Yes; this is a chance to get her revenge!

"Very well, Private Barnes," Alice says {if BellingtonParty-Alice-Drunk = True}with a slightly tipsy grin{else}primly{endif}, "Let me see this gathering of yours and these games. I admit I'm rather looking forward to thrashing you."

Barnes laughs, smirking. "We'll see who gets thrashed," he says with a chuckle. But he offers her his arm, and she takes it, following him out of the ballroom and through the house's corridors toward the carriage house.

The yard outside is cold and dark after the warmth and light of the party indoors, but Alice can see light and hear voices coming from the carriage house, so she's not unduly worried. Barnes leads her over to a side door to the building and pulls it open, calling out, "Gentlemen! I've brought a guest to our little gathering. She's here out of spite, but she is indeed here!" There are cheers from the gathered men, but Alice draws up short, {if BellingtonParty-Alice-Drunk = True}head swimming as she tries to make sense of the scene before her{else}slightly stunned by the sight before her{endif}.

There are about half a dozen men - clearly all enlisted army men - lounging about the carriage house, sharing what appears to be a small barrel of drink someone's brought in. Alice recognizes a couple of the men who were in the pub with Barnes before. There are also, however, two young women in the carriage house: a buxom redhead and a dark-haired, pale girl who's skinnier. Alice has a perfectly clear idea of both their figures, for the redhead's dress has been fashioned to open at the front, and has been undone so that the top hangs around her waist, baring her slightly freckled breasts - and the dark-haired girl is completely naked! The redhead is on her knees, sucking one of the men's cocks as he holds her firmly by the head, while the dark-haired woman is straddling the lap of a soldier who lounges slouched in a chair, her arms wrapped around his neck as she lapfucks him, moaning quietly.

"Ach, gentlemen, you couldn't wait, could you?" Barnes asks scornfully, tossing his jacket onto a pile of like coats as he enters. Turning, he beckons Alice into the room. "And here I brought with me a guest of quality!"

"Er, well, sorry miss," one of the soldiers slouched on the floor with a cup says drunkenly. "Y'see, it's just been a while since we had a chance to unwind, so..."

Barnes sighs. "The pigs have no self-control. But do come in, Miss Foxhaven. Don't worry, you're quite safe...see the collars?" Looking again, Alice sees that each of the women does indeed wear a thin, red leather collar, fronted by a small metal ring and the Army's insignia. "These are a couple of the company women - bond girls tied to the Army and distributed to our company. Wards of the state earning their keep, as it were. That's Deirdre on her knees there; very sad story, used to be the daughter of an Irish freeholder. And servicing Jimmy there is young Mary, whose father was put into debtor's prison thanks to the drink." Mary moans and gives Alice a little nod as she continues to fuck the soldier beneath her. Barnes grins. "Good girls, both. But let me introduce you! Gentlemen, this is Miss Alice Foxhaven, of a good family in this county. Say hello, gents."

There's a chorus of hellos as Alice steps cautiously into the room. While part of her is scandalized by what's going on, another part is...titillated?...by the decadent scene. She nods gracefully to the assembled men.

"Pleased to meet you all," she says coolly, trying to play off her startlement and appear sophisticated and worldly. "Your bond girls seem well trained."

The man Deirdre is sucking off laughs. "They are that, all right. Isn't that so, Deirdre?" He reaches down and tweaks the girl's nipple, making her squirm, but she keeps sucking away. Barnes smirks.

"They're talented indeed, and in fact I was hoping to make use of them for our game...do you two think you could hurry it up?"

"Agh, Barnes, you're always so bossy. Very well," the man grumbles. Seizing Deirdre's head, he begins to fuck her throat more aggressively. The bond girl goes still, opening her mouth wide and extending her tongue along his shaft, gazing up at him as he rams into her mouth. Meanwhile the man beneath Mary slaps her ass, getting a gasp from the bond girl.

"You heard Barnes, slut. Move those hips and make me cum!" He seizes her waist and sucks one of her nipples into his mouth as Mary moans and begins to fuck him harder. After a few moments he moans and erupts deep inside her, Mary quivering as she takes his load. The man fucking Deirdre's face is holding her tight to his crotch, moaning as well as he pumps wave after wave of spunk down her throat. The Irish girl swallows frantically to keep pace.

