Joanne's Fall Pt. 12 – Family Time

Joanne snuck into her bed after having a shower, she managed to not wake up Freddy. It took her a while to get to sleep, the pain from the new tattoo and from her stretched arsehole made it very hard to get comfortable.

She woke up to her alarm eventually, having gotten a couple of hours of sleep and realised that Freddy was already in the shower.

Joanne went downstairs to make herself a cup of tea.

"Morning mum." She heard Tom say as he entered the kitchen.

"Hey, sorry I couldn't talk last night," Joanne said to him, "It was just a bit late."

"It's fine... can we talk now?" Tom said.

His face was dead straight and he looked upset, Joanne panicked over what it could be, never having seen her son like this before.

"Yeah, sure." Joanne said and took a seat at their dining table with him. She looked up at him but Tom just stared at the floor, "What's wrong?" She asked.

"Is everything okay, with you and dad?" Tom asked her.

Joanne heart started to beat a mile a minute when she heard this, What does he know?! She panicked.

"W-what makes you ask that?" Joanne stuttered out and felt sick to her stomach.

"It's just, you're acting different," Tom stuttered back, "I don't know, something feels... off, the new clothes, the going out all night," Then Tom finally looked up and into his mother's eyes, "Are you seeing someone else?"

Oh god, I can't do this to him! My son, I can't ruin his life! Joanne thought.

She felt like crying as she looked at her worried, only son.

"Tom," She whispered, then she decided what she was going to do, "No, I'm not."

There it was, Joanne had added lying to her sons face to her recent mistakes.

"You... you can tell me if you are." Tom said and looked to the ground again.

"I'm not," Joanne whispered, lying yet again, "We're just having a bit of a tough patch, but your fathers actually been putting more effort in lately."

"So, you two are, okay?" Tom asked her.

"Yes, don't you worry." Joanne said to him and stood up to place a hand on his shoulder, "I love you."

"I love you too, mum." Tom replied.

Joanne went upstairs and saw that Freddy was done in the bathroom so she locked herself in, just in time for her hyperventilating.

Oh my god! He can sense it! Can Freddy sense it? Joanne thought as tears started to fall down her face, How could I lie to him, to his face! I'm a monster!

After taking a few minutes to pull herself together, Joanne takes a shower and gets ready to go to work.

However, when she stepped out of the shower, Joanne realised she didn't bring her robe in. She knew that just wrapped the towel around her leaves her open to getting her tattoos seen. One slight movement of the towel and her collar bone tattoo, or the inner thigh tattoo, or her new arse cheek tattoo could be seen.

Fuck, what am I going to do? She thought.

"Freddy!?" She shouted as she slightly opened the door.

There was no answer.

Maybe he's already gone? She thought.

Joanne tightly wrapped the towel around her, whilst doing so she did notice her loss of weigh since dieting and going the gym, the towel wrapped around her much more than normal.

Then she quickly rushed to her bedroom.

She bent over to grab her robe.

"Mum?" She suddenly heard Tom's voice say from outside of her room.

"Don't come in!!" She shouted back in pure panic.

"What's up?" He asked.

"I'm not dressed." She told him.

Joanne quickly threw the towel onto the floor and put on her robe, covering up all of her marks and her piercing.

"Okay, you can come in now." She said.

Tom opened the door and walked in.

"Are you at work today?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm setting off once I'm ready, why?" Joanne asked him.

"Was going to see if you wanted to meet up for lunch?" He asked her.

"That sounds lovely, I'll ring you when I'm free." Joanne tells him with a smile.

After that, Joanne gets dressed and heads back to work. She found herself a little nervous going in, this would be the first time she is seeing Michelle since their argument at Jason and Claire's apartment.

She walked through the office and smiled at some of her employees, Joanne sensed that none of them feared or respected her the way they used to.

It had been months since this whole blackmail started and Joanne now barely spends time in the office. When she does, she has to work at her old assistances desk and never has a lot of contact with her staff.

The odd few say "Hi" as she walks past, but Joanne feels a sense of shame and embarrassment, not being the woman, she once was.

She knocks onto Michelle's door, Joanne's old office, and walks in.

"Oh, what do you want?" Michelle grunts out, barely looking up from her laptop.

"I was just seeing what's happening, checking that everything is okay with the company?" Joanne said, still standing up.

"Sure you're not here just to see if I want to abuse and fuck you?" Michelle spat out.

