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That Whole WAM Thing Ch. 01

By: kleve



Somebody thought that the phrase WAM on my member page referred to the 80's pop group. I thought I needed to correct this misapprehension. Here's the first part of a story on that very subject...there are further episodes awaiting, if anyone's interested...

Looking back, I think it was a mistake to tell Erin about my private fantasy.

We had been going out for a year and a half, and one night she asked me if there was anything I was interested in doing, sexually, that I had never told anybody else about. Erin was broad-minded and totally lacking in prejudice; she'd once told me how she'd been fucked by an older woman when she was in college, and I had been so aroused by the idea that I'd dragged her into the bedroom and we'd had sex then and there. The night she asked me the question we were lying in bed, both a bit drunk, and I felt like I could tell her anything.

So I told her about my secret fondness for what initiates call WAM - short for Wet And Messy, a blanket term for anyone who either likes either messing other people up with custard pies, assorted kinds of goo or water, or who likes being messed up and/or moistened that way themselves. I told her about my rich erotic appreciation for the art of slapstick, and how there was nothing I liked better than having either an attractive woman at my mercy with a few dozen pies to hand, or her having me at her mercy in the same situation. I described the wonderful sensation of whipped cream and custard and cake batter on bare skin; I waxed rhapsodic about the beauty of the edible blindfold; I tried to explain the levels of humiliation involved in being degraded and humbled by something so essentially silly as the humble pie. Erin and I had enjoyed a bit of light bondage now and then, so she had no problem grasping the essential principles.

She chuckled quietly in the darkness, and remarked that we must try it out some day. We were tired and, like I said, a bit drunk, so we fell asleep and the next day we had breakfast, kissed goodbye and went to our respective jobs as usual.

What I hadn't reckoned on was Erin's unusual closeness to her friends. She had known them a lot longer than she'd known me, and sometimes I felt that she was a lot closer to them, too. I didn't mind; I liked being the only guy in a gaggle of females. In particular, there were three friends who we could always count on to turn up for a late drink.

Linda was plump, sexy and witty, with short orange hair, and she was usually stringing along one hapless guy or other. She was slightly older than the rest of us, and had a good job as an office manager. Ursula was Erin's chronically single friend, a fey red-haired painter, with a ready smile but generally very earnest. Lucy was petite, very pretty and silent, and generally sat with a glass of wine smiling enigmatically at the edge of the group. She was a talented photographer.

So, the night that Erin and I went around to Ursula's house for dinner, I didn't expect anything but the usual good food and good conversation. Linda was in great form, and kept us laughing with stories about the last few guys who had attempted to chat her up. There was plenty of wine, as usual, and as the evening stretched on past midnight, I began to feel pleasantly buzzed.

It was Linda who brought the conversation round to nudity. We were talking about times we'd been naked with our friends. Linda reminded Erin of a time that they'd gone skinny-dipping one night, and they exchanged a few fond memories. Lucy pointed out to Ursula and Erin that the three of them had gone to the swimming pool once, and had showered together afterwards. So in fact, all of us had, one time or another, seen Erin without her clothes on, but Linda had never seen Lucy, and Lucy, Ursula and Linda had never seen me naked.

"That's because I'm a guy," I reminded them.

"Well, I think it's high time," said Ursula, giggling.

"Oh no," I said, grinning. "Not unless it's a fair contest."

"Well," said Linda, reaching into her pocket, "every time is a good time for strip poker." And she pulled out a pack of cards and slapped them onto the table.

We all looked at each other. Lucy raised her eyebrows and smiled. Ursula laughed. Erin grinned at me, and then at Linda. Linda was looking straight at me, with a challenging expression.

"I'm game," I said calmly. There were whoops and laughs around the table. Linda took the cards out of the pack and dealt.

We played. To begin with, I did well, and after half an hour I had only taken off my socks, while Erin was down to her underwear, Linda had taken her top off, Ursula had had to take off her tights, and only Lucy was still fully clothed. I excused myself and went to the bathroom.

Most of the bathroom was concealed by a plastic sheet – Ursula was having some building work done. I relieved my bladder, and as I splashed a little water on my face, I felt confident. I was smiling inwardly at the thought of getting my girlfriend, and her mates, to strip off. Erin was a terrible card player, and I was sure that she, at least, would be the first to go naked. And if that happened, then who knew what might develop...?

