Joanne's downfall 17: The party in the barn and the beginning of the end

The farmhands throw a party, and Joanne will be the entertainment. Charles puts his final plan into action.

Mark grinned maliciously in the dim moonlight. 'Take off all your clothes, bitch. Now, the farmhands are eager to fuck you.' Joanne cowered on the bed, her heart racing, whispering, 'No, Mark... Harold's at the house, it's his employees. Please, not here on the farm.' He chuckled softly, pulling at a thick rope: 'Shut up and obey, or I'll send your fiancé the videos of how you sucked off the mechanics before coming here. Quick!' Trembling, she took off her nightgown, becoming naked. Mark tied her arms behind her back with tight knots, her wrists crossed and immobile. He took the black latex hood he had brought, stretching it over her head; the hood had an oval hole for her nose and mouth, narrow holes for her eyes that blurred her vision but hid her eyes. 'Ready to be used as a sex doll without identity.' He shoved the red ball gag into her mouth, stretching her lips around the rubber sphere, saliva already dripping down her chin. 'Come on, whore. The barn awaits you. The boys are hard for the new boss and I promised I'd hire a whore, they have no idea they're going to fuck their own boss.' He pushed her through the house, guiding her across the dark lawn to the barn, hands on her bare shoulders, slapping her ass with each stumble.

The barn smelled of hay, sweat, and cheap beer, yellowish lights illuminating a dozen farmhands sitting on bales of straw, bottles in hand. More than ten sweaty, ugly, and rough men – skinny with tanned skin, fat, ugly, and dirty, wrinkled old men, all in dirty jeans and dirty T-shirts. Carl, the foreman, in the center, raised his bottle as he saw her being pushed in by Mark: 'Look at the surprise, boys!' "We can't fuck the boss, but let's play with this anonymous whore." The farmhands howled, their erections hardening in their pants, drawing closer in a circle. Calloused hands groped her breasts, pinching nipples, thick fingers slipping into her vagina, others fondling her buttocks. "Damn, what big tits! Look at her pussy!" A fat man of about 50, his sweaty belly hanging down, squeezed her buttocks and asked about the hood; a bald man, dirty with soil and with crooked teeth, poked at the latex: "Why the hood, huh? Is the prostitute shy?" Mark laughed, pushing Joanne into the middle: "It's her requirement, guys. She has a boyfriend who doesn't know about her 'job,' she doesn't want to be recognized. But her mouth and holes are free for you." Jesters erupted: "Haha, what a bitch! Making her boyfriend a cuckold, huh? Let's fill her with cum for the sucker to clean up!" Carl slammed his fist on the nearby table: 'Calm down, boys. Before the fucking, a little game. Poker with the bitch as the prize. Put her under the table, each round, the winner shoves his dick in her mouth for her to suck while we play the next one.' The farmhands cheered, dragging Joanne to the dusty ground under the table, knees in the damp hay, arms restrained preventing defense. Cards shuffled, bets of pennies and beers. First round: a 60-year-old man, wrinkled face, sparse beard reeking of tobacco, won with a full house. 'My turn!' He unzipped his pants, short, thick dick sticking out, veins throbbing, the smell of unwashed sweat filling her nose. He pulled the gag out, saliva dripping, and shoved his dick in her mouth: 'Suck it, whore! It's been years since my wife sucked my cock like this.' Joanne gagged, her tongue forced against his hairy sack, sucking the salty length while he groaned loudly to the others: 'Damn, what a blowjob! She swallows it all the way down, guys. Better than a cabaret whore!' He fucked her mouth slowly, balls slapping against her chin, the guys laughing and playing the next round.

In the second round, a smelly fat guy won, sweat dripping from his armpit, black fingernails, he won by a landslide. 'Now it's my turn, bitch!' He pulled out his enormous cock, its head swollen and purple, reeking of old urine. He praised her blowjob: 'Look at me, whore. You suck better than the sluts at the brothel in town – they charge 50 and suck badly. I'd marry you just for that blowjob, you know? Stop being a prostitute and become my wife!' Laughter echoed, farmhands banging on the table: 'Marry her, Mike! The bitch will wash your dirty underwear and cheat with the neighbor while you work, maybe we'll even stop by to fuck her once in a while!' Joanne blushed under her hood, humiliated by a man who barely earned enough money to pay for her cheapest bag, sucking his cock, her throat tightening around the glans as he fucked her deep, spit dripping onto her breasts. 'Swallow, bitch! I'm going to fill you with cum!' In the third round, another disgusting, skinny, ugly pawn, with a thin, long, curved penis, won. 'My whore!' He grabbed her by the hood, forcefully fucking her mouth: 'Suck it good, you slut. My wife is your age and doesn't even know how to suck dick, she's a decent girl, but it's good that there are whores like you for us to relieve ourselves.' In the fourth round, Carl, with a thick penis and gray hairs at the base. 'Come on, bitch. Let's see if you're really good.' He guided her slowly, moaning: 'Good girl... Swallow it all. Your cuckold boyfriend probably doesn't know the treasure he has, does he? If you were my wife, I'd throw you out on the street.' Joanne sucked, tears in her clouded eyes, humiliated for sucking her fiancé's 'uncle' while the pawns mocked her, even though the hood prevented them from discovering who she was.

