It was still dark out when Lance and my other four men awoke me early the next morning. I was amused at the gentleness of their manner, and the almost apologetic attitude they displayed when they came to arouse me. They were there to tell me it was time for me to go to work, so to speak.
"We can't hold them off any longer." Lance was speaking, "It'll get ugly if we try too." Those were the first words I was awake enough to understand.
"What? Wait. Start over. You're not making sense yet. "In my groggy half asleep state, most of what had been said made no sense at all.
Lance stopped in mid-sentence and watched my face for a while, then finally asked, "Are you awake now? Do you understand me? Do you know where you are?"
I answered, "Yes. Yes. and YES."
Lance continued, "It's time for you to wake up and make yourself available to the men of this camp."
I thought about what Lance had just told me for a few seconds, then replied. "What do you mean make myself available? I'm available when you say I am. Not before, and not after. The only thing I think I'd like to ask for is for one of you five to be the first ones at me after I've slept."
"Why would you want that?" My men asked the question almost in unison.
"Because I know any of you five will give me the chance to become lubricated. I don't think the men from the city will do that." My men stood silently for some time with a look of astonishment on their faces, so I continued, "Now, will one of you fine gentlemen, show me why I'm not a lady, or must I do it myself?"
That sentence seemed to break their trance, and the next thing that was said was, "Well, who's first?"
I answered. "Preferable the one with the hard-on. Dummies!"
Jason quickly stepped forward and removed his skirt to reveal his ridged member, standing tall and proud from the nest of curly pubic hair at his crotch. Below his engorged weapon of manhood, hung two of the largest balls I have ever seen. Jason watched my fascinated gaze settle on his cock, then stepped to the bed, flipped the blankets clear, pushed my legs apart and tested my readiness with his fingers.
When he found his fingers didn't slide into me without friction, Jason dropped his face to my crotch, delivering all the saliva he could muster on and into my vagina, while at the same time he ravaged my clit without mercy. The electric shocks of his tongue touching my Temple Guard produced uncontrollable responses from me, which I just allowed to happen. I would have been a fool to resist anyway, and I had come to like the sensations these men brought to me if I relaxed and let them do as they pleased while letting my body do as it pleased.
I hadn't quite gone to my nirvana, when Jason lifted his face from my soaking, pulsating, passion pit. I was still vibrating from his tongue lashing when he lowered himself over my exposed, salivating and hungry instrument of pleasure. He lowered his gigantic, engorged cock to the temple doors, and used its head to batter my over active Temple Guard into cooperating with him, knocking at the doors, them plowing through them. He paused slightly to allow me to focus on his intrusion, then pressed himself into the interior of my built-in receptacle of passion. My body reacted instantly, and my hips lunged at him, impaling me on that impressive cock of his.
When Jason had entered my pleasure palace, my legs had automatically pulled themselves upward, doubling at the knees allowing him free access. At the same time my arms had pressed against the bed at my sides to stop any sideways roll. Jason's hands found my legs at the backs of my knees, and he pressed them down to the bed across my arms. My position was deliciously helpless with my arms pinned to the bed under my legs. That same action had rolled my hips up to him, holding my pulsating, hungry pussy exposed, open and still for the powerful thrusts of his cock.
Jason took full advantage of my position under him, and drove his tool fully into me. He penetrated so deeply that I felt him pressing on my stomach, and rode me directly to his powerful, unrestrained climax. I squealed under the force of his thrusts as he filled me to capacity, then overfilled me with his semen. I was helpless to adjust myself, or modulate his drives; let alone have any control of the depth to which he rode into me at all. He ravaged me completely until his orgasm had run it's course deep inside of me.
When Jason had expended himself in me, I could feel him all through my body. There are no words to describe the incredible, full, feeling I got when he used for his own that way. It's the most wonderful feeling I've ever known both physically and emotionally. He made me feel like I'd just fulfilled my reason for being each and every time he ever took me that way.
My other four men had watched Jason take me, and when he finally finished with me, they each took a turn on me. Each of them had their own favorite manner of screwing for their own satisfaction, so as much as possible I accommodated them, giving each what he wanted most from the woman he was boning. When the five of them had made their deposits in my citadel of lust, they lifted me from my bed, and placed me in the framework standing at the center of our tent.
The contraption to which I was attached was rather like a hitching rail but with upholstery on it. There was also an outer framework, which was used to support the rail, and secure my feet and hands to. My hips were laid across the main rail and I was almost bent double by the time my wrist and ankle leashes were securely pulled tight. In this position my ass was held high and open to anyone who wanted to use my crucible of lust, and was absolutely unable to move or control the operation at all.
My five men went over the bindings several times, and pulled any slack they could find from them making sure I was held totally motionless for those who were to use me. The last thing they did before leaving me there was to tightly blindfold then gag me, then arouse my desire with their hands as they left no part of my body unknowing of a mans touch that morning. They then left the tent, and I sensed that they tied the door open as they left. I wondered what was going to happen next, and had started to feel exposed when the first of many cocks was thrust ruthlessly into my pinioned pussy and the owner proceeded to use me to masturbate in.
At first I was going to entertain myself by counting the men who found pleasure in my body, but the number grew so quickly that I soon lost count. I'd been at their service for only about an hour when the goo was running down my legs and dripping off my feet to the floor. Hours later the last cock was limply withdraw from my sore, raw, pussy.
It felt so good not to have some cock shoved into me at the end of the day that I fell fast asleep across the bar, unaware it was just the dinner hour. I discovered my error a short time later when Jason's large cock was thrust into me, while he re-lubricated me for the evening, and sent me into oblivion.
Time was compressed for me. I had no idea how long between the few moments of lucidity I experienced, but I must have been out for hours at a time.