Being the Maid Ch. 08

"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.

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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.

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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?"

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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.

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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.

Taking Patrick's hand, Bridget pulled him off to the side, trying to think quickly of how she could most arouse his passions. Letting him take control seemed to be key, from the one night she'd spent with him, and pain and fear aroused him more than anything else, but obedience wasn't far behind. He'd already had his dose of pain from the Princess and Bridget truly was afraid of him so she let that show in her face as she lay down on the ground.

Spreading her legs wide she grabbed at her ankles, holding them far apart and making her body incredibly vulnerable to him as she exposed her cunt and tender bottom. Her buttocks were still rosy in the campfire light and her terror of him was clearly etched on her face.

"Please take me," she said, her voice trembling, and she saw his cock jerk in reaction.

"You want this?" he asked, fisting his cock. Behind him she could see the Princess mounting Samuel and already beginning to ride him.

"Yes please," she said breathlessly. "I want you to punish me with your big cock."

The avid lust on his face only increased her anxiety as he dropped to his knees and slapped her ass hard. She yelped as his hand came down on her tender ass, a sharp reminder of the spanking that he'd already given her, and he let out a low groan as he gripped that flesh hard. Bridget whimpered.

"Hold your legs just like that," he said, his voice filled with lust and need. "Don't let go."

And he plunged into her body as Bridget cried out and tried to obey his order. The initial thrust was brutally hard and fast, stretching her tight tunnel ruthlessly with his thick meat. It hurt and she allowed herself to scream and shriek as much as she wanted, only now realizing just how much she'd stifled her voice before because she hadn't wanted Garrett to become hurt while confronting Patrick. Now Garrett was no longer here and she cried out, tears springing to her eyes as her cunt was roughly opened and pounded.

The pitiful cries seemed to spur Patrick onward, his low grunts and groans of pleasure accompanying her whimpers and yelps. Grabbing onto her breasts for leverage, her mauled her teats as he pulled her hard against him, slowing her movement through the dirt from the force of his thrusts. Bridget sobbed and squirmed, struggling to hold her legs open under his steady assault, his thick rod splitting her core over and over again.

That obedience, combined with his excitement from strapping the Princess and his brutal fucking of Bridget's soft cunt, pushed Patrick over the edge. Bridget shrieked as he pounded even harder between her splayed legs, bruising thrusts against her tender folds, and her knees bent as she lost control over her muscles, her body automatically trying to protect itself from his punishing cock.

The rapid fire shoves of his iron rod into her clasping and not entirely willing orifice was followed by a hard grip on her breasts as he rubbed himself against those tender folds, his cock throbbing inside of her as he came. Bridget choked back a sob of relief. Her pussy ached from the brutal assault, as did her breasts, joining the soreness in her ass that she'd already received at Patrick's hands.

She sincerely hoped that this was the last pain she received from him this evening.

To her relief, the Princess was still involved with Samuel, although she had now moved so that he was on top. Yet it didn't seem to be quite enough, he was almost playing with her, drawing out the fucking. Apparently she hadn't excited him enough for him to lose control, the way Bridget had attempted to do with Patrick.

Feeling more than a little relieved, Bridget headed over to Blaine, assessing as she moved. He was always so indifferent that she wasn't entirely sure what would appeal to him. Finally she decided to just do what she could, focusing all of her attention on him. While he often seemed rather indifferent to her, he certainly wasn't indifferent about taking his pleasure. Blaine was lazy and he liked what felt good. The mounted position that the Princess had tried (and failed) with Samuel would probably work quite well with him.

Bridget gently pulled Blaine down to the ground and climbed on top of him, one leg on either side of his body. Fortunately he was already hard from watching her with Patrick and the Princess with Samuel, and Bridget thanked her lucky stars that she had finished first so far. It would make things easier. Arranging herself on top of him, Bridget pressed the crown of his cock to her hole and began to tease his tip, lowering herself just enough to take the head of his cock into her body before raising herself up again. Moaning, Blaine filled his hands with her breasts as she teased him, wanting to stoke his arousal even more before she began in earnest.

When he began lifting his hips upwards, trying to thrust into her body despite her movements, Bridget quite suddenly sank onto him, both of them crying out as he filled her completely. She ground herself down on top of him for a moment and then began to rise and fall, her legs working as she leaned backwards so that he could full appreciate the view of her bouncing on top of him, her breasts wobbling on her chest with every movement. It was hard on her legs and she could feel her thighs burning as she worked his cock, concentrating on tightening her inner muscles around him. The added benefit was that clasping his rod with her pussy enhanced her own enjoyment of the proceedings.

When her legs were too tired to maintain the position, she leaned forward so that her breasts were pressed against his body, working her hips faster and harder. She could see the Samuel finally climaxing as he fucked the Princess, his hoarse cries spurring her own efforts as she knew that the Princess would also now be moving on to her second man. Leaning down, she began to lick and nip at Blaine's skin, trying to find the sensitive spots, concentrating on those areas where she had reacted most strongly to Garrett's touch. His collarbone, the hollow at the base of his throat, his ear lobes... oh he liked that. Bridget suckled at the lobe more strongly as Blaine grunted, his hands sliding down her body to her hips so that he could move her harder, faster, his need becoming more urgent.