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Seizing her by the hair, Nick drags Vanessa through the hallway into the bathroom, his fury blinding him to her cries. He shoves her into the porcelain tub with such force that she slams against the side, gasping. "You think you can lie to me like this?!" He roars, fumbling with his belt as she struggles to get away from him. "You're going to regret the day you were born!" Then, unzipping his pants and pulling his penis out, he starts urinating all over her face and clothes as she is down to her knees in the bathtub. Vanessa's eyes widen in disgust and fear as she's pushed into the tub, the cold porcelain a stark contrast to the heat of his anger. The stench of alcohol is now overwhelmed by the acrid scent of his urine as it splashes against her skin, stinging her eyes. She tries to turn away, but his grip on her is unyielding. The warm liquid runs down her face, mixing with her tears, and soaks into her blouse, leaving a darkened trail. She sobs quietly, her body trembling, feeling scared and more powerless than ever before. The sound of the urine hitting the tub echoes in the small bathroom, each splash a painful reminder of her predicament. "Please, Nick," she finally manages to choke out, "I-I... I didn't mean to... I didn't know it would go this far..." Her voice is small, defeated, and desperate. She's never seen him like this, and the reality of his anger is more terrifying than anything she's experienced.

"Tell me EVERYTHING! Now!! Or you're ending up on the street covered in piss!"

Vanessa's sobs intensify, Nick's urine is now leaving her with a cold, clammy sensation against her skin. She tries to catch her breath, her thoughts racing as she frantically searches for the words that might save her. Her eyes are red and puffy from crying, her makeup smeared into a sad clown's mask. With a trembling voice, she begins to recount the events of the evening. She tells him about the drinks, the flirty conversation with a co-worker that spun out of control, the dark corner of the parking lot, and the mistake she made in a moment of weakness. She's honest about her regret, her fear of losing him, and the guilt that's been eating away at her all night. She pleads with him, her voice a broken whisper, "Nick, please, I'm so sorry! It was just a drunken mistake. I didn't mean to betray you like this..." Her shoulders heave as she cries out her confession, hoping that somewhere in the depths of his anger, there's a shred of compassion left for her.

"I didn't hear any details. You sucked his cock? Did you eat his cum too? Did you let him fuck you? I need to know everything! And if I catch you in just one lie, you will regret it!" his voice cold and ruthless.

Vanessa's eyes are filled with desperation and regret as she looks up at Nick, the harsh bathroom light reflecting off her tear-soaked face. She nods, her voice barely a whisper as she confesses. "Yes, Nick. He kissed me, and it just... went too far." Her voice catches in her throat, and she has to force herself to continue. "We were both drunk. He...um... I went out trying to leave and he followed me to the parking lot and pulled me into a dark corner. Then he... unzipped his pants, and I... I didn't stop him." Her gaze drops to the floor, unable to meet Nick's furious stare. "I didn't let him inside me, but... I did suck him off. And when he came, I... I swallowed. It was wrong, and I know it. I'm so sorry." Her sobs grow louder, and she can feel her body convulsing with each one. "Please, I'm begging you. I'll do anything to make it right! I've never loved anyone like I love you! I don't know what came over me. It was just one moment of weakness. I'm not that person, I swear!" Her eyes are pleading, searching his for any hint of forgiveness, but all she sees is rage and profound hurt in his eyes.

"Okay, get up. Change and come back to the living room. I'm not done with you yet." Nick walks out of the bathroom.

Vanessa nods, "Okay, I'll be right there," she murmurs, her voice barely audible. Her body aches from the impact of being shoved into the tub. She carefully stands, her legs wobbly beneath her. With trembling hands, she strips off her soiled blouse and skirt, the fabric clinging to her damp body. She pulls her clothes and throws them outside of the tub, then turns the water on. The water feels so good on her body, washing her sin away. Vanessa feels slightly better, hoping that Nick's anger has calmed down. She washes her face from his piss, rinsing her mouth and spitting out. When she's done, she turns the water off, grabs a towel and wraps it around herself tightly, feeling more exposed and vulnerable than ever before. She heads to the bedroom to change into something clean.

Vanessa returns to the living room, her eyes are red from crying. She's wearing a simple white t-shirt and a pair of black sweatpants that hang low on her hips, the comforting softness of the fabric offering little solace in the face of Nick's wrath. She tries to keep her chin up, her body language a mix of defiance and fear. "I'm here," she says quietly, almost as if she was before her executioner, her voice still shaky.

"Sit down," he commands. "Now I want you to be very careful with your answer. Tell me, since we've been together, have you cheated on me before tonight and if yes, how many times? I need to know the whole truth. Do not lie!" Nick's voice may come across as harsh and rude, but beneath the surface, his heart is racing with anxiety, desperately hoping that there are no more infidelities yet to be revealed.

Vanessa sinks into the couch, the soft cushions seemingly swallowing her whole. She takes a deep breath, her heart racing in her chest - "Nick... it's... God...", she starts sobbing, Nick's heart sinking as he sees her crying again "...it's not just tonight. I... I've done it before," she confesses, her voice a mere whisper. "Three... three times total." Her eyes dart to his face, watching for any sign of his reaction. She's never been good at hiding her emotions, and the guilt is etched into every line of her face. Her hands are tightly clenched in her lap, her knuckles white with the effort of holding back more tears.

A little surprised to hear that his biggest fear turns out to be true, Nick clenches his fists. His face convulsing in a weird, painful grimace, his pain immense. "I knew it... I just knew it! What am I gonna do with you? Fucking slut!", he's screaming, walking around the room like a caged animal.

Vanessa's looking at him with a mix of fear and desperation, unsure what to expect from him, she's never seen him in such a state before. Crying in her hands, she dreaded this moment would come eventually, but she never imagined it would be this painful. She swallows hard, her throat feeling tight. "Nick, I... I don't know why I did it," she says, her voice quivering. "I love you so much, and every time I was with someone else, I felt so guilty. But I just couldn't stop. It's like there's this... this part of me that needs to be validated, that needs to feel desired. And... I just can't say no... I'm so terribly sorry..." Her hands shake as she tucks her hair behind her ear, a nervous habit that has only become more pronounced in the face of his anger. "But it doesn't matter who or how many times. Nothing matters except that I'm here now, telling you the truth."

"Yes, the truth...", Nick sighs, " Nothing matters, you say, huh?! Doesn't matter how many dicks you drained, doesn't matter how many pigs fucked you like a whore?!... God, Vanessa! I trusted you! I've always known you were a slut... But I did believe you could change for me. What an idiot! Arghhhhh!!!" he lets out a raw scream of pain and collapses onto the couch.

"Alright, spill it all out - the whole truth, every detail. I need to know who, where it happened, how it went down..."

Vanessa takes a deep breath, her body visibly trembling as she prepares to lay bare the darkest moments of her infidelities. She looks up at Nick with eyes full of sorrow and regret. "Okay. The first time was with a guy from the office, after a particularly rough week. We went out for drinks, and it just happened. We ended up in a hotel room. It was fast and meaningless, but I couldn't stop thinking about how wrong it was... The second time was at a party," she's talking quickly, as if the words burn her lips, "I was drunk and high, and he was one of the guests. We stumbled into a coat closet, and I... I let him have me. It was messy, and I felt used, but I didn't stop him. And tonight, it was... it was in the parking lot with a co-worker, like I told you. We'd been flirting for a while, and when he offered to walk me to my car, it just... happened again. It was quick, just his hands and... my mouth. And then he... he came in my mouth, and I swallowed it. Each time, it was like I was watching it happen to someone else, and I hated myself for it." Her voice cracks as she recounts the intimate details, each word a fresh stab of guilt in her heart.

"You fucking whore! God! You disgust me!" Nick sobs, his heart breaking into piece with each of her confessions. "Did they use condoms at least or did they pump up their cum into your pussy? Did they fuck your ass too? Tell me EVERYTHING!! " He screams again, mad with anger and pain, unable to control himself.

