Baby Girl

~^~ Being a nobody wasn't something I thought my life would turn out like, after being dumped by my parents I thought I would find my forever home, but it never happened. A lot of people would love to be invisible but sometimes it wasn't worth it. I remember the day as if it was yesterday, when I was taken from the street to be a slave for a rich man, no one came to look for me. No one cared for me, I was stuck here. I wasn't sure how long I slept, but I certainly didn't feel rested. I opened my eyes to find Jordan untying me. He grabbed the leash that was still attached to the collar he placed on me earlier. "Come on, slut. You need to get cleaned up. We're ready for more." I sat up and started to follow him but stopped. "No!" I yelled. "Please I don't want to do anything like this... please let me go. You all had your fun. Let me go now and I won't go to the police!" Jordan smirked and then roughly pulled the leash, and I fell face down on the bed. He picked me up like someone would a rag doll, lifting me up to my feet and gripped my throat in one hand and squeezed my right breast with the other. "Listen, b***h. You're not getting out of this until we decide it's over. You can fight back if you wish, but then we'll just hold you down and torture you even more. Or you can accept that we are going to use and abuse for as long as we want and just let yourself enjoy it like you did earlier. Your choice," Jordan snarled. Jordan realised his grip on me, leading me by the leash attached to my neck. Like a damn dog, I of course followed him. There was no point in running. A few moments later we came to a door and he stopped, opening it up and pushed me inside. I stumbled a little by the force of the push, looking around I noticed it was a small washroom, "Clean yourself up and don't be long," Jordan said, he went to leave before facing me again, "We are waiting." I gulped as he closed the door leaving me inside the washroom, I looked around and noticed that there wasn't much in the room – a sink, a toilet, a stand-up shower, some soap, and a wash cloth. I cleaned myself up the best I could, cupping my hands together to make a bowl like shape and drank the water. A few gulps went by satisfying myself for now, I knew deep down that Jordan was right I wasn't getting out of here, I would love to beg and plead but it'll get me nowhere. I took a deep breath and walked out of the room. Blinking at the harsh laughter and squinted a little, I noticed one of the other guys Ryan standing on the side, he took the lead and led me to a room. The room was large and there were no windows. Random pieces of furniture were spread throughout – some "normal" like the bed and a few chairs and tables and some very odd looking pieces. I noticed now that the large X-shaped frame had restraints at each point. What I thought was a pummel horse was just that. There were a couple of cages, a few weird-looking benches, and hanging up at various spots around the room were all kinds of tools and toys. There were riding crops, floggers, paddles, dildos and butt plugs of all sizes, chains, ropes . . . it was too much to take in. I stepped back into the door of the washroom and all three men smiled at me. Jeremy stepped closer and I began to cry. "Don't you like what you see, Allison? Isn't this the kind of thing you've always fantasized about? We're going to do so many delicious things to you and you're going to f*****g love it." I looked at the floor – terrified, ashamed, and yes, aroused. I could already feel the wetness between my legs. There were so many nights I lay awake next to my sleeping husband playing out scenarios just like this one in my mind. I never, ever expected any of it to actually happen and now that it was, I was caught between the excitement of enjoying my fantasy and the fear of just how real it all was. Ryan took the leash in his hand. "Get down on all fours." I didn't hesitate this time. I just did as I was told. I crawled behind him until he stopped in front of one of the weird-looking benches. Ryan pulled me to my feet and instructed me to kneel on the bench. I was on all fours with my belly leaning against a bar that propped my ass into the air. They strapped my legs and my arms down. Then Jeremy twisted the collar so the leash was at the back of my neck. He attached it to something above me so that my head was held in place. Everyone was silent for several minutes. I heard a faint rustling behind me, but I couldn't tell what they were doing until I felt something come down on my ass. I cried out more from the shock than from the pain. They continued to lightly whip my bottom while Jordan pulled up