Being the Maid Ch. 08

Biting at his earlobe, Bridget could feel her lower body start to burn and ache with the tension that was gathering, her loins tingling with sensation as Blaine's cock stiffened inside of her. She squeezed his cock as much as she could with her cunt walls, and the increased friction set off her own orgasm. With her cries of pleasure ringing in his ears, her pussy convulsing around his rod, Blaine reached his own point of culmination. Groaning with satisfaction, he filled her pussy with its second load of hot seed for the night, his fingertips digging into the soft swells of her buttocks as he gripped her hips and rubbed her back and forth on top of him.

Panting, Bridget collapsed on top of him as he finished his ecstasy, bucking beneath her while her pussy spasmed and pulled at his cock. She whimpered, her twice-used hole feeling sore and sensitive.

Pushing herself up, Bridget could feel cum dripping down onto her thighs as she turned to face Samuel. He regarded her with amused, rather than interested, eyes. Unlike Blaine, he wasn't aroused merely by watching others have sex, especially after he'd already been satisfied by Bridget's mouth and then the Princess. In many ways Bridget still held the advantage - she was ahead, and the Princess was still working on Patrick. But her last man would be Blaine, and Blaine was much easier to please than Samuel. Already he was watching Patrick pounding between the Princess' legs and Bridget was sure that the Princess would have no trouble arousing him.

Which left her with the problem of Samuel. Licking her lips, Bridget eyed him warily, her muscles tensing as she realized she had no idea what to do. Something about her stance seemed to interest him and he cocked his head at her, his entire demeanor shifting so that he looked like a tall, pale, blonde predator as the campfire light flickered over his form and features. Licking her lips, Bridget was hit with sudden inspiration. She took a step back, away from him, and Samuel's shoulders tensed, his eyes alight with interest. She took another step back away from him and his cock twitched.

"Samuel..." she said, her voice husky, throat still sore from his cock's abuse. His eyes met hers and she turned and ran. A gleeful laugh rang out behind her and she heard him spring after her.

Suddenly her heart was in her throat, pounding as she ran, adrenaline surging through her as she fled before him. The sounds of his breathing and pounding feet were coming closer as she crossed the clearing and Bridget truly felt like prey, fleeing before a hunter, as she sobbed out a ragged breath, her limbs unable to go faster, longer than they already were. The chase had become real, her basest instincts taking over. Fingers brushed the back of her arm and she jerked it away; unfortunately the movement caused her to stumble and she fell and rolled onto the grass. Just as she was about to get up Samuel grabbed her ankle and yanked it back, sending her falling face forward. She let out a cry and threw her hands out in front of her to break her fall, but it still knocked the breath from her body.

Trying to gather her breath and thoughts, Bridget attempted to crawl away from him, but he grabbed her hips and pulled her back, putting his legs over hers. The front of his lower legs were pressed against the center of the backs of her calves, keeping her legs apart and pinned to the ground, his unyielding hands gripping her hips as he pulled her back towards him. Bridget flailed, twisting and cursing at him as his cock rammed forward, splitting her cunt with one brutal stroke. His groin bounced off of her buttocks as he pumped inside of her from behind, shoving her body forward.

Twisting and struggling, they grappled with each other even though Bridget's legs were pinned in place she never stopped fighting him. And Samuel managed to keep fucking her, his cock remaining firmly lodged in her pussy no matter how she moved. Somehow she managed to get a hold of his arm and she bit him in her frenzy to break free. With a roar of anger, Samuel grabbed her hair, twisting it around his hand and pulling her head up. Bridget howled as he pulled his cock free from her pussy and plunged into her ass in retaliation, with no more lubrication than the seed and cream he'd coated his cock in while he'd been seated in her cunt.

Her ass burned from the sudden penetration, her guts cramping as his cock rooted around in her bowels, her muscles spasming around the intruder. The hand in her hair tugged harder and Bridget found herself on her knees, her body arched with her breasts thrust forward, her hands above her head gripping Samuel's wrist as he plundered her tight ass. The angle allowed him to penetrate her deeply and made it harder for her to struggle, tears leaking down her cheeks as the sharp ache in her bowels stabbed with every hard thrust, her cramped tunnel shuddering as she automatically clenched and released around his shockingly hard rod.

"Please... Nooooooooo...slower... oh God.... ."

Chasing her had aroused him, subduing her had made him into a rutting animal, and her biting counter assault had inflamed him. Bridget sobbed, tears falling from her cheeks to her out thrust breasts as he ravaged her ass, spearing her body between her soft buttocks and turning a deaf ear to her pleas and cries.

Suddenly he released her hair and Bridget fell forward, her ass high in the air, hips held by his strong hands, and her lower body collapsed on the ground like a supplicant before him. Her ass burned as he began to fuck it harder, moving with powerful strokes in and out of her protesting body, his balls slapping against her splayed pussy. The orgasm that she'd had with Blaine had left her sensitive and this position meant that Samuel's cock was rasping over a sweet spot deep inside of her, causing her body to shudder as pain and pleasure began to mingle, a potent stew that made her tighten even further around him.

Holding her hips fast, Samuel pistoned 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 cunt convulsed 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 anus 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.

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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 unbruised. 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. "Retiring. I'll be going home. And I'm taking the little maid with me."