Just Mark. You have to make do with only one cock

Mark pulls your hair and slaps your ass as he fucks you hard, knowing it drives you crazy. You squeal and writhe, grinding back against his thrusting shaft, savouring every second of your defilement, embracing your role as fuck sleeve for these strong men. You've never felt so owned, or so alive, and your orgasms are like the nectar of life to you as you shudder and moan.

You wish that one of the others would take your mouth, forcing his cock into you so you can know the glorious joy of being spitroasted, but they're largely ignoring you, chuckling and chatting as they drink. Somehow their indifference makes your violation even more exciting, and a surging new orgasmic wave ripples through your shuddering body. You press your face against the sleeping bag, biting a mouthful of fabric as you whine frantically, your feet kicking as your spasms control you.

"Fuck! Here's another load for you!" Mark snarls, hammering his pulsing cock balls deep in your grasping cunt as he squeezes your rump with his strong hands. You scream through your clenched teeth as you feel hot jets of his seed pumping into you, triggering more spasms as you writhe and buck. You're so alive, so thoroughly fucked, and such a glorious slut. You want to be like this forever, the possession of these strong men, serving their needs in this isolated cabin, all thought of independence gone.

Mark pulls out of you with a satisfied groan and you slump onto your side, staring up at your men with wanton languor. You want another to take you, but they seem disinterested for the moment. You slide a hand between your thighs, fingering yourself as you wait for one of them to want you.

Your heart races quickly when Pete turns his attention to you, hoping that he will announce that you're about to feel his majestic cock.

"What about your friends Lisa?" he asks. "They're probably worried you didn't show up yesterday. Maybe we should go find them and let them know you're ok. What do you think?