a chair and sat in front of me. He began playfully swatting at my breasts, first with his hands and then with a riding crop. All at once, they stopped. They rubbed my ass and t**s for a moment and then started again, only this time it wasn't light. Pain shot through me and I screamed and tried to twist away. "Keep screaming, Allison. Scream as loud as you want. No one can hear you," Ryan said as he laughed. I couldn't help but scream. The pain was too much. Relief washed over me when they stopped, but it didn't last. They undid my restraints and removed the collar. They carried me to an exam table and forced my legs into stirrups. I was restrained me so tightly I could barely squirm, "What a pretty p***y you have, Allison," Jordan spoke, he stood between my legs and traced my labia with his fingers. "So soft," he ran his tongue up my slit, "and so sweet." I quivered and clenched hoping this would be the pleasure to follow the pain. I let out the loudest scream of my life when crop came down on my clit. I tried with every muscle in my body to pull against the restraints, but these men had done such a wonderful job. Jordan continued to abuse my cunt, stopping every few strokes to flick my clit with the edge of the crop. By the time he stopped, I felt like there was a fire between my legs. Jordan, Ryan and Hector now stood at the end of the table, their hands pulling and prodding at my p***y lips, slipping fingers in and out of my opening, and squeezing my clit. "Look how nice and red she is now," Hector remarked. "I can't wait any longer to ram my c**k into her." With that, they slowly untied me and carried me to the bed, positioning me on all fours. Hector knelt behind me and grabbed my hips. Without any warning, he thrust into me. I felt his fingers in my hair and he pulled my head back, one hand still on my hip. Hector thrusted his c**k in and out as fast and hard as he could, I forgot how to breathe for a second. Wait was I enjoying this? I couldn't be. Ryan knelt in front of him, his clock slapping me in the face, my mouth was open as I looked at him, almost drooling at this point. He smirked and held himself just out of reach from my tongue, "Tell me what you want, Allison." I was silent for a few moments shaking my head, for some reason my body wanted this, I looked at him with the biggest eyes and said, "I want you to f**k my mouth. Please, please f**k my mouth. I need your c**k inside me!" "As you wish," and he slammed the entire length of himself down my throat. "It's so great to see you finally accepting your place. You're enjoying this, aren't you Allison? Is this everything you've wanted?" I mumbled a "yes" through my c**k-stuffed mouth. I wondered, briefly, where Jordan was, but I could barely focus on a thought as Ryan and Jeremy f****d me from each end. All at once they stopped and I let out a sigh of disappointment. "No worries, Allison," I heard Jordan say. "I'm just trying to get in on the action." They held me up so I was on my knees and Jordan climbed underneath of me. Ryan and Jeremy let go of my arms and without hesitation and impaled myself on Jordan. I felt the familiar cool gel run down my ass as Jeremy gripped my hips one more time. Before I had a chance to protest, Ryan retook his place in my mouth. With as much aggression as Jeremy had with my p***y, he took my ass. The world disappeared while I f****d all three men at once. Any discomfort I felt at first dissipated quickly as we all got into a rhythm. I never wanted it to end. I could feel each man start to throb and they got closer to climaxing. Hands worked their way around my entire body, pulling at my breasts, my hips and ass, my hair, stroking my face . . . I had no idea which hands belonged to whom. I couldn't hold back any longer. I screamed my orgasm into Ryan's crotch as my p***y clenched around Jordan's shaft and I arched my back pushing myself further onto Jeremy. It wasn't long before I was filled with each man's c*m. We all collapsed on the bed, panting and sweating. Ryan stroked my face before gripping my throat, "What do you say, Allison?" I gulped and looked up at them, I knew my place and knew who I was, I was nothing more than a slave to them, "Thank you. Thank you for f*****g me and making me cum." Jordan stroked my hair, "Good girl. You understand your place now, don't you? And it's exactly what you've always wanted, isn't it." "Yes," I panted. "This is everything I ever dreamed of." I felt myself starting to drift off and in my semi-conscious state I could have sworn I saw another figure in the corner of the room. Too tired to lift my head, I shrugged it off and fell asleep covered in sweat and c*m.