Joanne's downfall 15: the glory hole

Ana and Rachel decide to end the night with a special task for Joanne.

Joanne staggered out of the alley, her body covered in dried semen from the garbage collectors, her legs trembling with exhaustion after a whole day being used as a cheap hole by disgusting strangers. The smell of garbage and semen clung to her skin, and she could barely walk without the semen running down her thighs. 'Please... Let me go home. I need a shower,' she murmured to Ana and Rachel, who dragged her back to the car, laughing like hyenas. 'Rest? Oh, bitch, a whore's workday doesn't end like this. We have a special surprise to end the night,' said Ana, shoving her into the back seat. Rachel started the car and drove to a run-down neighborhood, stopping in front of a filthy bar. 'Here's your new workplace, bitch.'

They pulled her out of the car, rough hands tying Joanne's wrists behind her back with a thick rope. Inside the bar, the air was thick with smoke and sweat. Ana paid the owner, a bald, fat man, and they pushed Joanne into a dark booth at the back, a smelly cubicle with walls graffitied with penises and vaginas. In the center, a low stool, at the exact height of a round hole in the wall, about 15 cm in diameter, edges stained with dried semen. Joanne's eyes widened, recognizing it instantly: a glory hole, the kind she'd seen in pornographic films hidden in her adolescence, when she pretended to be demure but her curiosity betrayed her. 'No... Please, not this. I've been fucked all day, enough humiliation,' she pleaded, but Rachel forced her to sit, her face at the level of the hole. 'Shut up, whore. At least here nobody sees your face – anonymity for you, for them, you're just a hot hole to cum in. Your job now is to suck dicks until the bar closes. And we film everything for your prostitute profile, but don't worry, we'll hide your face.'

Horror washed over Joanne like an icy wave. Relieved by the anonymity – no one would recognize her – but devastated by the reduction: she was no longer a woman, just an anonymous orifice, a fleshlight for male relief. 'I... I'm more than that. Please...', she whispered, but the first penis emerged from the hole: thick, veiny, circumcised, reeking of sweat and beer. 'Suck it, bitch! Open your mouth for the client's cock,' ordered Ana from beside her, her cell phone recording. Joanne hesitated, tears streaming down her face, but obeyed, her lips trembling around the swollen head. The penis pushed deep, hitting her throat, and the man grunted: 'Damn, what a greedy blowjob queen! Suck my cock like a starving whore, swallow it all the way to the balls.' She sucked, her tongue swirling around the shaft, sucking hard as he pumped slowly, invisible hands pounding on the wall. 'Can you taste a worker's cock in your rich throat?' Ana whispered behind her! Hot jets of semen exploded in his mouth, salty semen dripping down his chin. He pulled out quickly, tossing a 20-dollar bill down the hole. 'Good blowjob. Next!'

Hours dragged on in a hell of anonymous penises. The second was thin and long, curved, poking the roof of her mouth. 'Lick the head, whore. Tickle my balls with your tongue.' Joanne obeyed, disgusted by the smell of unwashed penis, saliva mixing with precum. He lingered, fucking her mouth slowly: 'Squeeze your lips, bitch.' He came slowly, filling her mouth until she swallowed or spat, but Ana shouted: 'Swallow it all, you pig! Don't waste the clients' cum.' More than thirty penises passed: a thick black one, stretching her lips, the owner grunting, 'Feel a black cock in your little white mouth, whore? Swallow my cum.' Another, from an old man, shriveled but insistent, forcing her to lick his wrinkled balls: 'Suck slowly, bitch. My old cock deserves some love before I cum in your face.' She felt disgusting, her stomach churning with the varied tastes – salty, sour, bitter – her throat irritated from swallowing so much semen. Each penis degraded her further: from a demure bride to a public hole, used by drunks who laughed outside, not knowing who she was, a once untouchable socialite.

At one point, a medium-sized penis appeared, but with a 50-real note thrown into the hole. 'Get up, bitch! Put your pussy in the hole so I can fuck you,' came the hoarse voice. Ana laughed, pulling Joanne by the hair. 'Obey, whore. Client paid extra to put his cock in your cunt.' They lifted her and positioned her vagina at the height of the hole against the cold wall. The penis entered dry, scraping the already sensitive walls from the day. 'Damn, what a warm pussy! Squeeze my cock.' He pumped hard, hips hitting the wall, penis hitting the bottom. 'Feel how I use you?' "You're just a hole in the wall for me to cum in." Joanne groaned with forced pleasure and disgust, her body swaying, her breasts swinging freely. "Say you love anonymous dick in your pussy," Rachel ordered, filming closely. "I... love... anonymous dick in my pussy," she murmured, her voice broken. He sped up: "I'm going to cum inside, fill your hole with cum!" Hot jets flooded her, running down her legs as he pulled out. "Good fuck. Worth every penny even though your pussy looks a little loose."