When I came back to the table, Linda dealt again. And this time, I couldn't believe my luck - I had a flush in Spades. With that, I felt sure I could bluff them all into getting naked. I concealed my glee, and began to raise the stakes.

To my disappointment, Erin was the first to fold. She threw in her cards, shrugged and smiled, then curled up in her bra and panties with a glass of wine, not at all embarrassed. Lucy held out a little longer, but then she, too, folded. Ursula tried to go on, but when Linda raised the stakes to t-shirt and trousers, she tossed her cards into the table, blushed and poured herself more wine.

Now I was facing Linda. She was down to her bra, her skirt and her panties, while I still had my t-shirt, jeans and boxer shorts. We were evenly matched. I had another drink of wine - there was no way Linda had a better hand than me. I looked at her across the table, and she looked back steadily.

"I'll see your bra and skirt," I said, "and I'll raise you your panties."

She looked at her cards for a long moment, then looked up at me.

"I'll call you on that," she said softly. I couldn't resist a triumphant grin, and spread my hand on the table.

"Flush in Spades," I murmured. "Everything off, please." Ursula gasped. Linda looked at me, then back to her hand, then at me again. She placed her cards down, face up.

"Straight flush, kiddo," she said with a wicked grin. "I trust you're good for your commitments. "

I stared at her hand in disbelief, but there it was - a straight flush. I'd never even seen one before. Erin burst out laughing and clapped. Ursula cheered. Even Lucy gave a small whoop of delight.

"I'm good for it," I said, and stood up. I stepped away from the table and pulled my t­-shirt over my head. Then, looking at them all the time, I unbuttoned my jeans and slid them over my hips, pulling them down my legs and off my ankles; finally, I eased my boxers down and stepped out of them. I sat back down at the table, naked. The women were silent, smiling at me. I knew I was blushing with embarrassment, but I held their gaze.

"You're a lucky girl, Erin," said Linda, nodding her head. She grinned at me. "Respect.'

"Thank you," I acknowledged, and had to smile.

"Actually..." said Erin, stroking the stem of her wine glass, "we have a small confession to make..." She glanced at the others and giggled.

"What?" I said, but the suspicion was suddenly growing in me.

"Linda fixed the deck," said Erin, and she shook with laughter, her pert little breasts shaking inside her bra. "While you were in the bathroom. We made you lose."

"You fucking bitches," I said with a grin. Linda looked mock-appalled.

"Oh, that's charming language," she said. "That can't go unpunished. Ladies?"

And before I could move, Erin and Ursula had jumped out of their chairs and moved behind mine. They grabbed my arms and tied my wrists behind my back.

"What are you doing?" I asked, suddenly alarmed. Erin leaned down and kissed me on the lips, and smiled at me. .

"What it was," she said casually, "I told the girls about. . . umm.. . that whole WAM thing. They thought it was really funny. They want to help make your dream come true."

"Oh, get the fuck out of here," I said nervously, but Erin and Ursula pulled me to my feet, and Linda and Lucy went over to the bathroom door and flung it open. Erin and Ursula frogmarched me over to the bathroom; I was incredibly aware of the fact that I was naked, and vulnerable. This was funny on one level, but it was also frightening.

Linda and Lucy went into the bathroom and Erin and Ursula pulled me in, too. Linda grabbed the plastic builders' sheet, pulled it away - and I saw that behind the sheet, the floor of the bathroom was covered by an empty, inflatable paddling pool. The bath was crammed with about thirty creamy-looking pies, several bottles of chocolate syrup, and dozens of cans of whipped cream. There were also half a dozen buckets, filled with various colours of cake batter. 1 gasped, and to my mortal embarrassment, my cock began to stiffen.

"Oh my God," Ursula laughed. "I think he likes it."

"Please don't do this," I begged them. "Please don't," but Ursula and Erin forced me over into the paddling pool, made me stand in it, and turned me to face them. I looked at the four women, my girlfriend and her friends, now smiling at the naked young man they had at their mercy, and while one part of me was aching with humiliation, another part was desperate for them to do whatever they wanted to me. I could see my pale, naked body reflected in the full-length mirror behind them.

"I will get you for this," I swore. "I will so get each and every one of you for this."

"Oh baby," said Erin, grinning, "you're sweet, but you're so full of it. You'll never be able to do everything to us that we're gonna do to you."

