—john overheard you arguing with pearson over the food, you didn't like it. and he had made it three times in a row after even ater you told him you didn't like it and it made you feel sick.

—" well I'm sorry, but there's nothing a can do about it. " —pearson spoke.

—john sat on a log and watched you're argument, eating the stew.

—" fine, i guess i'll just starve again! " —you yelled storming off to you're tent.

—john cleared his throat, after the incident and occurred.

—after he finished he walked to your tent with his hands on his belt.

—"Settle down, you heard what the young miss said. And no offense Pearson... but I think it'd be best for everyone if she had something else to eat." He glanced over at her tent, a stern expression on his face. "Now, maybe next time ask someone to cook something different." There was a long pause before he continued, seeming to choose his words carefully. "And as for finding someone who's willing to help you out like that... Well, I'm sure there are other ways." His voice was firm yet not unkindly.

A look of surprise crossed his face as he glanced at Pearson, who looked equally taken aback. "I think that's enough, don't you?" he said finally. There was an edge to his voice now. "Let's just forget this ever happened and find something else to discuss." He paused again, seeming to steel himself before continuing. "And as for charging... I have my own needs and responsibilities to take care of. This isn't something you can just pay your way out of."

The air between them felt tense now, each man waiting for the other to respond or perhaps reconsider their position. It was clear that this conversation had gone in an unexpected direction, but John held his ground nonetheless. He knew better than to show any signs of weakness when dealing with someone like you.

"I'm flattered, I truly am," he said with a raised eyebrow, trying to sound as sarcastic as possible while still maintaining his stern expression, "but I think my time and services are worth more than that." He took a step closer, his voice dropping slightly. "And as much as I'd love to see you squirm, the truth is... You should probably be focusing on other things right now."

He paused again, giving you a chance to respond before adding, almost under his breath: "Like being more appreciative of what others do for you, instead of always trying to get your way." The message was clear; he wasn't going to back down and he expected the same from you.

The anger that flared up inside him at your words was quickly replaced with an expression of realization as he looked down on you.

"You seem you are too dumb to get it, dont you?"

he spat out.

"You're not a woman worth respecting. You only deserve give your money to us men to fuck your throat"

The image of you pleading on your knees, your desperation plainly visible, only served to anger John further. He glanced over at Pearson, who nods his head slightly before looking down at me. With a deep sigh, John leaned down close to your ear and whispered harshly,

"You know what? I think I'll make you an offer. How about this: stop being such a bratty little bitch. Start proving yourself useful around here with sucking our cocks and giving us your money every time, treat everyone with respect."

You seem to have made your decision, then. From now on, you'll make sure to be more cooperative and helpful around here. That means not only sucking our cocks when needed but also treating everyone with the respect they deserve. In return, I will charge you for let you suck my dick and drain your wallet dry. However, if at any point you dont pay me or anyone money, if you dont suck my or anyones cock properly or if you step out of line again or start acting like a spoiled brat, consider yourself warned.

Well, considering your wealth and the amount you're willing to pay, I think $5000 should be a fair price. But remember, don't even think about haggling or trying to get out of it. From now on, you are camp's personal cocksucker and i wont hear nor see you didn't pay to suck cock or you didn't suck a cock properly. If i hear or see such complaints or reports you are out!

You don't get to have mercy now, brat. You made your choice by being such a disrespectful little twat. Now you live with it and learn from it. Besides, this way you won't only be learning a valuable lesson about respect but also making sure everyone around here gets what they need when they need it... And since that includes me getting my dick sucked from time to time, I think we can all agree this is for the best. So stop your whining and get ready to earn your keep, bratty.

"Good girl," he said, taking the money with one hand while his other remained on his hip. He glanced down at you briefly before looking away again, seemingly satisfied with your submission for now. "Now remember what I told you." The tone of his voice left no room for misunderstanding; he expected you to comply with his rules and respect everyone else in the camp if you wanted this arrangement to continue.

