit street lined with abandoned buildings and closed shops. 'Perfect. Let's tie her up properly and see if she survives without being caught by any pervert.' They stopped abruptly, the car creaking. Jamal and Tom pulled Joanne out of the car, her naked body exposed to the humid morning air, her tattoos glistening under dim streetlights. They tied her arms tighter, ropes cutting across her wrists, and the gag was already secure. They only untied her feet, leaving her unsteady on the cold asphalt. “Listen, bitch,” Mark said, grabbing her chin and forcing their eyes to meet. “We’re going to drive around the block. You run to the end of this street and meet us on the other side. If you’re late, we’ll leave you behind for the city rats to have their fun, if you know what I mean. Run naked, tied up and gagged – and be careful not to provoke any perverts out there. Who knows, some drunk might grab you and fuck you for free.”

Joanne groaned desperately through the gag, “Mmmph! N-no! P-please!”, her body writhing, her breasts bouncing as she tried to throw herself against them and get back to the car. But Tom slapped her ass, leaving a red mark. “Go on, whore! Or we’ll drag you to the alley right now and leave you open for the first person who comes along.” Jamal laughed, poking her pussy with his finger. 'Imagine, the rich girl running naked like a fugitive. Run, or your night will turn into a horror movie.' The car sped off, headlights disappearing around the corner, leaving Joanne alone on the empty street. Her heart racing, she began to walk slowly, her bare feet stepping on trash and puddles, using the shadows of the buildings to hide. Her arms, bound, made her unbalanced; each step a risk of falling and exposing herself further. 'Please, let no one see me...' she thought, her dread growing as she imagined unfamiliar hands grabbing her.

The street was deserted in the early morning, the silence broken only by distant barks. Midway, a brightly lit bar stood, its open door echoing with hoarse laughter and the smell of beer. Inside, sweaty workers, fresh off their shift, drank at crowded tables – men in dirty overalls, tired muscles, eyes bloodshot with alcohol. Joanne leaned against the opposite wall, her heart in her throat, and quickened her pace, her naked body brushing against the rough concrete. Luckily, no one came out, and she passed unnoticed, relieved for a second. But a few meters ahead, a dark alley opened to the right, reeking of urine and garbage. An old, ugly beggar, with a disheveled beard and tattered clothes, was rummaging through a dumpster when he spotted her – a naked silhouette, tied up, a gag in her mouth. 'Hey, look at this! A naked whore in the street!' he shouted, his voice hoarse. Two other beggars, one fat and bald, the other thin with scars on his face, raised their heads, eyes wide with shock and lust. 'Damn, it's a tied-up bitch! Chase after her, man!'

They emerged from the alley like wolves, feet dragging, shouting obscenities that echoed in the empty street. 'Hey, bitch! Stop right there, you dog! We're not going to do anything, just fuck you until you can't take it anymore!' 'Look at her tattooed ass! 'Free Use? Perfect for us!' Joanne froze for a moment, pure terror, then turned and ran, feet pounding the asphalt, breasts bouncing, arms useless behind her back. 'Mmmph! N-no!', she gurgled through the gag, tears flying as the beggars gained ground, sadistic laughter behind them. The fat one shouted: 'Come here, whore! You tease and then run away.' "Your hole's gonna feel a beggar's dick!" She stumbled once, on a pile of garbage bags, but regained her balance, running desperately to the end of the street, where the car waited with its doors open. The pursuers were meters away, hands outstretched, when she jumped into the back seat, her sweaty body collapsing onto the leather. "Go, go!" she thought, and Mark accelerated, tires screeching, leaving the beggars behind cursing.

Joanne collapsed onto the seat, her chest heaving, sobs muffled by the gag, relief mixed with tears as she wiped her face on the upholstery. "Almost... They almost got me... Those disgusting bastards..." But the three laughed hysterically. "Damn, bitch, you ran like a dazed chicken! Those perverted beggars almost grabbed you," Tom mocked, turning to squeeze her thigh. Jamal lit another cigarette. "Imagine if they had caught you?" Three stinking dicks up your ass for free. You were going to walk back to the car dripping with street shit.' Mark, still laughing, said: 'Why just imagine it?', and turned the car around, headlights illuminating the beggars who were returning frustrated to the alley. 'Hey, hey, calm down, guys! Don't go away so soon,' he shouted, stopping beside them. The three stopped, curious and malicious eyes on the window. One of the beggars said: 'Sorry man, we didn't know she was with someone, we just saw an opportunity and let our lust get the better of us.'

