The Maids Adventures chapter 1  (continued)

The Maids Adventures chapter 1 (continued)


After she finished eating she watched the men moving around out of the corners of her eyes. The only one who seemed to be paying any attention to them was Samuel. He kept looking over at us with a grin on his face that made Bridget shudder, especially when she remembered Patrick's words. Time seemed to be running at a strange pace, far too fast and far too slow, waiting for the moment when she'd meet her fate with them.

It came even more quickly than she'd expected.

The men finished their chores and suddenly Patrick was lifting Eleanor up by her arm and pulling her over to the other side of the clearing. Princess Eleanor started yelling immediately, the fight obviously back in her, but he just laughed and slid his hand into her upper part of her dress, doing something that made her shriek. That was all Bridget had time to see before Samuel was suddenly in front of her, looming over her and blocking her entire field of vision.

Hold off Sam, said Garrett in that authoritative voice of his. You know how we agreed to do this.

Sam scowled. I don't want to wait. Blaine? What do you think?

What Garrett said, she'll be more fun if we do it his way, the boyish one said gruffly. Bridget closed her eyes, trying to shut out the sound of small shrieks and moans, slaps of flesh against flesh that were coming from where Patrick had dragged the Princess.

Depends on your meaning of 'fun, Samuel said gruffly I don't want to wait that long.

Use her mouth then and let Garrett do his thing, but if you do that then you go last, Blaine replied. Use her mouth? Bridget didn't understand.

Their words seemed to swirl in the air around her, confusing her and making the entire situation that much more surreal.

Suddenly she was being pulled up to her knees, her eyes flying open. Someone pressed in behind her, their broad body hot against her back. In front of her was Samuel, undoing the laces on his breeches. She could see a bulge of flesh pressing against the front.

Relax sweetheart, Garrett murmured in her ear. It will go easier for you if you don't panic.

The suggestion seemed almost ludicrous, but somehow it helped. Knowing that he was there and caring for her well being in some way, actually helped despite her fear and anxiety. It made her feel a little bit less alone. Although the sounds coming from Patrick and Eleanor were still terrifying, especially because she couldn't see what was happing? Then she was distracted as one of Garrett's hands slid into the top of her dress, the other undoing the laces. Her breasts spilled out of the gaping fabric, ample mounds of flesh tipped with soft pink nipples. Hot breath on her neck made her shiver with a reaction she'd never experienced and then his lips were there, sucking gently on her sensitive flesh and she gasped with the shock of it. Cupping her breast, he squeezed the soft flesh and she shuddered, feeling an answering response deep in her belly. What was happening to her?

Cool air brushed her skin as Samuel pulled himself free of his breeches, a thick stalk of man flesh that riveted her attention even as her upper body was bared to men's eyes for the first time in her life. Blaine was helping Garrett undress her as Garrett's hands caressed her flesh, sending goose bumps creeping across her skin even though she wasn't cold.

Open up, Samuel ordered, grasping the top of her head by her hair and pressing the tip of his cock against her mouth. Bridget stared up at him in shock of what he wanted from her, thinking that she must be misunderstanding him.

Open those pretty lips, Garrett whispered into her ear, then his teeth bit down on her earlobe and Bridget gasped. Samuel took advantage to push him-self into her.

Don't you dare bite down, the cruel looking man ordered, glaring down at her.

Bridget was a churning mass of conflicted emotions and sensations. Just as Samuel had invaded her mouth, Garrett's hands had cupped both of her breasts, his fingers pinching her nipples in a way that made her feel like she was on fire, awakening a yearning itch deep inside of her. She could feel herself losing control, losing herself because she didn't know how to deal with what was going on, she had no defenses against Garrett's skilled hands and the way he was eliciting responses from her untried body. At the same time, Samuel was thrusting in and out of her mouth, a musky, salty taste that was heavy on her tongue. The more he pushed back and forth the harder it was for her to breath.

Garrett murmured encouragement in her ear that she barely heard, advice that she did her best to follow as Samuel plundered her mouth. The entire time Garrett continued to caress her as Blaine watched from the sidelines, only helping when Garrett needed assistance with her clothes.

She started to feel dizzy with all the strange pleasures that were making her nipples Harding and her breasts feel heavy and swollen, the strange new heat that was coiling deep in her belly and between her legs. Dizzy with the lack of air as Samuel began to push down her throat. She would have panicked then if Garrett hadn't been encouraging her to swallow, promising her that she would be alright.

Suddenly Samuel's grip on her hair tightened and she quivered, his thick shaft swelling in her mouth as he thrust it forward, the hair at his groin pressing against her lips as she took him fully into her mouth and down her throat. Fingers stroked her neck as tears sparked in her eyes and hot fluid gushed down into her belly. She could feel Samuel's manhood pulsing against her lower lip and tongue, every spurt of his seed traveling through that part of his body and into hers. Her stomach roiled for a moment at the knowledge that she was swallowing him.

