The Maids Adventures chapter 2 part 2

The Maids Adventures chapter 2 part 2

She couldn't fit as much of him into her mouth on her own as Samuel was able to force into her, but Blaine didn't seem to mind. He grew thicker and harder, his hand pressing on the back of her head more insistently, and then he groaned very loudly and fluid spilled into her mouth.
Swallowing frantically, Bridget could taste the salty muskiness much more because he wasn't completely in the back of her throat. Blaine held her there as he enjoyed his climax to repletion and then had her continue sucking until he softened against her tongue.

All done, he said, patting her head almost as if she was a dog. Feeling slightly confused about the experience and her own participation in the abasement of her body, Bridget sat back and stayed kneeling as the men moved around her, packing up the camp. Princess Eleanor was also on her knees, done with cleaning up after their meal, and facing away from Bridget. Both of the women waited silently for what the day would bring.


Despite the new circumstances, Bridget found that she was still enjoying travel. It was obvious that neither she nor the Princess were to be trusted on their own horses, even though the horses were tied to leads attached to Samuel's and Blaine's saddles. Instead she was seated with Garrett again and the Princess was with Patrick. Samuel had protested the arrangement but Patrick had put his foot down, saying that Garrett was the better horseman as well as being more likely in keeping the 'bounty' in good condition. While she didn't like being referred to as 'bounty,' she was relieved to be on the horse with Garrett. She felt much safer with him or Blaine than with Samuel.

Garrett allowed her to sit behind him, whereas she could see Princess Eleanor seated in front of Patrick, one hand on his reins and the other roaming inside her clothing. She was sure that if she'd been on Samuel's saddle then she'd be in the same position and she shuddered to think of how the cruel man might abuse her poor, tender body if he had access to it all day. Instead she was able to watch the passing scenery, much as she had before they'd been captured, and enjoy the fresh air and riding a horse. Granted, riding behind a man, her legs split around his backside, was very different from riding on her own horse, but she still enjoyed the exercise. And being pressed up against Garrett wasn't all bad, the beauty of the forest was distracting enough that she was almost able to forget. A few times she even forgot herself so far as to lay her head against his broad back when she started to tire, before remembering who he was and straightening herself up again.

Oh! she exclaimed suddenly, her voice soft but distinct enough that Garrett heard her and looked over his shoulder. Seeing him turn she blushed, anxious at having caught his attention. Most of the ride had been made in silence, other than a few ribald comments from Samuel about the Princess Eleanor and occasional orders from Patrick for rest periods.

What?

Nothing, she mumbled, looking down, feeling even more awkward at having her arms around him.

"What is it, Bridget?" he asked again, his voice a little firmer as if warning her that he would not take no dissembling from her.

She sighed. It's nothing, really. I just saw a doe and fawn, over there. Bridget gestured back the way they'd come, still not looking up at his face, worrying that she would be punished for the noise she'd made. But Garrett just turned around, saying nothing. It made her feel stupid to have drawn attention to herself for something so ordinary.

To her surprise, Garrett pointed out a few more animals to her, a fox, a black squirrel and some colorful birds, when they passed by them during the afternoon, as well as some small clumps of flowers and any other sights he seemed to think might interest her. It made the ride even more enjoyable and part of her hated him for that, because she didn't think she should be enjoying any part of being kidnapped. And almost every part that she had enjoyed had been at the hands of this man, whom she had no choice but to wrap her arms around and press her body against him as they rode.


After they reached the campsite, as Blaine and Samuel were setting things up and Patrick was tending to his own tent - Princess Eleanor was kneeling not too far from him, her hands bound in front of her. Bridget wondered what the other woman had done to merit that, but she didn't have a lot of time to think about it because Garrett was hauling her face down over his lap so that her stomach was pressed against his thighs and her head was hanging down on one side with her legs on the other.

"What are you doing?" she cried out, too surprised to hold her tongue.

Preparing you, he said. Bridget squirmed as he lifted up her skirts and palmed her bottom, feeling a shivery sensation ripple through her at the touch of his hand against her. The intimacy of it was still strange to her, despite the fact that this man had been inside her. After a day of journeying, the events of the night before and the morning seemed far away and dream like, as if her mind was protecting her by pushing them away where they could do her no harm. Garrett rubbed his hand over her backside and down her thighs, squeezing slightly as if just enjoying touching her body. In this position all of her blood seemed to be gathering in her head, making her dizzy as her pulse throbbed.

Fingers brushed over her mound, teasing the sensitive and sore folds. She was horrified that when his fingers pressed between the outer lips to realize that she was wet, the same way she had been last night, and that part of her enjoyed the intimate touch. Then his fingers moved away and she felt him moving around as he took something from his pocket. With his arm heavy across her back, holding her in place, she wasn't able to do anything more than squeal as something cool and slick rubbed against her ass.

What are you doing? she asked again, this time too outraged to care about repercussions. Her hands scrabbled in the dirt as she tried to kick out at him, and tried to get away. A sharp smack to her bottom had her gasping with shock, but she kept struggling, earning herself a few more slaps that made her yelp as her creamy skin reddened under the assault and the sharp pain flashed through her. Shockingly she could feel a little of that flame coiling inside of her, that heat that had preceded the ecstatic release she'd experienced yesterday
Hold still, he ordered. Trust me little girl, you don't want Samuel to fuck your ass without some kind of preparation, and he will.