"I'm... I'm sorry about how I spoke to you last time," Joanne whispered out, "I was going a little stir crazy, staying in their apartment for so long."

Michelle rose her head to finally look at Joanne.

"So, you don't still think you are just their slave anymore?" Michelle asked, still straight faced.

"I... I don't know." Joanne stuttered back, still torn on it.

"Urgh, you're pathetic." Michelle said and went back to looking at her laptop.

"Excuse me?" Joanne asked in shock, not expecting that from Michelle.

"You heard me," Michelle said, "You're pathetic, you bad person, everything you've done."

"This was all done to me, and you were part of it!" Joanne argued.

"When I first started, Claire made it clear you were wanting everything, that you enjoyed the fake abuse, well I thought it was fake," Michelle said, "Then I learnt what you were really like, and I thought maybe I could help you. But you love it, you stupid little whore."

"I do not love it!" Joanne spat back at her.

"You were talking about leaving your husband for them two to just carry this on! You've cheated on him for months, God knows how many men you've fucked." Michelle said.

"I had to for my husband! For my marriage!" Joanne shouted.

"Don't give me that, at some point it wasn't worth it." Michelle said to her, "You're telling me that all the tattoos, the abuse, the piercing, at no point you thought it was worth biting the bullet and telling Freddy the truth and hoping he doesn't leave you?"

"I.... It was too late, I had already done so much, if I had told him then it would've made it all pointless." Joanne whispered, wondering if all this time she had made the right decision.

"You can lie to yourself but I can read you like a book," Michelle said, "You love it, being treated like a slut. I see when you get turned on, you may think you're fighting it but you love it. You argue that it's for your marriage, but deep down, you're a nasty little whore that loves to be treated like one."

Joanne went to speak but suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Joanne?" One of the female employees said when she peaked through the door, "There is someone at reception to see you."

"Me?" Joanne asked, not expecting anyone, "Who is it?"

"He just said his name is Neil and you will know what it's for." The employee said and Joanne's heart sank.

No, not at my work. Joanne thought.

"I... I'll be right there." Joanne stuttered.

Then the employee left and Joanne stood there frozen.

"Someone to fuck you like a slut?" Michelle asked, "Like I said, pathetic."

"This isn't like that," Joanne said and turned to Michelle, a tear running down her eye, "This Neil, he's so much worse."

"J-Joanne... what's wrong?" Michelle asked, clearly seeing the pure fear in Joanne.

"He... he hurts me, he does things to me that no person should do to another." Joanne said.

"Well tell Jason and Claire to make him back off." Michelle told her.

"He isn't with them, he is blackmailing me as well, last night he made me... he made me do things." Joanne said with tears running down her face.

"Do you want me to go down and make him leave?" Michelle suggested.

"No, he doesn't care about hurting me, my marriage or the company. There is no reasoning with this guy, I just have to do as he says." Joanne told her.

"Tell Jason and Claire, maybe they can help if he's that bad." Michelle said.

"I don't see why they would, they just want me to be a slut." Joanne said with a croak in her voice.

"Do you want me to come with you?" Michelle asked, worried for Joanne.

"No," Joanne told her, "I don't want you to see me with him."

"Joanne, if you tell Freddy, this can all stop." Michelle said to her in a soft and delicate tone.

"Maybe," Joanne said, "But if I don't see him now, he will tell Freddy. And that is something that has to come from me."

"I understand," Michelle replied, "Be safe."

Joanne walked through the office, afraid of what sick game Neil has in mind for her. After last night, she knew he was a real psychopath.

When she first saw him stood at the reception, Joanne's heart felt like it stopped. Luckily the receptionist must've stepped away for a few minutes.

"How did you find me here?" Joanne whispered to him.

"I put a tracker on your phone when you were tied up last night," Neil said with a grin, "Now, I don't have long."

"Please, not here." Joanne begged.

"Oh, shut the fuck up, where're the bathrooms?" Neil asked her.

Joanne thought of any way to get out of it, but she knew there was no reasoning with this Neil. He would ruin her life without a moments thought.

"This way." Joanne whispered and hung her head in shame.

She walked to the downstairs bathroom, usually the most unused one and thankfully there was no one in there.

"Right, get on your knees whore." Neil ordered.

Joanne turned to look at him, tears streaming down her face.

"Oh, don't give me that, get on your fucking knees!" He shouted at her.

"Okay... okay." Joanne stuttered in fear.