Vanessa's face pales as she hears Nick's raw anger, the words cutting through her like a knife. She takes a deep, shaky breath, she's so scared, her eyes never leaving his. "The first time, in the hotel room, he didn't wear a condom. We were both too drunk to think straight. It was rough, and it hurt, I hated it. The second time, in the closet at the party, he didn't either. It was quick and painful, and he didn't care about my pleasure. Yes, he came inside. Tonight, in the parking lot, I already told you... But yes, he came in my mouth. I didn't expect it, but it happened, and I couldn't bring myself to spit it out. I... I don't know why I did it. I'm so sorry, Nick! I'm so sorry..." Her voice is barely a whisper, her body trembling uncontrollably as she recounts each intimate detail, feeling the weight of her own guilt crushing her.

"So, each time you were coming to me with your cunt full of cum?" Nick asks disgusted, his voice stone cold.

Vanessa's body is shaking as she nods slowly. "Yes," she whispers, the word sticking in her throat like a bone. "Each time I came home, I felt so dirty. I showered, trying to wash away the guilt, but I could never get clean enough. I was praying I wouldn't give you something... And every time we made love, I could feel it, the lie between us. I've hated myself for it, Nick. I didn't tell you because I was afraid of losing you. I didn't want to admit that I had a problem, that I was... that I am... a slut." Her voice breaks, and she wraps her arms around herself, hugging tight as if she can somehow hold in the sobs that threaten to escape. "But it's true. I've been letting other men fuck me, using me, and I couldn't stop. I don't know why. I just... I understand you are upset, and I need to be punished for what I've done."

"You surely do! Fucking nasty slut! Cum dump bitch! Were the cocks big? Tell me!!"

Her voice is barely a whisper as she nods, her eyes never leaving the floor. "Yes, they were... they were all big," she admits, the words like acid on her tongue. "The guy from the office had a thick one, and he was rough. The one at the party was longer, and he fucked fast. And tonight, his was... average, with a big head, but it didn't matter. I was just a... a thing for them to use." Her body feels like it's going to crumble under the weight of her confession, her cheeks burning with humiliation. "I'm so sorry, Nick. I know I'm not the person you think I am." Nick manages to calm down a bit and says quietly, still sounding cold and distant:

"Okay, I need you to make a choice, if you think that you can't stop fucking around behind my back, if you are unable to control it, I'll pack your clothes and you can leave now. No hard feelings, just spare me the humiliation. If you can promise me you'll be faithful, I want you to swear on your mother's grave that you can be truthful to me, then I'll have to punish you and then I can forgive you! And I'll decide how to treat you in the future. Tell me what you think."

Vanessa looks at Nick, her eyes red and puffy from crying, but a spark of defiance sparkling in them. "I'm not going anywhere," she says, her voice stronger than it's been all night. "But you can't just expect me to take whatever punishment you dish out." She stands up, "We both know I messed up, but I'm not going to be degraded for it. If you want to work this out, we can do it together, not with you calling me names and treating me like dirt."

"Hold on babe! Woah! You just came home with your mouth still stinking like another man's cum, like a dirty slut! Like a cum whore from the streets!!" Nick's anger rising quickly to extremes again: "No babe, before we work it out together, I get to punish you for all the hurt you caused me! So, tell me if you are staying with me and promise not to cheat again or if you're leaving? I'll let you go now if you want, no worries."

"Nick," she says, her voice trembling but still with a hint of firmness, "I'm not going to leave, and I'm not going to let you talk to me like that. I know I made a mistake, but that doesn't give you the right to treat me like this. We can talk about this, we can work through this, but not like this. You need to calm down and respect me enough to have a real conversation." She crosses her arms over her chest, her eyes never leaving his, a silent challenge in her gaze.

Nick's eyes are so mad, he looks like a wild animal, absolutely out of control. He slaps Vanessa's face hard, unable to hold his anger. "I'll talk to you as decide, okay, whore?! How did your dessert taste tonight, huh?! I bet you can still feel it in your mouth, on your teeth and gums! Tell me slut, how did that guy's semen taste for you? Never tell me how to talk to you until I pay you back for all the hurt you caused me!"

Vanessa's cheek stings from the slap, and she feels the heat rise in her face. But instead of cowering, she feels something else, something she didn't expect—a flicker of anger. She stands up, holding her hand to her face, her eyes never leaving Nick's. "That's enough," she hisses, her voice shaking. "You can be mad, you have every right to be, but you don't get to call me names! You don't get to hit me!" She cries out, straightens her posture, the tremble in her voice replaced by a newfound resolve. "I've admitted what I've done, and I'm sorry, but I won't let you demean me. I'll do anything to make it up to you, but not at the cost of my dignity."

Nick grabs her by the hair again and pushes her down to her knees, her head inches from his crotch, "I asked you a question, how did your load of sperm taste tonight, SLUT?" He growls loudly in her face. It's impossible to argue with him the way he is now, he's absolutely mad with anger and her attempt to stand up for herself makes everything even worse for her. Vanessa's eyes flash with a mix of anger and escalating fear. Nick's words hurt her deeply, she never meant to hurt him and feels like he's being too aggressive with her, yet her love for him outweighs her pride; after a moment of hesitation, she chooses to comply with his demands in hopes of navigating the situation as smoothly as possible without provoking him any further.. "Okay, I'm sorry... I understand. It tasted... salty," she admits, her voice shaking, her eyes filling with tears. "It was wrong, and I'm really sorry. I don't want to lose you, Nick. Please forgive me!"

"Aha, okay, I guess the reason overcame the ego. You didn't think about your ego while you were slurping that cock tonight, right?"

Vanessa's jaw clenches, and she looks up at Nick through a veil of tears. She knows that he's hurt and is going to be lashing out. "I didn't mean to hurt you," she says, her voice a shaky whisper. "Please, I'll do anything to fix this. I'll never cheat on you again! I swear, Nick! Please, I'll do anything... Tell me, what do you have in mind to make it up to you?"

Visibly calmer, Nick demands: "Okay, go put some lingerie on and let's go. I'm gonna take you to Jon's."

Vanessa's heart skips a beat at Nick's command, the implications unclear but terrifying all the same. She knew Jon's farm was an infamous place where men enjoyed some very depraving, humiliating, kinky things. Things she could never even imagine existed. She tries to stand firm, her legs wobbly from the alcohol and fear. "Nick, please, not like this. Not Jon's, okay? Baby, please?!" She begs, her voice shaking, but the fire in his eyes tells her he's not backing down. "Dress up!", Nick hisses. With trembling hands, she grabs a black lace bra and matching thong from her drawer, slipping them on over her body. The fabric feels like a prison, a constant reminder of her submission to his will. She pulls on a pair of high-heeled boots, the only clothing she feels might give her a semblance of power in the face of what's to come.

"Very nice, good girl!" Nick approves her outfit, her heavy tits overfill the bra. "Tonight you gonna work really hard to earn my forgiveness." With trembling hands, Vanessa pulls on the skimpy lingerie set, the cold fabric clinging to her skin. She feels sick at the thought of what's to come, but she's desperate to make amends. As she laces up the thigh-high boots, she tries to steady her breath, willing herself to be strong. She looks up at Nick, her eyes brimming with fear and regret. "I'll do anything, Nick. Just please don't hurt me too much." She whispers, her voice trembling as she stands before him, vulnerable in her scanty attire. As they go in the car, Nick stares at her fine, toned legs, dressed as a real whore, he thinks to himself. "Tell me what do you think your punishment is going to be tonight?" he asks as he drives off.