At this point, Lucy went out to the living room and came back with a digital camera. She smiled at me and raised it to her eyes. My eyes widened, and I just had time to say "Oh no..." when Erin picked up a large, creamy pie and pushed it into my face.

It folded into my eyes and around my head, and she smeared it over the top of my cropped hair. I gasped for breath, feeling the cool cream oozing into my ears, then the pie fell off my face onto my chest and slithered down my body. It was cold, and I shivered.

"Ohh..." I moaned, blinded by the pie goop. "Please, no..." But then two more pies were pushed into either side of my face, and rubbed in well. The gunge filled up my ears and splattered onto my neck and chest. The crusts and paper plates fell onto my shoulders and landed with a splat on the floor of the paddling pool. Another pie engulfed my naked cock and balls, and I gasped with the cold, but then a fifth pie landed on my bare ass and was smeared thoroughly over my buttocks. I blinked, trying to see, and I whimpered, "Okay, stop, please, that's enough..." but it only seemed to excite them.

They went to town on me. Pie after pie was shoved into my face, so that I could only take infrequent gulps of air, and the weight of crust and pie filling on my head began to weigh on me. More pies were shoved into my chest and stomach and crotch, and I heard the four women laughing and giggling as they found new parts of my body to attack.

Then there was a short pause. A three-inch thick mound of filling slid slowly down over my face and fell off onto my bare feet, and I blinked - and as my vision cleared a little, for the first time, I could see them standing a little distance away.  

"Are you finished?" I gasped. Erin raised her arm - and this time, she hurled the pie through the air, and it splattered across my face with surprising force. Blinded once again, I gulped and moaned, and then another one was flung at me and landed on top of the first one. They waited for them to fall off, then another hit me, and another, and another. Between hits, I moaned "Mmff! No! Please!" but they ignored me.

Then I was subjected to a barrage. Pie after pie was hurled at me, splattering across my face and my torso, occasionally landing on my crotch and making me flinch. I must have been unrecognizable; I couldn't see anything, and I couldn't hear much from the cream in my ears, except the girls laughing and taunting me. Finally, just as a pie was slopping off my face and onto my cream-covered chest, a last one whacked me in the face and stayed there for several seconds. I stood, unmoving, abject, underneath my coating of pie glop and shortcrust pastry.

Then I felt hands pressing on my shoulders, and I sank unsteadily to my knees. My hands were still tied behind my back. The floor of the paddling pool was inches thick in mess, so it wasn't easy to balance. I knelt, sitting back on my heels, and felt slim hands clearing the mess out of my face.

When at last I opened my eyes and looked up, there were Erin, Linda, Ursula and Lucy grinning down at me. None of them had more than a couple of small splashes of cream on their arms and legs; I was a filthy and barely recognizable snowman.

"A change of pace," said Linda, and all four of them raised large bottles of chocolate syrup over my head. I started to say "Oh noo!", when the four thick streams of glossy black syrup cascaded down over my forehead and poured over my eyes and cheeks and mouth. I closed my mouth and held my breath, and felt the sticky, lukewarm syrup flow over my lips and pour off my chin. It pooled in my crotch, where my cock - which had gone soft from the cold pie goo - began to stiffen once again.

"He is such a dirty boy," said Ursula in a marveling voice. "The things that turn some people on."

"That is really disgusting," Lucy giggled.

"We need more," Linda said authoritatively. "It looks bad now, cause it's mixed up with the other stuff. If he were totally covered it would look better." I felt the streams pourin: over my head slackening slightly, and I opened my mouth and breathed.

"He's your boyfriend, Erin," I heard Ursula say. Erin said, "Oh, go for it. The more the merrier," and chuckled.

"Oh no..." I gasped as I felt more syrup being poured over my head. I bowed my head and it flowed over the back of my neck, down my naked back, which had been still relatively clean - but then a firm hand lifted my chin and it oozed over my face once again. They used up those four bottles, then they emptied another four bottles over me, then another four.

"Please. .." I whimpered, "please..."

"Please what?" asked Linda sharply.

"Please don't do this..." I breathed.

"Ssshh," said Erin in a fond tone, "open your eyes." I opened my eyes, and the film of brown syrup cleared; reflected in the mirror, kneeling between the woman, was a naked, black, glistening form. I looked like I had been dipped in crude oil. The entire front of my body from face to knees was black and glossy and sticky. Lucy was busily taking pictures. Erin, Ursula and Linda were taking a break, smoking cigarettes and drinking more wine.

