Alice's focus is not the best...

Alice grips Mary's head through the front of her dress to steady herself as the bond girl licks away at her cunt. "Your servant is talented, Private," she says mockingly. "But don't think that her forwardness will be enough to distract me!" Taking one of the darts in hand, she squints carefully at the target and throws. The dart sails through the air and lands midway toward the center of the board, in the 15 wedge. There are whoops and cheers from the men. 30 points!

"Thirty points. Not bad," Barnes says with a smirk. He stretches, forcing Deirdre to rise with him slightly to maintain her mouth on his cock, then settles into a dart-throwing stance. "I intend to beat you, though...here and with my paddle." Taking aim, he sinks a dart into the board in the 12 wedge - but close enough to the center to get him 36 points.

Alice swallows. "Well done, Private. I'm glad you're more than just talk. I'll have to - ahhh," she cuts herself off and closes her eyes for a moment as Mary's tongue performs a delightful circle on her clit. As the wave of pleasure passes, Alice clears her throat. "I'll have to play at my best." Taking up her second dart, she observes the board carefully and lets it fly. It lands in the triple ring this time, and in the 13 wedge! Alice grins as one of the men calls out, "Thirty-nine points! Good show."

Barnes scowls. "Well, well. You've frequented more pubs than would seem likely for a young lady of your breeding. Whatever were you doing there, I wonder...?"

Alice scoffs. "You can hardly imagine that people only play at darts in the pub, Private Barnes. I've friends and family, and we need amusement, after all. Toss."

Barnes licks his lips and takes careful aim. The dart sails through the air and *thunk*s into the triple circle in the 11 wedge.

"Sixty-nine points apiece!" cries the drunk soldier who's apparently obsessed with keeping score. "What are the odds? Last throws, you competitive little blighters."

Alice grips Mary's head hard as she tries to plant her feet and steady herself through the bond girl's attentions. She can't see what Mary's doing, but the little slut has clearly pleasured a woman before: she's doing a wonderful job working her tongue into Alice's folds, spreading her lower lips and sucking and licking gently. Alice breathes deeply and tries to let the pleasure give her focus. Just think - find the right man and you can have this kind of service from bond girls daily! But you have to prove that you're better than these lower sorts... Taking her dart in hand, she breathes deeply and throws.

Just as she's bringing her arm forward, though, Mary does something with her tongue that practically knocks Alice's legs out from under her. She lets out a deep-throated moan as her body convulses - and the dart flies wildly from her hand! She forces her eyes open desperately as the wave of pleasure passes, and her heart sinks as she sees that the dart has landed in the 2 wedge - and not even in the double or triple ring!

"Ooooooooh, a bad throw," the scorekeeper says, stating the obvious. Alice grits her teeth, but isn't able to muster a verbal retort as Mary redoubles her effort and it's all she can do to keep standing. She gasps and clutches at the bond girl's head as wave after wave of pleasure pulses through her, building and building until she cries out, doubling over slightly.

"Well, well. I do believe our refined visitor is cumming on our bond girl's face," Barnes says with a smirk. He glances down to where the Irish girl is practically choking herself on his member. "And here I remain unflagging. Ah, well. There is a reason you're the weaker sex, after all." Gripping Deirdre by the back of the head, he takes careful aim and lets his last dart fly. Alice can only watch helplessly as it lands in the 6 wedge - and the triple score ring. 18 more points for Barnes - which means...

"Our own Private Barnes is the winner, gentlemen! With a very respectable eighty-seven points to the young Miss's seventy-one!" the drunk soldier declares. "Well, well, Miss Foxhaven...time to pay the piper, as they say..."

Alice {if BellingtonParty-Alice-Drunk = True}is having a hard time putting the pieces together through the fug of alcohol, but {endif}is starting to panic slightly. "N-now, Private Barnes...surely you can't expect a refined young lady like myself to submit to such...rough treatment at the hands of men like you!"

Barnes chuckles viciously, watching her with amusement as Deirdre continues to bob up and down on his member. "What, Miss Foxhaven - are you trying to avoid keeping your word?"

Alice swallows. "Well, n-no...I mean..."

"You just don't want to be _man_handled, eh? Tut, tut. I think it might do you some good. But still, I'll respect your wishes." Alice sighs in relief as he pulls Deirdre's head all the way down to the base of his cock and then releases her, causing the Irish girl to gag and sputter.

"Deirdre, Mary - grab her."

Alice's brain doesn't even fully register what he's said before Mary seizes her arms, and Deirdre crosses the barn to grab her by the shoulders. They're surprisingly strong, and Alice cries out in surprise as they drag her over to the table and Deirdre pushes her down so that she's bent over it, her face and chest pressed into its rough surface with her hips in the air. She struggles against the bond girls, but it's no use - they're holding her firmly (and with an ease that raises the alarming prospect that they've done this before).

"Well, what do you say, Miss Foxhaven? Will you offer me the forfeit of our bet?" Barnes is clearly standing close behind her now, though she can't see him.

"I - I -" Alice freezes, unsure what to do. Will this man back off if she refuses? It doesn't seem like it. On the other hand, refusing may be the only shred of dignity she has left...