Her stomach is in knots, but she tries to keep her voice steady. "Nick, I don't know what you have planned, but I'm begging you, please don't make it something I can't handle. I just want to make this right for you... for us." Her voice is a soft plea, her eyes glancing over at him briefly before returning to the dark road ahead. The leather seats are cold against her bare thighs, and she can feel the anticipation and dread building with each passing mile. Nick smirks, wondering if she's telling the truth.. "You know my friend Jon, where he lives and what he does, right?" He reaches and opening the glove compartment, he pulls out a flask. "Take a sip of this".

Vanessa nods, taking the flasks, she opens it and drinks up. The burning sensation of the whiskey down her throat makes her nerves calm down quickly. Her eyes never leaving the road ahead. She knows all too well where they're going. Jon's farm had always been a place of dread in the back of her mind, a place Nick had mentioned a few times about with a twisted sense of excitement. She's heard that men go there to indulge in their dark fantasies, and now she's going to be a part of it. Her stomach churns as she tries to imagine what he has planned. She's heard whispers of the things that happen there, the depravity and pain that men and women alike are subjected to, all in the name of forbidden pleasures, punishment and kink. She sips from the flask again, swallowing hard, tasting the bitter tang of fear. But she's made her choice; she'll do anything to keep Nick, even if it means facing the horrors of Jon's farm.

"What have you heard about his farm? Tell me!"

Vanessa takes a deep, shaky breath, her eyes flicking to Nick's grip on the steering wheel. She knows she's treading on thin ice. "I've heard... it's a place where people go to live out their darkest fantasies. Where things happen that aren't... aren't always nice or legal." Her voice is small, her thoughts racing with the images and whispers of the rumors she's heard. She tries to keep her voice steady, but the tremor gives her away. "I've heard that Jon is a nasty man, who likes to watch, and sometimes... sometimes he joins in." Her words are barely above a murmur, but the tension in the car seems to thicken with each syllable.

Nick grabs the flask from her hand and drinks up too. His penis starts swelling in his pants as he's looking at her talking about the rumors she's heard about Jon and his twisted farm club. "Tell me more, what are your fuckers telling you about it?"

Vanessa's voice quivers as she tries to recall the whispers and rumors she's heard from the few guys who've been to Jon's farm. She's always been too afraid to ask for details, but now she wishes she knew more, just so she could please him. She glances over at Nick, his excitement palpable, and she feels a cold dread spread through her. "They say it's like nothing else," she murmurs. "A place of no limits, where everyone does... things." She pauses, swallowing hard. "They say it's about power and punishment, that people go there to pay for their sins. But I don't know the specifics," she adds quickly, her eyes darting to the side. She's terrified of what awaits her.

"Hm, interesting." Nick murmurs, then taking another sip of whiskey before giving her the flask back. "Maybe the rumors are far-fetched, hahahah!" he laughs wickedly.

Vanessa drinks up, trying to get drunk so she is ready to face her punishment easier. She tries to read Nick's expression, unsure if he's mocking her or if he truly finds the situation amusing. She feels the fear creeping back in, her body stiffening with each bump in the road leading them closer to the farm. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and decides to be honest. "Nick, I don't know what you're planning, but I'm really scared. I just want to fix this between us. Please, don't hurt me..." Her voice is shaky and there's a hint of desperation in her eyes. She reaches over tentatively to place her hand on his thigh, feeling the muscles tense beneath her touch.

"Unfortunately, Vanessa, you are a slut and you really hurt me, trying to lie again in my face tonight! So, that's why we are here tonight. We have arrived. Let's go!" They arrive at the farm, in the middle of nowhere, he parks and walks out. It's dark and cold... Vanessa's nipples harden in the night breeze. There's a big building in the distance. "Come on, we're going there."

Her heart in her throat, Vanessa takes a deep breath and nods. She gathers her courage and steps out of the car, the chilly night air making her shiver. She looks at the looming farmhouse, the dim lights flickering in the windows like a beacon of impending doom. She takes Nick's hand, her grip tight, as they walk toward the house. "Nick, please, tell me what's going to happen," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the crunching of their footsteps.

"You'll see soon," Nick leads her to the building and opens the door where there is a small room with a little chair and a table, everything looks pretty spooky and scary.

Her heart is racing as Nick pulls her into the dimly lit room. The musty smell of the old farmhouse fills her nose. She tries to pull her hand away, but his grip is like a vice. She looks around the small room - it almost looks like a tiny dressing room - taking in the sparse furnishings and the cold, hard chair in the center and the big mirror on the wall. Her knees want to buckle, but she forces herself to stand tall, the chill of the room making her nipples stand out even more against the lace of her bra. She finishes the rest of the whiskey in one big gulp. The drink helps her feel slightly better. She looks so beautiful and sexy in her tiny outfit. "What are you going to do to me?" she asks, her voice shaking but with a thread of defiance. The battle within her is evident as she's struggling with the desire to reconcile with Nick while preserving her dignity.

Nick approaches her and fastens a collar around her neck, attaching a leash that he pulls firmly, causing her to bend down in obedience as they make their way toward the door. He opens the door, leading to a small, lit stage. In front of the stage, a small audience of a few large, nasty looking, older men in bathrobes watches intently, their coarse features reflecting a mix of anticipation and eagerness for Vanessa's moment as the star of the night. Her eyes widen in shock as Nick fastens the collar around her neck, the cold leather sending a shiver of uncertainty through her body. The men in bathrobes make her shiver and she can't help but wonder what kind of depraved show they're expecting tonight from her. As they reach the stage, she feels a mix of fear and revulsion, her knees threatening to give out. "What's going on?" she asks Nick, her voice trembling as she tries to resist the pull of the leash.

"Tell me what do you think you have to do? " Nick asks her quietly when a huge black stallion enters the stage, led by a middle aged man.

Vanessa's eyes widen with terror as the stallion enters the stage. She tries to pull away from Nick, her mind racing with images of the unspeakable things they could force her to do. Her legs are shaking so badly she can barely stand.

"I... I don't know what you want from me," she cries out, her eyes darting between the leering faces of the men and the powerful animal beside her. She can feel their lustful gazes on her body, and the thought of what they might force her to do with the stallion sends a wave of nausea through her. "Please, tell me what you expect," she begs, her voice quaking.

"Mmmm, my wild cat, my nasty slut!", Nick says, checking her out from top to bottom, "Gentlemen, look at my girlfriend. Her name is Vanessa, and she is a nasty slut! She definitely loves dick and cum, lots of cum!" The old pervs in the hall cheer in excitement and anticipation. "First off, show these gentlemen the melons! Then try to guess what they want you to do!"

Vanessa feels a cold sweat break out across her forehead as she looks into Nick's eyes, searching for any hint of mercy. The collar around her neck feels like a noose tightening, the leash a symbol of her submission. She takes a deep, trembling breath and lifts her hands to unclasp her bra, pulling it off the lingerie. Her incredible breasts spring out into the cold air. The alcohol has made her bolder and she tries to push aside the fear of what's to come and the disgusting thoughts of what these men might make her do. "I... I think you might want me to... God... to perform with the stallion," she whispers, her cheeks flaming with humiliation. "But I don't want to, Nick! I'm so scared. This is not right! Please, don't do this to me!"

Suddenly, one of the nasty men in the audience stands up and cries out with a thin voice: "Dance for me slut, show this ass and tits closer!" He then pulls his robe down, exposing his fat belly and sitting back in his chair, starts stroking his tiny cock. Nick looks at her and nods coldly.

Vanessa feels her cheeks burn with humiliation as the fat man's eyes rake over her body, his hands moving in a lewd gesture. She tries to keep her thoughts focused, pushing down the bile rising in her throat. "Okay, okay, I'll... I'll dance for you," she agrees, almost eagerly, thinking this might be where her participation would end tonight. She starts to sway to the rhythm of the music, her body moving almost automatically as she tries to think of anything other than the stallion and the men's twisted desires. Her eyes are glued to the floor, the fear in them clear, but she's trying not to show it. Her tits swaying with the moves of her luscious body.

