The Maids Adventures chapter 8 part 2

The Maids Adventures chapter 8 part 2

The acoustics of the manor were well done, making it so that noise from the servants' quarters wouldn't disturb anyone in the main part of the house and vice versa. And it seemed there were no wanderers at the moment. Trying to quell his excitement, the rush of adrenaline that came as he thought about how close he was to his goal, Garrett padded his way to the Master bedroom and the safe kept within.

To Bridget's surprise, she was unmolested for the rest of the afternoon and as she prepared dinner. The tension that had been in the camp when Garrett was present seemed almost completely gone. Patrick sprawled across his seat, the Princess Eleanor in his lap, and he idly played with her breasts as Samuel and Blaine showed him the goods they'd accumulated. Sparkles and metallic gleams caught her eye, even as she tried to pay attention to the food she was cooking over the campfire. There was an art to making food over an open flame and Bridget knew that it was all too easy to burn things.
She didn't want to give Patrick an excuse to turn his punishing attention on her.

Mostly she remained quiet, thinking. Wondering why had Samuel brought her that clothe? It was something along the lines of what Garrett would have done, had he been there. She hadn't expected to receive anything from him or Blaine certainly they'd never shown any concern for her before once they were done with their pleasure. And on top of that, she was still furious with Garrett. When he came back she hoped he didn't expect her to quickly submit to sharing pleasure with him, as far as she was concerned he could do all he wanted to try and get a response from her, she wasn't interested. If that ruined things for him, then all the better he'd played her like a fool, making her think that perhaps there was something more between them than his desire to spend his seed.

It wasn't until the men were finishing up dinner that Patrick's attention turned back to her, after having ignored her the entire day. She could feel his eyes on her, assessing her, watching her, and she avoided looking back at him. The lack of Garrett's presence in the camp suddenly weighed heavy on her, and she was angry at herself for wishing he was there. But she couldn't deny that she felt safer when he was and now that he was gone she was much more frightened than she had been before.

I think I'd like some entertainment, said Patrick, as if the thought had suddenly occurred to him, but his wicked smile said that he had a plan in place. He turned to Samuel and Blaine. Why don't we set up a game for our two lovely ladies to compete in?

What kind of game, asked Blaine, for once looking more intrigued than indifferent Samuel sat up straighter, his attention also caught by Patrick's suggestion. The sinking sensation in Bridget's gut made her want to run. She was quite sure that she wouldn't like Patrick's idea of a game, but there was no point in running.

I'd like to see how much our lovely ladies have learned from us, said Patrick. We'll set those three contests, best two out of three wins. The loser spends the night with me, to do with what I please. His eyes flicked towards Bridget and she almost screamed from the anxiety that was running through her. Patrick wanted her to lose. He wanted her to lose so that he could have an entire night with her, while Garrett was away - and who knew what shape she would be in when he returned. Winner will get to choose between Samuel and Blaine.

Fury swept through her again, as strongly as her fear, but it wasn't directed at Patrick. It was still directed at Garrett. How dare he leave her here, in this position? If it hadn't been for him then Patrick surely would have been content with the Princess, it was Garrett's supposed attentions that had instigated Patrick's desire for her. If Garrett hadn't pretended to care for her then Patrick wouldn't be trying to provoke Garrett by using her.

But she was the one who had to deal with the consequences, especially since Garrett wasn't here. Damn him.

Sounds interesting, said Blaine, leaning back. His good natured boyish grin was almost more sinister than if he'd scowled, under the circumstances.
How do we start?

Let's have a race, Patrick said. Tipping Eleanor off his lap - her face a study in indignation - he reached into the bag of stolen goods that Blaine and Samuel had brought back and pulled out two long strands of pearls, equal in length. But we'll make it interesting and stuff these in their cunts. Whoever finishes first wins, but only if they still have at least one pearl left in their hole. If they lose all the pearls from their cunt then they lose the race. Loser gets a spanking and winner gets the pearls.

Samuel laughed and grabbed Bridget hauling her to her feet. Sounds like fun. Let's strip them down.

She trembled in Samuel's grip as he pulled clothing from her body. This didn't sound like fun at all... she had to win or she'd find herself at Patrick's mercy again and this time she didn't think that she would get off so easily.

Both of the women were bent over as the men stuffed the long strands of pearls into their pussies. Bridget moaned and wriggled at the strange sensation as she was slowly filled with the little globes. When she stood straight again, they shifted inside her, rubbing against her sensitive inner walls. The men walked them over to the "start," where Patrick and Blaine would wait for them, Samuel stood across the clearing, the furthest distance he could get from them. Walking was even stranger as the pearls shifted and moved inside of her; she tensed her muscles around them to try and hold them in place but that only made them rub her more. It was intensely arousing and she could feel her pussy slickening with cream; which worried her because that could only make the pearls harder to keep in her pussy.

