Joanne's downfall 18: The "Calm" before the storm.

Joanne and Harold have a peaceful day, but upon returning to the farm, reality hits her again.

Joanne and Harold spent the day in the town near the farm. Harold, his eyes shining with excitement, kissed her forehead: 'Today will be just for us, love. I'm going to show you the little town I always visited when I came to spend my holidays.' Joanne smiled forcedly, her body still aching from the orgy in the barn, her vagina swollen and her anus throbbing from the thick cocks of the farmhands. She was wearing a light floral dress, but with a coat over it. Harold took her hand, and they drove to the neighboring town, 20 minutes from the farm.

At their first stop, they went to the central square, with an old fountain and wooden benches. Harold pointed: 'This is where I used to play with my friends. Look, there's Mr. Philippe, the owner of the ice cream shop.' He introduced Joanne: 'This is my fiancée, the woman of my life!' Mr. Philippe shook her hand: 'You're lucky, girl. Harold is a golden boy!' Harold was embarrassed by the compliment and bought ice cream, playfully licking hers: "I want to lick you all over like this on our wedding day." Joanne blushed, not used to Harold making jokes like that, but she laughed too.

They walked down the main street, stopping at the bakery where Harold used to buy fresh bread as a child. "Try this bread, love. It's the best in the world." He took a few pieces and put them in her mouth, his eyes full of desire: "I can't wait to make love in our double bed, slowly, treating you like the princess you are." Joanne swallowed hard, remembering farmhands ejaculating inside her hours before. Harold hugged her on the sidewalk: "You make me the happiest man, Joanne. Sorry for the jokes, it's just that I'm so anxious for you to finally be my wife."

In the afternoon, Harold rented a small boat for a ride on the lake. They rowed laughing, him splashing water: 'Imagine our children here!' He kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth, his erection hardening against her belly. 'I love you so much, Joanne. I want to spend my whole life with you.' She reciprocated, her heart broken by the forced betrayal. Remembering that she had betrayed her beloved with those filthy farmhands, even against her will.

When they were about to return to the farm, Harold called the foreman: 'Send someone to pick us up at the town roundabout.' Mike arrived in the farm truck; Joanne recognized him immediately, one of the men who had fucked her the night before. 'Good afternoon, boss!' Harold climbed into the front: 'Thank you, Mike! It was a perfect day with my wife, I love this place.' In the back seat, Joanne trembled, Mike in the rearview mirror: 'So, boss lady? Did you enjoy the city?' She murmured: 'Yes... it was good.' Haroldo chattered: "I showed her the square, the park... she saw everything!" Mike laughed: "Everyone loved the boss. Yesterday in the barn we were talking about how nice she is." Joanne blushed, unsure if it was a hint because he recognized her or just a dirty joke he never thought she'd understand.

At the farm, Joanne ran to her room and sat on the bed exhausted. Suddenly the closet door opened, and Mark came out laughing, his semi-hard erection in his pants. "Boo! I hid in case the cuckold came in with you." Joanne jumped: "Mark! Get out of here, damn it! Haroldo's in the house!" Mark sat on the bed next to her and unzipped his pants: "Just because the idiot's around doesn't change anything. You're my slave, whore. On your knees and suck my dick now." Joanne looked at the door, obeyed trembling, and knelt between his legs. His thick cock sprang out, reeking of sweat: 'Open your mouth, bitch. Lick the head first.' She licked the precum, swallowing with disgust. Mark groaned: 'That's it, swallow my whole cock. Yesterday you sucked the farmhands like a pro. Now do it for your cousin while your cuckolded fiancé thinks you're pure.'