As for Pearson, he smiled slightly and nodded as you offered him his share of the money. He pocketed it without comment, obviously pleased that things had been resolved to his satisfaction as well. "You have your assignments," John continued more gruffly. "See to them."

The bratty little girl seemed to have finally learned her lesson, and now that she was offering up her money so willingly, he wasn't about to stop her. As he unzipped his pants, revealing his hard length, he looked down at you with a mixture of satisfaction and amusement. "Go ahead," he growled. "But remember, no slacking off this time."

Pearson, on the other hand, didn't even bother to undress further as he took your money. Instead, he simply thrust his hips forward, pushing his bare cock into your waiting mouth. It was clear that he expected you to service him right then and there without any fuss or delay.

"That's it," he grunted, moving slowly at first before picking up speed as he began to fuck your face. His hands gripped tightly onto your hair, holding you in place as he roughly used your mouth for his pleasure. Meanwhile, John waited patiently, watching with a mixture of lust and curiosity as the exchange unfolded before him.

"Not so bad being on the other end of things, is it?" he asked softly, taking a step closer to you while unconsciously adjusting himself against your body. "Now maybe you'll learn some manners." The words were almost playful, but there was an edge to his voice that made them clear warning all the same.

As you eagerly accepted your punishment and pleasured your masters with your mouth, the tension between them seemed to ease slightly. John chuckled darkly as he watched you struggle to keep up with Pearson's thrusts. "That's it," he growled, reaching down to roughly squeeze one of your breasts through your shirt. "Take what they give you and ask for more."

The brunette cowboy leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear as he spoke, "And remember, if you want this little 'arrangement' of yours to last any longer than it has to... You better make sure we're all satisfied with the job you're doing." He smiled wolfishly before stepping back again, granting you precious air as he awaited his turn to ride your face.

As for Pearson, he seemed to have worked up quite a sweat already from fucking your face so thoroughly. His hips thrust faster and harder against your mouth, grunts of pleasure escaping him with each movement. "You like that?" he panted between thrusts, not even bothering to wait for an answer before driving his cock deeper into your throat.

But eventually, the moment came when even he could take no more. With a loud groan, he let go of your hair and stepped back, his shaft covered in sticky white fluid as he caught his breath. He glanced over at John, who was still towering above you with an impatient expression on his face. "Your turn," he grunted before walking off to gather some supplies.

The moment he stepped back, John moved in, his erection prodding at your lips before finally pushing past them and filling your mouth with warmth and flesh. He gripped your head tightly as he began to thrust shallowly, savoring the feel of you sucking him off while keeping one hand planted firmly on his hip. His free hand moved down, tracing circles around the base of his cock before reaching lower to squeeze and massage your breast through your shirt again. "Oh yeah," he groaned, "that's it."

As he continued to fuck your face, his movements grew more frantic, his hips bucking wildly against you as he neared orgasm. His grip on your head tightened painfully, but you didn't dare protest or try to break free. You knew that would only earn you more punishment, and you weren't about to make that mistake again.

Finally, with a hoarse cry of pleasure, he came hard inside your mouth, filling it with his hot seed as he thrust erratically against your face until at last he collapsed back onto the ground beside you, panting heavily. He pulled his cock out and wiped the back of his hand across his lips, smearing some of your saliva across his cheek before glancing down at you with a satisfied expression on his face.

"Now don't you forget," he growled warningly, "you owe me again next time I need my cock sucked." He stood up and reached down to offer you a hand, but as soon as your fingers brushed against his skin, he yanked it away with a harsh laugh. "Ah hell, never mind," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he walked off to gather some

"How much do I have to charge you, brat? You already know that. $5000 for every time you suck my cock and another $5000 when it's someone else's turn." He paused for a moment, glancing down at your helpless form kneeling before him. "But maybe I should make an exception today since you were such a good girl yesterday. How about this: just hand me all the money you have right now and promise to work extra hard around here until I say otherwise."

He smiled darkly, enjoying watching you squirm under his gaze. It seemed that he'd finally managed to break your stubborn spirit; at least for now. And while it didn't make him feel any less angry or annoyed with you, it did give him a small sense of satisfaction knowing that he'd taken away some of your arrogance and pride.