She lowered herself to the dirty ground and reached up to undo his trousers.

"How's that arse feeling after last night?" Neil asked with a laugh.

"It hurts... a lot." Joanne told him as she pulled out his thick, white cock.

"Good, now come here." Neil said, he grabbed hold of Joanne's hair and shoved his cock all the way down her throat.

"Glllgg!!" Joanne coughed and gagged from the surprising thrust but Neil didn't hold up.

He instantly went to ruthlessly fucking her throat without a care for Joanne. Time and time again she gagged and coughed, it took only a few seconds for her spit to start to fall down her chin and fly over her face.

"Gllg... glllg... gllllg...ggggllgg..!" Joanne groaned at every thrust.

"Oh yeah, I'm loving having you as my whore!" Neil said to her as he fucked her face, his balls slapping against her chin at every thrust.

Joanne was constantly gagging and coughing as he fucked her throat without mercy. She just tried to hold onto him and relax herself.

For a while Joanne just let this young man fuck her mouth like it were a pussy, she did her best to keep her lips wrapped around his cock but he was going too fast. Her spit was flying all over her face and onto the floor.

Then, Neil gripped her hair tight and shoved his entire cock hard down her throat and kept it there.

"Fuuucckk yeah!" Neil grunted and Joanne felt his cum shooting directly down her throat. She was just grateful that it was over.

Joanne barely had to swallow as his whole cock was down her throat and his cum was going straight down.

When he pulled out another load of spit fell down Joanne's chin and she let out a gasp for air.

"Nice one for that bitch," Neil said and pulled his jeans back up, "I'll be seeing you again soon."

He left before Joanne even got herself to her feet. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she was disgusted with what she saw. Her make up was a mess, her hair was frizzy and she was covered in spit.

She decided that she couldn't go back and see Michelle whilst looking like this, so she took this opportunity to go to the gym again, attempting to work off her stress.

Over and hour later Joanne had finished a work out and had a shower. She had realised that over the last month or so she has gotten a lot fitter and is actually feeling skinnier.

When she got out of the shower and opened her locker her phone vibrated and she received a text.

Claire: Slave, get back to your office now.

Joanne: Yes, Mistress.

Joanne quickly got dressed and rushed back to the office. As she walked through, yet again people were giving her funny looks.

Then, she knocked onto Michelle's office door.

"Come in." She heard Claire shout.

Here we go, Joanne thought.

She opened the door and saw Claire sitting at the desk, Joanne looked around but couldn't see Michelle anywhere, I guess she wants me to herself, Joanne assumed.

"Hi Mistress." Joanne said when she closed the door and stepped in.

"Hi." Claire said to her in a bit of a pant.

"Is everything okay?" Joanne said, picking up on Claire's strange tone.

"Perfect," Claire moaned and then looked to the ground, "Don't fucking stop you black slut!"

What the fuck? Joanne thought to herself.

"Come have a look." Claire ordered.

Joanne slowly walked around the office, when she reached the other side of the desk her eyes shot wide open in shock when she saw Michelle underneath the desk licking Claire's pussy.

"Oh yeah, the dirty black slut needed some lessons in who is in charge." Claire moaned.

"I... I don't understand." Joanne said.

She had never seen Michelle join in with Claire or Jason before, she had wondered what their relationship was like, but Michelle seemed to be too strong a woman to be treated like that.

"You see.... Ahhh yeah...." Claire moaned, "I told you we had a camera in our apartment."

Joanne panicked then, wondering if Claire had indeed heard her conversations with Michelle.

"Oh." Joanne said in fear.

"Exactly," Claire moaned again, "When I heard Michelle planning on getting you for herself so you'd be free I was furious. With you as well, which is why you had to be punished to piss yourself."

"I'm sorry Mistress." Joanne said and looked at the floor in shame.

"Finger me now you black whore." Claire ordered Michelle, "However, then I heard the next conversation where you declared that you were our slave and I was proud of you."

Joanne looked up again in hope, thinking that maybe she wasn't going to get punished more, she also then saw the sad look on Michelle's face as she pumped two fingers into Claire's wet, delicious pussy.

"However, I needed to teach this fucking bitch a lesson," Claire said, "You see, Michelle's wealthy, powerful parents are very conservative and they wouldn't like knowing that their only daughter is a dyke."

Oh god, they're blackmailing Michelle now? Joanne thought.

