Menya spent the rest of the night being fucked without rest. Her mouth and pussy and ass were filled to the brim at all times, as soon as one cock pulled out of her another would replace it. She felt their touches, fondling her boobs and her ass while she was too occupied to do anything about it. The feeling of helplessness thrilled her as the men used her for their own pleasure and pleasured her in turn. Her moans were always muffled by a thick piece of meat stuffed between her lips, while the relentless pounding against her tight sex and rear made her body's curves in all the right places jiggle in all the right ways.<br/><br/>The catgirl moved with the men, bouncing on their hard rods, bobbing her head over the one in her mouth, and occasionally reaching out to stroke the other two. It was tiring and taxed her endurance to please all her partners, especially when she had to go at it without a break, while the men at least could have some time off in between pistoning powerful strokes into her willing and eager body. For her part she was grateful that at least they didn't team up on her holes and instead settle for watching and jerking off when it wasn't their turn. The non-stop stimulation brought Menya to orgasm long before her partners approached their own. The men continued fucking her even through the trembling and shaking of her body under their assault, giving her no chance to rest or recover.<br/><br/>As the orgy continued, Menya became more fatigued, and it fell to the men to do the work so to speak, which they did eagerly and powerfully. By the time the first of her partners spilled his seed in her ass, she had been reduced to little more than a fucktoy. Her by now well-used hole was barely given a moment to gape before another man plugged her up again with his waiting erection. Her lovers repositioned her as they pleased between them, tilting her head back so the third could fuck her mouth and throat. A second climax tore through her body, and still the men showed no signs of stopping anytime soon.<br/><br/>Menya lost track of how many times she was made to cum and how many times she was cummed inside, as the rest of the night became a blissful, semi-conscious haze, filled with the salty aroma of sweat and seed, punctuated by the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh that ceased temporarily only when she was flipped over to a new, even more humiliating position. Though she was long past feeling any sense of shame by this point, and all she wanted was another cock inside her whenever the current man shot his load down her throat, up her womb, or deep in her bowels. Her wishes were fulfilled, at least until she drifted off into unconsciousness from over-exertion and over-stimulation...<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>She didn't wake up sticky and stinking of dried semen and sweat, but that was little consolation to the catgirl. While Hanifa woke with a pleasant tingling between her legs, Menya's crotch felt like a slab of meat tenderized with a hammer, and her jaw was sore and aching horribly from being held wide open for so long the night before. But the time she had... if only she hadn't passed out so soon, it might have been worth it. "Never again," she muttered to herself, as she tried to get up, and found that she could only manage to walk with a very tell-tale and awkward waddle.<br/><br/>While Hanifa moped about bemoaning being mistaken for prostitutes, Menya took a long drink from the contraceptive tea to quench the thirst in her parched throat. By the time the catgirl finished her cup and the ranger finished sighing, Menya was feeling much more charitable and like herself again. "See? There're only twenty-five silver pieces here," she counted. "Probably left by the men I invited, five per man. This means Namir didn't leave any money behind for you, and of course he wouldn't, my men were pretty clearly only here for a good time, but Namir was here for somethinya more. When we come back from the Pillars of the Sun, you should go see him again, maybe just the two of you this time without an orgy goinya on in the background," she giggled.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Bluff</div><div class="spoiler_body">Not sure if it is necessary, but 22 on a bluff to make Hanifa feel better. Menya just made up that theory on the spot! (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=61491)<br/></div></div><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Riding a horse in her current state was an... illuminating experience, in that it illuminated new extents of agony that Menya had not even realized were possible before. Though by the time they arrived at Pharaoh Acherres II's tomb, most of the aches had subsided and she was riding and walking mostly normally again. Menya looked, impressed, at the rows of statues of skeletal priests and warriors. There was a message here; the pharaoh had chosen these statues instead of more normal statues of living, fleshy subjects for a reason. There might as well have been a sign over the entrance to the tomb reading 'Undead inside!' Unless, of course, it was just a bluff and there were only really dead, dead inside, in which case Menya would have to tip her non-existent cap at the pharaoh for his bold ruse.<br/><br/>"Maybe the Aspis and Cheliaxians are just smart," Menya mused. "Let the plucky Pathfinders go in first, trigger all the traps, and find the treasure, then take it from them when they're done. I guess we'll deal with that when the time comes!" With that, she began to make her way inside the tomb, alert and wary for any traps, bow in hand.