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The Maids Adventures chapter 8 part 3
The Maids Adventures chapter 8 part 3
Triumph surged through Garrett as he sorted through the safe; it was a treasure trove beyond imagination. What had Lord Dubois been thinking to leave such important documents at such an out of the way location? Or perhaps he thought that it would be safer in his country house, far away from his person and where it was least likely suspected to be. Garrett had been after a letter, one particular letter that would reveal everything and had received a tip that the letter, the final piece to the puzzle, would be at this location. If he hadn't been desperate, after three years of trying to assemble the pieces, he would have never listened to the tip. Instead he'd been rewarded with more than just the final piece to the puzzle; the documents he was holding was going to cause a great amount of consternation and also a great amount of mental peace.
Names, dates, locations... it was all here. Everything his father could want and more. Hard, incontrovertible proof of everything they'd suspected, of every person they'd suspected, and some that they hadn't.
Relief swept him as well. His mission was truly done. Not complete, however. He still needed to return home, safely, and with documents in hand. Carefully replacing everything he wasn't taking back into the safe, Garrett closed it up and ghosted out of the room. Despite his triumph he couldn't help but also feel rather anxious. In some ways, leaving Patrick's band was probably going to be more dangerous than anything he'd done up to this point, and he was going to be putting Bridget at risk at the same time, but there was no help for it.
Moving through the house as quickly and quietly as possible, he returned to the first floor and back out the window he had come in. Once on the grounds he had to force himself to be careful and cover his tracks as he returned to the woods where his horse was waiting for him. Practically vaulting onto the poor animal, he grimaced in displeasure for the paces he was putting it through, but now that he had the documents he found the need to be back at the camp more urgent than ever. Leaving Bridget alone for more than a night was not an option, even if riding through the darkness on a tired animal was dangerous, he didn't feel like he could wait till morning.
Who knew what would happen to her if he was gone for that long.
Bridget knelt in front of Blaine, wondering at Samuel's suggestion. It was another kind of race, this one to finish one of the men off in their mouths. Samuel instructed Bridget to pleasure Blaine and the Princess to pleasure Patrick. The loser would receive a strapping from Patrick's belt and the winner would pleasure Samuel with her mouth. While neither outcome was exactly pleasant, pleasuring Samuel was entirely preferable. Especially because her buttocks were already red and aching, she couldn't imagine withstanding a strapping after the spanking she'd just received.
And at the same time, it almost seemed as though Samuel was colluding with her to keep that very thing from happening. After all, the rules that Patrick stated were that the men weren't allowed to use their hands on the women it was up to the women to use their hands and mouth on the men to get them off. If she'd had to pleasure Samuel like that, it would have taken forever. He never came while she had control of herself, although he had occasionally allowed her to bob her head up and down on his shaft, none of the little tricks she'd learned to use on Blaine and Garrett ever worked on him; Samuel wouldn't come until he had his hands on her head and was harshly fucking her throat.
It almost seemed like he'd purposefully set her up with Blaine to give her a fighting chance at winning. On top of the fact that this kind of race allowed Bridget to be on her knees, giving her abused bottom time to recover even if she ended up being strapped at the end of this, at least it would be after a rest period. Although she was determined not to be strapped!
To the left of her, the Princess was kneeling between Patrick's thighs. Both he and Blaine's cocks were standing straight upright, fluid leaking onto their reddish heads. They were both very aroused.
"On the count of three," said Samuel, managing to sound both lascivious and amused. "One... two... three..."
Bridget lowered her head quickly to Blaine's cock, giving him a long swipe of her tongue across the sensitive head, lapping up the salty fluid that had leaked from the little slit. Groaning his appreciation, Blaine leaned back and watched as she went to work. Taking a few long, slow swipes up each side of his cock, Bridget twirled her tongue around his knob again, before pressing her lips to it and slowly moving them down over his shaft. Working on his cock also helped distract her from focusing on the still tender flesh of her butt, which felt hot in the night air. Sliding her hands up his thighs towards his groin, Bridget began to bob her head up and down, coating his length with her saliva to make it easier for her.
Humming in the back of her throat, she carefully slid his entire length into her mouth, easing the head of his dick into her tight throat as she struggled against gagging. As she did that, pressing her lips against his groin, her hands reached his balls and she squeezed them gently. Blaine let out a much louder lusty moan as she did so, obviously appreciating her efforts. Beside her she could see movement as the Princess bobbed her own head up and down, the soft wet noise of her mouth sliding over Patrick's cock, and the groans of the bandit as the Princess slaved over his meat.