"Perform..." Nick ponders, "with the horse?! What kind of performance are you talking about, babe? Tell me, be honest, just say it!" Nick slaps her ass hard as she's dancing, her big hips rocking so sexy, as her tits keep bouncing with the music. Vanessa winces at the slap, the pain mixing with the fear in her eyes. She stumbles in her dance, but quickly recovers, not wanting to disappoint Nick or the disgusting audience. "I don't know, I... I don't want to think about it," she whispers, her voice trembling. She keeps dancing, her eyes never leaving the floor, her mind racing with images of the animal and the perverted intentions of the men watching her. The magnificent animal grunts softly, captivated by Vanessa's proximity, his impressive instrument now hanging low with anticipation. He senses the warmth radiating from her enchanting form, drawn in by her presence, just like the audience enjoys her stunning beauty. Vanessa's eyes dart up to the stallion, her breath catching in her throat as she sees the hunger in its eyes. She tries to keep her fear hidden, but her body betrays her as she unconsciously takes a step back. Her heart is racing so fast she can feel it in her ears. "Nick, please, I'll do whatever you say, but not... not that," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the grunts of the animal.

Vanessa's mind is a whirlwind of fear and revulsion as she continues to dance, her eyes locked on the stallion's growing arousal. She tries to ignore the old man's stroking and the anticipation in the room, focusing instead on the beat of the music. Her body moves stiffly at first, but gradually, she finds a rhythm, her hips swaying in time with the bass. Her thoughts are a jumble of dread and despair, imagining the unspeakable acts they could force her to perform with the animal. She feels Nick's eyes on her, his grip on the leash tightening, urging her to go further. Then he pulls her by the collar very hard:

"Keep dancing and remove the lingerie!" Nick commands his girlfriend harshly. Her eyes widen in horror, and she tries to pull away from the leash, but Nick's grip is unyielding. She stumbles as she dances, her hands shaking as she reaches to slip out of her garments. "The thong too!" Nick commands and she obediently pushes it down, then stepping out of it as it falls to the floor, leaving her completely exposed to the men's hungry eyes. She feels the cold air against her skin, and the fear inside her grows stronger. "I... I don't want to! Please, Nick," she sobs, "I don't want to..."

Two other men take their robs down and also join the dick stroking club. One of them has a very fat tool, as fat as a soda can, with a huge head too. The other one is long and thin with a huge foreskin and heavy hanging balls.... "Make her do it already!" the first one yells.

Vanessa's eyes widen as she sees the other two men expose themselves, her stomach twisting in knots. She tries to keep dancing, but her movements are jerky and erratic, the fear making it difficult to focus on anything but the stallion's growing interest. The idea of this animal's enormous, monster cock sends chills of disgust and fear coursing through her. She looks up, trying to read the expressions of the men in the audience, but their faces are a canvas of depravity, revealing nothing than their nasty joy watching a beautiful woman being humiliated. Her thoughts race as she tries to anticipate their next move, her heart pounding in her ears like a drum of dread.

Nick pulls the leash again, addressing the crowd, he announces: "She's willing to serve you gentlemen! Who is going first?"

The men begin to murmur, their eyes full of anticipation. She tries not to think of the worst possible scenarios. She can feel their eyes on her, claiming her. She squeezes her eyes shut, willing herself not to think of the pain and humiliation she might soon endure. "I'll... I'll do whatever you want," she whispers to Nick, her voice trembling. "Just tell me what to do. I want this to be over!"

The man with the very thick fat, girthy cock yells: "Come suck my dick bitch! You like sucking fat dick, don't you?" His voice low and raspy.

Vanessa's eyes widen in horror as she's dragged over close to him. He's just a few feet away now and she could sense his huge, fat cock smells like urine, musk and sweat. She feels nauseous and light-headed, her entire body shaking with fear. The smell of his arousal is overwhelming, and she tries not to gag. She's never felt so degraded, so utterly used. Nick pushes her down to her knees. With trembling hands, she reaches out, her eyes filling with tears as she wraps her fingers around the man's engorged member. Her mind is spinning fast, trying to anticipate what other depraved acts they might demand of her, but she can't focus on anything other than the cold, hard reality of her current situation. "Okay, I... I'll do it," she whispers, her voice barely above a breath as she leans in, her heart pounding like a drum in her chest.

Nick speaks up to the crowd of pervs again: "I told you she's a real slut, a total whore, a cum dump! See gentlemen, this is Vanessa, this is what she likes doing the most!", he say as he still holds her by the leash.

Forced closer to the man with the thick, disgusting cock, Vanessa's eyes fill with tears as she opens up her mouth: "I... I can do it," she whispers again, as if to convince herself, her voice shaking, her eyes never leaving the man's huge, dirty cock. A weird curiosity popping inside of her.

"Suck it slut! Suck!" the nasty pig of a man demands from her. The stench of his body is almost too much to handle, but she knows she has no choice at the moment. She bends down lower, her tongue touching the tip of his cock with a sense of revulsion she's never felt before. Her eyes squeeze shut as she tries to block out the reality of what's happening. The taste is overpowering, a mix of sweat and musk that fills her mouth. She tries to focus on the leather of the collar around her neck, the coldness of it grounding her in the face of such degradation. "I'm sorry, Nick," she whimpers around the thick girth, her eyes still shut tightly. She begins to bob her head up and down, her cheeks hollowing out with each suck, trying to please the disgusting creature before her. As she's sucking, Jon comes on stage and approaches the scene, tapping Nick on the shoulder, he says, "She's working Mike's dick like she's loving it man, damn you were right, Nick, she is so good! Hottest bod' ever, man! Damn!"

Vanessa's eyes fly open at the sound of Jon's voice, the reality of her situation crashing down on her like a ton of bricks. She's kneeling before a man she's never seen before, her mouth filled with his foul cock, while Nick watches with a twisted sense of kinky, wicked satisfaction. Her eyes dart up to Nick, searching for any hint of compassion, but all she finds is the gleaming coldness in his gaze. The salty taste of the man's pre-cum coats her tongue, and she feels the bile rise again. Her eyes are filled with unshed tears, her body shaking with each forced bob of her head. The sound of the audience's lewd comments and Nick's proud proclamation echo in her ears. She tries to ignore the feeling of the man's cock sliding over her tongue and the taste of his sweat. She doesn't dare look up at Jon, afraid of what she'll see in his eyes. She just keeps sucking, hoping it will somehow be enough to win Nick back.

"Open up your eyes!", Nick commands. Jon goes behind her while she keeps working the fat dick, stretching her mouth badly... Jon caresses her exposed ass.

Vanessa opens her eyes, her vision blurring with tears. She tries to jerk away from the man's cock, but Nick's grip on the leash is too tight. She feels Jon's hand on her ass, his touch sending a shiver of revulsion through her body. "Nick, no, please," she gasps around the thick member, her voice muffled and desperate. "I'll do anything, just let me go!"

Nick smiles with indignation: "I'm happy to hear that you will do anything. And you will, just be patient, my love. Are you enjoying Mike's tool? He's famous in the area with this fatty boy, hahahah!" his laugh is so mean and terrifying, while Jon slaps her ass hard, opening her ass cheeks wide, exposing both her holes. Her pussy is so beautiful, gleaming pink, and small - Jon slides a finger in, giving it a good feel from the inside.

Vanessa's eyes water with pain as Jon's hand connects with her ass cheek, the sound echoing through the room. She tries to keep her voice steady, the taste of the man's pre-cum still in her mouth. "Yes, Nick, it's... it's okay," she lies, her voice trembling, doing her best to keep her head up high, despite the horrible position she's in. She tries to ignore the way Jon is touching her, stretching her pussy with his fingers, making her feel so small and humiliated in front of the pervs in the audience. As Vanessa keeps slurping, the fat guy leans down and grabs her tits, pinching her nipples very hard and in this moment he starts face-fucking Vanessa from below, pumping his semen right into her mouth with a loud growl, causing her to choke on his load, the cum oozing down her chin and dripping onto the floor.