"In fact," Claire continued, "Michelle's dad is running for mayor, and if the video of Michelle talking to you about you being blackmailed and taking you for herself ever got out, he would be ruined."

"I see." Joanne said with mixed emotions. Happy that she wasn't in trouble, but also feeling guilty for Michelle's now downfall.

"Do you see?" Claire said directed at Michelle, "You ungrateful bitch."

"Y-yes." Michelle said, her voice filled with shame.

"I gave you a company to run, a slut to use all you want and all you had to do was enjoy, but you couldn't do that, could you?" Claire said to her.

"N-no, Mistress." Michelle stuttered back.

Claire held Michelle's beautiful hair tight, keeping her an inch from her pussy.

"And I thought we were friends," Claire said and shoved Michelle's mouth back to her pussy, "But I guess I own you now as well."

Oh my god, this is crazy. Joanne thought.

However torn she was, she couldn't take her eyes away from the sexual act in front of her.

Michelle's beautiful, dark skinned face pleasing Claire's delicious pussy.

Claire spread her legs wider and started to moan a little louder from Michelle's tongue.

"Oh yeah, right there you black bitch," Claire moaned, "To think I waited so many years to use your dyke talent for myself."

Michelle's pussy was lapping at Claire's clit like it was an ice cream, making her remember when they had sex on her bed at home. Joanne couldn't help but find herself getting turned on.

"Fuck yes... yes... right there you fucking slut!" Claire moaned, "Just wait until Jason gets a go in your black cunt!"

Michelle's eyes shot wide open when she heard this.

"I don't give a fuck if your gay, you're going to be taking a lot of dick from now on!" Claire warned.

Joanne's heart broke for Michelle, knowing exactly what emotions she was going through.

Claire's moaning grew louder and louder and Joanne knew from experience that she was close to cumming, at which point Joanne realised she was jealous not to taste her Mistress's pussy.

"Fuuuckkk!" Claire moaned and her legs twitched around Michelle's head, her orgasm ripping through her body.

"Oh yeah, that was great." Claire moaned, she then grabbed Michelle's hair and yanked her head back, "What do you say?" She asked Michelle.

"T-thank you, Mistress." Michelle stuttered back.

Then Claire turned her attention to Joanne.

"Slave, pull your pants down and spread your legs." She ordered.

"W-what?" Joanne asked, not expecting to hear that.

"Do as your told, this black whore is going to make you cum." Claire said sternly.

Joanne looked down at Michelle, her eyes were filled with sadness, but Joanne there was nothing she could do to help.

"Do not disobey me you fucking slut!" Claire barked at her.

"Sorry Mistress." Joanne quickly said.

She stood up and undid her pants, then pulled them to the ground and sat down on the leather sofa.

"Black slut, crawl to her." Claire ordered.

Without saying a word, Michelle, humiliated crawled across the office until she was in between Joanne's legs. It was clear when Michelle realised that Joanne was wet as her eyes shot wide open and looked at her.

Joanne felt more guilt, knowing that Michelle knew she was turned on by this.

"Black slut, ask to lick her cunt." Claire ordered.

Michelle looked at Joanne in the eyes, sadness taking her over.

"Please... Please can I lick your cunt?" Michelle whispered.

"O-okay." Joanne said back to her.

She looked over at Claire who was smiling from the desk, How have I become a part in this sick blackmail, I feel so guilty, Joanne thought.

"Thank you." Michelle whispered.

She watched as Michelle's soft, dark hands pressed against Joanne's thick, white thighs and spread them a little further apart. Then her mouth opened and Joanne let out a moan when Michelle's tongue pressed against her swollen clit.

"Oooh god." Joanne moaned, not able to hide her pleasure.

"So, white slave," Claire said and stood up, "Tell me what has happened between the two of you that made Michelle think she could steal you."

Joanne looked down at Michelle who was almost pleading with her eyes as she ran her soft, wet tongue around Joanne's clit, sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.

Joanne wanted to help, but she knew she couldn't lie to her Mistress.

"Michelle had me make her cum a lot whilst at work," Joanne said, "Then one day, she came to my house, but that was different."

Joanne let out a little moan of pleasure and looked down at Michelle who had hurt in her eyes, knowing that Joanne was about to betray her.

"We had sex, not like the normal way, this was passionate, loving." Joanne moaned out.

"Tell me exactly what happened." Claire ordered.

Joanne was too far gone, she was horny from the licking and knew she would do anything Claire told her.