Joni's Public Disgrace

'Where the fuck is my money? Seriously, what have you done with it?' He'd got home to find her sulking in the corner chair. Apparently, she couldn't find the money they had saved up for the furniture she wanted. He last saw it in her hand and she said she'd moved it somewhere safe.

'Baby, I don't know what's happened. You saw the money too. It's not my fault.' She said as she started to cry.

He wasn't having any of this bullshit. 'Don't start that shit, I don't give a fuck. You had the money, said it was safe, now where is it?' He grabbed her by the hair and turned her head so she had to look at him, in the eyes, instead of sitting there like a naughty school girl.

'Please baby, don't do this to me, not again.' She begged, fearing a beating was coming her way, the same as the last time she fucked up with his money. That time he got really mad with her, slapped her to the floor and even kicked her. He felt bad about it after, but not that bad. The bitch enjoyed it anyway, at least if the way she sucked his cock after was anything to go by.

He grabbed her chin forcefully, squeezing so her mouth crunched up and opened. 'All you talk is shit you dumb fucking cunt. I work, hard, come home and what? You've lost the fucking money. Where is it?' The anger was real, visceral, he was pissed off and not in the mood for sob stories or tears. He wiped her eyes roughly and told her that any more of that and he'd give her something to cry about.

'I, I'm sorry baby.' She whimpered, holding back her sobs. 'I don't want to let you down, it, it, wasn't my fault.

'Save it you idiot.' He pulled at her hair. 'Get up, get the fuck up. Over here. Quickly. Fucking do it.' He literally dragged her to the counter, where the money was. 'Get on your fucking knees.' He shouted as he forced her down hard by the hair.

'Argh, baby, you are hurting me, please don't do this.'

'Fuck you Joni, fuck your stupid cunt pain, I want my fucking money. Where the fuck is it?' He made her, on her knees, dress up around her big round ass, look in those drawers, inspect every inch. He started pulling things out and throwing them. He threw a book at her.

She really could not find the money. She so badly wanted to, to make him happy again, to show him she loved him and was sorry. But he was not in the mood for anything she had to say.

He grabbed her by the left arm and just dragged her, kicking, scrambling to keep up with him, to the spare room. He looked at her with hate in his eyes at that moment. He spat at her face, got really close to her, she could see his muscles tensing and his gaze a horrible expression. Fear rattled through her body, she started to shake.

'You fucking scared are you? Huh? Dumb cunt. Look at you. You are a fucking disgrace.'

'Please leave me alone.' She had no power in her words, no conviction. She knew the drill. Better to let him get it over with than to resist. He started slapping her, harder and harder, across her face. It was so pretty. It pissed him off that he had to behave like this and that angered him more, made him want to hit her harder.

'You make me do this, why?' He shouted. 'You wind me up, every fucking day. Do you like this? You fucking like it.' He said as he kicked her shoulder to force her to the ground. He stood over her, spat again on her face. 'Where is my fucking money?'

He moved away and instructed her to search the wardrobe. He was impatient and started pulling at the clothes inside, falling, as they were, on her. She was covered in shirts, scarfs, belts. He grabbed a belt and as she desperately got to her knees to search, he whacked her across the back 'hurry up, hurry the fuck up.'

It was no lie that he had problems with himself. He knew beating her turned him on, a mix of violence and sex. As much as he said she deserved, needed it even, he needed it, the release. He felt his cock harden in his tight jeans.

'So no money huh?'

'N...no, I can't find it.' She said meekly, ashamedly.

Then you will have to pay for this. Fucking dumb cunt. You will pay. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her across the floor, through the door way and back to the living room. Her dress was now above her waist. He looked between her thighs and saw her pussy through her skimpy panties. 'Are you fucking wet?' He screamed. Seriously, you are one sick fucking bitch. Get the fuck up.

She scrambled to her feet and he launched at her neck, waking her dangerously quickly, she backwards, to the wall. He pushed her up hard and forced a hand into he knickers.

'You are a fucking whore. Look at you!!' He pressed into her and she could feel the bulge in his pants.

She thought best to just touch him there, calm him. Yes, she was wet. She looked at the power in his eyes and felt the tension in his body up against hers.