Vanessa's eyes widen as the man grabs her tits, the pain from his pinching mixing with the disgust in her mouth. She tries to gag, but his grip is too firm, and she's forced to swallow his thick, salty cum. Her throat convulses around his shaft, and she can feel his warmth spread through her as she desperately tries to keep her composure. The taste is bitter, and she feels like she's drowning in his seed. She keeps her eyes on the floor, avoiding any contact with the audience's dirty gaze. The only thing keeping her going is the hope that this will be enough for Nick, that he'll see she's willing to endure anything for him. "It's okay, I can take it," she tells herself, trying to smile, giving herself a bit of courage.

"Mmmm, good slut, that's an attitude! What a whore, gentlemen! Look at Vanessa now and how she is going to massage this horse cock for us tonight! " Nick announces, and the crowd erupts in joyful cheers, shouting enthusiastically, all impatiently anticipating the cherry on the cake as this is what they've been waiting for all night.

Vanessa's body feels violated, her soul bruised, but she nods obediently, unable to resist and willing to get this over with once and for all, as soon as possible. The room seems to spin around her as she's led over to the stallion, whose fully erect penis is towering over her as Nick pushes her down to her knees again. She tries to swallow down the fear and bile, her eyes watering. She reaches out to touch the velvet-like skin of the animal, her hand trembles uncontrollably. She runs her hand along its length, feeling the power and heat of its desire. The audience's lewd cheers and Nick's cruel words echo in her mind, but she tries to focus on the task at hand. Her heart is racing, her thoughts a blur of terror and regret. She looks up at Nick, her eyes pleading, hoping against hope that he'll end this twisted game.

"Now suck it Vanessa! Tell the audience if you've ever sucked a horse or have you ever thought about it before? "

Vanessa shakes her head vigorously. "N-no, no! I never have, and I don't want to!" she says, her voice trembling. But as she feels the leash tighten around her neck, she knows she has no real choice. With a resigned sigh, she opens her mouth, trying to ignore the smell of the stallion's arousal as she wraps her lips around its thick, pulsing member. Her mind screams in protest, but she's too scared and overwhelmed to do anything but comply. The sensation of the animal's cock in her mouth is foreign and terrifying, and she gags slightly, her eyes watering. "I'm sorry, Nick," she whispers, pulling the huge tool out of her mouth, "I will never betray you again, please forgive me! Can we go home?"

"How do you feel now, you love sucking cock, right? He's got a real cock for you slut!" Nick murmurs. The elderly men watch with great interest, a few of them capturing the moment on video while expressing their nasty enthusiasm, many of them stroking their cocks.

Vanessa's eyes dart around the room, searching for an escape, but she finds none. The leather collar feels like it's strangling her, her breath coming in short gasps. She tries to shake her head, but the leash holds her firm. "I... I don't want to do this," she whispers, her voice quivering. "Please, Nick, isn't this enough?!"

The old pervs start yelling: "Keep sucking the horse cock! Suck, slut! Suck, suck, suck!!!"

Vanessa feels the room closing in around her. She tries to pull away, her mind reeling with the reality of the depraved act she's being forced into. The stallion's cock feels alien in her mouth, and she fights the urge to retch. Her eyes dart to Nick, desperation and anger warring in their depths. "Nick, please," she whispers, her voice hoarse from the man's earlier use. "I don't want to do this." But Nick only pulls the leash down toward the horse again, the leather tightens around her neck, and she gathers what little strength she has left, her hand shaking as she holds onto the stallion's massive cock, her knees rubbing against the rough surface of the floor. She can feel the eyes of the men burning into her, their excitement palpable as she's degraded further and further. With a heavy heart and a sense of inevitability, she starts to bob her head again while stroking the long shaft up and down with two hands. The thick cock is sliding in and out of her mouth, the animal's heavy testicles bouncing as she's jerking his dick fast.

"Now, show them how you sucked all the men you cheated on me with! " as Nick says this, Vanessa feels someone behind her and before she can say anything or move away, she feels a very hard, thick piercing cock penetrate her cunt from behind as she's down on her knees working the horse cock. "You know baby, you were right that Jon likes to join in... Haha!" Nick laughs as Jon starts banging her pussy hard from behind.

Vanessa's eyes widen in shock and pain as she feels Jon's thick, bare cock enter her. She tries to struggle, but her body is too weak and the collar around her neck holds her firmly in place. The stallion's cock is still in her mouth, and she can't scream. She gags again, tears streaming down her face. "Nick, please, no!!!" she cries, her voice hoarse from the abuse.

"Have you ever had a threesome before slut?" Nick asks, ignoring her pleas for release.

Vanessa feels the unyielding pressure of Jon's cock in her hot pussy burning her dry as he slams it. She tries to resist, to push him away, but her body is no match for his strength. She whimpers around the stallion's cock, her mind racing with fear. "No, never," she manages to mumble, her voice muffled by the animal's length in her mouth.

"Well now you can say you've been fucked by two different species at once, hahahah! Nasty cheating whore!"

Vanessa feels completely embarrassed and humiliated, having been subjected to such an extreme degradation in public; the severity and brutality of her punishment leave her questioning whether she would ever be able to forget this night and move forward. As she's forced to endure the stallion's cock in her mouth and Jon's thick member in her pussy, her mind is in a fog of fear, anger, and humiliation. The taste of the stallion's musk is mixing with the bitter taste of the fat man's semen. Despite her hatred for the situation, her body reacts to the relentless pounding with a sickening betrayal, her cunt growing wetter with each thrust. She tries to focus on anything but the pleasure, realizing the unthinkable embarrassment she'd experience if Jon makes her cum or squirt in front of everybody. Her eyes are on Nick, searching for any sign of regret or mercy, but all she sees is a twisted smile of brutal satisfaction on his face. The room feels hot and sticky, the air thick with the scent of lust, musk, and fear. She can feel the audience's eyes on her, their excitement feeding the fire in her cheeks. Her thoughts are a jumbled mess of disgust and despair, hoping everything will end soon.

Jon keeps pounding her, slapping her ass hard as he fucks her: "Oh my God, Nick! She got a very tight cunt man, she grippin' it, bro! Ima fill her up for you, okay man!?" Jon's screaming as he starts pumping her faster and hitting her pussy even deeper, ejaculating every drop of his cum into her womb.

Vanessa's body tenses as Jon's rough, thick cock slams into her, filling her with his cum. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pain and unwelcome arousal that makes her stomach turn. She can feel the heat of his seed deep inside her, and she knows there's no going back. Her eyes never leave Nick's now, the only thing keeping her tethered to reality amidst this nightmare. She tries to keep her emotions in check, her mind racing with fear and growing anger. "Nick, please, stop this! I don't want to do this anymore," she whispers around the stallion's cock, her voice shaky.

"Nick, she's ready my man, all lubed up to the top for him!" Jon says and Vanessa doesn't understand what to think, who's she ready for... Her pussy is oozing cum, when Nick pulls her by the leash and says, "It's time baby! Get up!"

The anticipation of what's to come fills her with dread as she's yanked away from the stallion. Vanessa feels a mix of horror and disbelief as Nick pulls her away from the animal and leads her over to a contraption set, to the side of the room. It's a wooden frame with leather restraint points, and her heart races as she realizes what's about to happen. The device consists of a bench supported by four short posts, on wheels. Despite her revulsion, she feels her body responding in a way she hasn't felt before, her wet pussy slick with her juices, mixed with cum and the aftermath of Jon's brutal use. She tries to fight, her arms flailing and weak, Nick's grip is just too strong. He secures her wrists and ankles, leaving her wide spread-eagled before the leering audience - her pussy exposed and still gaping open by Jon's assault, cum dripping down onto the floor and the bench. She can feel her pulse pounding in her ears, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The room feels like it's spinning, the stench of sex and sweat making her want to gag. She hates this, hates herself for the way her body is betraying her on top of her total depravation, but she's powerless to stop it. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to block out the reality of what's happening.