The game ended, cards dealt. 'Enough poker, time for the orgy!' The farmhands pulled her off the table. Joanne was thrown onto a bale of hay, legs spread. The first farmhand, an ugly bald man, shoved his penis into her vagina: 'Take it, bitch! My cock in your cunt!' He fucked her hard, his balls slapping against her anus, hands squeezing her breasts: 'You're loose, bitch! You must have slept with half the town!' Another shoved his penis into her anus. Double penetration, penises stretching her holes simultaneously, she moaned through the gag that had been replaced. 'Moan, you slut!' A third removed the gag and climbed onto a haystack that left his groin at the level of her mouth: 'Suck my stinky cock while they fill you up!' Mouth, vagina, and anus filled, farmhands taking turns.

Then Carl pulled her onto his lap, his penis erect: 'Ride my cock, bitch.' Joanne sat down, her vagina swallowing his penis to the hilt, rising and falling, her breasts swaying. 'That's it, bounce on my cock!' An ugly fat guy came from behind, spat on her ass and shoved it in: 'Double fuck for the bitch!' An even thicker cock fucking her ass, synchronized thrusts, Carl sucking on nipples: 'Feel both cocks filling you up? Cum for us!' A disgusting old man shoved it in her mouth: 'Suck while they fuck you!' Three cocks hammering, pussy fucked by Carl, ass squeezing the fat guy, throat swallowing the old man. 'Damn, she's cumming! Look at the whore trembling!' Joanne convulsed, an involuntary orgasm exploding, juices running down as they came together: Carl squirting in her pussy, 'Take the milk!', the fat guy filling her ass, 'I filled your ass with cum!', the old man cumming in her throat, 'Swallow, bitch!' She swallowed, body limp.

The orgy went on for hours. The farmhands took turns: a skinny, tanned man fucked her pussy in the missionary position, licking her breasts: 'Your pussy is delicious, whore! Better than my wife!' Then two at the same time in her pussy, trying to stretch her lips even more, but it didn't work and they just took turns. Then her ass was fucked by a dirty, bearded man: 'Your ass is mine now, bitch!' Mouth passed from cock to cock, cum dripping from her chin. One farmhand held her hood while fucking her mouth: 'I want to see the whore's face!' Mark intervened: 'Don't take it off, idiot!' He got angry, but obeyed. More cum in her mouth, holes overflowing. 'Fill the whore for her boyfriend! He sleeps and we fuck his whore!' After everyone came two or three times, sweaty bodies exhausted, Mark pulled her away: 'That's it, whore. Time to go back.' The farmhands bid farewell with obscene compliments.

Back in the room, Mark threw her onto the bed: 'What would Harold think if he knew all his employees had already fucked his fiancée? And he hasn't even fucked you yet, has he? Goodnight, whore.' He left laughing, and Joanne, exhausted, simply fell asleep.

Joanne woke up hours later, the sun high in the sky filtering through the curtains, her body aching, her vagina swollen, her anus burning, semen hardened on her thighs and breasts. She ran to the bathroom before Harold came to see her, the hot shower washing away layers of cum, fingers scrubbing holes, tears mingling: 'Those pigs... Carl, all of them... I betrayed Harold again.' She got dressed and went downstairs to find Harold.

Harold was in the yard, talking to the farmhands, the fat one, the old one, Carl, giving orders about fences. 'Good morning, love!' He kissed her. The farmhands greeted her politely: "Good morning, boss." "Good morning, ma'am." Joanne nodded, a forced smile, her stomach churning; those men's penises had been in her mouth hours before, and they didn't even realize it, and now they were behaving like "good boys." "Everything alright with work, Carl?" Harold asked. "Perfect, boy. We'll take care of everything." She avoided eye contact, fear of recognition in her eyes, clouded by the hood or some other part of her body.

