Another sleep for a tired slut.

You become utterly cock drunk, lost to reason and losing any sense of time as thick shafts get thrust into every hole, stretching and filling you, pumping you full of hot seed. Finally, they're sated and your body lies stretched and trembling across the table. You're dimly aware of them lifting you up and tucking you back into your sleeping bag in front of the fire, murmuring some kind of thanks as you sink into deep and exhausted sleep.

When you wake the cabin is dim, lit only by the grey light filtering through windows and the banked glow of the fire. Moaning, you stagger into the bathroom and empty your bladder, gasping with relief. You ache all over, and the memory of how hard you've been fucked comes back to you with startling clarity. You've been used harder in the last hours than you've ever been, and while you're sore you feel a satisfied glow in your belly, proud that you took everything they could give you.

In the mirror you see a tousled, bedraggled whore, and you sponge yourself clean and make some effort to tidy your hair before leaving the bathroom, wondering how long it will take before the men have their fat cocks in your trembling body again.

To your surprise and disappointment the cabin is empty, and for a moment you feel cold and frightened, thinking they've abandoned you. You find a note saying that they've gone hunting and will be back later in the day, but you have no idea when that might be and you're hungry. Hunting around you find some supplies and make a sandwich, eating it while standing naked, looking out a window and hoping they'll return soon.

Your clothes are partly burned, another note telling you that they were left to close to the fire and were set alight by sparks. One of the men has left you a t-shirt to wear, and you slip it on, giggling to see that it fits you like a tent, falling off the orbs of your tits and hanging like a sack to mid-thigh.

You don't know what to do. Your car is still stuck and without help you can't get it free. You have no clothes, except this t-shirt, and you're certainly not dressed to walk in the woods in the rain. There isn't anything to do except wait until the men return, and then you're sure you'll have lots to do, you think with a smile. Your holes are a little sore, but you're aching to have them full again, savouring the idea of being used hard by four ruthless men.