by Lee Savino
"That might not be easy to do," Brock chuckled, even as Samson's big hand drifted down from my shoulder and brushed against my ample chest. Immediately my nipples hardened, and the two men in the back of the wagon with me shared a glance I didn't like one bit.
"I want you to take me back now."
"In a little while," Brock said. "Now be a good girl, and lie back and relax."
My heart was still racing, but Samson splayed his hand against my front and pushed me flat. These men were much bigger and stronger than I was. Even with my height and my curves, compared to them, I felt petite. If I tried to wrestle my way out, it would be a short fight, and I might not like the consequences. These were strong, confident men, used to telling me what to do. It would be better to go along with what they wanted for a little while, and not risk making them upset.
"How much longer?"
"A few more miles. We bought some new oxen and they're slower than the horses. Just relax," Samson said. I was wedged between his big body and Brock's; it was a wonder we all fit, but we did, with a little room to spare.
"How long have we been traveling?"
Both men exchanged a glance.
"Since the wee hours of last night."
"We knew you were overwhelmed by the decision," Cash said from the front. "So we wanted to give you a chance to learn more."
"We cannae wait for ye to be ours, lass." Brock fingered the fine strands of my hair. "But if it makes ye happy, we'll wait a little longer."
It seemed my choosing them was a foregone conclusion. I huffed, but relaxed. My body recognized theirs as friendly and familiar, even if they still had to convince my mind.
"Now, if you were ours already, we could have some fun passing the time," Samson said with a sigh.
"What do you mean?" The wagon hit a bump and I rocked closer to him. He shifted his hips and I could feel his very excellent source of entertainment pressing against my upper thigh.
"He means that, if we were married, we'd have filled ye at the brothel, and again here." Brock ran his fingers over my shoulder and I sighed deep in my throat. They wanted pleasure, and so did I—if only to distract myself from the tense situation.
I stretched out a hand to either side of me and undid their trouser buttons. With their help, I soon had them free and held their hot, ready members, one in either hand.
"Here." Dipping his hand between my legs, Brock soon had me wet. Both men used my juices to slick their cocks, and my hands slid up and down both poles easily.
"You're so beautiful, lassie," Brock breathed in my ear. I turned my head and kissed him. The thick scent of arousal filled our dim cave under the wagon cover.
My men came, spurting into handkerchiefs they wrapped around themselves at the last minute. Samson's overflowed and when he showed me his slick palm, I used my tongue to clean it.
Brock sucked in his breath. "When ye are ours, ye will always lick up our seed." The thought of that had me rubbing my thighs together until Brock caught my knee. "No, lass. This is not for your pleasure."
I whined.
"Pearl," Cash said in a sharp voice from the front of the covered wagon. "You will not cum."
Samson moved my hand from between my legs and pressed his own down for one needy moment. I whimpered, rocking against his hand.
"It's the price ye pay for refusing us," Brock said with a wink. "It's up to ye, lass. Just say the word."
My little pearl was swollen and needy, but it was madness to trade my whole life for pleasure. Shaking my head, I lay back, though not without a dejected sigh.
Beside me, Samson licked his wet fingers sadly.
"When is it our turn?" Jonas called from outside.
"Now." Brock sat up.
"She's all yours," Samson said.
"But dinnae make her cum."
I moaned in frustration. I was going to be brought to the brink and denied again and again. They had found a way to wear me down. My body was primed for pleasure, and they knew it. They'd trained me over the past few months, coming in shifts, priming me to be theirs. All of theirs.
"You planned this from the beginning," I said.
"Yes, Pearl," Cash said. "As soon as we spent that night with you, we knew you would be ours."
"You came to me every week. Or almost every week."
"Aye. It was quite a journey, and I couldnae do it every time, but we all wanted to see you, and court you one on one."
"I don't understand." How could five men want one woman?
"You will," Cash said, and I shivered with the promise.
These men were not going to take no for an answer.
