We left our hidden cave the next morning. It had been a good place while we were there, but the time had come to move on, so we packed our gear, and filed out onto the trail, then turned north. We rode in silence mostly, only speaking when we came to a fork in the trail. The men had re-installed my bindings. "Just in case." they said, and I hadn't complained when they tied me to my horse.
As the day passed, my men passed my lead rope back and forth amongst themselves, as if I were back to being a mere possession again. The idea didn't bother me any more though, in fact it felt kind of good to be one of their valued possessions.
At about mid-day we stopped on the trail, and ate a cold lunch. The men took turns feeding me, sitting on our horses. The afternoon was just a repetition of the morning, while we put a steady stream of miles behind us.
We stopped just before dark, and made a wet camp, near the top of a small hill, or rather the men did. They removed me from my horse, and staked me to the ground, then built a lean- to over me, while dinner was cooking. They took turns feeding me where I lay, then gagged me when I refused more food. The five of the crowded into the lean-to for the night, and took turns raping my pussy.
I could have been angry at them for the way they treated me while we traveled, but it was pointless. I liked the screwing too much, and they knew it. They also knew, all they had to do was ask to tear off a piece, and I'd have jumped on their cocks; but part of the sexual thing for them had to do with possession, and subjugation. My five men owned me while we traveled, and when we were in the men's towns we came to.
During the times when we were in a permanent camp, of sorts, where we were staying for more than just the night, our roles nearly reversed, as my men place themselves at my beck and call. The only thing that was really different about their servitude, while we were encamped, was that they weren't bound tightly as I was while we traveled, but that didn't seem to matter as they simply did what I told them to. Usually I left them to their own devices, but from time to time I'd demand they service my desires, and mostly took them consecutively following dinner.
Life for me on the trail would have been boring, except for the constant and thankfully unpredictable way the men used me to relieve their sexual urges. I never knew from moment to moment if one of my pimps was going to stuff me full or just abuse my sexual nerve centers so they could watch me hump my horses backbone uncontrollably. The honest truth is I enjoyed being the receptacle of their lust, and my pleasure was only heightened by not knowing when, or who was going to make use of my pussy next.
It was probably a week later when we came to a small town, with a population of about fifty. We rode straight in, and my pimps started selling my ass to anyone with the cash. I screwed the whole town during the next two days, and we left with nearly all the loose cash those men had.
By comparison to what had happened in the City of Tents, these small towns were easy duty for me. The way it worked, was that my men would set up a perimeter, and cordon it off. Usually there was a large tree at the center of my area, which I was chained to by the collar around my neck. They then took my robe, and all five of them would screw me in a sort of exhibition, then leave. They would stand around the roped off area, making sure only one man at a time was allowed inside at a time, but he was allowed to do as he pleased with me until he shot his wad. At that point he was to leave, and the next male was sent into use me for his pleasure.
Usually, I would get on my hands an knees, letting most of the customers have me from behind. There were actually two reasons I preferred to have them that way. The first was personal. Sexual organs have no mind of their own, and only react to stimulus. The mind however does have a great deal of control over the sexual urges, and can modify or even change sexual desire and response. I found very soon that if I didn't look at the "Johns", I enjoyed the copulation much more than if I did. By thinking of one of my pimps instead of the John, I even climaxed from time to time, something I really like to do.
The other reason was economically motivated. Most of the Johns would climax much sooner if they entered me from the rear for some reason, the faster they climaxed, the faster another was on me, and the more money we made by servicing more men.
There were those other johns though, who just wouldn't allow me to present myself to them the way I wanted to be taken. Looking back on the time my Pimps and I ran a traveling brothel, the Johns I remember are mostly from that group of men. The ones who wanted to have me their way, and took me their way.
The first to force me to accept him the way he wanted to have me was a giant of a man. I think he was probably a Blacksmith, because his strength was immense, and he smelled like a stable, with a hint of fire smoke. His hands were thickly callused, and they held their grip like a vice.
I'd noticed him waiting for his turn in a line of men that never seemed to end. Before long he was walking slowly to where I was chained to a tree near the edge of town. There was a carpet of grass there, and the ground was soft, so, as he approached me, I turned my back and got down on my knees letting my shoulders rest on my hands while my head laid on the ground.