'What are you doing?' He moved her hand and slapped across her face hard. 'I will tell you when you can touch that.' He stepped back and slapped her again, spitting as his did on her chest, on her top.

'Please baby, let me relax you. I am so sorry for this. Let me touch you, make you cum.' Her eyes were soft and warm, she had given up her rights to fight back, she let him have her completely. Now, all she wanted was to take out his thick cock, make it hard for him and let him release his anger on her pussy.

'You are fucking mad. You think you can trick me into fucking you? You worthless asshole, I am not fucking you now. You fucking owe me. I want my money. How the fuck will you get my money by fucking me? Huh? You think you are worth paying? You are not worth shit. Fuck you.'

She burst into tears. She felt herself collapse against the wall and slip to her ass, sitting there, useless, hopeless. It angered him as her false shows of emotion always do. He put his foot on her head and forcibly guided it to the floor, leaving her no choice but to lay out almost straight. He held it there, pressing her into the ground. Next, he knelt and started slapping her face again. He liked doing that.

'You've gone one step too far this time. You won't get away with this. What is this shit with losing my money? Are you stealing from me you bitch?' He said menacingly.

'No baby, please, I am sorry.' She begged him to leave her alone, take her pussy instead. 'Please fuck me, hurt me baby, hurt my pussy. I know I am stupid. You are right, I am worthless. I need you. Please hurt my pussy. Fuck me however you like.'

'Shut your dirty cunt of a mouth.' He ordered. But ideas were coming. Bad ones, very bad ideas. He was a sick sonofabitch, but so far had never taken it beyond the confines of the house in which they lived.

She noticed the strange expression come over his face, like he was imspired, happy almost. It frightened the shit out of her. Last time, it involved having her pussy stuffed with a huge object as he forced his cock up her tight ass. That hurt her a lot, she would have preferred a beating to that pain.

'Baby, please, not again, please don't hurt me like you did before.'

'You what? You think you decide do you? He was pissed off big style with her complaining. He punched her this time, in the mouth, not hard, but enough to make her lower lip bleed a little.

In a rage he ripped at her clothes, tearing them off her hot body. He grabbed her tits and pulled on her nipples, slapped her ass, hit her with her shoes. She was naked being led back into the spare room. 'Put on those leather pants and a short top.' He ordered. 'Do it quickly, fucking hurry up.'

She did it, wondering why she had to dress like that as he didn't want to fuck her, but she knew those pants turned him on.

Her make up was a mess. Perfect. He pulled the band from her hair. It hurt the way he did it, like he had no respect for her. 'Get another. Make pigtails.'

She did her hair in seconds. He ordered her to wear high heels, knowing she could not walk far in them. It made her look cheap. She was cheap today. She was in debt, worthless. A useless cunt.

He moved around the flat collecting up his stuff: keys, wallet, phone. Once ready, he told her to get her bag. She did as was instructed. Then, he held her hand gently and told her to be a good girl as they were going out.

She did not know whether it was now over, he had had a change of heart. But she knew him better and it frightened her immensely. Something bad was going to happen to her, she just knew it.

In the elevator, he pulled down her top, revealing one of her lovely, light brown tits. He made her nipple hard. They reached the ground floor and she went to tuck it away.

'Who told you to do that?' He smirked.

'But we are going outside.'

'I don't care what you think idiot. Just leave it as I want it. I want you tit out, so it stays out.' He barked this order as he pulled her along out of the lift. She was so self-conscious, nervous, felt exposed.

They got out into the bright sunlight of the afternoon. There were a few people wandering by, but no one seemed to notice the slut with her tit hanging out get into the passenger seat, or rather be pushed into the seat, of the white Jeep.

He knew the white men liked to hang out around the beach area, so he headed there. He wanted white men because they are more liberal with their sex lives and, he felt, more likely to have money to pay for his slut, desperate as many were, going without sex for a long time. Men in from ships, army guys on a day's rest, plant workers, businessmen. Yes, plenty of men who will pay a small amount to use this bitch.

She was afraid to ask even where they were going. She just sat there, frightened, tired, in shock really, unable to focus. But she felt a tingle in her legs. He was an arsehole, but somehow it always turned her on. Even her memories of the ass-fucking make her wet, as painful as it was.

'You are going to earn some money now, do you hear me?' He looked across at her, decided to get her other tit out, pulled her top right down.

