As the man roughly shoves his cock into your mouth, you choke and gag on it, tears streaming down your face as he begins to thrust harder and faster. The other men continue their relentless assault, taking turns fucking your throat and pounding into your soaking wet pussy. Some even take the opportunity to grope and squeeze your breasts, pinching and twisting the nipples until you're in too much pain to focus on anything else.

Your body is used and abused in ways too degrading to even imagine, each thrust pushing you further into the depths of humiliation and pain. Your eyes are filled with tears as you whimper and beg for mercy, but there is no escape from their lustful fury. Your limbs feel numb from being held down so forcefully and your voice grows hoarse from trying to scream out in agony. The world around you begins to spin and you can feel yourself losing consciousness as they continue to use your helpless form for their pleasure.

You take her hand with trembling gratitude and allow her to help you up off the ground. "My name's Emily," she says, offering a small smile. "I saw what that guy was trying to do...and I couldn't just stand by and let it happen." Her gaze is steady, her expression serious.

"You don't owe me anything," she continues. "But if you need help getting out of here...if you want to start fresh somewhere else..."

Emily chuckles softly at your question. "I guess you could say that," she says with a wry grin. "I've been known to cause a bit of trouble here and there...but not always for bad reasons." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "Look, if you want my help, just say the word. I can get us out of this city and help you start over somewhere new."

The stranger pins you to the ground with surprising strength, his breath hot against your ear as he growls out a warning. "You're not going anywhere, pet." His grip tightens around your wrists, and pain shoots up your arms. It seems that no matter how hard you try, you cannot escape your fate.

"No!" you cry, struggling futilely against his iron grasp. "Please, let me go!"

The stranger laughs darkly, amused by your futile struggles. "Oh, you'll be going somewhere all right," he says, his voice growing sinister, "but it won't be where you think." He releases one of your wrists long enough to fish a collar out of his pocket, slapping it around your neck before snapping the leash into place.

"Now we're even," he murmurs, hauling you back to your feet. "You're my pet now."