Nick steps back to admire his work, the leash in one hand and a whip in the other. The audience of men, their faces flushed with lust, lean in closer to get a better view. Vanessa's chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, the leather straps biting into her skin. The room is hot, the air thick with the scent of testosterone and desire. Nick circles her, the whip cracking through the air, the sound sending shivers down her spine.

Vanessa looks around the room, taking in the leering faces of the men who have gathered to watch her debasement. She feels a tear slip down her cheek as Nick stands before her, the whip in his hand a symbol of her new reality. He cracks it again, the sound echoing through the farmhouse. One of the men, a greasy, toothless creature, steps forward, licking his lips. "Make her beg for it," he sneers. Nick nods, his eyes alight with a sadistic glee that sends a chill down her spine. He runs the tip of the whip over her exposed breasts, tracing the leather over her nipples, watching them pebble with fear. She tries to pull away, but the restraint holds her firm. "Beg," Nick whispers in her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Beg for it like the slut you are. You want cock, you got cock!"

Her throat tightens, but she knows she has to play along. "Please, Nick," she whispers, her voice hoarse from the stallion's use. "Please let me go! I'll do anything, not this! Just let me go!" The toothless man chuckles, his eyes gleaming. "Oh, she's a good one, isn't she?" he says to Nick, who smiles in response. "Show us what a slut you are," the man continues, his voice dripping with malice. "Beg for the stallion's cock like you begged for those other men. I know you want it."

Nick smiles at the guy's dirty comment, "Do as you are told!"

Her eyes dart around the room, once again searching for any sign of escape, but all she sees is a sea of lust-filled eyes. The greasy man steps closer, his hand reaching out to stroke her cheek. "Look at me, slut," he demands, his breath hot and foul. "You want this, don't you?" He runs a finger over her trembling lips. "You want the stallion to fuck you like the whore you are!? Yes, you do!"

Vanessa's body is trembling, but she forces herself to remain still, trying to keep the panic at bay. The stallion snorts and stomps, its massive cock still erect and pulsing with need impatiently. The leather of the collar feels like a noose around her neck, a constant reminder of her powerlessness. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible. "Please, I'm so sorry..."

Nick growing impatient yells at her back: "He asked you to beg for it!!"

Vanessa feels another tear slide down her cheek as she looks up at Nick, his eyes cold and unforgiving. She knows she has to play along if she ever wants to leave this place. With a trembling voice, she starts to beg, her words barely audible at first. "Please, I..." The toothless man chuckles, his hand sliding down to her collarbone, his fingers digging into her skin. "Beg for it, slut! Beg!" he sneers. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes, the words sticking in her throat like shards of glass. "I... I want the stallion to... to fuck me," she whispers, her voice thick with unshed tears. "Please, let it happen, I'll be good. I.. I promise." The room goes quiet, the anticipation heavy. The leather creaks as she tenses, the sweat trickling down her spine. Nick nods to the men holding the stallion, and they guide the animal closer, as Nick pushes the bench right under the animal, its massive cock brushing against Vanessa's thigh as his torso is above her. The toothless man locks the wheels down.

The greasy man steps back, a sadistic grin spreading across his face. Of the men gives the animal a firm pat on the rump, making him move his front legs up a wooden frame, which lifts him up so Vanessa's face is now right between its front legs. Her exposed pussy is just inches away from the hard monstrous cock. The stallion thrusts forward, the head of its cock nudging against her soaked pussy, trying to penetrate her. "Beg for it," the toothless man says again, his voice low and demanding as he takes his phone to take a video up close.

Nick spits on the floor with disgust, "What a good nasty slut, she wants to get fucked by the horse! Oh my God! Look at her!"

Vanessa's eyes widen in terror as the stallion's massive cock presses against her. She tries to gather her thoughts, but the anticipation from the audience is suffocating. "Please, no," she whispers, her voice trembling. But the words are lost in the cacophony of the room, the men's excitement drowning out her pleas. The stallion's cock nudges her again, and she feels a bead of sweat roll down her spine. The room is a blur of faces, all watching her with eager, depraved excitement. The heat from the animal's body is intense, and she can feel its penis beating against her, still unable to find her entrance. "Please, no," she can't help but cry. The stallion thrusts one more time, the toothless man grabs its heavy cock, guiding it into her and it finally slams deep into her pussy, its way eased by Jon's semen. Vanessa screams in pain, the sensation tearing through her like a knife. The men cheer, their excitement growing with each of her muffled cries.

Nick's eyes gleam with a twisted delight as he watches the stallion's thick, veiny member penetrate Vanessa's trembling form. He can see the fear in her eyes, the way her body tenses and relaxes around the animal's cock, and it only fuels his desire for more. He's lost in the sight of her submission, her cries of pain mingling with the grunts and snorts of the stallion. He cracks the whip once more, the sound echoing through the room, a symphony of degradation and lust. He knows the pervs are getting off on this, and it makes him feel powerful, in control, a tool for his cheating girlfriend's punishment. He can see the greasy man's hand moving in his pants, stroking himself in time with the horse's thrusts. The other men are equally as transfixed, some filming, others jerking off to the sickening display. The air is thick with the scent of sex, sweat, and fear - it's intoxicating.

Vanessa shuts her eyes tightly, her body taut with pain as the stallion's massive cock stretches her to her limits. She can feel the men's eyes on her, their lustful gazes burning into her skin. Despite the pain, her traitorous body responds, her pussy clenching around the animal's girth, sending waves of unexpected pleasure through her, never before experiencing such an intense sensation. She tries to focus on the pain, the fear, but the extremity of her sensations is overwhelming. Angry at herself for displaying vulnerability in front of such a cruel audience, Vanessa steels her resolve and unleashes a primal scream, an angry helpless cry full of hate, pouring every ounce of strength, left in her, into her words as she defiantly shouts, "Aaaaaaghhhh!!! Yes, fuck me! Fuck me, you fucking animal!" Her fury ignites the air around her, transforming her fear into an electrifying power that commands attention. The words ripped from her throat, as the horse thrusts its monster tool almost all the way inside her with incredible power, her pussy on the edge of tearing up: "Harder! Harder! Aaaaaghh! Is this all you got, you nasty pricks!?" She spits out toward the greasy man, her saliva landing squarely on his leg.

The men are shocked, not expecting her to say these things and get so wild and crazy, stroking their dicks in a raw motion, Nick also pulls out his cock finally and starts to stroke as his girlfriend is getting fucked ripped by the horse cock.

Vanessa's body is a canvas of pain and kinky pleasure as the stallion's relentless thrusts fill her completely. Some of the old men go on the stage, surrounding her and the horse, she can feel the men's hands on her, groping her breasts, pinching her nipples, scratching and biting her. Their demands become a cacophony of obscenities in her ears. She tries to ignore them, focusing instead on the burning sensation in her cunt and the feeling of fullness that seems to consume her entire being, overwhelming her completely. The leather of the collar feels like a brand against her throat, a symbol of her submission to this depraved ritual. "Fuck me, fuck me harder, aaah, aaaaaahh fuck!" she screams, her voice raw and desperate. "Oh God, oh God, oh fuck!"

Nick spits on the floor, disgusted by the kinky scene his girlfriend is involved in: "She likes horse cock boys! What can I say, a whore is a whore!"