'How? I don't have a job baby.' She muttered.

'Did you not hear me? I said you are going to make that money back.'

'What do you want from me? You are scaring me now.' Her voice was becoming irritated. She even raised her tone, like she was getting fed up and felt that a fight back was needed.

He jammed on the breaks, got out, went to her side. 'Get the fuck out.' He screamed.

She felt her head jerk sharply, causing her pain. She was out of the car, dragged out like a ragdoll. 'Does he not care about me at all?' She thought.

A passerby was approaching. He was an old white man, about 60, wearing shorts and a blue vest. As he got close, he caught a glimpse of Joni, looking disheveled and baring her little breasts to the world. He was distracted. 'Look at that old pervert staring at your tits. If I were in the wrong mood, I'd knock the cunt out. But not today hahahahaha.' He laughed in her face. It terrified her. 'Hey, come over here. I can see you staring. Get a good look.'

The old man was hesitant. But as with all men, he followed his cock. He approached Joni and her husband pushed her into him. 'Have a feel you old cunt, go on.' The man cautiously touched her right breast. It was soft and warm in his hand. She was young he thought, how long since he'd touched such a woman?

'Put your hand down his shorts.' The husband barked.

Joni was too embarrassed, too ashamed. But she did as she was told. She felt her way into his shorts and felt a little dick in there. That made it worse. She was only turned on by bigger cocks. She hated being fucked by little guys.

'Get on your knees and suck it.'

She took it out squeamishly. It reminded her of an old lover, if you could call him that. He too had a tiny willy, pointless, cumless. But she started sucking the little thing until it stiffened in her mouth. Regardless of the size, she couldn't help but enjoy that feeling. Her husband forced her face all the way to his balls, holding her there, as if she choke anyway, on this small dick.

The old man clearly hadn't been getting much and the whole thrill of it had him moaning in minutes. He shot his load unexpectedly in Joni's mouth. It was not a lot of cum, nothing for her chin, to dribble on her tits. She just swallowed it and tried to get up.

'You fucking whore. And you, now fuck off.' He spoke to the old man with the respect he had for Joni - none. 'Get back in the car you dirty piece of shit, and wipe your mouth.'

She got in silently. She had been slapped, punched, laughed at, spat on, and now forced to suck cock on the side of the road in broad daylight. But she knew it would only get worse.

'Fuck you. That one was for free. Now you make me some money, do you understand?' As he asked, he punched her again, this time just for the sake of it.

As the car returned to the beach road, he looked at her and said 'you know this is for your own good, don't you?' He couldn't help but pity the woman, sitting there, with a bruise on her cheek and a dried cut on her lower lip.

'Yes, I am sorry. Do what you want, I don't care now.' Her voice was empty, nothing but the words, no tone, no extra meaning.

'Don't be so hard on yourself. You will have a good time making that money back. Sorry for the bruise, but sometimes I just want to hit you baby.' He wasn't sorry, just warming her up. 'Put your hand between your legs, rub yourself a little for me. You just made him cum, what about you?'

That's what she had first loved about him, that he always cared about her sexual wellbeing. He made her cum like no one before. She remembered those days every time he became abusive. Her hand slipped into her panties and she was surprised to find the cotton moist. The outer lips of her cunt were damp to the touch and she found her way inside a little and then up to her clit.

He watched from the corner of his eye, cruel thoughts forming in his sickening mind. He noticed her breathing and knew she was close to cumming.

'Get you hand out of your cunt. Stop that now. Fucking bitch. You think this is a game?' He jammed the breaks, not to stop, but to jolt her forwards in the seat.

Joni panicked and removed her hand immediately. 'But you...' Her sentence remained incomplete as he flicked his hand across the car and caught her just bellow the left eye. He repeated but firmer, he was hitting her face now. 'Fucking cunt rubbing slut. You make me my money before you pull shit like that again.'

The trembling was obvious, but she was horny. Joni was a mess, emotionally feeling drained, in pain, and now squirming at the top of her thighs.

'I am going to make you suck dick. Do you understand? You will suck who I say, when I say.' He also told her that this was what she owed him, to humiliate herself, to disgrace herself in a public place all for money. Just to repay him some cash that she probably hadn't lost anyway.

