My men came back into the cave just as the light failed outside. Whether they had planned it that way or not, I never knew, and at the time didn't think of it. Actually, their timing was very good, because the coffee had just finished, and I'd had time to satisfy myself both that my pussy would recover, and take the edge off my desire for a cock.
My men came to the fire quietly, and arranged themselves around it. I did what I could to serve them their coffee, but that was restricted to pouring the cups full, then passing them along.
"I'd serve you individually." I remarked by way of friendly conversation. "But it seems that my legs have failed me, at least for now."
There was a low murmur of acceptance of my condition around the friendly fire, and then quiet until all of us had our cups in our hands. I'd set the coffee pot by the fire to keep warm, and taken my first sip of the robust smelling stuff before I finally opened the conversation with a question.
"Now, will any of you fine gentlemen be so kind as to tell me what's happened to me? Start from the time you left me wanting, and securely accessible to anyone who wanted me."
By convention, Lance started the narrative in which I learned what had brought me to be crippled, as I was.
"You remember when we tied you to the rail, after we'd complied with you request to be the first men at your, uhh, pussy?"
"That I recall very well, thank you."
"OK. I assume you remember a constant stream of men up to some point or another."
"The last I recall, was later that day, when the men stopped using me for a short time, and I fell asleep. The next thing I remember was waking up, what seemed to be just moments later, and going straight into oblivion when a huge cock stroked itself straight to my core, and my mind let go. After that, I found myself on my horse, just before we arrived here. There is nothing that I am aware of in between then and now. It seems to me that I wan the rail yesterday, and today, I'm not."
"Well," Lance began, "That's the truth. Yesterday you were on the rail, and today, you're not, but at the end of the day, yesterday, you'd been there for three days!" Lance stopped, while the men watched me, as I took in the meaning of what I'd just heard, then shortly began a non-stop flood of information, at they told me what had happened.
"That first morning, we put you on the rail, then opened the tent an began letting the men from town use you. There may have been a few among them who had at sometime in the past, had sex with a woman, but not many. Most of them did exactly what all of us did the first time we screwed you, and didn't make the second stroke before they climaxed. It was all we could do to keep from laughing at most of them, especially the ones who shot their wads on the ground, just when they were next to have the use of your pussy."
"The truth is, there are only about two-hundred men living in that town, and most of them had been at you by the time we stopped them, supposedly for the night. It was only about a half hour later when things got ugly. We'd checked you, and you were sound asleep where you were, so we figured we'd let you sleep a while, then the five of could take advantage of you, and let you up to take care of yourself."
"We'd just decided to bone you while you slept, and wake you up that way. Jason was the one who sent you to oblivion, while the rest of us watched. He did a fine job of it, and thought we were in for a night of fun at your expense, but that's when things went wrong."
"What happened was that the men from town took us by surprise and overpowered us. They held us while all of them screwed you one after the other. It may have been providence that you were passed out at the beginning, because for the next two days there wasn't more than a few minutes at a time that one of them wasn't screwing you."
"Anyway, during the night last night, we were able to slip out and gather our horses, and belongings. When we were ready to travel, making sure we'd extracted a huge payment from them for breaking their word to us. We waited until there were just a few of them still in the tent with you, then we struck."
"After we dispatched those who were awake to their slumber, we removed you from the rail, and rather unceremoniously, carried you away into the night. It was at daybreak that we put you on you horse, and dressed you in the robe you now wear. We've been afraid all day that you would never come to, and that the constant pounding you took on the rail had hurt you mortally."
"The fact is that we were all too aware that you would more than likely not be able to stand when and if you ever come to, because you legs were nearly blue for lack of blood by the time we took you from the rail. We all owe you an apology for failing to take care of you better, and hope you will accept it."
"We did take a high price from that town, and you are one very wealthy woman, for all the good it does you out here in the wilderness with the likes of us five."
The narrative wound down from there, and each in turn offered his own apology for their failing.
While the men had been telling their story, I'd had moments when I could hardly contain my laughter, and other moment when my rage was ready to come out also. Most of all though, I was horribly aware of how I'd wrongly rebuked my men for just doing what they had told me they would do, and try to protect me.
"There are a few things I'd like to say in response to what you've just told me, if you don't mind." I waited for a moment, and received their nods of attention.