The men's demands grow louder, their voices a cacophony of depravity. One calls out for her to bark like a dog, another to moo like a cow as she's getting fucked. They're delirious with lust, their eyes glinting with sadistic glee. Vanessa feels the stallion's cock stretching her to the brink of agony, each thrust sending a bolt of pleasure and pain through her core. The leather of the collar is sticky with her sweat, the metal biting into her neck as she tries to arch away from the relentless pounding. Her mind is a haze of fear and arousal, and she can't help but scream again, her voice a mix of pain and perverse ecstasy. The room is a blur of shadowy figures, their faces twisted in depraved pleasure. She feels a hand on her face, turning her head to the side. Nick's visage fills her vision, his eyes gleaming with a malicious light. "You're doing so well, baby," he says, stroking her cheek with a gentle hand that feels like a slap in the face of her suffering.

Vanessa's screams of mixed pain and pleasure grow louder as the stallion's thick cock continues to pummel her pussy. The perverts in the room shout, their voices a symphony of depravity. One leers at her, his hand tight around his erect member, demanding she look at him while the animal claims her. "Look at me, bitch," he snarls, his breath hot against her face. She opens her eyes, her vision blurry, swimming with tears, and meets his gaze.

The greasy man with the missing teeth steps closer, his hand reaching out to pinch her nipple as the stallion's cock continues to fill her. His touch is rough, his nails digging into her sensitive flesh. "You like that, don't you, slut?" he sneers. "You love being a dirty little whore for us all." The room is alive with the sounds of the animal's grunts and the men's depraved laughter. Nick nods again, his eyes never leaving her face. "Keep begging," he murmurs, his voice a dark promise of more to come. "Show us how much you want it."

The stallion's thrusts become more erratic, and Vanessa can feel the animal's need to cum building. Her own body responds, betraying her with a rising tide of impure pleasure. She tries to resist, to push the sensations away, but it's too much. The stallion lets out a final, guttural roar, its hips slamming into her one last time, and she feels the hot flood of its seed fill her up, the pressure intense and overpowering. "Look at her, boys," Nick says, his voice thick with depraved excitement. "The horse just filled her cunt! She's loving it!"

As the stallion's cock softens and flops out of her, a huge load of cum squirts out her gaping cunt and falls to the floor below her. The men's laughter and cheers are all around her as she lies there, her pussy stretched and bruised, a puddle of cum from both the stallion and Jon's earlier use, trickling down her ass. The men unlock the bench and move her out of the horse's way. "Good girl," Nick says, his voice cold. "You took that like a champ." He motions to the audience. "But we're not done yet, are we?" Nick frees her from the contraption, her wrists and ankles are marked with red bruises from the tight restraints. Vanessa stands up as two men push the contraption bench away, she is exhausted and can hardly walk but doesn't want to show weakness in front of the lewd crowd and with her head held high, she steels her resolve, bracing for the next wave of humiliation before the leering crowd. The audience of depraved men are not yet satisfied, their lustful eyes hungry for more. They start making nasty suggestions, demanding that she spread her legs wider, show her cum-covered cunt, and lick her own juices from her thighs. The greasy man with the toothless smile leans in, his hot breath on her ear as he whispers, "Show us how much you enjoyed it, slut. Lick it clean." Nick nods in agreement.

Vanessa's body quivers, a canvas of degradation and pain. Her whole body is stained with a mix of sweat, cum, and tears. The stallion's seed coats her thighs, a stark testament to her violation. The toothless man's grin widens, his hand caressing her cheek with a mock gentleness that sends a shiver down her spine. "Look at that pussy, all beat and stretched out and filled with horse cum," he says, his voice a slither of malice. "It's begging for more." Another man steps forward, his eyes feverish with excitement, he grabs a handful of her hair, yanking her head back. "Yeah, show us how much you liked it," he snarls. "Lap it up like the cum whore you are."

Nick watches with a mix of disgust and sick fascination as Vanessa's hand, trembling with fear, reaches down to her cum-covered thighs. She gathers a chunk of the sticky mess with a shaking hand, her eyes never leaving his. She brings her hand to her mouth and tentatively licks her fingers clean. The men around them lean in, their excitement palpable, watching the show unfold. "Look at that, she can't even resist the taste," someone in the crowd shouts, and Nick feels a twinge of something akin to sinful pride.

Nick's hand tightens on the leash, pulling her down to her knees. "You want more, don't you?" he says, his voice low and taunting. "You want to make it right with me?" She nods, her eyes pleading. "Then take it," he commands, pushing her head towards the greasy man's erect cock. She opens her mouth, the taste of horse still coating her tongue.

The greasy, toothless man chuckles as he watches Vanessa's trembling hand approach her mouth. His own erection strains against his pants, eager for a taste of her degradation. He unbuckles his belt with a dramatic flair, letting his pants fall to the floor. His cock springs free, thick, short, and veiny, the smell of his unwashed body wafting towards her. He grabs the base and brings it closer to her face. "Open wide, slut," he says. Vanessa's eyes water at the stench, but she complies, her jaw dropping open. He plunges his cock into her mouth, and she feels the squishy pressure of his belly against her forehead, his pubic hair brushing against her nose. She gags around his girth, the smell of his sweat and stale bodily odor making her want to retch. But she knows better than to refuse, so she takes him deep, her throat convulsing with each thrust as he groans with pleasure. Nick watches, his own cock in hand, feeling a twisted sense of justice at her obedience and humiliation.

Vanessa's eyes water as the greasy man's cock fills her mouth, the taste of the stallion's cum mixing with his own rancid flavor. She tries to ignore the burning in her throat, the way his cock feels like a hot, slimy invader. She can feel cum still trickling down her legs, the stickiness of it cold against her skin. The room is a blur of lust-filled faces, the men's eyes boring into her soul as they watch her degrade herself further. "Mmm, that's a good little whore," the man groans, his fat hips bucking. Nick's hand tightens on the leash, urging her to take it deeper.

The fat man's grunts grow louder, his grip on her head tightening as he nears climax. Vanessa can feel the tension in his cock, the pulsing of his veins as he prepares to take his turn and fill her mouth with his seed. The room seems to spin around her, the cheers, and catcalls of the audience a cacophony in her ears. And then, with a final, triumphant shout, he releases, his hot semen spurting in her mouth. She swallows again, the taste of his cum and the stallion's taste mingling in her mouth into a foul mess. But before she can even begin to recover, another man approaches, his cock in hand, eager to take the next turn. He's a burly man with a beer belly that hangs over his belt, his cock is tiny, almost hard to see under the weight of his belly. His face is red with excitement, happy he gets to use this whore's mouth too. His eyes are glued to the sight of her cum-covered crotch. He licks his lips, his hand moving in a frenzied rhythm over his dick, his breathing shallow and rapid. "Let me taste her," he says to Nick, his voice a rasp of lust.

Nick nods, as the burly man goes down on the floor on all fours between her legs, and spreading them apart, he starts licking her cum covered inner thighs and going up to her pussy, slurping what's left of the mess. Nick's eyes are still cold, brimming with anger over being cheated on and the burning desire to punish the slutty betrayer in Vanessa. Yet, amidst the turmoil, a glimmer of compassion and empathy begins to emerge within him. The greasy man's cum still visible around the corners of her mouth as she tries to catch her breath, her eyes glazed with total disconnect, cold and numb. The room is a blur of leering faces, each man waiting eagerly for their turn to claim her. "Look at her," Nick says, his voice still cold. "Look what you've all turned her into. How do you feel now? Have you had enough?" he asks, his voice a harsh whisper that cuts through the room's depraved din. His question hangs in the air, a silent challenge that makes her cringe.

Her eyes are closed, her body a trembling mess on the cold, sticky floor. The room's air is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a testament to her degradation. She can feel the cum all over her body, her legs quivering from the exertion. The demands of the perverts are a constant drumbeat in her ears, each one more degrading than the last. "Spread your legs wider," says one, his voice a harsh command. The burly man stands up, his beer belly jiggling with anticipation as he steps up to Vanessa, his cock bobbing in front of her face. He smells of cheap alcohol and sweat, a scent that makes her stomach churn. "Open those pretty lips," he says, his voice a gruff growl. He's eager to claim his prize, to leave his own mark on her degradation.