Walking with Harold, he introduced some of the maids, some of whom were wives of the farmhands, doing simple chores in the farm's kitchen, washing dishes. "This is Suzan, Mike's wife. And Mrs. Mary, old Joe's wife." They smiled: "Nice to meet you, boss. Welcome!" Joanne shook hands, feeling humiliated; she had sucked their husbands, swallowed their semen while they cheated on their wives. She thought about how lucky she was to have Harold, a faithful man, kissing her hand: 'I'm the luckiest guy, love.' Guilt burned. Harold, a faithful man, and she betraying him with dozens of filthy men because of blackmail... What a hell.' Apprehensive, the romantic day marred by the fresh orgy.

While Joanne continued her stroll with Harold, oblivious to the chaos unfolding, Rachel was in her room at the farm, lying on her bed with her cell phone in hand, exchanging messages with John. 'On the wedding day, the bitch will be alone to get ready. We'll grab her from the room, tie her up, and hand her over to the buyers,' she typed, laughing to herself, imagining Joanne naked being fucked by filthy workers on what should have been her honeymoon day. John replied quickly: 'Perfect, Rachel. The buyers are dying to fuck this bitch. Just tell me the exact location and time.' Rachel smiled, fingers flying. What she didn't know was that Charles, the anonymous blackmailer, had already hacked her phone days before. Sitting in his makeshift room in the house, he monitored every word, his cock hardening as he planned his next move. 'These bitches think they can get away with it? Time to turn the tables,' he muttered, cloning the messaging app and taking control.

A few hours later, Charles texted as Rachel: 'Hey John, I changed the plan, we need to move things along. I'll leave Joanne tied up and gagged in the abandoned shed on the road near the farm. Send the buyers in 4 hours. I won't wait so as not to raise suspicion. Just tell them to pick up the merchandise and disappear.' John took the bait: 'Okay, Rachel. I'll take care of the money, send the guys there. I won't go personally either.' Charles smiled sadistically, sending the exact address. 'Perfect. Time to fuck Rachel first.'

The opportunity came in the afternoon. Joanne and Harold went out to town on a romantic stroll, Mark and Ana locked in his room, moans echoing: Ana riding Mark's cock, 'Fuck me harder, damn it!' Rachel asked the maid for juice, distracted. Charles waited for her to leave the kitchen, poured a potent sleeping pill into her glass, the kind that knocks out even an elephant in minutes. As Harold had ordered the servants to obey him. He called the servants: 'Go to town, buy flowers and wine for the wedding. The house is empty of servants.' Rachel drank the juice in her room, while thinking about the terrible fate she had planned for Joanne, her eyes heavy: 'I'm so sleepy...'. She quickly fell asleep in bed.

Charles entered the room silently, carrying a large suitcase, thick ropes, a latex hood, and a huge ball gag. He removed her clothes, her medium-sized breasts swaying, her hairy pussy. He tied her wrists behind her back, her ankles together, then bound her in a tight hogtie: elbows glued together, knees bent, body arched. He stuffed the red ball into her mouth, stretching her jaw, saliva dripping. The latex hood was pulled over her head, no eye holes, only nose holes, mouth open around the ball. 'There, you traitorous whore. Go to your destiny.' He folded her body into the giant suitcase, zipper closed, loaded it into the car and drove to the warehouse, arriving an hour early.

In the dusty warehouse, smelling of oil and mold, Charles opened the suitcase, dragged Rachel to the cold concrete floor. He adjusted the hogtie: tight ropes, breasts on the floor, ass and pussy exposed. 'I should leave soon... but look at this tied-up bitch.' His cock hardened at the sight of her naked, tied-up body, her pussy exposed. 'I guess it's okay. I'm going to fuck this traitor.' He opened his pants, his thick 20cm cock springing out, veins throbbing, rubbed it against the entrance of her pussy and thrust in hard: 'Take it, Rachel! My cock fucking your hairy cunt!' Brutal thrusts, her body swaying in the hogtie.

