I was already in the service of four cocks (my Master, Sweet Cream, Black Dick, and Pollón Cañero) who knew how to put me in my place the way a bitch like me needs. But I kept explaining fantasies to my Master, suggesting ideas to put them into practice with me and continue advancing in my progression as a whore. And that's how the possibility of fulfilling one of those fantasies came about.

My Master told me that they were going to take me to a country house for the weekend and obviously I would be the whore of the four at all times. As usual, my Master ordered me to figure out how to make sure I never stopped being his slut, to think about games, situations to use me, menus to feed me, etc. It was a dream come true. I gladly explained to my Master how everything could be organized, how the agenda for those days could be.

And so the day arrived. The men had rented a van with three rows of seats. The first row, for the driver and co-pilot. The second and third rows, with three seats each. The day we left, a Friday, my Master told me in which parking lot they had left the van so that I could go and get in while they weren't inside. He had left it open, of course.

I arrived at the van. I got in and stripped completely, storing my clothes and shoes in a backpack I had with me. I only put on knee pads to serve better on all fours and to avoid ending up with bruised knees. I texted my Master telling him I was already inside and lay down on the third row of seats waiting for the men to arrive. After a few minutes, they were there. I heard Pollón Cañero say:

- Oh, look what's here!!

- What is it? - said Black Dick.

- A backpack. Whose could it be? Hahaha - replied Pollón Cañero, always joking.

They all got in the car. My Master was driving, Sweet Cream was in the front passenger seat. Hard Dick and Pollón Cañero were in the second row, in front of mine. Just before we left, Pollón Cañero teased me again by saying:

- Well, now that all the objects are in the car, can we go now, right?

- Of course - said my Master.

We set off. There I was in the back completely naked and the men were looking at their phones, or driving like my Master, or chatting about trivial things. Soon after we left, Hard Dick asked:

- Can you show me the photos of the house? I hardly saw it.

- Wait, I'll send them to you - said Sweet Cream.

- Oh, it looks really good. It's going to be awesome.

- Of course it's going to be awesome. Isn't that right, whore? - said Pollón Cañero, giving me a slap on the ass.

And so the journey went on. In general, as if I wasn't there. Only at some moments they mentioned me with some provocative phrases, like for example:

- Let's see how this slut behaves.

- I can't wait to humiliate this bitch.

When we had been on the road for almost an hour and were already on some secondary road,...