After about ten minutes of quiet conversation, the five men included me in their discussion. Jack asked, "You're willing to let us bind you as we see fit?"
I answered him with my own question, "Do I have a choice?"
"Well, yes. You have the choice of being our prisoner, or theirs."
"Somehow I don't think that's a choice."
"It's the only choice you have!"
I didn't answer with words, but held my hands out together to them. The men understood, and made quick work of securely binding my hands, installing a collar and leash, then tying my ankles together once they'd put me on my horse. The men had mounted their horses, when Jack moved next to me to say. "Very soon it may be that you'll be the object of sexual release for many men. Do you still want to do this?"
I nodded yes.
"This is your last chance to change your mind!"
"I know. Now let's go!"
Jack leaned to me and freely explored my body with his hands, which reacted by becoming aroused. He smiled at me while he explored the interior of my pussy with his fingers, and battered my clit while he did so. He kept it up until I was nearly taken by the sensations, then he quit, and pinched my erect nipples. I gasped in pain when he did that, but he just raised the pressure until I whimpered, as the tears were rolling down my cheeks from the pain and anger at his mistreatment.
Jack sat back and laughed at my reactions, then took the reins of my horse and led us up the ravine to the waiting sentries posted there.
My poor nipples were sore from the abuse Jack mete out to them, and at the same time I was near climax and getting closer as my horse moved under me. We'd started climbing rather steeply, and when I leaned forward to stay on my horse, my clit came into contact with her backbone. Finally I couldn't help myself anymore, and just leaned down on her, trying to hold on while my body shook with the sensations of climax. I was doing that when the sentries at the top of the ravine stopped us.
"HOLD!" came the booming order from the sentry directly in front of us. At the same time he spoke, six or eight more appeared around us, and took hold of our horses reins at the bits. It's hard for me to clearly remember what was said, or how long it took before the sentries let us pass; it's hard to remember anything that happens when your riding the crest of a series of climaxes, the way I was at the time!
By the time I'd regained some self control, we were on our way, the sentries were out of sight behind us.
We'd been riding steadily for most of the morning when Lance called a halt for the noon meal. Lance took me from my horse, putting me on the ground. I'd begun to get my feet back when they put me back on the horse, and retied my feet under her belly.
"Lance, is this really necessary?"
"What necessary?"
"To tie my feet this way."
Lance, who was sitting on his own horse waiting for the rest to get ready to go, reined his horse up next to mine. "Sandy, if you think you'd like to get through this, and stay with us, you'll not make an other comment about if the bonds are needed or not." As he spoke he caressed my sore nipples, making them stand up hard and defined. "If you didn't want the kind of attention you're going to get, then you should have told us you didn't want to go with this plan, which I might add, you suggested."
All the while he spoke, Lance was taking more liberties with me than I ever dreamed possible on the back of a horse.
"I just wondered, that's all!" I retorted to his opening comment. He'd found my love button and was lavishly abusing the poor thing. "It's just that Jack did..." My breath caught as his fingers did their work. "that, this morning, and...." Again my voice was cut short by the overload Lance was creating in my crotch, "I climaxed all, al, OOH..."
It was no use to try and talk to him about it, Lance just kept up his abuse, and even invaded the interior of my body with his fingers much the same way Jack had at the bottom of the ravine this morning. The biggest difference was that Lance didn't cut me short by pinching my nipples, instead he made sure I was all but in orbit before he took the reins of my horse, and led my away.
I climaxed repeatedly that afternoon, nearly falling from my horse on more than one occasion as we slowly approached the small, dirty, collection of low tents that was our destination. I couldn't stop the repeated quakes I felt, even when we got to the outskirts of town; so I just clung to the back of my horse and humped the poor things backbone. I was still flying high when we hid in a thicket near the edge of town, while Lance rode in to find accommodations.
The city was really just a large tent camp, not a city at all. There were no permanent buildings, at least none that were intended to be permanent, even though the tent city had been occupied for many years now. There were the usual assortment of services available; Restaurants, Motels, Stables, and Clothiers. There were Doctors, Dentists, Pharmacies, and food stores. The only thing that seemed to be missing, was the counterpart of what was missing in the women's cities; we had no men, and the men had no women.