Trying to ignore them, Bridget began to bob her head in a steady rhythm, taking as much of Blaine in her mouth as she could with each stroke. He was hot and hard against her tongue, and she teased the sensitive underside of his length as she moved up and down. Using her fingers to stroke his body, just under his balls, Bridget was pulling out every trick she knew to make Blaine come hard and fast - at least, as fast as he could. She remembered her lesson from trying to move too fast during the last race, being sloppy and fast with her mouth would only get her a strapping - not to mention that she would have then lost two of the contests.
Increasing the suction, Bridget picked up the pace a little, ignoring the strain in her jaw and neck as she tugged on Blaine's balls, pulling them away from his straining cock as he began to jerk beneath her. His cock pulsed in her mouth and she sucked eagerly, for the first time, as fluid filled her cheeks and stomach.
Aaaahh bloody hell that's good," Blaine said in a hoarse voice as Bridget milked the last of his fluid. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the Princess still working over Patrick's hard rod. Lifting her face from Blaine's groin, she tried to feel a sense of triumph, but mostly she just felt relief that she wasn't the one going to be strapped. Although finding it in her heart to feel bad for the Princess was going a little too far.
She was about to get to her feet when suddenly Samuel appeared beside her.
Ready for your reward, he asked, leering down at her.
Answering no wouldn't get her anywhere, so Bridget just submissively turned and opened her mouth. To her surprise, Samuel didn't plunge in right away; although he had his hand on her head, controlling her, he kept her far enough away to just lick and suck on the end. After a few minutes of treating his cock more like she just had Blaine's, she heard Patrick grunt his climax behind her.
Once the Princess was in position for her strapping, Blaine holding her in place, Samuel's movements became more aggressive. He'd positioned himself so that he would have prime viewing of the event, keeping Bridget's back to it. The shrieks and cries of the Princess filled her ears, interspersed with the sound of leather hitting flesh over and over again. Now he was the Samuel she was used to, his hand forcing her head down on his cock, filling her mouth and throat with thick male as she struggled to breathe.
Finally he pushed her face firmly against his body her lips wrapped around the base of his dick, and began to spurt hot cum straight down to her belly.
Bridget's throat worked convulsively, massaging him, as she swallowed. Behind her she could hear the Princess' screams getting louder, as if Patrick was whipping her harder in reaction to Samuel's climax.
Perhaps there was some validity to that thought, because once Samuel pulled his flaccid cock from her mouth, the sounds of the strapping stopped and the Princess' sobs were the only noise louder that Bridget's ragged breathing. Samuel reached down and pulled Bridget to her feet, her knees aching a bit after she'd spent so much time on them. Turning she saw the Princess also being helped up, tears still running down her cheeks. Patrick looked almost entranced as he ran his hand over her abused bottom. The Princess winced and Bridget realized that he must have squeezed that tender flesh. A shudder went through her. Now she found the ability to feel sorry for the Princess, much good it did either of them.
Smiling and already hard again from having strapped the Princess, Patrick turned to Blaine. "Well, do you want to choose the final game?"
The horse needed rest. And if he was going to be honest, Garrett needed rest as well. He gritted his teeth, slowing the horse to a canter and then a walk.
Foundering the creature would only slow him down more. To be honest, if he continued at this pace he would be in no shape for any kind of confrontation either.
Sighing with reluctance, he brought the horse to a halt. It would do both of them good to rest, and he had made good time already. Better than expected. If he slept for a few hours then he would arrive back at the camp just after sun up. After all, he hadn't left Bridget completely unattended, even if he wasn't entirely sure of the man's trustworthiness.
Settling the horse and hobbling it, Garrett situated himself at the base of a tree, falling asleep almost instantly.
The 'game' that Blaine suggested was a sort of Round Robin. Both women had to fuck all three men, but they could fuck them in whatever order they wanted, however they wanted, and whichever one got all three men off first won. Not just that round, but the entire 'contest' that Patrick had set up, which meant that if Bridget was going to avoid ending up in Patrick's bed tonight she had to beat the Princess.
"Three!" Patrick said and Bridget darted for him. They'd had her and the Princess start at the same place, making them run across the clearing to reach the men, which gave Bridget the advantage because she hadn't just been strapped and she was in better general shape than the Princess when it came to running.
She reached the leader a few steps ahead of the Princess, who glared at her and immediately went to Samuel. Bridget wasn't sure if the Princess was feeling possessive or if she just realized that Patrick would be easier to climax now than later, now while he was still aroused and eager from strapping the princess.
While it didn't seem entirely fair that Bridget would be the one to benefit from the Princess' pain, she wasn't going to give up whatever advantage she could get.
The Princess had obviously pegged Samuel as being an equally hard case to please and sought to have him while he had only been pleasured once.