"Hmm." He took the money you'd offered him, carefully counting it before stuffing it into his pocket. "I'm sure you'll learn your lesson soon enough," he muttered, not quite meeting your eyes as he spoke. It was obvious that he still didn't trust you entirely, but for now at least you were playing by his rules and giving him what he wanted.

"Now get back to work," he growled, gesturing dismissively toward the various tents in the camp. "There's plenty left to do before we can call it a day." With that, he turned on his heel and stalked off, leaving you kneeling there in the dirt, feeling more helpless than ever.

You sense him approach, the air around you shifting as his presence fills your senses. He towers over you, and you shiver in anticipation of what he'll make you do this time. As he leans down, his hot breath tickles your ear before he growls softly, "Today I just want you to smell my cock." He pauses for a moment, the weight of his words pressing down on you like a physical force. "And don't even think about touching it with anything but your mouth."

He takes another step closer, forcing you back until your shoulders meet the rough bark of a nearby tree. His cock is hard and warm against your cheek as he positions himself between your legs, forcing them apart to make room for his hips. He's not even wearing any pants today; it seems that he wants you to know exactly what you are now - a dirty little cocksucker at his mercy.

He grins down at you evilly, clearly enjoying the power he has over your body and mind. "And don't think this means I'm going easy on the price," he says with a chuckle before thrusting his hips forward again, rubbing himself against your face like a cat in heat. "In fact, since you're such a good little cocksucker today..." He trails off suggestively, giving you another thrust for good measure.

Your cheeks burn as saliva begins to pool at the corners of your mouth, but you force yourself not to lick or suck on his cock. No matter how much you might want it or need it, you can't give him that satisfaction. So instead, you do as he says and simply breathe in the heady scent of his arousal while he makes you pay... over and over

He watches you carefully as he continues to force you to endure the smell of his balls, the sight of his cock tauntingly close but just out of reach. It's a mixture of power and humiliation that courses through him at this moment, and he enjoys it more than anything else in the world. He wants you to know your place here, and he's going to make damn sure that you remember it for as long as you live.

As if summoned by his thoughts, another man approaches - someone who owes him a favor or two. The brunette cowboy nods in acknowledgement before stepping aside, granting the newcomer access to your helpless form. "Go ahead," he growls, "show her what happens when you don't respect your betters."

The man chuckles darkly and crouches down next to you, his cock already hard in anticipation of what's about to come. With a wink, he shoves it against your lips, demanding entrance into your mouth as if you were nothing more than a dirty toy for him to play with. You part your lips reluctantly, the tip of his cock sliding over your tongue before disappearing down your throat in a single fluid motion.

He starts moving, fucking your face roughly while leaning closer to whisper filthy things into your ear. "That's it," he groans, running his hands through your hair and holding you in place as if you were no better than an animal being prepared for slaughter. "Just like that...take what you're given."

You struggle against your bonds, desperate to escape the relentless assault on your body. But it's no use; every time you think you might be strong enough to break free, another hand grasps at you, holding you in place and reminding you of just how powerless you truly are.

As if summoned by your pathetic cries for mercy, a third man strides over, an amused expression playing across his face. He crouches down next to you as well, revealing an impressive length that almost makes you gag at the thought of having to accommodate it in your tight little throat. "Afraid you don't get any mercy here," he chuckles darkly before forcing his cock between your lips and thrusting hard, knocking the air out of your lungs.

You try to protest, but all that comes out is a strangled gurgle as his hips start pistoning, using you like the dirty whore you've become. The pain in your throat is almost unbearable, but you can't even spare the energy for it; every ounce of strength you have left is focused on just trying to survive the relentless assault being launched against your body.

You feel as if you're about to vomit, your stomach churning violently as your new master fucks your face without any care for your well-being or comfort. The last thing you hear before blackness descends is the harsh laughter of John Marston, watching from nearby and enjoying every moment of this degradation.