Rachel woke up in the middle of the fucking, total panic: darkness in the hood, gag filling her mouth, ropes burning her skin, an unknown cock hammering deep inside. 'Mmmph! Mmmph!' She tried to struggle, but the hogtie immobilized her. Charles laughed, fucking harder, hands squeezing her ass: 'You woke up, whore? Feel my cock tearing you apart? I'm Joanne's blackmailer, you idiot. I hacked your phone, saw you planning to sell MY slave to your shitty contacts. Without my permission? Time to pay.' He pulled her by the hood, his cock swaying in and out, stretching her pussy: 'You were going to hand Joanne over to filthy workers, weren't you? Now you're going to take her place. I'm going to fuck you until I cum and leave you here for the buyers to take you away like a cheap prostitute!' Rachel howled into the gag, tears soaking the latex, her body betraying him, her pussy squeezing his cock. 'That's it, bitch! Your cunt is squeezing my cock! Fucking traitor, you thought you were going to destroy me? Mark and Ana are next.' He sped up, his cock swelling: 'I'm going to cum inside!' Hot jets filling her, he grunted: 'Take my milk, bitch! Enjoy your new life sucking dirty workers' cocks, you second-rate whore!' He pulled out his dripping cock, wiped it on her ass, and zipped up his pants. 'Bye, Rachel. Good luck in your new "career,"' he said, laughing loudly.

Rachel struggled furiously on the floor, hogtie tightening, drool dripping, cum oozing from her pussy. 'Mmmph! Let go!' Some time later, van headlights illuminated the shed. Four men got out – muscular, tattooed Latinos, reeking of cigarettes and sweat. 'There's the merchandise!' said the leader, a bald, muscular man. They grabbed Rachel by her arms and legs, threw her in the back of the van like a sack of trash. 'Take off the hood to see if it's the bitch from the photos.' The bald man pulled off the latex, Rachel's face in despair, makeup smeared, eyes terrified. 'Damn, it's not her! That's the other one! John tried to rip us off, this bitch doesn't even come close to that hottie from the photos!' Rachel stammered into the gag: 'Mmmph! I'm not the merchandise!' They laughed: 'Shut up, whore. We'll collect this from John.'

The van sped off to John's workshop, tires screeching. They arrived slamming doors, dragged Rachel inside, and threw her onto the dirty floor. John, fixing an engine, turned around: 'What the hell is this?' The bald man punched him in the face: 'You sent a picture of a hot chick, and delivered this ordinary chick! You switched the merchandise and thought we wouldn't notice, you bastard!' Punches rained down, John fell to the floor, blood running from his nose: 'It wasn't me, damn it! I got a message from Rachel saying the chick was in the warehouse! It must be one of her scams!' They removed Rachel's gag: 'Speak, whore!' She spat saliva: 'It was that blackmailer, John! He drugged me, tied me up, fucked my pussy and left me there! He said I was to be sold instead of Joanne, for trying to betray him!' The men growled: 'We should kill this John for wasting our time.' John, his face swollen, pleaded: 'Take her away!' She's an experienced slut, she's slept with several guys, she knows how to please a man. 'But... she's not as pretty and sexy as the promised whore.' Hairy pussy, normal body. You'll have to return part of the money.' Said the leader. 'Okay, I'll return the money.' John replied.

Rachel screamed furiously, humiliated: 'You son of a bitch! I'm better than that fresh whore! Let me go!' The bald man squeezed her breasts: 'Look at that, soft tits, full of silicone, nothing natural like the other one. Hairy pussy stinking of fresh cum. Okay, she's good for a poor man's brothel, sucking the dicks of construction workers, cleaners and garbage collectors. But the price will be half.' John nodded, his hands trembling, returned part of the money: 'Done. Business is business, Rachel. I'm sorry, but you should have been careful with the blackmailer.' Rachel screamed: 'You traitor!' "I'm going to kill you!" They shoved the gag back in. "Shut up, you second-rate whore! We're taking you back to where you belong: a cheap brothel for filthy workers, getting fucked for at least 20 bucks a night."

The van roared off, Rachel struggling, ropes cutting, watching the men laugh: 'This one might bring in some money at that brothel near the illegal mine, those guys are starving for any hole to fuck.' 'Let's test her on the road.' One sat in front of her and unzipped his pants: 'Suck my dick, bitch!' He removed the gag and shoved his dick into her mouth: 'Suck, you cheap whore! I was eager to fuck that bitch from the photos, but at least you're free.' Rachel choked, sucking forcefully, tears streaming down her face: humiliated by being demoted, treated like inferior, low-quality merchandise, her pussy still leaking the blackmailer's cum—she never found out who he was. 'Swallow, bitch! This will probably be the cleanest dick you'll ever receive for the rest of your life. Now you'll be a poor man's prostitute, your ass ripped open by filthy workers.' He quickly came in her throat and put the gag back on. The van disappeared into the night, heading towards forgotten brothels, where Rachel would become an object for filthy men, exactly what he had planned for Joanne, but worse, as a low-value whore.

Meanwhile, at the farm, Charles drank whiskey, monitoring the cameras: 'One down. Mark and Ana, you're next. And Joanne... my whore, I think I need a farewell fuck before I expose you to everyone.'