The Maids Adventures chapter 6 part 6

The Maids Adventures chapter 6 part 6

Patrick watched her work her finger back and forth for a few minutes, all of her weight resting on her other arm, her head hanging down in shame at her actions adding another finger, oil up that tight little hole so I can fuck it.

She shivered at the blatant desire in his voice, the knowledge that he was enjoying her debasement. But she added another finger, stretching her hole further as she twisted them back and forth, pushing in and out of her own tight hole, now slickly oiled and stretching a little more easily.
Patrick watched her work her finger back and forth for a few minutes, all of her weight resting on her other arm, her head hanging down in shame at her actions adding the fourth finger oil up that tight little hole so I can fuck it.

She shivered at the blatant desire in his voice, the knowledge that he was enjoying her debasement. But she added another finger, stretching her hole further as she twisted them back and forth, pushing in and out of her own tight hole, now slickly oiled and stretching a little more easily. It felt strangely good, arousing even, and she could knew that her nether lips were becoming glossy with fluid, clearing showing Patrick her arousal.

One more, he commanded in a husky voice. Wincing a little, Bridget pulled her fingers out and then began to press three in, feeling overly stuffed as she forced her digits into her protesting backside. Her hole strained with the effort of accommodating all three fingers and she whimpered a little as the tight little tunnel convulsed. The inside of her body was so hot and soft, so strangely appealing. Having felt her interior for herself, she could almost understand a little better why the men wished to plunder this alternate entry.

Twisting her fingers back and forth, a shudder of pleasure rippled through her body. She had become all too accustomed to invasion and erotic torment, primed to climax from the many activities in which the men engaged in with her, and her body reacted accordingly as she buggered herself.

Then Patrick's hand was on her wrist, moving her hand faster and more roughly, forcing her to frig her backside harder. She cried out at the sudden force, her tight ring spamming as he manipulated her movements. After a few minutes of violating her with her own hand, Patrick pulled her fingers from her rear door and pressed the head of his cock to the prepared entrance. Her weight now balanced on both hands, the slightly musky smell of her hole wafted up and filled her nose as Patrick began to push his way into the oiled hole. Bridget groaned as her asshole contracted around the thick mushroom head, which stabbed deeper into her protesting body, forcing her crinkled hole open. The wrinkles of her little hole smoothed out as it expanded to accommodate Patrick's rod, straining to accept the wide girth which was pressing its way in.

Aaaahhh fuck... Patrick said, groaning as he moved his hips back and then shoved forward, impaling her body on his marauding cock fuck you got a nice, tight ass.

His hands, which had been resting on her lower back, now smoothed down to her hips, fingers curling around to the front of her body, as he began to rock back and forth until she was completely stuffed with his cock. Bridget groaned with the straining pleasure, the delicate walls of her tunnel burning from the rubbing friction of his fleshy spear as it spread her open. The hard grip on her hips was used to pull her back and forth, much harder and faster than she was used to at the beginning of an ass-reaming and Bridget cried out her protests.

Please! Slower!!! Please go slower.... it hurts.... She squirmed, trying to move away, to slow his thrusts into her shocked tight hole, but Patrick just held her even tighter and ignored her pleas. Enjoyed them as Bridget's lowered her down to the ground as she blinked away tears his hands holding her ass high in the air so that it almost looked like she was bowing before him as he plugged her rear passage. Slowly her muscles grew accustomed to their new dimensions, the sharp pains from his brutal thrusts dwindling as the assault continued and her body adjusted.

As her core heated, her backside pressing against his thrusting groin, Bridget's moans slowly evolved from pained to pleasured Patrick's legs shifted between hers, spreading her knees even wider. Sliding his hands from her hips up to her breasts, he pulled her upwards. Surprised, Bridget reached back with her arms and wrapped them around his neck for support as he squeezed her breasts roughly, creamy white flesh spilling out from between his fingers. She cried out as he thrust upwards savagely, her body jerking against his in this new position.

Rub your cunt, he whispered in her ear. Almost in a daze, Bridget released one hand from around his neck and moved it down to her pussy. She moaned as her fingers slid into her slick folds, pressing down on her swollen pearl of pleasure. Patrick pinched her nipples tightly and she undulated, her bottom bouncing off of his thighs as he began to use her breasts to leverage himself rather brutally into her straining tight hole, pillaging between her sweet cheeks.

OH! Bridget gasped, her head falling back as she began to rub vigorously between her splayed legs. Being so much shorter than Patrick, with his legs between hers, her knees didn't quite touch the ground and all of her weight was centered on the pole which was ravaging her body. Her cunt was slippery and wet, and her back door convulsed around the thick meat inside of it as she pleasured herself; the sensation of being so wonderfully full in her rear passage only enhancing the pleasure that she was now bringing to herself with her fingers.

Patrick squeezed her breasts hard as his teeth nipped at her earlobe, sucking it into his mouth. The numerous sensations that Bridget was experiencing was becoming overwhelming. The position had her lewdly on display and for some reason every time she closed her eyes all she could see was Garrett's face, promising that he wouldn't allow her to be harmed. It was almost as if he was a third presence in the tent, and the fantasy of his eyes being on her as she was so lewdly displayed and used had the unfortunate effect of arousing her even further.