The horrifying words made Bridget shudder in horror even as her body went limp in compliance, the crude words assaulting her senses as a finger pushed into her backside. She whimpered at the slight burn as her tight hole was penetrated, her mind reeling from the idea that someone might want to 'fuck' her there. Although she'd never heard the word before, the graphic intrusion left her no doubt as the meaning. Good God... whyyyyyyy?

Completely humiliated she hung her head and let her tears fall to the ground, listening to the crude jests of the men as they watched Garrett finger her butt hole, her backside throbbing from the spanks that he'd given her. Her mortification was actually worse than the pain, especially when the burn slowly dwindled and she realized that her body was starting to accept the penetration that part of her wanted to move her hips back against it!

Patrick laughed as she squirmed on Garrett's lap. See that Princess? his voice was mocking. Come here and suck me. If you make it good then I'll let Garrett prep you too before I fuck that sweet royal ass.

All of the men laughed uproariously. Feeling like she was caught in some kind of nightmare, Bridget watched as the Princess clenched her fists and bowed her head, moving over to grudgingly fall to her knees in front of the bandit leader. It was appalling, but she couldn't help but feel relief as the men turned their attention to the other woman's actions as she took Patrick into her mouth, head moving up and down, rather than focusing on Bridget. Then Garrett's finger slid out of her and she relaxed, hoping that her torment was over, only to have to stifle a whimper as his finger returned, this time joined by another. The stretching burning, with the friction, although he'd put more of whatever it was in his pocket on his fingers, easing the passage of his probing digits and his hand on her lower back massaging her muscles.

As she tried to find something to think about, anything else to think about, she finally realized what the hard bulge pressing against her stomach was. Garrett really was enjoying what he was doing to her, it wasn't just Samuel! She couldn't help but feel a little betrayed that he was aroused by this sick act, by putting his fingers into a place that nothing should ever be put into! Or was it smacking her buttocks that had aroused him? Or watching Eleanor pleasure Patrick with her mouth? Suddenly Bridget found herself wishing that she'd paid more attention, she needed to know what these men wanted, what they enjoyed, if she was going to survive this.

That's it, good girl, Garrett murmured. Bridget wondered what he was complimenting her on and then almost groaned as she realized that she'd become so distracted that her body had started reacting automatically, she'd been too focused on her anxieties to stop herself and she had started pressing her lower body against Garrett's hard thigh, her hips moving as he mimicked copulation with his fingers and her butt hole. It didn't hurt at all anymore and she nearly wept with shame at how good it had started to feel.

When he removed his fingers this time, Bridget didn't relax immediately and she quickly found that she'd been right not to. Something hard and cool pressed against her crinkled hole, pushing inwards. It was slightly bigger around than his fingers and utterly unyielding. She whimpered as the thing pushed her open, struggling again, trying to get away from the burning invasion. Garrett's arm pressed down on her back, holding her in place as she began to plead with him to let her up.

Then she gasped as she felt a small pop and whatever it was lodged inside of her, her walls clenching around it. Part of it remained sticking out of her, a flat base that pressed against her cheeks as the rest of it shifted uncomfortably inside of her.

Very nice, said Garrett approvingly. His hand drifted down to her plump feminine lips again and he laughed as he found evidence that she hadn't been as averse to the anal plundering as she'd seemed. Ah... such a sweet, wet cunt. I liked doing that too, little maid.

I didn't like it protested Bridget. What did you do to me?

His hand tapped on the base of the thing in her ass, jolting it and making her gasp. This is a trick used by whores to make themselves ready for men. And if you didn't enjoy it, which I think you are lying I know you did.

And with that he push her off of his lap, one hand gripping her upper arm so that her knees fell to the ground while her upper body remained upright so that she ended up kneeling in front of him. With his free hand he was undoing his breeches, leaving her no doubt as to what he wanted from her right now. Dismayed, Bridget felt tears building up in her eyes as her bottom clenched around the awful thing inside of it, a whore's thing! She only had a moment to wonder how Garrett would know what whores did before he was pulling her mouth onto his erection and her attention was diverted.

Like Blaine, Garrett obviously preferred her to do the work, although he kept one hand on the back of her head with his fingers entwined in her hair, he didn't force her down onto his thick shaft. He also didn't seem to want the teasing licks that Blaine had so enjoyed, just her hot, wet mouth engulfing him. Reaching into her bodice with his other hand, he cupped her breast and squeezed, idly running his thumb over her nipple and teasing the sensitive bud to hardness, increasing the need that she was trying to deny between her thighs.

A shadow covering her form was the only warning she had before her skirt was being tugged down to her knees on the ground and someone knelt behind her on her skirts, effectively trapping her as her lower legs were caught in the fabric and Garrett was holding her head in place in his groin. Bridget whimpered as fingers probed at her tender folds and then something blunt and hot pressed into her body, thrusting forward and impaling her with one hard lunge. Her scream, as her body was stretched open, was muffled by the thick meat in her mouth, it pressed down her throat as her cries opened her further.

to be continued