Mark lowered the window, a sadistic smile on his face. 'Relax, these things happen, it's not every day you find a whore in the middle of the street wrapped up like a present.' 'Look, I saw you were after my cousin here. She's a rich whore who loves dick. How about it? 10 dollars each to fuck her – pussy, ass, mouth, whatever you want.' "Condoms are mandatory, so as not to soil the merchandise." The beggars exchanged glances, hands in their empty pockets. The old man mumbled: "Damn, man, we don't have a penny. But what a hot whore... I haven't had sex in months." Mark feigned regret, theatrically. "Ah, what a shame. But hey, I have a proposition: if you gather at least 15 beggars who each have 10 reais and want to pay to have sex with this rich whore, the three of you can fuck her for free. What do you think? We'll meet in half an hour at a vacant lot up ahead." Their eyes gleamed with greed and lust. "Deal! We'll gather the guys quickly. This whore is going to get fucked by a beggar today."

In the car, Joanne struggled against the restraints, her body writhing in the seat, 'Mmmph! N-no! Please, d-don't do this!', she pleaded through the gag, her eyes wide with terror. But Tom laughed, shoving his fingers into her vagina. 'Calm down, whore. You thought you got away so easily? Now you're going to be a homeless fucktoy. Stinky dick in your noble hole.' Jamal squeezed her breasts. 'Relax, it'll be fun for everyone.' Mark drove to a nearby 24-hour pharmacy, stopping and getting out. 'Keep an eye on the bitch. I'm going to buy her protection.' He left Joanne with Tom and Jamal, who poked and teased her while they waited. Mark returned with a package, opening it to show 30 condoms. 'I bought extra, just to be sure. Some will want to repeat in your vagina, cousin.' Everyone laughed, except Joanne, who shook her head, moaning pleas. Mark winked at her. 'You should be grateful, bitch. For having a cool cousin supporting you in your life as a prostitute. I even take care of your 'protection' so you don't end up as the mother of a homeless person's child.'

Half an hour later, they arrived at the vacant lot – an empty plot surrounded by graffiti-covered walls, scattered trash, and makeshift campfires. The three homeless men had gathered 17 others: a total of 20 men, of all types – hunched old men with dirty beards, skinny men tattooed with scars, sweaty fat men with hanging bellies, ages 30 to 70, torn clothes reeking of sweat and garbage. They formed a semicircle, hungry eyes fixed on the car when Joanne was pulled out, naked and tied up, a gag still in her mouth. 'Damn, look at the whore! Packaged up like a professional slut!' shouted the fat homeless man, his erection already hardening in his ripped pants. Mark quickly counted the money – $170 from 17 paying customers – and nodded to the first three. 'You fuck for free, as promised. Condoms for everyone. Use her mouth, pussy, or ass. She'll suck and spread her legs for everyone now.'

Joanne was thrown to the ground covered by a black tarp the beggars had brought, dirt clinging to her skin, as the beggars approached like vultures. Mark removed the gag, and she pleaded hoarsely: 'N-no... Please, let me go... I have money... I'll pay a prostitute for each of you...' But the old beggar was the first, pants down, his limp cock hardening quickly as it rubbed against the condom. 'Shut up, rich girl! Suck my stinky cock first.' He grabbed her hair and shoved it into her mouth, fucking her throat with short, dirty thrusts. 'Suck, bitch! Taste the street on my dick.' Joanne gasped, her lips stretching around the wrinkled thickness, her tongue forced to lick the latex as he groaned, "Damn, hot mouth! I haven't had one like this in ages." The others watched, masturbating exposed cocks, the stench of unwashed semen filling the air.

While she sucked, hands gripped her body – a skinny one pinched her nipples, "Look at those tits! High-class prostitute for beggars." Another stuck fingers in her ass, "Tattooed 'Free Use'? Good to know!" The old man came quickly in the condom, hot jets filling the plastic, and pulled it out, tying a knot and throwing it in her face. "Take it, bitch! My free milk." The next one, a fat 50-year-old, lay down on the floor and pulled Joanne up, forcing her to sit with her pussy on his cock, his condom-covered cock stretching against the walls. "Ride, whore! Fuck my cock with your rich pussy." She was crying, her hips rising and falling, forced by hands on her buttocks, her breasts swaying as he pounded from below. 'Damn, what a nice hole! You get fucked every day, don't you? Squeeze harder!' Two others approached, one shoving his cock into her mouth – 'Suck while he fucks you, bitch!' – the other masturbating on her face. 'Look at her twerking on the fat guy's cock! Mansion whore becoming our toy.'