Samson and Brock kissed me and left my side, only to be replaced by Jonas and Orion. My men were all about the same age, I would say Cash was the oldest, Jonas the youngest. Orion the second youngest, perhaps, then Brock and Samson.
Jonas and Orion couldn't be more different, one tanned and the other fair, but they both had a boyish gleam in their eye.
"Take this off," Jonas said, and with two extra pairs of hands I was quickly naked. Orion smacked my bum lightly.
"Up," he ordered, and I took my usual place on hands and knees, this time right over Orion's crotch as he positioned himself on his back. His trousers were pulled down and cock already out.
Licking my lips, I bent my head, only to lurch forward when the wagon hit a bump.
"Maybe not with your mouth, sweet one," Orion whispered, disappointed.
"Here." Jonas handed him a jar of ointment.
With a wicked smile, Orion teased and tormented my hanging breasts, coating them with lubricant. Then he had me crouch down, practically kissing his chest, and squeeze his long cock between my breasts. I bounced up and down like that as best I could—at least, the wagon bounced me even if I held still.
Orion was tensing and thrusting his hips into the crevice of my breasts when I felt Jonas slip a slick digit into my bum.
And just like that, I was more hot and bothered then I had ever been. I started moaning like crazy, and clenching around the invading probe in my ass.
"No, Pearl," Jonas took out his finger and smacked my bottom hard. "You may not cum."
Shocked that I had been about to lose control from just a finger in my bottom, I turned my attention back to pleasuring Orion.
Sticking out my tongue, I got a few licks onto the head of his cock before he spurted up into my face. Wiping his seed from my skin I tasted it and got another moan from him.
Behind me, Jonas was rubbing himself off furiously. Lowering my front to lick up more seed from Orion's taut stomach, I let my ass sway in a sexy dance just for him. I might be apprehensive about the situation, but I was still my gem self—wanton and filled with whorish desire. Only during sex could I let myself go.
"Reach back and hold open your ass," he ordered. Confused, I hesitated, but Orion knew what to do. He guided my hands back. "Grab your cheeks and show him your cute little bum hole."
My face nestled just above Orion's crotch; I gripped a fleshy globe in either hand and showed Jonas his favorite part of my body.
Jonas started gasping and I felt his seed paint my back. He cursed over and over again.
"Good Pearl," Orion whispered, collecting my hair back from my face. Nuzzling his belly, I kissed his lean muscles, lapping up the rest of his cum.
That's how Cash found us, Orion on his back and Jonas kneeling behind me, my face and back glistening with their cum.
"My god, Pearl. You're perfect for us."
Orion and Jonas swapped places with him, going up front to help whoever was driving.
"Please," I was face down on the blankets, trying to rub my pebbled nipples and aching pussy against the rough wool. "I need to cum."
Reaching down, Cash grabbed a fistful of my hair, and guided me over his lap. "This is what happens to bad girls who don't listen to their masters." His hand smacked one bottom cheek, then the other, beating a rhythm for several minutes as we bounced down the road.
I lay do
wn my head and cried, not from pain, for the spanking did little more than warm my sit spots, but from frustration. A huge roaring need lay in my loins, growing with each passing mile.
When Cash finally drew me up, my body was still full of need, but my mind was at peace. Cash's discipline always left me feeling very submissive and cared for. "I'm sorry," I said, huddling against his chest.
"I know this is a lot for you to take in, but you don't need to worry. Trust us, and let us take control. Can you do that?"
I nodded, for I could, if only for that moment. He kissed my forehead. "You're a rare gem. A perfect Pearl all for us."
I loved hearing those words, and with the heat from my spanked bum radiating through me, I was able to let them wash away my fears, for now.
He held me for a long time, and I was the one who eased up off his lap.
"Please, sir." I knelt before him. Cash's dominance had comforted me and sparked my submissive longings. "May I satisfy you?"