I grinned to myself at the error of that particular thought. In absolute terms, the City of Towers did have some men in it, and now; this tent city of men wasn't totally without women, unless a population of one is none. For all intents and purposes, I suppose it was true, but not literally. Sitting there on that horse waiting for Lance to return and guide us to our quarters, I had some time to reflect on what had happened to me in the past few weeks.
I'd gone from being a member of the ruling party in the City of Towers, to a prisoner by choice, of this small band of men! I'd also gone from being a thirty-seven year old virgin, to thirty-seven year old nymphomaniac, who knew I would never say no to a man again. The fact that in my present position, I couldn't, didn't bother me a bit. In fact, I soon realized that when I thought of it in those terms, I became aroused!
"Now that's interesting!" I thought, with surprise, to myself, "I'm actually looking forward to the prospect of being raped!" I felt a small smile spread across my face. "I guess I'd better though, it's likely I'll be busy `Entertaining' for the duration of our stay here!" My pussy started to flow with anticipation. "Besides, my body wants it." Was my final thought before I was brought back to the present by the approach of a rider.
Jason, Joe, Jack, and Terry were all instantly at the ready when they detected the approaching rider. I'd been so caught up in my own thoughts of the past few weeks, and what the time here in the tent city was going to be like for me, I hadn't noticed how tense the men had become while we waited for Lance. It alarmed me that I'd been so inattentive to the mood of the men around me, and had missed the building tension; it wouldn't do for me not to pay more attention to those I depended on for everything, including my life.
Lance was in good spirits when he rode up to us, as well he might be, with the good news he was coming to tell us. He laughed at the bristle his companions were in when he arrived, waited for them to relax, then told us about what he had learned.
"First," he began, "I had no problem finding a livery for the horses. The cost is reasonable, and the Smithy is knowledgeable. All our horses should be shod in a day or two."
The other four men took the news and coaxed him to continue.
"Second, I have found us some private accommodations not far from here, in the outlying area before we get into the city proper. We have the exclusive use of a fairly large tent, with enough room for all of us."
"But what about our safety, since we have a woman with us?" It was Joe who interrupted.
"Let me tell you everything, before you start the questions." snapped Lance. "I thought of that while I was there, so I found one of the ruling council." He paused to let his words sink in. "When I found him I quietly told him about our companion. I'm afraid I had to fabricate a bit to convince him that Sandy is worth protecting, but he finally took me with him to the other members of the council, and they have agreed to put us under their official protection while we are here."
"And what did that cost?" asked Terry.
"Us, nothing. Sandy, will have to pay for this favor." Lance turned to me when he said that. "I was going to find another way to tell you this, but I may as well have it out right up front." Lance moved to directly in front of me, and continued. "I told them that you were a renegade from the City of Towers." He seemed at a loss for words to go on for the moment.
"Please, do go on." I coaxed, curious as to how I was to pay for our protection, and feeling like I probably knew the answer. His blush gave it away, but I wanted him to say it to me directly. I wanted him to tell me, in front of his men, how he had offered my body to the counsel, in return for our safety!
Lance stumbled around for the words at first, then finally just spit it out. "Ah, well, you see." I could feel my nipples harden at the thought of what he was about to say. "What I told them was that you liked to. Well, you know, like to be with men." Lance was at least ten shades of red darker by now. "And I told them you wouldn't mind if they tried you out."
He was right, but didn't know it, at least not yet he didn't, and I was enjoying the embarrassment he was obviously feeling at offering my services to whomever he'd offered them to.
He stumbled on for a while longer. "I didn't mean to put words in your mouth, but I had to find some way to get the counsel to grant us, you, protection. I hope it doesn't piss you off that I did it." He finished lamely, in a rush.
The humor of the situation was almost too much to bear, and I nearly broke out in laughter. Somehow I found some measure of control, and asked him, "Does it matter if what you told them is OK with me or not?"
Lance looked at me blankly.