"It's clear that I owe you each my apology for the verbal attacks I made just an hour ago. We knew going in there was a risk involved with our plan to go into the City of Tents. I knew that for me, the risk was particularly great, and I went ahead with the plan anyway."
"The fact that I'm here and expect to recover from my experience at the hand of those men says you have succeeded, an kept me from any permanent harm. For that I owe you a great debt of gratitude."
"I also think we still may be lucky to get clear away from those men, not because of how we left, but what you helped yourselves to when we left. Whether or not they let us go, or not, remains to be seen and if they do give chase, we will deal with it when the time comes. Personally I wouldn't blame you if you were to leave me to them if they do come after us. If you do though, I only ask that you leave me free so I can have some sort of chance of survival."
I continued quickly, not wanting to let them have any time to think about that idea right now.
"I am also aware that as we travel we are going to come upon more settlements of men from time to time. I also know that it would be suicide for me to try and move around within them freely. It just wouldn't be tolerated. Therefore, when we do come to another city of men, I will again ask you to bind me for my own safety, and will again travel as you slave."
"The one small modification I ask is that you not offer my services to the city at large for our needs. Offer money. If I'm not mistaken, almost all men would be willing to a fee and buy the willing use of my body for their pleasure if it were offered. In doing so, we have a better chance of not being hurt at some point, and the problem of funding our needs is put to rest."
My men showed some degree of agreement with what I was saying, so I forged on.
"It also occurs to me that we may in fact generate much more money than our immediate needs require. If that proves to be the case, then I feel that as my partners you are all entitled to an equal share in the profits." It seemed to be time to lighten the conversation, and remarked, "Oh yes. As my partners it would stand to reason that your interest in my well-being, as the partner with the money-maker," at the reference, I provided my men with an unobstructed view of my earning device, "my health is required," then smiling, and jocular, "were as, you can be replaced!" the joke worked as the men laughed.
I went on without missing a beat. "It also seems that as a benefit of your partnership, any or all of you may help yourselves to my various assets as you desire," Again, my words were received with laughter as my men relaxed and forgot the problems of the past few days. "Unless of course there is a paying customer, in which case you five are still welcome to help yourselves immediately after the fellow has been relieved of his cash, and his semen." Again the general, robust laughter, and the nods of approval. I also detected a general willingness to participate not only in this entertaining conversation but also in the business venture I was currently proposing.
The fact that if these men felt they had some sort of vested interest in my welfare, they could be counted on to serve as my bodyguards while they acted the part of my slave master; they would without a doubt be much more inclined to repeat their performance of extracting me from a life-threatening situation in the future. Besides the attitude of my men seemed to indicate they would enjoy the added third aspect of their roles as my pimps!
I kept the main motive for my proposition to myself but I did share the overt idea that if they accepted the proposition, they would be the first pimps in the world in many years. "And," I added, "you'll be working for the only whore in the world!"
My men grasped the train of thought, and we had a wonderful, happy time working out the details of our partnership around the fire that night. I was sure I'd found a way to enlist these men as my protectors and at the same time keep our relationship on a personal friendly basis. I also didn't tell them that I'd found I not only wanted my chasm filled with a mans cock often, but needed it as well. I did however offer myself to the group, and was able to convince them that the temporary inability to stand could not be worsened by copulation.
"In fact, I think it may aid in my recovery."
My men accepted my invitation to dip their wicks. They gently drove me out of my mind and into the soft folds of sleep with their constant attention to my awakened erotic senses.
It took some coaxing at first, because the men were all too aware of the abuse my pussy had taken during the past few days. After I showed them I could finger myself without pain, Joe finally allowed himself to be convinced he was welcome while I lay back on my blankets beckoning him to me. He slowly came to me, but when he approached my legs again failed to obey me and I was unable to present an unfettered approach to him. He was about to withdraw, and service himself when I finally asked him to hand my leg leashes to me.
He had a small look of in-comprehension as to why I would ask for my leashes but handed them to me anyway. When I had them in my grasp I pulled my ankles to my ass. When I did that my hips rolled up to him and my knees fell apart. Then I smiled up at him, and said, "Please, I'm ready, NOW!" The poor fellow lowered himself to my presented pussy and cautiously pressed his cock into me. I couldn't help the moan of pleasure and told him to take me. Joe was holding back and it took him a long time to expend himself in me. I actually liked the slow steady rhythm he set but my hands soon became sore from holding my leg leashes.