Her back arched, pleasure coursing from her fingers in her soft folds up through her body and she let out a cry as the tension inside of her began to reach unbearable lengths.

"My name," Patrick growled, pumping harder up into her. "Say my name."

Bridget shook her head and then shrieked as his fingers pinched and twisted her nipples cruelly, the shocking pain slicing through her pleasure and deflecting her from her release.

"My name," he demanded.

"Patrick," she whispered, her body straining outwards until the pressure on her nipples lessened somewhat. She moaned as he leaned her forward more slightly, allowing him to thrust more forcefully into her abused backside.

Louder! Another twist on her nipples and another shriek.

PATRICK!... oh god! Bridget half sobbed as she climaxed, the sharp pinch of her nipples becoming entwined in the throbbing pleasure that was now coursing through her body, wetness spilling onto her fingers. Teeth clamped down on the sensitive flesh between her neck and shoulders, sucking and biting hard and she screamed. Her body tightened and clamped down on Patrick's hard shaft, pulling at him as if she was trying to suck him into the dark recesses of her back chamber.

In response he yelled loudly as his seed spilled into her, pulsing against her interior as he filled her hole with cream. Bridget writhed in his lap, her bottom grinding down on top of him as the waves of ecstasy rolled through her, her tight crevice milking his cock of every drop it could hold. Pain blurred with rapture and sent her cresting high, confusing her senses. She came crashing down, and it took her a moment to realize that her quivering muscles had loosened her hold on Patrick and she had fallen forward in front of him, upper body resting on the bedroll and his cock still firmly embedded in her backside.

His hands were back on her hips and he rocked, groaning with satisfaction as he made a last few strokes of pleasure with his softening cock. When he pulled himself free of her body she whimpered, her pleasure slowly fading and leaving her now feeling the soreness and aches from Patrick's rough handling, although she also felt a woozy sense of satiation as well.

"Very nice," Patrick said approvingly and slapped her rump. Bridget stifled a moan.

When he took her outside to clean there selves up Bridget thought that she saw a figure in the woods. Apparently either Samuel or Blaine had finished with the Princess for a while and was keeping watch.

The thought that Garrett was still in the other tent shouldn't have made her feel miserable. It really shouldn't.

Seeing Bridget tending to herself after fucking Patrick shouldn't have aroused him, but it did. Desire, accompanied by a sense of relief that she obviously hadn't been too badly used, was his overwhelming emotion. Unfortunately Patrick had made it quite clear that Garrett wasn't going to get anywhere near Bridget tonight.

For some time now he and Patrick had been butting heads, as Garrett grew more and more, weary of the other man's leadership. His impatience was probably due in large part to the knowledge that his time with these men was coming to a close, after almost three years. The other part came from Patrick's suspicions of Garrett. In the time he'd been with them, there had only been two other women that they'd captured and taken with them to use, and Garrett knew that Patrick suspected he had helped both of them escape.

Which of course he had!

But Patrick didn't know that for sure. Garrett was careful to treat women similarly to his companions, even though he had no taste for their brutality. At least with him there he could make sure that the women were cared for and not abused too badly. If he got some enjoyment from them, well it was because he had needed the men he traveled with and he did help them escape as soon as possible. Unharmed if not unmolested.

Now having women in the camp was only exacerbating the issue. All along he'd been thinking that when he left he'd help the women escape with him. It would be harder than the times before since they weren't near a city, but he was a better tracker than any of the other men and he felt sure that he could keep them from being able to follow him, even with two women. Especially if he took three of the horses.

He'd never thought that Patrick might decide to switch women for a night. It had disturbed him more than he thought. When Garrett had gone back into the tent with the Princess, to ascertain that she was unharmed, she had been asleep and he had not availed himself of her services. Although he'd let Samuel and Blaine think that he had. If Patrick hadn't insisted earlier this afternoon, he wouldn't have had anything to do with her. She held absolutely no appeal to him.

Bridget on the other hand....

He wasn't sure if it was her plucky spirit, her perseverance or her inner strength that he admired most. Of course it was just admiration that he felt for her after all he'd never seen a woman quite like her. No hysterics. No begging just an acceptance of the situation, and yet the spirit to try and figure out an escape. He'd seen the gleam in her eyes and the frustration when the Princess had attempted it. At the same time she had an air of innocence about her, a vulnerable quality that made him want to protect her.

Which is how he'd ended up threatening Patrick before allowing the other man to take her off to his tent both times and hadn't listening to that been exquisite torture. Not because he thought that Patrick would truly go against his demand that she not be harmed, but because he couldn't help but picture what was happening in that tent. There had been a churning nausea in his stomach as he'd listened to Patrick use Bridget, even more so this evening when he'd heard her pleas - although he'd been able to tell that Patrick wasn't doing anything that would truly harm her, the urge to burst into the tent and tear the man of off her had been surprisingly strong.

Now it looked like his lonely watch was done. She hadn't been harmed and that was the only reason he'd stayed up, listening. To make sure that Patrick hadn't hurt her.

Rubbing his face in his hands, too tired to try and sort out his conflicting emotions or the unsettling sensation that his brain was trying to tell him something he didn't want to hear, Garrett headed back to his tent. From the sounds of it, the other occupants were thankfully asleep.

Only a few more days and then his mission would be done and he could go back home. After helping the women escape.

Incongruously, he wondered if Bridget would like England