That giant did everything pretty much the way the other men did until the point where he should have knelt behind me, and forced his ridged cock into my dripping receptacle these men paid their good money to use. At that point he scooped me up in his arms, folded me in two, holding my doubled legs against my tits, and stood there moving me on his cock instead of moving his cock in me!
Another thing about sex is that an occasional variation on the theme will heighten the enjoyment derived from it. Well; that particular, unexpected variation sent me off like I'd been launched, not into orbit, but to another star! When he picked me up like that it scared the hell out of me but my fear turned to pleasure when he split me in two with his cock. At first I thought it couldn't feel any better, but when he started to swing me like a pendulum I was instantly cosmic. The last thing I remember was going into the involuntary control of my climaxing body, then the feel of his hot cum when he reached his zenith sometime during my climax.
The effect on me ignited my rockets again shrinking my world to the size of my overworked pussy. I found myself focused on the brightest, hottest white light I've ever seen. After that, nothingness, and the floating sensation in the velvet soft blackness; the blissful sensations of total release. I gave myself to whatever was coming my way. When he finished with me, the joy was overwhelming; I found out what is meant by the phrase, "Heaven on Earth." I was in it.
Later my men told me that as they watched me turned into a rag doll when I climaxed on that giants. He continued to swing me on his cock until he was expended then gently laid me on the ground. As he left the grassy area under the tree, he told Lance, "I think she'll be all right, but you better shut down business until tomorrow." He laughed a deep belly laugh as he strode away; leaving my men to care for me. As for me, he left me somewhere in another galaxy, still speeding contentedly towards wherever I was going.
As far as I was concerned, the occasional man who refused to allow me to control the sexual content of our contact; and instead of accepting what I offered, took what he wanted, was a welcome diversion from what had become a mundane act which I could perform for most men without any emotional involvement or mental participation for that matter. Since most of the time I was taken as I offered myself the occasional male who modified the performance was welcome. There were however severe complications when one of those independent, inventive, presumptuous personalities, successfully broke through my usual callous, extracting my active and passionate participation pursuing climactic release.
If they were successful and I did feel the earth move I was useless as a whore, and business was suspended until I returned from nirvana. The biggest problem wasn't my pimps, nor did it have to do with the "Lost Revenue". The real problem was the shear numbers of frustrated men, with their money in one hand, and their pud in the other, who were in no condition to understand anything; especially why their money was no good! The situation was explosive, although it only arose when I was unaware of my surroundings. I later came to understand it was that very unawareness which was the source of those men's irritation.
Every few weeks one of those wonderfully different men would perform his magic, sending me to knock on heavens door, and require my men to perform their function as my bodyguards. After the scenario had been replayed a few times I began to be able to recognize when my lights were about to go out meaning I would probably come back in a different location.
Nature being what she is, she conspired, and eventually succeeded in ending my tenure as the very popular traveling hooker. It may be true that nature is a mother, but the fact that I was about to become a mother became increasingly evident as the months passed.
None of my men knew what to expect or how to deal with a baby, but neither did I. I convinced my men that I needed to retire, at least for the time being, during the last month of my pregnancy, so they reluctantly quit selling my services to all the men we met. Finally I threw a raging fit, telling them there wasn't enough room left in me for the baby, a mans cock, and leave enough for me to breath.
"Besides," I said, "we're all rich beyond our wildest dreams now and the horses are barely able to carry the load."
"That's the truth," Jack was speaking during our after dinner conversation. "We either need to buy another horse, or quit charging for your sexual favors." He was laughing when he said it and I knew they would never give my favors away again, but the problem of too much money was getting serious. The shear mass of the stuff had already required us to buy another horse just to carry it some months before.
My belly had expanded to the point where movement was difficult, and breathing was never easy. I knew we needed to find a sheltered place where I could have the baby, out of the constant rain and wind. I brought the subject up repeatedly, and this was just another time.
"Have you been able to find a place for us to be when the time comes?" The question was to the group in general, as usual.