I finally had Jason tie my wrists and ankles together so I could relax into the wonderful full feelings I'd come to enjoy so much. Terry was the fourth to mount me that night in the cave, and the last of my men I remember taking me. Later when I awoke, the sky was just getting light, and Jason was still stroking his cock in me. I smiled up at Jim and asked, "Have you been doing that all night?"
"No," He replied, "We're on our third round at your pussy." The way he said it I wasn't sure if I should believe him or not.
When I stopped and took my body's inventory I decide I should believe him. The pool of our mixed juices had spread all the way to my shoulders and my pussy felt like it had been properly fucked. I also noted that I no longer itched inside either. Next I noticed that my legs were cradling him the way they used to cradle a man. Holding him, helping him, coaxing him. I couldn't help but smile up at Jason while I massaged his cock with my vaginal muscles. He climaxed uncontrollably very soon, his body taking control from him by force leaving him free to enjoy his little piece of heaven on earth. His delivery was incredibly violent, and I was rewarded by being driven into my own nirvana, oblivious to the screams of ecstasy we produced together.
Jason and I lay bathing in our sweat, glowing with the inner piece fond when lovers totally abandon themselves and focus instead on the oblivion of embraced release. In short when they climax with every fiber of their being focused on that end. Winded and happy we bathed in our mutual satisfaction until we were rudely pulled back to the urgency of the here and now. Joe had just returned from scouting our back-trail and announced we were indeed being pursued. The scouts from the City of Tents were not far away and the five of us who were waiting for Joe at the cave were certain Jason and I had made more than enough noise during the hear of our passion to lead those scouts directly to us.
There was a short period of panic until the information was sorted out during which we nearly broke our cover without cause. Joe, who had carefully hidden his sign when he returned to us didn't understand the panic at first, so he stood his ground and insisted there was no reason to break cover that he could see. He had to say it over several times before the rest of us calmed down and listened to what he said.
"I was between here and where I spotted their scouts." Joe spoke slowly and clearly, as if to children. As he spoke he drew a rough map on the cave floor so we could see what he was saying as will as hear it. "We are here." He made an X. "When I saw them, they were about there." He made a circle some distance away from the X. "I was about here." Joe indicated a point barely one third the distance to the tent city scouts.
Joe looked at us just to be sure we were with him. "You say that Sandy and Jason made noises that would wake the dead and are afraid the tent city scouts heard, and will be able to figure out where they came from. Correct?"
"Yes."
"How could they? I was between their location and here and I heard nothing! I just checked the trail and they are not going to be able to tell where we turned off. If we stay put, and quiet, they'll ride by us and never know where they missed us."
After listening to Joe's simple, logical reason why breaking cover was the wrong thing to do, my men took our horses to the back of the cave and put their feed bags on them, then made sure the fire was dead out, and all sat down near me to wait out the coming scouts.
All during the panic, discussion, then while the horses were moved and made so they couldn't make any sudden noise giving us away, my five men had walked around me where I still lay on the floor of the cave. I was still exactly like I'd been all night long, laying on my bed, bound wrist to ankle, swimming in the gooey mixture of their semen and my own juices produced so copiously by my available, pretty, little, and very well used object of male interest. Lance laughed at my situation, saying, "You know, with a gag, she'd be as quiet as a tomb!"
Terry answered, "Well shit. Here I thought she was using good self control!"
"Hey! Fellows! Just fuck you!"
"Hark, I think I hear yon maiden calling!" Joe was standing over me now, with his cock in his hand, smiling down at me like a cat who just ate.
"Hey, fellows!" I repeated, "Fuck You!"
"What's she saying?" asked Terry.
Joe reported. "She's asking to have her pussy packed." He smiled down at me wickedly, and mounted me while Lance gagged my almost painfully tightly, making sure that my vocal output was restricted to the sound of my pussy and their cocks talking turkey about sex.
"If she makes a sound at all from anywhere but her snatch, hold her nose closed." Lance ordered the men. Joe pinched my nose closed, and I stilled my vocal cords, and concentrated on vaginal communications.
I spent the rest of that day quietly, in heaven.