Forcing herself to obey, Vanessa opens her mouth, the taste of the greasy man's cum still coating her tongue. The burly man pushes his dick, slapping against her cheek before finding its way past her lips. She gags again, the smell and taste of him overwhelming her senses. He's rougher than the toothless man, his hips thrusting with a brutal force against her face that makes her eyes water. The audience is a sea of rapt faces, their lustful gazes a heavy weight on her shoulders. "Take it, slut," the man grunts, his hand fisted in her hair, holding her in place.

Nick's heart is racing, watching the burly man face fuck his girlfriend, her eyes wide, numb with disgust and pain. He tries to find the words to express his feelings, his voice tight with a mix of anger, disdain, and dark arousal he can't quite shake. "Look at you," he says, his voice strained. "Is this enough cock for you, Vanessa?" He sneers, the leash tightening in his hand. "How does it taste, my little hungry slut?"

Her eyes water and she can feel the room spinning around her. She tries to push the man away, but he's too strong. The audience's catcalls and the sound of them stroking themselves only adds to her horror. One of them grabs her arm, yanking it upwards and forcing her to touch her own breast. "Show us how much you love it," he sneers, his grip bruising.

"I asked you a question!" Nick says.

The burly man's cock continues to pummel her mouth, her cheeks hollowing with each brutal thrust. She tries to focus on the coolness of the floor beneath her, the roughness of the wood against her knees, anything to escape the reality of the situation. The man's hand tightens in her hair, pulling her into his groin, the sticky residue of the greasy man's cum now mixing with the sweat and grime of his own body. She can feel the pressure building in his cock and knows she's about to be filled again. The room is a blur of leering faces, each one more depraved than the last, and the demands rain down on her like a cacophony of sin. "Take it all!"

The old man's cock swells in Vanessa's mouth, and she feels the heat of his impending climax. She tries to pull away once more, her own sense of self-preservation kicking in, but the toothless man grabs her head and holds her in place. "Take it," he snarls, his voice low and vicious. "Take it like the nasty cum whore you are!" The audience goes wild, their cheers and applause filling the air. The old man's cock pulses, and with a guttural groan, he fills her mouth with his cum. It's so much, so thick, and bitter. Vanessa spits it out, refusing to swallow again. His seed spills out, down her chin and onto her chest. The room seems to spin, and she can feel the beginnings of a sob rising in her chest. But Nick's voice suddenly cuts through the din, firm, and commanding. "The show's over!" he says. The audience groans in protest, but he doesn't relent. He pulls her to her feet, the leash still attached to her neck. She's trembling, her legs barely holding her upright. He leads her off the makeshift stage, the crowd of men following her as she stumbles away. The room is a blur of faces, each one a mask of depravity. Vanessa can't look at any of them, she can feel the sticky mess of cum and sweat coating her used body, a constant reminder of her punishment and humiliation.

Nick picks up her garments and leads her out of the stage and into a bathroom where he lets her wash herself from all humiliation and semen she's collected through the night. In the bathroom, Vanessa is a mess. Her makeup is smeared, her lingerie torn and stained, her body bruised and sticky. She collapses into the sink, retching, her body shaking with sobs. Nick stands behind her, his own emotions a whirlwind. He was crazy with anger, jealousy and hurt, but he wonders if her punishment wasn't too much, would she be able to forgive him? "You're done," he says, his voice finally softer. "It's over."

His gaze softens as he watches Vanessa vomit into the sink, her body heaving with the effort to expel the vile liquids from her intestines. He steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently caress her shoulder. "It's okay, take your time" he murmurs, his voice a stark contrast to the harshness of earlier. "You've been through enough." He hands her a towel and watches as she wipes the cum from her face, her eyes red-rimmed and swollen from crying. Despite her determination to stay firm without showing weakness, he can see the fear and despair in her eyes, the stark brutal reality of her situation setting in. She dresses up and Nick leads her out of the farm, the cool night air a sharp contrast to the stifling heat of the room they just left. The leash is gone, Nick covers her with his coat, she stumbles slightly, her legs still weak from the ordeal. As they approach the car, Nick keeps looking at her with a mix of sympathy and admiration. Despite the humiliation and pain she endured, she's proven herself to be determined, willing to do anything to prove her commitment to him. He didn't expect that, it's a side of her he's never seen before, and it sends a strange, twisted thrill through him. His anger has been washed away.

Once inside the car, Nick turns to her, his expression unreadable. "How many, Vanessa?" he asks, his voice low and calm. "How many cocks did you have in that pretty mouth of yours tonight?"

Her voice is barely a whisper as she responds. "Four, I think" she says, unsure of the exact number. Her eyes cast down. "I'm sorry, Nick..."

"It's alright, Vanessa," Nick says, his voice gentle and understanding. He looks into her eyes, searching for any sign of resentment or anger. But all he sees is numbness. "You've learned your lesson tonight." He takes a deep breath, his hand caressing her cheek. "I had to push you to the extreme, but I wanted you to understand the gravity of your actions and how much you hurt me."

Her eyes meet Nick's, she nods, her voice quiet and soft, "I understand," she says.

"Good," Nick says, his voice firm yet gentle. He pulls her into a tight embrace before starting the car, her body trembling against his. "I need to know I can trust you going forward."

Her body relaxes slightly in his embrace, her breathing slowing as she tries to compose herself. "You can," she whispers, her voice hoarse but determined.

"Good. I hope so. You've proven to me that you are ready to do truly anything for me and I appreciate it. I will never put you through this again! I know you are different, you have your own needs and I know it's not easy when you have so much attention from men all the time... If you ever have the urge to fuck others, please let me know. Communicate with me. I can accept it and let you do it, I just want to be present. Don't do it behind my back! I'll let you get fucked only when I'm around. This is my only condition."

Her eyes widen at his words, a flicker of hope lighting up her tear-stained face. "Really, Nick?" she asks, her voice shaking. "You'll forgive me?"

"Vanessa, you've suffered enough tonight. Your humiliation and submission have cleansed you of all your transgressions. We'll move forward, together, if you want to." Nick's starts the engine, "But there's one condition," he says, his voice firm. "If you ever feel the urge to stray again, you come to me first and talk. I want to be there to watch you give yourself to another. If you lie to me again, I will leave for good. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Nick. If that's what you want." Her voice is small, barely a whisper. "I'll never lie to you again, I swear."

Nick nods, a small smile playing on his lips as he looks at her. "That's my girl," he says, his voice filled with a strange mix of pride and dominance.

Vanessa takes a shaky breath as they drive away from the farm, the adrenaline slowly wearing off. Nick's grip on the steering wheel relaxes slightly. "Babe, I know tonight was intense. I was so angry... But please remember, if you're honest with me, we can handle everything together." He glances at her in the dim light of the car. "If you ever crave another man's touch, you don't need to sneak around. Please! We can bring him into our bedroom. Think about it."

Vanessa stays silent, still shaken and numb by the ruthless abuse she endured earlier tonight. He eyes never leave the road, staring straight ahead as if by focusing hard enough she could erase the memories of the night.

"I... I don't know if I can..." she whispers.

Nick continues driving in silence, lost in his own thoughts. Each of them grapples with their own feelings. Nick, somewhat content, convinced that he may have killed the slut inside Vanessa, but a part of him wondering if he did the right thing to punish her in a such a brutal, sadistic way. Meanwhile, Vanessa, adrift in her own chaos, struggles to make sense of the aftermath, desperately trying to erase the weight of their tumultuous connection from her mind. She had done everything to demonstrate her deep love and commitment to Nick, yet now she feels uncertain if she could continue living with him, after what he put her through...

To Be Continued...

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