"He's a good slave, isn't he?" said Linda casually.

Erin smiled. "We could probably do whatever we wanted to him. I'm sure he'd have no problem with that. Would you, slave?"

I looked up at them, blinking the chocolate syrup out of my eyes. Erin was staring right at me, daring me to do it.

"No," I muttered.

"Do you want to be our messy sex slave?" she asked. Ursula stifled a laugh. Lucy smiled.

"Yes," I said.

"Say it," said Linda. "Say, please make me your messy sex slave."

"Please," I grated, "make me your messy sex slave."

"We can do whatever we like to you?" said Erin, her smile getting bigger.

"You can do whatever you like to me," I said.

"Now, there's a challenge," said Linda. Erin scrutinized me for a moment, then she put down her wine glass and knelt by the paddling pool. She reached out, took my cock in her hand, and stroked it. 1 gasped, and grew harder. This was breaking a taboo - up until now it had merely been humiliating, but it was now getting intimate.

"You bold girl," said Ursula. Erin glanced at her, and looked me in the eyes.

"Do you like that?" she murmured.

"Yes," I breathed.

"I bet you wish this was happening to one of us instead of you, don't you?" she said softly.

I waited a long time before finally saying, "... Yes..."

"You'd love it if one of us were tricked into getting naked and kneeling in a paddling pool while the rest of us messed her up, wouldn't you? That's, like, your ultimate fantasy, isn't it?"

"Yes," I uttered.

"Which one of us?" said Erin, grasping my cock more firmly and making me harder. "Me, probably, right?"

I was so aroused, I could barely breathe. I just nodded Yes.

"Or ideally, it'd be all of us, wouldn't it? You'd somehow get us all tied up and do each of us in turn, wouldn't you? Until we were all as fucked-up as you are now?"

I nodded again.

"You know it's not gonna happen, don't you?" she whispered in my ear, then she gave my cock a friendly squeeze and stood up.

"He's been thinking bad thoughts!" she announced. "Hand me that." Linda cheered as Ursula handed Erin a large bucket. I looked up, saw Erin upturning it over my head, and I only had time to take a huge breath before a thick torrent of pale blue cake batter cascaded over my head and shoulders. "Oooohhh...God..." I moaned as it covered my naked body. The pool of mess I knelt in me was now up to my hips - it must have been six inches deep. I didn't get a chance to blink it out of my eyes, because another bucket was emptied over me, then another one. I shuddered and moaned as they covered me, then hands carefully wiped my eyes and I saw myself once again, no longer glossy black and well-defined, but indistinct under a thick coating of blue and yellow-coloured sludge.

Ursula had left the room. Linda and Erin untied my arms and retied them in front of me, then they pushed me onto my back in the pool of muck. I felt the lukewarm slime ooze up around my back and my ass, and I stared up at them fearfully.

Linda and Erin each picked up a can of whipped cream, and began to spray it over my naked body, starting with my feet. As each can emptied, they took a new one, and before long my legs were covered, and they were squirting the stuff over my aching cock and balls. Then it was my stomach's turn, the cream heaping up in swirls on my body; and as I whimpered for them to please, stop, I couldn't take it, they covered my chest, my arms, until finally my whole body was buried under mounds of whipped cream, except for my face. Lucy kept on taking pictures, moving around us to get the best angle, recording everything.

"Don't worry," said Erin with a grin. "We'll let you breathe." And she and Linda aimed the nozzles of the spray cans in my face, and let them go.

Immediately, my face was obliterated under a tall, oozing, sloppy heap of cream. I opened my mouth and moaned as some of it fell in, and I swallowed, breathing through my mouth as they covered every last inch of me.

I lay back, completely humiliated, shaking with what they were doing to me. I couldn't believe that Erin had enlisted her friends to do this to me, and that they had entered into it with such enthusiasm. I felt them smearing the cream over me to get better coverage, and I gasped for breath. I tried opening my eyes, but all I could see was a dim whiteness from the cream. I closed them again.

Then I felt them lifting me to a sitting position, and I sat up, panting. "Please," I begged them, "that's enough..."

"What do you think, babes?" I heard Linda say.

"Hmmm," Erin mused. "I'm not sure."

"Erin," said Ursula's voice, "I've often wondered, does he have that obsession most guys have, with anal sex?"


