When the men began packing for a major move; I just stood and watched as the five of them started putting everything in packs, and placed the packs on the horses. Not once did any of them stop to talk to me. It was if I didn't exist again, at least that was what it was starting to feel like. I'd just made up my mind to put myself in their way and find out if they were ignoring me on purpose; because they were busy; or if they were teasing; when they packed and loaded what they referred to as their "Most Valuable Possession". Me.
The men worked swiftly when they came to pack me up for the trip. Jason and Lance held me down while the others installed my collar, anklets, bracelets, and leashes. When they were done, I found myself astride a horse, bound to it like a piece of baggage. What surprised me was that my arms were allowed a certain degree of movement, but it turned out the movement was useless since I was expected to carry Mary, again leaving me completely in their control; at their mercy.
It had been so long since the men had treated me like that, I was mad at first. It wasn't until we'd left the cave, and started traveling across country to avoid any towns that I recalled the cold, hard, facts. The only way I could travel safely was as a prisoner, not an equal. Much had changed in the way my men treated me since I'd fallen into their hands, but nothing had changed about the way I'd have been received if I were free to move on my own in the outside world of men.
We were traveling south, and soon worked our way down the west face of the ridge we were on then moved out onto the flatter floor of the wide, western valley. The same valley the City of Towers was in just two days ride north. It had taken most of our first day out to cross the ridge. As a result of our slow progress, we pressed on until late in the evening, finally stopping for the night when it became dangerous to travel in the dark forest.
We kept a cold camp that night, "Just in case." and ate only what we had that didn't require cooking. Personally, I liked the excitement of traveling, so I refrained from any complaint, other than to say we needed to find a place for a fire sometime tomorrow, so I could sterilize Mary's clothes. I noted the men's agreement was whole hearted as soon as I let them whiff the bag of soiled clothes Mary was filling fast.
"Men." I was talking softly to Mary as she nursed in our bed. "They try to act tough, but they really aren't tough at all. Not when it comes to some woman they take a liking to." Mary, whose eyes had long since found their focus, looked up at me from my tit, as if she understood what I was saying to her. I shook with the chuckle I gave at the thought, and she scowled at me for a moment when my small movement of mirth, caused her to slip and loose her grip on my engorged mammary.
Her face relaxed immediately when I brushed her cheek with that lost orb, and she attached herself to it, massaging it's full sides with those little hands to help start the flow of her dinner. "Oh, yes, suck on mamma!" I'd spoken low, to Mary, in reaction to the wonderful sensations her sucking brought me, unaware that Lance was listening to me talk to my baby. After a time Mary had exhausted the supply available for now, and I moved her to the other engorged tit. She had fussed at having to give up the one she was on, but I could feel it was empty and she was sucking for more, only to get nothing.
This time when she found the nipple she began sucking and kneading, she was rewarded with more milk than she could swallow at once, letting some run down my tit. I laughed at her gently, wiped up the spill, then said, "Well, don't be such a glutton and you wouldn't waste so much!" Again Mary turned her head slightly and looked up at me, as if in answer to my words.
"You are a little character." I whispered to her as her eyes closed slowly, her attention returning to her dinner. The renewed attention to my breast brought another low moan of pleasure from me. "OH, but that feels good!" I told her, and she seemed to increase her level of activity in response to my pleasure.
Lance, who had been standing silently nearby, chuckled, and startled me so badly I jumped. He apologized for the start when he saw he'd been detected, then came and sat next to me where he could look over my shoulder at what Mary was doing to my tit while she fed.
Mary looked up at me when Lance arrived, and I saw her look at Lance, giving him a look like she was saying, "Ha, ha, I got my mom." then she glared at him while she increased her grip on my tit.
"Quit that!" I scolded her when her grip started to become painfully tight.
Mary looked up at me, almost in a hurt way, but she didn't let loose of my tit, and Lance, who thought I'd spoken to him moved away, saying, "I didn't do anything!" His voice held the hurt of being scolded wrongly.
"Don't leave." This time I had spoken to Lance.
"Why not? You just told me to `Quit That', and I hadn't even touched you yet!" He looked bewildered.
"I didn't say that to you, stupid. It was to Mary. She was hurting me just then." I paused for a moment, while I realized what it was that had caused her to tighten her grip. "Lance," I spoke softly, letting Mary keep feeding, "I'm not sure, but I think she did that when she saw you, as if she was jealously guarding her dinner."
Lance looked at me, then Mary in disbelief.
"No, it's true." I continued, still speaking softly, in my cooing tone. "I think she sees you as a threat to her security."
Lance scoffed at the idea. "Really, as if I'm going to take you from her."
"She doesn't know you won't, and besides, in her mind, the only place to get a meal is out of my tits. It's the only place she's ever eaten, or will eat for quite a while! She has no way of knowing you aren't going to take her dinner from her."
Lance didn't respond immediately. Instead he just sat and looked at the two of us, while he tried to reason out what I'd just said to him.