'Oh my god.' She thought. Images came into her head, of what he'd just made her do, of what she was going to have to do. All she wanted at that moment was to go home and hide from the world. But the taste of cum was still fresh in her mouth and she could not deny it - her pussy was still damp, wet almost. She closed her eyes and tried to let herself go completely. Surrender was her best and safest course of action.

The truth was that Joni couldn't win. He was frustrated when she cried, when she tried to defend herself. Now, increasingly, he was pissed off with her sudden calm. 'The bitch is enjoying this. Fucking whore creates these situations, acting all dumb and innocent all the time, like she doesn't have a clue what's going on. Fucking tart winds me up.' With that thought, he sped up, weaving in and out of traffic, almost hitting the car less brave that wanted to actually stop at the amber lights.

The green light came and he turned left, past the hotel and swung into the car park. He leapt out, walked around to the passenger door, opening it wide as a hand lurched in and dragged the limp woman out by the hair.

She would not show her pain, neither her discomfort. She would remain calm, accepting of whatever was coming her way. And a lot was coming, her way.

'You're a mess, look at you!' He looked at her as he spoke. Her make up was smudged around her eyes, lipstick all over her cheeks and spread up to her nose and down her chin. There were small white stains around her mouth from the old man's cum. Her top was stretched and loose, tits still half out. And those leather pants, the kind a girl wears when she wants to get laid, just added to the slut-like appearance she had. The heels were too high for her, bought for his pleasure in the bedroom, not for walks along the beachside.

He led her to the side of a small hotel, one with a bar attached, where expats, mostly white males, came to drink and eat. There were people wandering around, but not so many ventured this side. It was perfect. He didn't want to get caught by the police any more than she did. But with adrenaline flowing and lost in his own violence, he was going through with this. He was going to disgrace this wife of his once and for all.

He pushed her up against a wall, pulled her leather pants down to the bottom of her ass, her luscious cheeks, plump, sticking out a good few inches from her still clad thighs. He turned her 'face the wall.'

She faced the wall. Her hands were placed for her, up high and outstretched. She liked to be put in submissive positions, enjoyed it, so she closed her eyes and tried to forget that she was outside, in the late afternoon.

He saw a group of four men returning to their cars, laughing and mouthing off at each other, probably a bit drunk after the late lunchtime beer they'd consumed. He called out 'lads, over here. 'See this girl?' They all looked, a bit shocked, but pleasantly surprised. 'She needs some cash and wants to know if you guys will pay 15 each to cum on her.'

Two stepped forward, one saying 'you for real mate?' The other 'is this some set up? What the fuck's she doing out here like that?'

'Don't worry, it's all good mate.' Her husband said. 'Have a little squeeze, you'll see she's alright. Fantasy shit, know what I mean?'

The four grouped together, should they? Fuck it, why not. The two who'd done the talking approached her. 'Alright darling, let's have a look at you.' One said as she felt two pairs of hands begin to grope her breast and her ass.

'Come on then, give us the cash, it's 60 for the lot of you.' Said the husband to the other two. They were well-built, looked like they worked in Oil and Gas, probably engineers, back from a desert stint. The money was handed over. Sixty rials is fuck all to these guys for a bit of random fun like this.

One by one they took out their dicks. Three of them were the average types. But one, he had a pretty damned big dick. 'Yes boys, use this whore. But no fucking her.' The husband demanded. 'She wants it all over her, don't you?' He held his wife's neck, turned her, and made her look, one by one, at the four hard cocks before her eyes.

'You like that one, you dirty little cunt.' He whispered in her ear, making her focus on the thick, long cock closest to her. 'Get on your knees and suck it. Earn your fucking money, lazy little slut.' He pushed down, but needn't have bothered as she slumped to her knees almost voluntarily. Staring at the guy, now wanking an inch from her pretty face, she reached out a hand and put her fingers around it.

'Fuck man, she's a right little whore.' One of the guys said to the other two, hoping he'd get those juicy lips around his cock next.

'Come on, we haven't got all day, suck that fucking cock.' Her husband had grabbed her head and was making her choke on the stranger's huge shaft. She tried to cough, spit dripping down her throat, but he shoved her head back, and pulled it forth, back and forth, making her hard fuck him with her dirty mouth.