Heat rose into his dark eyes and he gave a nod. Widening his legs, he let me draw out his cock. I lowered myself and kissed his member as he smiled above me. It felt right to abase myself to him, my captor. Using my saliva, I worked my hand up and down his thick shaft. When he was close, I dropped my mouth over just the head and let my tongue lap against the ridge of his cock's crown. His seed filled my mouth.
"Good girl," he gasped. I cleaned him with light, careful licks, and he tucked himself away, then lay down on his back and curled me into his side. Collecting my hands so they wouldn't stray, he bid me close my eyes and nap the rest of the way, saying, "Once you agree to marry us, the last thing we'll want to do is sleep."
* * *
I must have dozed off in Cash's arms. The wagon bounced over a huge rut, and I opened my eyes, and spent a few miles studying Cash. The bearded man was his usual dapper self, wearing one of his fine black suits and sporting the close-clipped beard that showcased his attractive jawline. I loved being close to him, smelling his wild, masculine scent, the smell of smoke and the outdoors that not even his soap could cover.
He seemed so sure of himself and his offer. If I declined, I wondered if they'd truly let me go. I shivered a little.
Cash noticed my trembling and tucked me closer.
"Do you feel the wagon moving up the hill? We built on the side of the mountain, so we can see all the land."
When the wagon stopped, he bundled me into his coat, for I was still naked, and carried me out, where the view stunned me.
We were in the heights of the mountains, the foothills stretching out below. The land was dry and arid, but the side of the mountain held some forest and field as well as the long rocky road we'd just climbed.
The brown mass on the closest hills was their herd of cattle, Cash explained. They also kept a few horses and hogs.
"Here it 'tis, lass." Brock came barreling towards us. "Welcome to yer new home."
"If you say yes," Samson murmured. I was grateful that at least one of them thought it should be my choice. If I said no, would the other four turn on him?
The men all broke into action; they seemed to each have a role. Orion and Jonas led the horses to the stables while Samson unhitched the oxen from the canopied wagon. Cash carried me up further to the house set over the land. The great lodge reminded me of an eagle's nest, perched on the mountain. We could see anyone approach from down below.
Cash ascended the steps to the big porch and paused.
"It's my honor to carry you over the hearth," he chuckled.
I stiffened, and he squeezed me to his chest so he could kiss me.
"Relax, little one. We will do all we can to make sure you enjoy your time with us."
The house was large, sporting a big area with a fireplace in the middle, dividing the room. One had extra chairs and cushions to sit on, and the other, larger, had a long table and pots and pans around the hearth. The whole place had high ceilings, built for Samson's benefit.
There was no fire in the hearth, for it was summer. A few windows opened to the light and air. Cash set me down, and guided me to the left, to give me the rest of the tour. Not surprisingly, he took me straight to the bedrooms.
Behind us, I could hear the men stomping back from their chores, their voices echoing in the great lodge. They all sounded very eager and I shivered. If they were to keep me here forever, no one would know, or care. But I couldn't dwell on that.
Cash was nothing but courteous as he showed me the rest of the rooms. The first and largest, held a big bed, where I'd probably end up spending most of my time if I married them. Another room just held bunks, enough for all the men, and it looked the most lived in.
There was another little room that Cash used as an office and library. He was the one who handled the money and did the sums, and studied on how to best run the ranch. He was the only one who could read with any skill.
My thoughts swirled as Cash led me on by the hand. It was a beautiful house, and part of me was tempted to live here. If I said yes, what would be my role? Would I just be a whore to them, a slave of their passions and my own? There were worse ways to live but what would happen if they tired of me?
Wife or whore, I could never be enough. I had to say no. But when I did, would they let me go?
Cash directed me back to the big room.
"They wanted me to show you the house, because I could best explain this." He opened an inner door to show me a small space that held a large tub and its own fireplace. Pulling a lever, he showed me how they had installed a sluice for water, and my eyes widened. They had built a water closet.
"How?" I had heard of, but never seen such a fancy room.
"They're quite easy to design," he said smugly. "The Romans had bathhouses, after all. This is just a small one."