To be continued
Triumph surged through Garrett as he sorted through the safe; it was a treasure trove beyond imagination. What had Lord Dubois been thinking to leave such important documents at such an out of the way location? Or perhaps he thought that it would be safer in his country house, far away from his person and where it was least likely suspected to be. Garrett had been after a letter, one particular letter that would reveal everything and had received a tip that the letter, the final piece to the puzzle, would be at this location. If he hadn't been desperate, after three years of trying to assemble the pieces, he would have never listened to the tip. Instead he'd been rewarded with more than just the final piece to the puzzle; the documents he was holding was going to cause a great amount of consternation and also a great amount of mental peace.
Names, dates, locations... it was all here. Everything his father could want and more. Hard, incontrovertible proof of everything they'd suspected, of every person they'd suspected, and some that they hadn't.
Relief swept him as well. His mission was truly done. Not complete, however. He still needed to return home, safely, and with documents in hand. Carefully replacing everything he wasn't taking back into the safe, Garrett closed it up and ghosted out of the room. Despite his triumph he couldn't help but also feel rather anxious. In some ways, leaving Patrick's band was probably going to be more dangerous than anything he'd done up to this point, and he was going to be putting Bridget at risk at the same time, but there was no help for it.
Moving through the house as quickly and quietly as possible, he returned to the first floor and back out the window he had come in. Once on the grounds he had to force himself to be careful and cover his tracks as he returned to the woods where his horse was waiting for him. Practically vaulting onto the poor animal, he grimaced in displeasure for the paces he was putting it through, but now that he had the documents he found the need to be back at the camp more urgent than ever. Leaving Bridget alone for more than a night was not an option, even if riding through the darkness on a tired animal was dangerous, he didn't feel like he could wait till morning.
Who knew what would happen to her if he was gone for that long.
Bridget knelt in front of Blaine, wondering at Samuel's suggestion. It was another kind of race, this one to finish one of the men off in their mouths. Samuel instructed Bridget to pleasure Blaine and the Princess to pleasure Patrick. The loser would receive a strapping from Patrick's belt and the winner would pleasure Samuel with her mouth. While neither outcome was exactly pleasant, pleasuring Samuel was entirely preferable. Especially because her buttocks were already red and aching, she couldn't imagine withstanding a strapping after the spanking she'd just received.
And at the same time, it almost seemed as though Samuel was colluding with her to keep that very thing from happening. After all, the rules that Patrick stated were that the men weren't allowed to use their hands on the women it was up to the women to use their hands and mouth on the men to get them off. If she'd had to pleasure Samuel like that, it would have taken forever. He never came while she had control of herself, although he had occasionally allowed her to bob her head up and down on his shaft, none of the little tricks she'd learned to use on Blaine and Garrett ever worked on him; Samuel wouldn't come until he had his hands on her head and was harshly fucking her throat.
It almost seemed like he'd purposefully set her up with Blaine to give her a fighting chance at winning. On top of the fact that this kind of race allowed Bridget to be on her knees, giving her abused bottom time to recover even if she ended up being strapped at the end of this, at least it would be after a rest period. Although she was determined not to be strapped!
To the left of her, the Princess was kneeling between Patrick's thighs. Both he and Blaine's cocks were standing straight upright, fluid leaking onto their reddish heads. They were both very aroused.
"On the count of three," said Samuel, managing to sound both lascivious and amused. "One... two... three..."
Bridget lowered her head quickly to Blaine's cock, giving him a long swipe of her tongue across the sensitive head, lapping up the salty fluid that had leaked from the little slit. Groaning his appreciation, Blaine leaned back and watched as she went to work. Taking a few long, slow swipes up each side of his cock, Bridget twirled her tongue around his knob again, before pressing her lips to it and slowly moving them down over his shaft. Working on his cock also helped distract her from focusing on the still tender flesh of her butt, which felt hot in the night air. Sliding her hands up his thighs towards his groin, Bridget began to bob her head up and down, coating his length with her saliva to make it easier for her.
Humming in the back of her throat, she carefully slid his entire length into her mouth, easing the head of his dick into her tight throat as she struggled against gagging. As she did that, pressing her lips against his groin, her hands reached his balls and she squeezed them gently. Blaine let out a much louder lusty moan as she did so, obviously appreciating her efforts. Beside her she could see movement as the Princess bobbed her own head up and down, the soft wet noise of her mouth sliding over Patrick's cock, and the groans of the bandit as the Princess slaved over his meat.
