Bachelorette Party – Final Humiliation

The night before the wedding, Dorothy took you to her closest friend’s private estate — a large, secluded farm on the outskirts of the capital.

Vanessa (the raven-haired futa with the thickest cock) greeted you both at the entrance with a wicked smile.

“Tonight is Slutcunt’s official bachelorette party,” Dorothy announced, handing your leash to Vanessa. “I want her completely ruined before she says ‘I do’ tomorrow.”

Vanessa grinned. “I’ve prepared everything.”

She led you both to the large, well-lit barn behind the main house. Inside, several pens and stalls had been cleared and arranged in a circle.

There were animals of all kinds:

Two large stallions

A muscular donkey

Three big boars

Several goats

A bull

And a group of large dogs (including two mastiffs)

Vanessa pushed you into the center of the barn, still wearing only your sheer babydoll dress.

“Strip,” she ordered.

You obeyed. The dress was pulled off, leaving you completely naked except for your pink collar and steel chastity cage.

Dorothy sat comfortably on a raised chair like a queen, sipping wine, while Vanessa began the night’s entertainment.

For the next several hours, you were used by every animal on the farm.

Vanessa and Dorothy made sure you were fucked by each one in turn, often while the others watched.

The stallions were first — their massive, flared cocks stretching you to your absolute limit. You screamed and drooled as one after another mounted you, pumping huge loads deep into your guts.

The donkey was even rougher, his thick cock battering your insides while Vanessa held your head down.

The boars were filthy and aggressive, mounting you with grunting, sloppy thrusts, covering you in their musky scent.

The goats were smaller but incredibly energetic, taking turns fucking your mouth and ass while their hooves scraped your back.

The bull was saved for last. His enormous cock nearly broke you — stretching you so wide you nearly blacked out as he bred you long and hard.

Throughout it all, Dorothy watched with dark satisfaction, occasionally coming over to stroke your hair or whisper in your ear:

“This is your real bachelorette party, Slutcunt. Getting fucked by animals the night before you become my wife.”

By the end of the night, you were a complete wreck.

You lay in the middle of the barn, covered head to toe in animal cum, piss, and filth. Your holes were gaping and leaking constantly. Your voice was destroyed. Your mind was barely holding on.

Vanessa crouched beside you and laughed.

“She’s ready. Completely broken.”

Dorothy stood up and gently stroked your matted hair.

“Good girl,” she whispered lovingly. “Tomorrow you become my wife… but tonight, you’re just a farm whore.”

She clipped the leash back on.

“Come, Slutcunt. Let’s get you cleaned up just enough for the wedding.”