The water came in from an outside tank, he explained. We could heat it over the fireplace, and have a lovely bath.
The rest of the large room had a small table, dresser, a trunk and two chairs. Someone—possibly Jonas and Orion, had already decorated the room with a few colorful scarves.
"This room would be yours, Pearl. When you shut the door, no one may enter without your permission, unless there's danger."
I blinked at him and he smiled. My men had thought out everything. I still didn't understand the setup, especially the room with all the bunks in it that reminded me of an army barracks.
"What about all of you? Do you all have space to yourself?"
"We're used to sharing one."
He offered no more explanation, and I was left wondering at their odd life. It struck me that I didn't know much about them. I hadn't even realized they knew each other.
They'd worked together, coming to me one by one, charming me, leading me on. I felt a little angry at being tricked, but I couldn't fully blame them—I had promised myself I'd keep from falling in love with them. But, somewhere along the way, I'd become attached.
"I'll leave you here now, to relax and get ready for dinner. Someone will call you but I'm sure you'll hear the boots tromping inside the house. There's a few things for you in the dresser already."
He left, and I explored. I found a hairbrush—another gift? I used the water in the beautiful little room to clean up from my journey, and set aside Cash's coat. I was still naked, so I searched through the dresser, but found nothing more than a simple white shift, not unlike the one I used when entertaining as a gem. As I put it on, I could hear the men returning to the house.
A knock sounded at my door but no one entered, as Cash had promised. "Pearl? Are ye ready, lass?"
I cracked the door enough to smile at him. The big Scott's cheeks were chapped from the wind and working outside. He smelled fresh and wild, and wore his usual faded trousers, though he'd put on a clean shirt for me.
"Do ye like yer room?"
I hesitated. "It's not my room."
"It is because we built it for ye." He leaned forward, his breath caressing my face. "And Cash has promised that he'll punish ye for not bein
g honest with us, so tell me what ye think of this place."
"I like it," I whispered. I leaned against the doorjamb, hiding my body.
"I'd ask ye to invite me in, but we're about to eat. Will ye join us?"
"I don't have a dress…" I started, and watched his hazel eyes light up.
"We don't need ye tae dress." His brogue grew thicker. "We like tae look at ye."
I sighed. "Very well."
He grinned, and I opened the door to greet four other excited faces. The men sat around the long table, waiting for me. They put me in the middle, with Orion to my left and Cash to my right, at the head, and Jonas across the way smirking at me. Brock and Samson served the food and I ate, feeling at once strange and unclothed, and perfectly normal—I rarely kept my clothes on long in my men's presence.
When we were done, they all helped clear the table, but bade me sit. Samson gave me a cup of tea brewed with herbs Orion grew in the garden.
"No pudding tonight," Brock announced.
"That's all right. We already have something sweet." Orion put his arm around me, and Jonas touched his toe to mine under the table. The contact in a new, unfamiliar place surprised me, and I stiffened.
"Easy, boys," Cash murmured. "It's Pearl's first night here. We need to go slowly."
"That's right, get away with ye, ye hungry lad." Brock pretended to swat Orion, who looked at me, chastised.
"I'm sorry, Pearl." Across the way, Jonas also looked contrite.
"It's all right." I didn't want them to be upset. "I'm just… taking it all in."
"This is your space, love," Cash said. "No one will hurt you."
"We would never hurt you," Samson rumbled.
I said nothing to that. There were many ways men could hurt me. The deepest wounds didn't come from fists or knives, but words and actions. As much as I had craved more connection, it was better for me to remain at a distance and share with them only a few hours a week. I knew I could be a good whore.
"What brought you to this place? Why did you build here?"
The men all looked at each other a moment, and I felt a flicker of uneasiness.
"That's a long tale," Cash said smoothly. "So I will simply say that we wanted land, and here there's plenty. We also liked the idea of living on the mountain. We can farm, keep the herd on the plain, and Brock and Orion can still hunt in the forest on the eastern side."