They had left three pearls hanging outside of each of the woman, and those slapped against her cunt lips as she walked. Biting on her lower lip, Bridget stared across what suddenly seemed like a great expanse to where Samuel was standing.

You have to go touch Samuel's hand and then come back here and touch my hand, said Patrick, grinning with anticipation. The men all looked like they were seriously enjoying this prime entertainment, even Blaine was all lit up on the inside. Bridget hated all of them. First one back, pearls still in her pussy, wins. If you both lose your pearls then first one back wins.

"On the count of three," said Blaine. "One... two... THREE!"

Bridget and the Princess both lurched forward and the pearls seemed to slip inside of her. Screwing up her face in concentration, Bridget began moving as quickly as she could towards Samuel, ignoring the Princess as much as possible and concentrating on her own trials. The more she moved, the more aroused she became as the pearls rubbed and moved; by the time she reached Samuel and stretched out her arm to tap his hand, they felt as though they were lower in her pussy, moving out towards the ground.

The Princess was only a few feet behind her and Bridget began to pick up the pace on her way back, hurrying to return to the other two men before the pearls could fall. Samuel passed her on the way, able to move much more quickly than the women. Frantically she picked up her pace as she felt the pearls shift lower again, traveling towards her entrance now that they were well slicked with her juices. Unfortunately her quickened pace caused the pearls to shift even more dramatically; her pussy rippled, on the verge of Cumming, and the clenching of her muscles when the pearls were so close to her entrance caused them to begin to slip from her body, a cascade of shiny beads.

Biting back tears of frustration, Bridget darted forward quickly and slapped Patrick's hand. Now her only hope was that the Princess wouldn't be able to hold onto her pearls as well.

Laughing uproariously, the men cheered the Princess on, Patrick's hands wandering over Bridget's reluctant but unresisting body. Her heart sank as the Princess came closer, moving slowly now that she knew all she had to do was keep the pearls in to win. When she slapped Patrick's hand, the Princess shot Bridget a triumphant look and the little maid suddenly realized that she hated the Princess almost as much as the men. Maybe more If she had won she wouldn't have felt triumphant, she would have felt bad for the Princess and relieved for herself.
Hang the pearls around her neck, said Patrick cheerfully as he half-dragged Bridget over to a log where he could sit down, pulling her across his lap. Bridget whimpered as her ass and pussy were made vulnerable by the position, her head hanging down low, feet barely touching the ground and the firm globes of her ass high in the air both sets.

As his hand caressed Bridget's buttocks, she could hear the Princess protesting over the dirty pearls from Bridget's pussy being draped around her neck. Then Patrick's hand came down hard on her left cheek and she squealed, feeling her flesh wobbling, the sharp sting of his hand making her body jerk, he quickly followed with a slap to her right cheek and then began beating her bottom in earnest as she yelped and squirmed. The hits weren't particularly hard, but as they began to build up on her ass, it began to hurt more.

The creamy color of her buttocks were quickly turning a rosy pink and darkening. Patrick left no skin untended, from the curving top of her rump to the tender skin between her bottom and thighs. He even slapped a few hard spanks to her vulnerable and swollen cunt, making Bridget shriek as the pain flared from her core. As the spanking continued she began to kick her legs, unable to hold still as her buttocks throbbed and stung, the tender globes now a nice cherry red. Expertly, Patrick hooked his leg around, catching hers and holding them down, keeping her in place as the spanking continued.

Finally he finished and his hand caressed her hot cheeks as Bridget sobbed, her head hanging down. It felt like her ass was on fire, and her poor pussy wasn't much better.

Very nice, said Patrick, his hand rubbing over her tender skin, his forearm still pressed across her back so that she couldn't rise. Bridget squirmed, her tears slowing as she became aware of his hard cock pressed against her hip. Spanking her had aroused him.

When she was released and set on her feet, she could see from the bulges in Samuel and Blaine's pants that they had enjoyed the show too. Misery sunk in deep. How was she ever going to survive this night? She cupped her hands over her buttocks, feeling the hot burn of her skin against her palms.

Beside her, Patrick stood, his eyes glinting with pleasure.

What should we do for the next bit of our entertainment? he asked as her heart sank in her chest. Even Eleanor looked anxious now that it was her ass back on the line too.

I have an idea, said Samuel, stepping forward.


To be continued