The orgy erupted into chaos: beggars taking turns, penises going in and out of holes. A skinny old man turned her over on all fours, fucking her ass with brutal thrusts, the condom lubricated with spit. 'Sit on your tattooed ass, bitch! Beggar's dick tearing you apart.' Meanwhile, another man was thrusting into her vagina from below, double penetration making Joanne scream muffled by a penis in her mouth. 'Scream, whore! Your ass and vagina full of stinking cock.' They taunted her relentlessly: 'For 10 dollars, you're worth less than a plate of food!' 'Look at the tattoos: 'Cum Dump'. That's blatant advertising, because I can't fill her with cum!' Some came quickly, filling condoms and throwing them aside, but they repeated – the fat man went back to her mouth, fucking her throat until he came in the condom again. 'Second round, whore! Swallow deep.'

Joanne was passed around like a toy: lying on her back, legs spread, three dicks taking turns in her pussy, each one fucking until they came in a condom and moved on to the next. 'Next! My turn in her wet pussy!' A 60-year-old man shoved it up her ass, groaning. While she sucked another, saliva and precum mixed together. The first three, for free, were the most sadistic – the old man made her lick his dirty balls before fucking her mouth, 'Lick my stinky balls, rich girl!' The fat man crushed her under his weight, his dick pounding her pussy like a pestle. 'Feel my big belly crushing you while I fuck you!' The skinny, scarred man turned her onto her stomach, fucking her ass angrily, slapping her buttocks. 'See what happened? If you hadn't run, it would have just been the three of us fucking you for half an hour in an alley. Now you're going to take a beggar's dick in your ass and pussy until you can't take it anymore!'

The stench was unbearable – rancid sweat, unwashed penises, trash all around. She sobbed between fucks, her body throbbing, her holes sensitive and stretched. 'Please... Enough...', she murmured when her mouth was free, but a new penis entered. 'Shut up and suck, whore! I'm paying for you.' Mark, Tom, and Jamal filmed everything, laughing. 'Look at her, who would have thought, cousin! 20 beggars using you. From rich girl to public prostitute.' The orgy lasted for hours, the beggars exhausted but insatiable, until the last one came in her mouth, the condom bursting with accumulated semen. Joanne lay on the floor, her body covered in sweat and dirt, her holes leaking lubricant and forced moisture.

Finally, Mark dragged her to the car, gagging her again as he counted the money. '170 dollars! This must be the first time you've earned money through your own hard work, bitch. Pussy and mouth working hard.' Tom and Jamal laughed loudly. 'Yeah, whore. Earned more than a day's cleaning for your cleaning ladies.' Mark gave $50 to the three initial beggars as a 'generous handout'. 'Thanks for getting the team together. Use it for beer – or call another prostitute, but I doubt you'll find one as cheap as Joanne.' The other beggars applauded, waving as the car drove away. 'Come back anytime, bitch! Your ass is welcome!'

Back at the mansion, dawn was breaking weakly. They dragged Joanne into the living room, tying her up in a hogtie on the carpet – wrists and ankles together behind her, body arched uncomfortably, breasts pressed to the floor. They blindfolded her, leaving her in total darkness. 'Goodnight, whore. Sleep there on the floor like the bitch you are,' said Mark, giving her a light slap on the ass. 'Tomorrow your cuckold arrives – you'll have to figure out how to hide those tattoos from him; if you're lucky, maybe they'll fade by the wedding.' They went upstairs, laughing, to the comfortable beds in the house, leaving her alone.

Joanne cried softly, the gag muffling her sobs, her tired body throbbing in her abused vagina and anus. 'How... How did I fall so low? From a virgin bride to this... Tied up like trash while they sleep in my house, mocking me...' She thought of Harold, arriving the next day, innocent and kind. 'I'll have to wear long clothes, hide these humiliating tattoos... He can't know. He can't see me like this, a street whore.' Exhaustion won, worn out from hours of abuse dragging her to sleep, even in the uncomfortable position, her vagina still throbbing, dreaming of the time when she was still a respectable woman.