That Whole WAM Thing Ch. 01



"Yeah, he does," said Erin casually.

"Has he tried it on with you?" asked Linda.

"He has, once or twice, yeah," Erin said. "I didn't let him, though, obviously." I could hear the smile in her voice.

"Well, dead right, I mean it's degrading, isn't it, wouldn't you say?" said Linda.

"Exactly," agreed Erin. Then I heard Lucy chuckle "Oh, guys, that is so naughty," and I heard a faint whirring sound.

"Get on all fours," Linda ordered. Obediently, I slithered onto my hands and knees, my hands still tied together. The whipped cream still covered my face, so that I couldn't see what I was doing. Then I felt a hand pushing down between my shoulders, and I collapsed face-first into the pool of muck. I managed to raise my head up, and take a breath, but suddenly I felt the tip of a hard plastic rod vibrating against the cheeks of my ass.

"Oh no!" I cried. "Please! No!"

"Oh, you're so full of it now," Erin mocked. "You were a bit more keen when it was my ass you wanted to go into."

"Not my ass," I moaned, "noo...pleeease..." But then, I felt the quivering rod sliding up between my cream-covered buttocks, and push against my asshole. I instinctively clenched against it - I couldn't believe that they actually planned to fuck me anally, on top of everything else they had done to me.

"Oh stop moaning," sighed Linda. "You're such a tight-ass."

"Yeah," Lucy giggled, "loosen up." There was a peal of laughter from the girls, and whoever was holding the vibrator pushed it with irresistible force into the ring of muscle, stabbing me, and slid the tip of it, still vibrating, up into my ass. "UuuuuNNHHHH!" I squealed, as my cock went rock-hard beneath me from the sudden pressure, then my head was shoved into the pool of muck and I found myself breathing into slimy, sweet-tasting goo. Bubbles burst from my mouth and I squirmed in agony and ecstasy as the vibrator was pushed further up into my ass. Two pairs of hands held me down in the muck, as somebody - I just hoped it was Erin - began to fuck my ass with the unbelievably thick vibrator; expertly, not too roughly, not painfully, just easing it slowly in and out of me, the thick plastic rod pumping into my slick, lubricated hole, slippery with whipped cream. I could hardly stand it. I had never even let Erin do this to me in private, and now she was sodomizing me in front of her friends. My humiliation was total, and I gave into it, luxuriating in it. My girlfriend was holding her naked, slime-covered boyfriend face ­down in this mess of cake batter, chocolate syrup and pie goo, while two of her friends helped her to bugger me with Ursula's vibrator, and a third stood back and took picture of it all. I had never been so completely reduced to a squirming, abject, naked wreck in my whole life, and yet the insistent throbbing of the vibrator in my ass was making me give off muffled whimpers of lust. Somebody pulled my head up, to give me some air, and I gave a pitiful moan of "Oh pleeease...yessss..." 

"Do it, girl," somebody murmured, and the force of the strokes deepened a little, and I pushed my hips down onto the vibrator, letting it pierce me, exulting in their complete assault on me – and then I was cumming, helplessly, into the thick pool of slime, and moaning loudly. My head was let go, and I felt the muck envelop my face once again, and then I exhaled with exhausted relief as the orgasm flowed through me. My cock twitched, buried beneath me in the goo as it spurted uselessly. A wave of the most exquisitely painful pleasure flowed through me.

My face was lifted out once again, so that I could breathe, and I lay still for a moment, just panting for breath. The vibrator abruptly stopped throbbing, and it was gently eased out of me, with an audible schlurrp.

I don't know how long I lay there, but it can't have been very long, because when I came back to myself, I was being pulled up and laid on my back. The goo was wiped from my eyes, and I was looking up at Erin and Linda and Ursula and Lucy, who were all staring

down at me and smiling.

"What a sport," said Linda, and she started to clap. The other girls joined in, and I managed a weak smile. They untied my hands and let me lie there for a moment while they cleaned out the bath, then they turned the shower on, and left the room. Erin was the last to leave, and she threw me a wink and a dirty grin as she left.

I got to my feet, and got under the shower. It took me a good fifteen minutes to shower off all the muck they had covered me with. My ass was still tingling from the buggering they had given me. When I got out, I found a man's bathrobe hanging inside the bathroom door. I stepped gingerly past the muck on the floor, put the bathrobe on, and went back into the living room.