"I think it's nice that it matters to you if I'm upset at what you told them. But, does it really matter?"
His face was still blank, without comprehension.
I finally said, "Look at who's tied to her horse, and then think about if it really matters!"
Lance finally began to understand what I was saying.
"If I want to stay alive, I've got to do what you, or the others, tell me to do without question." I paused to let my words sink in. "If that means accept every cock in the city, I have to do that without a whimper." Again I stopped to let the words sink in.
"Now! I have one last thought on the subject of my approval of what you tell others what I will or won't do. For that matter, whether you offer my services to anyone or not, is up to you, not me. I accepted all that as true when we had the discussion about this charade in the forest. I like the idea that you care about me enough to worry if I will be upset by your words, but I think there is some danger to us, and especially me, if anyone outside our small group ever hears a conversation in which I am asked how I feel about anything!"
"If I am your prisoner, and for me to survive, I must be; then what I think, or how I feel, has nothing to do with what you will do with, or to me. I'll thank you, not to let those kind of words escape your lips again while their effect can be so drastic! I have no desire to die at the hands of these strangers, because you display some kind of caring for me!"
I stopped my little speech, and looked around the group of men I'd come to like, and respect. While I looked at each of them in turn, I reflected on the depth of the meaning of my words, and that I was giving these five men permission to use and abuse me as they saw fit. After all, they were going to do what they wanted to me anyway! They must, if we were to come through here as a group, and alive. I finally said, "And that means all of you, not just Lance."
The men were silent for a long while, as they took in the full meaning of what I'd just said. I watched them as they came to the realization that they were just as much called upon to act a part as I was in this charade. It was Jason who found his voice first this time.
"You're right, you know. For our plan to be successful, we do have to act as if we don't have any concern for how you feel, or what you think."
"Yes." I responded, "That's the way it is."
Terry slowly walked the few steps to where I was bound on my tethered horse, and as he moved his hands over my stomach, and found my saturated pussy, he said. "I take what you said to mean we are free to take advantage of you as we see fit anytime we please."
My body shook violently as he roughly fingered my clit, and all I could do was squeak a high pitched, "You'd better! An.. And often!" before I was bucking out of control on his fingers, my eyes wide open, but all I could see were stars as I was launched into instant orgasm while the other four men watched Terry drive me out of my mind. The last act I was aware of was to lay back on my horse, allowing him more freedom of movement in and around my pussy. Then the lights went out as I dove headlong into the velvet blackness of my climax.
I vaguely remember the horse moving under me when the men had finished playing with me, but that's all until I awoke in a bed of downy softness. I lay quietly bathing in the warm afterglow of my extended climaxes, and slowly took in my new surroundings.
My first impression was that I was snuggled into the warmth of a bed of soft furs. As my head cleared, I found that impression was correct and that I was in a large, pleasant tent. Slowly I began to hear the subdued conversation of my men, from where they sat together just outside the folds of the tent door. The fading light of day was filtering in through the loosely closed door curtain; and under the eaves of the overhung tent roof where the walls came almost to the stretched roof panels.
It took a while, but I soon discovered that my bonds had been loosened, though not removed, and I could move pretty much as I pleased. I smiled to myself at the gentle cruelties my men thrust upon me, and how I really was fortunate to have fallen into the hands of this particular scouting party. While it was true I was their prisoner, even before we had arrived at this city encampment, they were really a gentle lot, doing as they pleased with me, but at the same time seeing to my welfare.
After a time I began to be able to see clearly and noted the sparseness of furnishings in the large room made by the tent walls. There were five other beds besides the one I was in, but besides that, only a framework made of wood standing in the center of the room. It was the framework that eventually caught my full interest, when I discovered that my bonds were indeed still securely fastened to me, and it.
I soon discovered that I now wore nothing but five long leashes. One from each wrist, and ankle, and a fifth from my neck. "Free enough to sleep in bed, and still completely their prisoner, whore, and slave." I thought to myself, and dipped my fingers into the passion pit between my legs. My body shuddered at my own touch, so I quietly masturbated until oblivion took me, and I slept until my men came and awakened me.