The Maids Adventures chapter 8 part 5

The Maids Adventures chapter 8 part 5



Holding her hips fast, Samuel poisoned in and out of her, his straining grunts punctuating every deep thrust. Moaning, Bridget shuddered beneath him as the pleasure built up again inside of her, more strongly now that it was battling the burning ache that his rape of her ass was causing. The real pain was fading into a kind of general hurt, but she had begun to move back against him, her body accepting the rough anal fucking as pleasure mounted and surged between her legs.

Oohhh... oh please.... Bridget's body coiled and arched, her insides burning in an entirely new way as a tremor went through her tunnel, a strangely painful kind of ecstasy fizzing through her skin. Her empty convulsing pussy and her ass tightened, bearing down on Samuel's hard cock as she climaxed, her body pulsing with torturous rapture.

Bellowing as her ass gripped his cock in a vise, so tight it was almost painful, Samuel thrust hard into that clenching portal and spurted deep inside of her body, filling that protesting hole with frothy cream. She sobbed as his rigid length pierced her, adding to the mix of sensations roiling throughout her body, the throbbing of his erection against the tight ring of her ass forcing every spurt of seed deep into her bowels. Grinding himself against her cheeks, Samuel moaned as he finished his ravishment of the little maid, letting her tight-hole milk every last drop of cum from his satisfied cock.

Slowly Bridget came back to earth, whimpering a little as Samuel eased his cock from her backside. That abused hole protested even the smallest movement and gaped emptily when he had vacated the premises.

"Come on little maid," he said in an almost comforting voice. "I think you've won."

That news heartened Bridget and she finally noticed that the sounds of sex were still coming from across the clearing. She hadn't even made it to the woods. Standing halfway between them and the campfire was a dark shape, rigid anger in its lines. As they returned across the clearing, Bridget taking rather mincing steps to try and ease the aches in her abused holes, she could see that it was Patrick. Behind him, by the campfire, the Princess was riding Blaine, fast and hard, the wet sounds of her pussy squelching down on his dick seeming to echo in the silence.

Before Samuel and Bridget drew level with Patrick, he turned and walked back towards the camp fire.

Suddenly Samuel leaned down and whispered in her ear. When you choose who to spend the night with, choose me.

And then he strode ahead of her, joining Patrick as the bandit leader watched the Princess finally bring Blaine to climax. Confused, still shaken, and completely exhausted, Bridget trotted after them and gathered up her clothing, wondering if she dared cover herself.

"Come here wench," Patrick snapped, obviously displeased with the Princess as he pulled her off of Blaine. She pouted and then glared as she saw that Bridget and Samuel had returned. "You're mine for the night." Something in his voice must have told her that he was more than a little displeased over Bridget's narrow escape, because the Princess seemed to blanch a little as he pushed her in the direction of his tent. Turning to Bridget he sneered. "Whose bedroll do you choose little maid?"

Darting her eyes back and forth between Samuel and Blaine, who was getting to his feet, looking as blandly indifferent as usual, she hesitated. Samuel gave her a hard look, which didn't exactly recommend him... but something in the way Patrick and Blaine looked at each other didn't reassure her either. While she considered Blaine the easiest to deal with out of the three, his indifference to her could be nearly as dangerous as Patrick's or Samuel's interest. After all, Samuel had already indicated that he wanted her for the night and she didn't think he would be interested in adding anyone else to their proceedings. Would Blaine be willing to share if Patrick asked? She suddenly felt quite sure that the answer was yes.

Tired as she was, it was hard to think, but she prayed that she was making the right decision. "Samuel."

Both Patrick and Samuel tensed, looking at each other, reminding her so strongly of Garrett that it almost made her want to cry. There were undercurrents going on in this camp and she knew that she didn't understand all of them, but this had to be the most confusing of all. For a long moment the two men studied each other, Blaine looking back and forth between them, and then Patrick stalked off to his tent.

"Come on," Samuel said, pulling her off to the other tent. Bridget stumbled, hoping that he didn't expect any more fight from her this night. She was too exhausted. Just getting to the tent seemed to take all the reserves of energy she had left. To her surprise, Samuel just laid down beside her in the bedroll.

For a long moment Bridget stared at him, trying to see his features in the darkness. It looked like his eyes were closed. Somewhat shocked, she buried her head down and slipped into an exhausted slumber, despite the sounds of muffled pain coming from the other tent.

It was just after dawn when Garrett rode into the camp, feeling better for having taken some time to rest the night before. The camp was quiet, no movement to be seen and he worried that Bridget wasn't up and moving yet. Dismounting, he hurried to the tent he shared with Samuel and Blaine, and was relieved to see her slumbering there next to Samuel, looking decidedly peaceful and un-bruise. Deciding that she must need the rest if she had slept past her usual time, he quietly crept back out of the tent and took care of his horse.

Taking advantage of being the only one awake, Garrett limbered up his muscles as he laid out the booty he'd brought with him, securing the documents on his person so that there would be no chance of losing them. The larger share of his spoils, were going to go to Samuel, since it combined Samuel's share along with Garrett's. Fair payment, he thought, since it seemed that Bridget had taken no lasting harm the night before.

"Ah you're back," said a voice behind him, and Garrett turned to see Blaine approaching. The other man grinned as he saw the small piles of jewels and gold that Garrett was sorting a worthy haul.

"The safe was full," he replied, keeping his tone casual. "How went last night?"

Laughing, Blaine told him of the night's events, the games, the rewards and the punishments. Garrett found that he had even more reason to be grateful to Samuel after hearing about the set-up Patrick had devised. If Bridget had lost the overall contest then Garrett would have had no real justification for retaliating against him, at least not in the eyes of Samuel and Blaine. And Garrett knew that he couldn't fight all three of them and win.

Their conversation must have woken the others in the camp, because Patrick came out of his tent midway through Blaine's, smiling as if at fond memories, and Samuel and Bridget emerged at the end. She shot Garrett a look full of anger, which he didn't blame her for after he'd left her alone last night to deal with Patrick's ire. Despite the fact that she'd looked quite well in her slumber, it was obvious that she'd passed a rough evening. But she only gave him that one dark look and then removed her gaze from him, before he could make any move towards her, busying herself with her normal chore of preparing breakfast.

Well, said Patrick after Blaine was done, looking at the piles. This is quite a haul. The grin he gave Garrett said that he was pleased, but Garrett knew that wasn't going to last much longer.

"Quite," said Garrett, hiding the tension that he was feeling. This wasn't quite how he planned to leave the group, but he found that he couldn't take another minute of Patrick's posturing and he certainly didn't want Bridget spending another minute in the man's presence. "I've decided that it's enough for me."

"Enough?" Patrick raised an eyebrow.

Garrett nodded firmly. I’m retiring. I'll be going home. And I'm taking the little maid with me.