The girls were sitting on the sofa and on armchairs, drinking wine and smoking as if nothing had happened. They had cleaned themselves up, but hadn't bothered to dress. They turned to look at me, and cheered. I bowed, poured myself a glass of wine, went to the sofa and curled up next to Erin.

"We really didn't think you'd go for it," she said, and kissed me on the cheek. Across from us, Linda raised her glass at me and said "Respect."

"You were great, kiddo," Ursula said. Lucy nodded. I toasted them all, and accepted a cigarette from Erin, and I took a welcome drag.

And while I sat there, joining in the conversation and laughing at the whole thing, I had a

few idle thoughts about revenge.

If I had known what was going to happen to the photos they had taken during the whole evening, I would have been thinking a lot harder.

Two months passed. It was nine o'clock one morning when I rang the doorbell of Erin's flat. I had a heavy duffle bag with me, which I left in the hall, out of sight.

Erin answered the door in t-shirt and sweatpants. Her face was shining; she was doing her morning yoga. "Oh, hi," she said, and pecked me on the cheek before turning and walking back down the hall towards the living room. "You can't stay long, I'm doing my yoga. What brings you here so early?"

I swiftly walked up behind her and grabbed her around her torso, pinning her arms.

"Just a little appointment with destiny," I said cheerfully. Erin laughed and said, "What the hell are you doing?" But then, I forced her to the floor, and sat astride her; and as I took a pair of padded handcuffs out of my pocket and cuffed her wrists behind her, she began to struggle more fiercely.

"What the fuck?" she complained. "Get off me! I have to go to work in half an hour!" _

"Oh, no work today, Erin," I reassured her, snapping the cuffs shut. "Don't worry, I already called you in sick. This is a day for just you and me."

"What? Get these off me!" Erin hated having her routines disrupted. Worse still, she hated somebody getting the better of her. I made sure that her hands were firmly cuffed, then I took out another pair of padded handcuffs and turned around so that I faced her feet. I pulled her sweatpants down over her hips and she squealed, then I yanked them off her kicking legs and threw them aside. Now she was just wearing a sleeveless top and her red panties. I cuffed her ankles together and left her on her stomach in the hallway. I ran out into the hall, ignoring her shouts of angry protest, and I dragged in my heavy duffle bag - then I shut the hall door and bolted it.

Erin was where I left her, kicking and cursing on the hall floor, but also half-laughing.

"Look, stop fucking around, I'm not in the mood, okay? I have to get to work." She gasped as I picked her up in a fireman's lift, and took her into the sunny living room. I dumped her on the sofa, wept to the kitchen and took a wooden kitchen chair, which I brought back into the living room and placed nearby. Erin watched me sullenly from the sofa.

"What are you doing? What are you up to? I'm really not in the mood, okay? That's enough now, stop it." I winked at her and went back into her living room.

The weekend papers were piled up in a heap next to her waste bin, as usual. I grabbed an armful of them and took them back into the living room, where I spread them all over the floor. Then I picked up the wooden kitchen chair and placed it in the centre, and finally I picked up Erin, carried her over to the chair, sat her on it, and clipped her hand- and ankle-cuffs to the chair with stout steel clips. Her arms were pulled hack and her chest was thrust forward. When I straightened up, she glared up at me; she couldn't move, and she knew it.

"All right," she said, "you want a bit of bondage, I can do ten minutes but then I have to go. Is that what you want?"

"It's a bit more complicated than that," I said. "Dunno if you remember the little occasion in Ursula's bathroom." Erin thought, then her face cleared.

"Oh, that?" she scoffed. "You're not still pissed off about that? I thought you enjoyed it!"

I felt a sudden rush of anger. "I did enjoy it, kind of," I said. "What I didn't enjoy so much was you and your friends showing the photos to all your other mates! People like Melissa and Kate. Lucy put some of them on her web site, for fuck's sake! I get weird looks from people in the street!"

"Well, take it up with Lucy!" said Erin hotly. "I didn't make her do that!"

"No, but it was you who told them in the first place!" I said. "And it was you who let them do the whole thing. You practically ran the session. I was going to do something to get you all back at once, but it was going to be small-scale. But that was before the four of you told everybody else and their live-in lover. So I've planned something a little more elaborate. I thought I'd do each one of you individually, in isolation from the others. That way I could control it better."