It must be delightful to have a cock, Alice finds herself thinking wistfully, warm heat radiating through her crotch as she watches the men have their way with the girls. I enjoy having Deborah on my cunny, but to be able to push myself inside her...! She takes a deep breath, steadying herself.

Deirdre coughs, catching her breath as the man she'd been servicing steps away, lacing his pants back up. Mary stands, disentangling herself from her man (who slaps her ass) before making her way submissively to her knees. Barnes beckons them both over.

"Have you played at darts before, Miss Foxhaven?" he asks, holding up a set of darts and smirking. Alice sees a target pinned up against the far wall and smiles confidently.

"Of course, Private Barnes. I've a good arm. Was this all the game that you wanted to challenge me to?" she asks with a laugh. "You made it sound much more intriguing."

"It is at least a bit different from the darts you know," Barnes says, laying a hand on the head of each bond girl. "I call the game 'distraction darts.' The rules are simple - best of three throws - but with an added bit of pressure to your focus and aim. Each contestant will have one of our eager company girls ministering to them during the game, doing the best they can with their mouths to throw off our aim." Barnes smirks. "I have a hypothesis that no woman can best a man at this particular game...what do you say, Miss Foxhaven?"

Alice's cheeks flush, and her heartbeat quickens. {if BellingtonParty-Alice-Drunk = True}Is it the punch, or is it just excitement? {endif}Part of her knows this is a bad idea, but part of her also wants to put Barnes in his place very, very badly... "You cannot expect me to expose myself to you or these gentlemen of your acquaintance," she says firmly, stalling.

"Of course not!" Barnes says, feigning shock. "Well...not if you win, that is."

"What's that?"

"Here's the wager I propose, Miss Foxhaven." Barnes smiles nastily. "The other day you were quite rude to me, in the pub. You struck me, no less! And all over a simple misunderstanding. So my proposal is that we find out whether I was, in fact, wrong in my evaluation the other day. If you win our little game, I'll concede the loss in good humor. But if I win...I will give you a brisk paddling to teach you not to put on airs. What say you?"

Alice's head is swimming by now, but she can't resist the temptation to show up this upstart private. "Those hardly seem like equitable stakes. Surely if I win, you should submit to the same - or similar - punishment?"

"Indeed!" bellows one of the drunk companions, making Barnes frown. "A paddling on either side, and may the best man - er, woman - er, person...win!"

Barnes scowls, but the other men are cheering and whistling, and it's clear he can't back down now without losing face. Alice smirks{if BellingtonParty-Alice-Drunk = True} tipsily{endif}. But then he nods.

"Very well," he says. "Lady's choice of the whores." He grasps the two bond girls by the hair, getting little gasps from them.

Alice swallows. She wasn't sure things would get this far, but now {if BellingtonParty-Alice-Drunk = True}she's ready to commit{else}it looks like she'll have to see it through{endif}. Looking at the saliva and traces of cum still smeared around Deirdre's mouth, she shudders and points to Mary. "That one." Barnes nods and shoves Mary forward; the bond girl crawls over on her hands and knees, then bows submissively to Alice.

"Your servant, mistress." Alice feels a tingling shiver race through her body at the sight of the naked girl bent forward, head down at Alice's feet with her pale ass in the air. She raises an eyebrow at Barnes.

"A moment of privacy, gentlemen?" Barnes makes a show of turning around, while the other men laugh and cover their eyes. After checking to make sure none of them are peeking, Alice hoists her dress and her slip, spreading her legs, and beckons Mary forward. As Mary crawls into place and stretches up toward Alice's pussy, Alice drops her dress quickly back over the bond girl's head; it doesn't go to the floor, of course, but it covers enough, leaving Mary's ass sticking out from underneath as she begins to lick.

"Well then. Shall we - mmmm," Alice stifles a groan as Mary finds her spot, and she grips the bond girl's head to steady herself. "...Shall we play?"

Barnes grins and hands her three darts, then unlaces his pants as he strides over to Deirdre. Alice glances aside, trying to betray no shock as she sees the size of his girthy cock. She hears the Irish girl gag on his member, then the steady slurping sound of her going to work. Between her own legs, Mary is working industriously away, tongue probing every fold of her lips and gently stimulating her clit.

"Ready?" Barnes calls jocularly. "I'll give you first throw!"