Trying to ignore them, Bridget began to bob her head in a steady rhythm, taking as much of Blaine in her mouth as she could with each stroke. He was hot and hard against her tongue, and she teased the sensitive underside of his length as she moved up and down. Using her fingers to stroke his body, just under his balls, Bridget was pulling out every trick she knew to make Blaine come hard and fast - at least, as fast as he could. She remembered her lesson from trying to move too fast during the last race, being sloppy and fast with her mouth would only get her a strapping - not to mention that she would have then lost two of the contests.
Increasing the suction, Bridget picked up the pace a little, ignoring the strain in her jaw and neck as she tugged on Blaine's balls, pulling them away from his straining cock as he began to jerk beneath her. His cock pulsed in her mouth and she sucked eagerly, for the first time, as fluid filled her cheeks and stomach.
Aaaahh bloody hell that's good," Blaine said in a hoarse voice as Bridget milked the last of his fluid. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the Princess still working over Patrick's hard rod. Lifting her face from Blaine's groin, she tried to feel a sense of triumph, but mostly she just felt relief that she wasn't the one going to be strapped. Although finding it in her heart to feel bad for the Princess was going a little too far.
She was about to get to her feet when suddenly Samuel appeared beside her.
Ready for your reward, he asked, leering down at her.
Answering no wouldn't get her anywhere, so Bridget just submissively turned and opened her mouth. To her surprise, Samuel didn't plunge in right away; although he had his hand on her head, controlling her, he kept her far enough away to just lick and suck on the end. After a few minutes of treating his cock more like she just had Blaine's, she heard Patrick grunt his climax behind her.
Once the Princess was in position for her strapping, Blaine holding her in place, Samuel's movements became more aggressive. He'd positioned himself so that he would have prime viewing of the event, keeping Bridget's back to it. The shrieks and cries of the Princess filled her ears, interspersed with the sound of leather hitting flesh over and over again. Now he was the Samuel she was used to, his hand forcing her head down on his cock, filling her mouth and throat with thick male as she struggled to breathe.
Finally he pushed her face firmly against his body her lips wrapped around the base of his dick, and began to spurt hot cum straight down to her belly.
Bridget's throat worked convulsively, massaging him, as she swallowed. Behind her she could hear the Princess' screams getting louder, as if Patrick was whipping her harder in reaction to Samuel's climax.
Perhaps there was some validity to that thought, because once Samuel pulled his flaccid cock from her mouth, the sounds of the strapping stopped and the Princess' sobs were the only noise louder that Bridget's ragged breathing. Samuel reached down and pulled Bridget to her feet, her knees aching a bit after she'd spent so much time on them. Turning she saw the Princess also being helped up, tears still running down her cheeks. Patrick looked almost entranced as he ran his hand over her abused bottom. The Princess winced and Bridget realized that he must have squeezed that tender flesh. A shudder went through her. Now she found the ability to feel sorry for the Princess, much good it did either of them.
Smiling and already hard again from having strapped the Princess, Patrick turned to Blaine. "Well, do you want to choose the final game?"
The horse needed rest. And if he was going to be honest, Garrett needed rest as well. He gritted his teeth, slowing the horse to a canter and then a walk.
Foundering the creature would only slow him down more. To be honest, if he continued at this pace he would be in no shape for any kind of confrontation either.
Sighing with reluctance, he brought the horse to a halt. It would do both of them good to rest, and he had made good time already. Better than expected. If he slept for a few hours then he would arrive back at the camp just after sun up. After all, he hadn't left Bridget completely unattended, even if he wasn't entirely sure of the man's trustworthiness.
Settling the horse and hobbling it, Garrett situated himself at the base of a tree, falling asleep almost instantly.
The 'game' that Blaine suggested was a sort of Round Robin. Both women had to fuck all three men, but they could fuck them in whatever order they wanted, however they wanted, and whichever one got all three men off first won. Not just that round, but the entire 'contest' that Patrick had set up, which meant that if Bridget was going to avoid ending up in Patrick's bed tonight she had to beat the Princess.
"Three!" Patrick said and Bridget darted for him. They'd had her and the Princess start at the same place, making them run across the clearing to reach the men, which gave Bridget the advantage because she hadn't just been strapped and she was in better general shape than the Princess when it came to running.
She reached the leader a few steps ahead of the Princess, who glared at her and immediately went to Samuel. Bridget wasn't sure if the Princess was feeling possessive or if she just realized that Patrick would be easier to climax now than later, now while he was still aroused and eager from strapping the princess.
While it didn't seem entirely fair that Bridget would be the one to benefit from the Princess' pain, she wasn't going to give up whatever advantage she could get.
The Princess had obviously pegged Samuel as being an equally hard case to please and sought to have him while he had only been pleasured once.
To be continued
Published 29th Oct 2020
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30th Oct 2020 1:59am
Wow.. go on my friend with your articulating self.. this is a grand writing...
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