The fingers in her hair relaxed and the flesh inside of her mouth had already started to soften as Samuel pulled out, leaving her gasping for air.

Her throat felt raw and her lips swollen and bruised. The taste of him was still in her mouth, not completely unpleasant but not good either.

Good girl, Garrett murmured in her ear, distracting her from the ordeal she'd just gone through. Trust me it was worth it, he won't be so rough on you now, when it's his turn.

His turn for what!

Suddenly Bridget found herself being turned over and picked up, her skirt sliding off of her body and leaving her completely naked and exposed.

She whimpered and tried to cover herself with her hands, which the men ignored as Blaine and Garrett laid the skirt on the ground and then her on top of them. Next to them stood Samuel just watching with glittering eyes, his manhood tucked away but his breeches were still unlaced. All three of the men were caressing her with their gazes, taking in her creamy skin and moist pinkness between her legs. Unable to bear seeing them drinking her in, she turned her head and found herself staring over at the Princess, only now noticing that the shrieks had stopped and Princess Eleanor was now moaning in a way that sounded... unexpected. Not pained moans or protesting moans; there was something in the quality of her voice that stirred that tension in Bridget's belly. She was shocked to see Patrick between the Princess' bare legs, his buttocks clenching as he pumped hard, the same way that Samuel had been thrusting in and out of her mouth.

Taking her bound wrists, Blaine held them above her head kneeling next to her on the ground he cupped one breast in his hand, kneading it almost carelessly. She whimpered, feeling extremely exposed as Garrett lay almost on top of her, his mouth coming down on her other breast.

She gasped as he took her nipple between his lips wet and hot. The heat between her legs was becoming almost painful, she could feel her womanhood pulsing. Squeezing her thighs together helped relieve some of the tension, but not enough.

She groaned as Garrett's knee thrust between hers, pushing her legs apart. The suckling at her breast made her writhe for them, forgetting everything in the hot wash of pleasure that slid through her weak defenses. Being completely inexperienced with men, Bridget had no idea how to handle the tumultuous emotions and the desires that Garrett was coaxing from her. His hand traveled over the silken skin of her stomach and between her legs, which were parted just enough to allow him to curve his fingers through the curly hair of her womanhood and into that most intimate heart of her.

The touch knocked her back to her senses for a moment and she gave a shriek of protest, which he ignored.

Stop, stop, please! she started to beg, finally finding her voice. Garrett's fingers rubbed between the folds of her flesh, igniting sparks that flew through her, terrifying her as she'd never felt anything like this before. Oh please, you can't... you have to stop... please... don't! She tried to squeeze her thighs together, unable to stop struggling now that she'd started.

Garrett removed his mouth from her breast as Blaine pinched her nipple, making her body arch. This is happening sweetheart. We've got needs and we haven't had a woman in the camp for awhile, but I'm going to take care of you.

Please, just let me go, she begged, looking from him to Blaine for mercy. Instinctively she knew that there was no point in looking at Samuel. Blaine's expression was indifferent as he continued to toy with her breast.

No, said Garrett firmly. Just relax sweetheart, you're going to enjoy this. Strong hands parted her thighs and she could feel the cool, fresh air licking across her heated flesh. She started begging again, hating the way that Garrett was looking at her so intimately. Then his head dipped and she screamed with shock as his mouth came down between her legs.

The hot need she'd been experiencing turned into an inferno. In almost a daze she realized that his tongue was licking at her, taking long, slow tastes of that most sacred part of her. The firm grip of his hands on her thighs prevented her from struggling any further she couldn't even press her legs together in an attempt to push him away from her body. And she wasn't sure she truly wanted to either. His mouth was eliciting the most incredible pleasure, her body starting to undulate in a passionately needy response to this assault on her senses. She was literally losing her mind to sensual instincts, to the overwhelming demand of her body for Garrett to keep on doing what he was doing.

Part of her was screaming out that somehow she had to make him stop and another part of her was protesting the idea of him ever stopping. Her hips were thrusting up and down, moving against his questing tongue and mouth. Blaine's fingers plucked and twisted her nipple, increasing the fervent need that was building on top of itself within her.

Please... she begged, no longer sure what she was begging for. Please.

There was suddenly suction, on some part of her, suction that sent her careening over the edge of that need, ecstasy blossoming out of the coiling tension and zinging through her body. She writhed, dimly realizing that her frantic moans sounded like the ones that the Princess had been making. The waves of pleasure went on and on, draining the fire from her body until she lay, quivering and still.

Good girl, Garrett said. Closing her eyes, Bridget panted for breath, feeling ashamed of herself. She had no idea what had just happened, but she was sure it wasn't proper. Men weren't supposed to put their mouths on women in that way and she was sure that it was wrong of her to have enjoyed it so.

to be continued