He was slow to respond to my last comment, so I said. "Come sit where you were, and see what happens when she sees you again."
Lance frowned at me, then I saw the light go on in his head, and he moved back next to me, pressing close, looking over my shoulder at Mary as she fed from my tit.
After a time he whispered, "She's got a hell of a grip on you, doesn't she?"
I'd just started to say Yes when Mary saw Lance back at my side. Her grip immediately tightened and what came out was "YOWW!" instead as she clamped down painfully on her meal source with her gums, and her hands at the same time.
My reaction was to rip her from me, instantly angry for the abuse she'd done to my tit. At the same time Lance fell over sideways as he tried to get out of harms way, only to hit his head on a rock, for trying to avoid my elbow as I moved to remove the little monster from my tender breast.
I put Mary down, and she burst into a fit of anger at having been removed from "Her" tit, and rolled her in her blankets; then rubbed my abused, sensitive breast. I was inspecting the thing for damage, when I heard Lance moaning beside me. When I looked at him he was holding his head, and his side at the same time.
"What's the matter with you?" I demanded, "You're not the one she bit!"
Lance groaned, "No, but I'm the one you elbowed, and I'm the one who smacked his head on this rock." He pointed at the rock he'd just lifted his head from.
We looked at each other for a moment, and burst out laughing. I was rubbing my tit, while he was rubbing his side and head. We both looked ridiculous, and saw it at the same time. Lance sat back up next to me, then looked down at the screaming child on my other side, and said to her, "What a pig, if you'd learn to share your mom, you'd still be eating dinner instead of laying there going hungry. You, are a brat!"
Mary seemed to know he was talking to her, and began to quiet while he was talking. "Look," he said, "You just watch a while, and I'll show you how to do this." Mary was looking at him and appeared to understand what he was saying, but when he captured my sore tit in his mouth and began to rub it's side and suck, Mary made it clear she understood he was taking her dinner! She screamed louder than ever, in her anger.
Lance didn't let her bother him, as he stole what was left of her dinner from my tit. I ignored her too, enjoying Lances mouth and hands on me. It felt so good, I lay back on my blankets, and held his head to me with my hands, refusing to let him go even when he tried to. As soon as he knew I wanted him to finish what he was starting, he went at me with renewed gusto, as he finished stealing the rest of Mary's dinner.
"God, that feels good." I breathed to him.
Since his mouth was full, he hummed, "Hmmmm, Hmmmm." in return and I felt his free hand slide across my stomach, and dive into my passion pit. I moved my legs to let him have free access, and he took advantage of the space; while not once letting up on my tit. Soon his fingers found my sexual nerve center, my clit, and he began to tattoo his message out on that telegraph key to my soul.
I reached down his body and got his erect cock in my grip then mercilessly pulled him into me, saying, "Fuck me now. Fuck me hard, right now!" and wrapped my legs around him, denying his exit, pulling his hard, pulsing cock into my hungry, dripping, pussy; then used it's muscles to extract his climax.
He was laying in me, having exhausted himself in just a few seconds. I pushed his head from my breast, ejected his cock from my cunt, and rolled him off me. He was only slightly shocked at me when I said. "What a tough man you are, stealing baby's dinner!" I laughed at him while I picked up Mary and cleaned her messy clothes.
While I changed her, I was talking to her again, "And you, Mary, have just witnessed how you came to be. You have a little time yet, but one day some man will split you in two also, and my bet is you'll do just as your mother had done; invite him, and his friends back for more!"
I laid Mary, who was nearly asleep, back in her blankets, and then grabbed Lance by the hair and pulled him back on top of me. This time he really was surprised by my action.
"What are you doing?" He asked in astonishment.
"Taking what I want." I replied and shoved one of my tits in his face. "Now show her how to do it again!"
Lance lost no time, and soon I was again feeling the pleasure of his attention to my tits. While he was sucking on that, I found his spent cock and convinced it to rise to the occasion, then pulled the helpless male into me again. This time he lasted long enough, and I gave him a ride when he finally found my combination and sent me hurtling into nirvana with his cock.
I'd just discovered how to take what I needed from a single man, without the help of several others to finish the job. God it felt good to climax, without changing cocks in the middle of the action.
Lance was still firmly planted in me when Mary woke me up. She was hungry again, so I put her to my breast and she began to feed while Lance slept. He was laying sort of diagonally across me, with his cock in my pussy, unaware that I was again feeding Mary. I started to expel him, then thought better of it as I watched Mary suckle, while she eyed him jealously. "You little selfish future whore." I said to her and began to massage Lance's cock back to life while he slept. "You're going to learn to share me." I told her, as the man began to harden in me, and rouse from his sleep.
Mary could feel the movement of my pussy on Lance's cock, and looked up at me with a worried look, then at my other tit. "You'd better hurry." I told her, "If he gets there first, it's his." I hugged her to me and she went to work on me, draining the mammary. Lance came awake, only too willing to stay where he was, laying next to Mary, screwing me, while they made eyes at each other and sucked their respective tit dry.