"No." was the reluctant answer. "We found a place the other day, but it wasn't large enough for more than one or two people to sleep in."
"I hate to be pushy, but I think the time is very close when the baby will come." I stopped, making sure my men were listening, "And at that point, it will be too late; the baby will come wherever we are at the time."
There was a protracted silence around our fire that night while my men gave heed to my warning of the time being short. After some minutes of silence, Lance asked the group, "Where are we?"
All he got in response was a blank look from the rest of us.
"If I'm right, we've come in a full circle, and are near the City of Tents."
The other men blinked at first, then Joe's face lit up, and he nearly shouted, "Yes, that's right. We must be getting close to the city, meaning we're also close to the cave we hid from them in!"
"Exactly." was Lance's one word reply.
The men all turned to me, the question on their mind was only obvious.
"Yes. It will do very well, but how far is it? Every time I get on a horse I expect the baby to come."
There was a quick conversation among the men over their rough, hand drawn maps, and finally they said, "If we're right, about two or three days."
"If you're right." I repeated.
The men again studied their maps, animatedly discussing the exact location of ourselves, and the old cave. Soon they again announced, "Two days, probably three. If we have problems, as many as five days to get there."
I laughed at my protectors, "How that's an answer that covers all the bases." by now I was laughing so hard I had to hold my belly, "Why don't you just.. OH.. OH.. Shit! I don't think we'll be there for longer than that?"
"Why not?" Terry asked.
I just held my belly and felt the water flowing out, then watched as the widening circle of wetness grew as the baby settled into the birth canal, and my contractions began in earnest.
At first the five men just stood and stared at me with that dumbfounded look people get when they really don't understand what's happening. For the first few seconds though I was to occupied with what my body was doing to notice any look of confusion or incomprehension on those five men's faces. Just like the climaxes I'd learned to let happen and just enjoy, I had no control of what was happening.
I also discovered that if I fought it, and tried not to let it happen the only thing I accomplished was to cause myself an extreme amount of pain. Not to say there was no pain if I let it happen, but it wasn't as bad. It was several hours later that I discovered that if I helped, the pain was reduced to a level which could be endured, but I never found a way to make childbirth painless. I hurts no matter what you do, but some things make it hurt more than it has too.
The baby came despite the rain, wind, or anything else that wasn't right. She was born right on the same spot where my water broke, despite the nervous, confused, inept, and bumbling behavior of the five men I accused of being my baby's father. They'd found me on that rock together. They'd raped me on that rock together, and now; they were going to be fathers, together. If there's security in a group, then my baby girls fathers were secure.
If I hadn't been totally preoccupied with giving birth, I'd probably have cried with laughter at my men. They had no idea what to do or how to do what they could see needed to be done. Helplessly trapped in childbirth the men I depended on for my very existence couldn't move from their tracks without direction from me; and I had no more idea of what to do than they did. Between contractions I sent them on useless errands. Not one thing I had them do actually helped me give birth, but it did give them something to be doing, and that, gave me some peace!
The real truth is that in the end when the baby finally came into the world, I needed those men near me. Jack held my head in his lap, and kept the sweat from my eyes. Joe and Jason gave me something to hang onto, and pull against. Terry made sure nobody else had to leave my side, and Lance spent his time waiting, worried but trying not to show it, and cheered me on. He occupied my mind, built up my confidence with the courage he didn't really feel, and kept smiling at me over my pregnant belly while he kept us all informed about what was happening.
Lance also did the one thing that made my giving birth possible, he massaged my pussy constantly, helping to let it stretch, and allow the baby to pass. None of us knew to do that, he just did it. He held the baby's head when it came out, and later he said he caught her when my body nearly shot her the rest of the way out. Together the six of us gave birth to our daughter. As a team we brought a new life into the world. Each of my men helped in his own way. Blindly. Working on faith and faith alone, we became the worlds first parents in many years.
Time and events became blurred for the next few weeks. My world was confined to my baby, and her needs. I know my men carried us to that cave, and I know they cared and provided for us during those first few weeks of our baby's life, but it wasn't until I'd recovered my strength, not to mention my desire for sex, that it became clear how really dependent we were on each other.