Ana and Rachel didn't stop humiliating her: "Look at the slut sucking dick like a pro. Your mouth has swallowed more semen than many prostitutes out there, Joanne. I bet Harold never imagined his fiancée sucking thirty stinky dicks in a seedy bar." "Moan more, whore. Make the clients cum fast so we can make more money." After hours, with Joanne exhausted, drool and semen on her face, Ana looked at her, her eyes glazed with excitement. 'Damn, seeing you like this made me wet. Now lick my pussy, bitch.' She spread her legs in Joanne's face, a strong scent of arousal. 'Lick it, whore. Suck my pussy like you sucked those dicks.' Joanne recoiled, horrified – she had never been interested in women, she had always been straight. 'No... Please, this is disgusting. I'm not a lesbian.' But Rachel held her head: 'Suck it or we'll post your face on a porn site.' Defeated, Joanne stuck out her tongue, licking Ana's swollen lips, sucking her clitoris. 'That's it, bitch! Stick your tongue deep in my pussy. Taste it.' Ana pounded her face, hands in her hair: 'Lick faster, bitch. Make me cum on your rich girl face.' Minutes later, Ana trembled, squirting vaginal fluid into Joanne's mouth and nose: 'Take my cum, whore!' The disgust was worse than the penises – a sour taste.

Rachel then pushed Ana aside. "My turn, bitch. Open your mouth for my hairy pussy." She positioned herself, rubbing her wet vulva against Joanne's mouth. "Suck it, bitch." Joanne cried out, her tongue exploring her lips, her clitoris, disgusted by the wetness and smell. "Damn, what a good pussy-sucker, we should start renting you out to women too! Lick my clitoris like a little dick." Rachel came quickly, her hips trembling: "I'll cum in your face, you bitch! Now you know what it's like to be a bi whore." They laughed, leaving Joanne coughing, her face covered in female fluids mixed with dried semen.

Finally, the bar closed. They untied Joanne, who could barely stand, and threw her into the car. Exhausted, she fell asleep in the back seat, her body worn out, her mind broken by degradation. Arriving home, Ana and Rachel dragged her into the living room and dropped her on the cold floor, like a rag. 'Goodnight, glory hole. We're going to sleep in your warm bed,' said Rachel, locking the bedroom door. Joanne woke up hours later, alone, but the rest was an illusion.

In the following days, the routine turned into a daily nightmare. Ana and Rachel managed her profile on the dating site, scheduling more than 15 hookups a day, always with the worst clients: dirty workers, homeless people, lonely old men. 'Get up, whore. Today there are 18 dicks scheduled – not even close to your record,' Ana announced every morning, while Joanne, still in pain, was forced to get dressed in minimal clothing. On the first day after the glory hole encounter, a fat construction worker on a building site, fucking her against a brick wall, his short dick pounding in her pussy: 'Take a construction worker's cock in your cunt, bitch.' "Squeeze, make me cum quickly so I can go back to work." He came inside, leaving without looking back. Later, three bus drivers at a terminal, taking turns on her mouth and ass in a closed bathroom: "Suck my dick, whore. Now your ass for my colleague!" Semen dripped for hours, Joanne swallowing and leaking, humiliated at being passed around like a cigarette between them. "Say you love cum down your throat," they mocked. In the afternoon, a group of five delivery drivers in a parking lot, fucking her in the back of a van: "On all fours, bitch." One in her pussy, one in her ass, two in her mouth – the fifth making her masturbate his cock. Brutal thrusts, sweaty bodies sticking together. She left covered in cum, feeling like a cum rag. She felt filthy, her body a map of handprints and semen, her soul crushed by repetition: a cheap prostitute, used by unworthy men who paid little and treated her as disposable.

To Joanne's horror, the wedding week arrived. "Time to travel to Harold's farm, bitch. You, me, Rachel, and Mark on the road – it's going to be an unforgettable trip," Ana announced, while Joanne packed her suitcase, trembling. Imagining hours in the car with the trio of perverts was terrifying: forced stops for "quick fucks," Mark driving while forcing her to suck his cock. Her mind conjured up horrible scenarios, without knowing what they intended. "Please... Let me go alone," she begged, but Mark laughed: "No way, cousin. We're going to prepare you for the big day – maybe a gangbang on the road to warm you up for Harold." They left at dawn, Joanne in the back seat between Rachel and Ana, hands already climbing up her thighs.

Meanwhile, Charles, in his dark apartment, reviewed the videos: Joanne in the glory hole, sucking dicks and pussies; daily orgies, her face contorted with disgust. 'Perfect. At the wedding, I hack the hall's big screen and show everything – her being fucked by filthy men, glory hole, prostitution. I blame Mark, Ana, and Rachel with the recordings I have of them "confessing." Harold becomes a cuckold in public, Joanne's family finds out everything, and I get away scot-free, and the slut is exposed. If Harold wants to stay with her, he'll have to endure the fame of being a cuckold.' He smiled, believing he had created the perfect plan. But perhaps things wouldn't go as he expected. The plan was in motion, but cracks could still appear.

Note: Well, folks, I think Joanne's story is nearing its end. I still intend to write another three or four long chapters on the road or at the farm, but to avoid repetition, I think it's best to start the final arc. Also, please don't worry about the fate and punishment of the villains; I may be describing their plan, but it doesn't mean it will come to fruition.