She sucked rhythmically, going all the way to his balls. 'Your fiancé doesn't even imagine he kisses you after you've used that mouth to suck a bunch of dicks, does he?' The door opened: Ana entered and locked it: 'Lock it next time, you idiots! Mark, you're enjoying the blowjob, aren't you?' Mark paused, his wet cock in Joanne's mouth: 'What's wrong, love? Jealous of the slut?' Ana crossed her arms, her breasts swaying: 'You moan more with her mouth than with my pussy. Are you in love with the whore?' Mark pulled Ana close and kissed her: 'I only love you, Ana. This one is like a fleshlight. Sucks dick and swallows cum, nothing more. Look, I'm going to cum on her face to prove it.' Ana smiled mischievously, squeezed his cock: 'Go ahead, cum on the whore's face. She's just a disposable hole.' Joanne sucked humiliated, them kissing above, treating her like an object. Mark grunted: "I'm gonna cum, bitch!" He pulled out his cock and sprayed thick jets of hot semen all over her face, eyes, nose, mouth dripping with it. "Look at the painting, Ana! It'll do for wedding makeup." They laughed, lay down on her bed, embracing. Joanne knelt, semen drying on her skin. Ana stroked Mark's hair: "Where's Rachel? She disappeared hours ago." Joanne said impulsively: "The way she is, she's probably fucking some farmhand in the barn." Ana sat up: "Look who's talking! After sucking dozens of filthy dicks, being fucked by a bunch of beggars, you still think you're superior? You're worse, you slut." Joanne stammered angrily: "You forced me..." Ana spat in her face, mixing it with the cum: "Forced? In the videos you twerk on men's dicks, beg for more cum in your ass." "If they leak, the world will see you as a street whore, not a victim. Harold will leave you, your parents will disown you, and you might end up prostituting yourself on the side of the road." Mark laughed: "Exactly, bitch. Keep kneeling there, with my cum on your face."

Ana's cell phone beeped: a message "from Rachel": "Ana, come to our room urgently. I need to talk to you." Ana and Mark left: "Be quiet, slave." Joanne wiped her face, crying.

In Ana and Rachel's room, they were horrified: walls covered in enlarged photos, Rachel naked, tied up in a hogtie, ball gag, cum dripping from her vagina; a letter was on the mirror: "I know you're hunting me. I got rid of Rachel first, sold to the filthy brothels just like you planned for Joanne, sucking filthy men's dicks for the rest of her life. You're next." Subject: Your Master.' Ana, who had been Rachel's friend for years, cried desperately and shouted: 'Damn it! Rachel was sold as a prostitute! This is Joanne's fault, that bitch got us into this, I'm going to finish her off!' Mark hugged her: 'Calm down, love. We'll find the son of a bitch. But we can't do anything to Joanne now, her videos incriminate us too.' Ana cried furiously. Somehow her sick mind placed all the blame on Joanne for attracting this blackmailer, even though Joanne knew nothing. Mark kissed her: 'After we get rid of the blackmailer, we'll get revenge on her.'

Charles, in his room, watched through the cameras laughing, hard as a rock: 'Their desperation was delicious. Already planning the next heist.'

Night fell on the farm, the air damp and the sound of cicadas. Joanne slept exhausted in bed. She dreamed of the altar, Harold smiling, but nightmares of dirty dicks invaded. The door creaked low, silent footsteps. Strong hands grabbed her head, a black latex hood slipped over her head, hands tied to the headboard. She woke up, screamed muffled into the hand covering her mouth: 'Mmmph! No!'
A thick dick poked her pussy, wet glans rubbing against her. 'Calm down, whore. I just want to fuck you before your wedding with the cuckold.' A hoarse voice, familiar but distorted. He spat in his hand, greased his dick and shoved it into her pussy. Joanne struggled, nails digging into the sheet: 'Aaaah! Stop! Who are you?' He thrust deep, balls slapping, brutal rhythm: 'I am your master, bitch. The owner of your holes.' "I needed to break open that cunt before you became Harold's mistress." His swollen cock throbbed inside her, stretching walls, she whimpered in the hood, sweat dripping.

He pulled her hair from under the hood: "Mark, Ana, and that whore Rachel were planning to sell you as a cheap prostitute in another country. Your ass and cunt were going to be toys for poor men forever." Joanne froze, horrified, her body trembling on his cock: "No... mmmph!" He laughed, thrusting harder, his cock slapping in and out with a wet sound: "Horrified? Calm down, slave. I already got rid of Rachel, I made her be sold in your place to the slum brothels, sucking the cocks of filthy workers for crumbs. Soon Ana and Mark will meet their end. And I'll have you, only mine. Your ass, your cunt, your mouth forever mine." Joanne was disgusted, her stomach churning at the discovery of the terrible plan, disgusted by the penis fucking her vagina while he declared himself her owner. 'You're disgusting... get out of me!', but her body betrayed her, her sensitive vagina having an orgasm and dripping onto the sheet.

He turned her around, the hood still covering her face, her legs spread. His penis emerged from her vagina, straight to her anus, penetrating completely: "Swallow this cock in your ass, you whore bride. I'm going to cum inside to mark you for your cuckold husband." With strong thrusts, he grunted: "Your marriage is a sham. I'll fuck you whenever I want, rent you out to dirty workers. Swallow my sperm, you bitch!" Hot jets exploded inside her, filling her anus with thick semen, running down her thighs. He pulsed, squeezing out every drop: "Good girl, you're going to the altar full of sperm."

He withdrew his drooling penis, wiping it on her buttocks. The hood remained: "Tomorrow I'll go to the wedding to see my sex toy marry the cuckold husband. But married or not, you're my whore forever. Holes available 24/7." The footsteps faded, the door closed. Joanne ripped off her hood, breathless, her face wet with tears. Semen dripped from her anus. She sobbed, flashbacks of all the humiliations: mechanics' penises in her throat, orgies in the barn, being fucked by garbage collectors. "Why me? My wedding is tomorrow and I'm still a slave to this monster..." She curled up in a fetal position, sobs echoing.

Charles slipped out of the room, his flaccid penis inside his pants, satisfied. But he didn't see the shadow in the hallway: Mark, eyes wide. "Son of a bitch... Charles. It was him all along." He ran to Ana's room, shook her to wake her: "Wake up! I saw Charles leaving Joanne's room. He's the blackmailer, damn it! The cameras, the messages – it's all his fault!" Ana sat up furiously, her breasts swaying: "That bastard!" "I'm going to rip his testicles off and shove them in Joanne's mouth! It's her fault we got ourselves into this!" Mark squeezed her shoulders: "Calm down, darling." We'll get revenge on Charles, yes, but leave Joanne alone. Her videos will screw us over too if they leak. Focus on the blackmailer. Ana took a deep breath, feigning calm: "Okay... you're right." Her mind was racing: "I'm going to ruin Joanne's life before it's all over."

The next day dawned festively. The cars arrived early at the farm, aunts, cousins, and relatives of Joanne and Harold chatting animatedly. The afternoon wedding would be in the field a little way from the house, in a white tent. Joanne woke up with dried semen on her thighs, quickly washed it off, and hid the dark circles under her eyes with heavy, but still beautiful, makeup. The wedding dress was hanging: a beautiful white dress with a discreet neckline. The doors slammed shut, and the real bridesmaids – Sofia, Lila, and Marta, friends from college – entered laughing: "Bride! Time to shine!" Warm hugs, kisses on the cheek. "You look radiant, Joanne! Harold is a lucky man."

Sofia helped her get ready. "Look at this dress! You chose the best one." Lila squeezed the bodice: "Slim waist, firm breasts, you're going to hypnotize the groom." Marta combed her hair: "You must be very happy, Joanne." "Marrying the love of your life." Joanne smiled genuinely for the first time in weeks, her heart warmed despite everything: "Yes, girls. I never thought I'd make it this far... I'm finally going to marry him. You're angels." They laughed, gossiping lightly: "Has Harold told you where he's taking you on your honeymoon?" She blushed: "Not yet, he said it's a surprise." It was a pure moment, forgetting for a second the dirty penises and humiliations. "Thank you for being here."

Meanwhile, in their room, Mark and Ana were plotting. Mark carried a revolver on his hip: "I'll lure Charles to the barn far from the house. I'll say I found proof of the blackmailer's identity, call him for a talk. Threaten him, knock him out, take him to the abandoned shed near the farm and kill him. They'll blame a highway robber or something, it's common around here." Ana nodded, her eyes cold: "Perfect. But I need to do one thing first... I'll meet you at the barn later." "Finish him off." A quick kiss and she discreetly left for the bathroom. Charles, in the isolated room, frantically edited on his laptop: a video montage – Joanne sucking 20 penises in the glory hole, double penetration by the tattoo artists, an orgy with the garbage collectors. "Perfect for the big screen at the ceremony. Everyone seeing a naughty bride." His cell phone beeped: a message from Mark: "Urgent: I found a clue about the blackmailer. Meet me at the barn. Come now, before the wedding." Charles closed the laptop: "What does this idiot think he's discovered? I'll finish all this later." He ran to the empty barn.
Mark waited in the shadows, revolver pointed: "Hands up, you blackmailing son of a bitch." Charles froze: "Mark? You..." A blow to the back of the neck and he collapsed groggy. Mark tied his wrists and ankles with rope, taped his mouth shut: "Your reign is over, traitor." He dragged him to the trunk of the old car. He sped off toward the abandoned shed, kicking up dust, unaware that Ana was plotting something terrible.