"Well, you won't get away with it now," Erin said, smirking. "The minute you've finished with me, I'll get on the phone to the others and warn them. You won't get near them. You'll get me, but not them."

I had to smile.

"Oh, Erin. Come on! You don't think I'd have told you if there was the slightest chance you could stop it happening, do you? I did all the others last night."

The blood drained from Erin's face. She was speechless. I went over to the bag and took out a camera tripod, followed by a digital camcorder I had temporarily liberated from Lucy's studio. I checked that the battery was charged, and set up the camera so that it had a perfect three-quarter view of Erin, full length, sitting shackled to the chair in the bright sunlight. Then I walked over to her again, smiling, and I took my penknife from my pocket. She looked suddenly afraid, but I said "Don't worry, babe, you're not gonna get hurt," and I quickly cut up the side of the top, from hem to collar. It fell open, revealing her small breasts, and I cut the other side too, so that I could whisk the fabric away in two halves. Erin gasped, but there she was, exposed, wearing only her skimpy red panties. She looked at me defiantly.

"Fuck you," she said. "I don't believe you. You're bluffing. You'd never have managed it."

"Sorry, babes," I admitted. "I stacked the deck."

I took a photograph from my shirt pocket. It was of Linda. I examined it for a moment, then I held it up for Erin to see. She peered at it, started to smile - then she recognised the person in it, and her jaw dropped with shock.

"There are others," I said, "but I wanted you to see that one first. Do you want to know how I did it?"

"You're not fucking doing that to me," Erin grated.

"No, I'm not, don't worry. Yours is far worse. Shall I tell you how I did it?"

Erin didn't reply, so I started my story...

TO BE CONTINUED... 



That Whole WAM Thing Ch. 02



Our messy hero has been blindsided by his girlfriend and her best friends, stripped, pied, gunged and ruthlessly pleasured with a vibrator (see Part 1). Now it’s payback time…

I had turned up at Linda's the previous night at about six. I knew that she would be just back from work, and that she would offer me a drink. Linda was the most sociable of all of us, although ever since the night at Ursula's, our banter had had a slight edge - she had the goods on me, and she knew it.

She answered the door in her work clothes. "Oh, hi," she said, with a friendly smile. "Come in, have a glass of wine, you know where it is. I'm actually going out in a couple of hours but you want something to eat? You're welcome to root around." She showed me into the living room and I poured myself a glass of wine.

Linda was all over her flat, looking for odd items of clothing; she was going for dinner with friends, followed by some clubbing, and as usual her flat was in a state of chaos. She kept up the conversation, though, as she swept from one room to another. I sipped my wine and waited. Erin and I had more than once waited for Linda to get ready in this way, and I knew her routine.

Sure enough, after an hour or so, she seemed satisfied that she'd assembled enough clothes and she stuck her head in the living room door. "I'm just gonna take a shower," she said, exactly like I knew she would. "Don't mind do you? Help yourself to more wine if ya want some."

"No problem," I said.

"Cheers babe," she said, winked at me and vanished. I heard the door of her bedroom close, then a few minutes later it opened again. I heard footsteps on the landing, then the door of the bathroom opened and closed, and then I heard the sound of the shower running.

I waited for exactly three minutes - enough time for the water to get hot, and for Linda to get underneath it. When I judged she was in mid-shower, I picked up my bag and walked to the bathroom door.

Linda was humming to herself inside. I knocked, and the humming stopped.

"Yeah?" she said.

"Linda?" I said.

"Yes hon?"

"Uh, sorry about this," I said, "any idea when you'll be out?"

"You need the facilities?" she said, and I could hear her smiling.

"Sort of, yeah," I said. There was a pause, the water turned off, and the door was opened by Linda, who was very wet and wrapped in a towel. She grinned.

"Talk about timing…" she began, and then stopped, and looked at my hands. I was holding a digital camera and a large, catering size bottle of strawberry sauce. She looked up at my face and her grin faded.

"Oh you're not serious," she said flatly.

"I'm afraid so," I said.

"I'll scream, I'll fucking scream, and the cops will be here in five minutes," she said, backing away, into the steam-filled bathroom.

"Well, you could," I admitted. "But I would probably have to direct them to where you keep your coke, in that little tin in the drawer in the bedside table."

"Oh fuck!" she said, horrified. "You wouldn't!"

"Course I wouldn't," I said reasonably, "because you're gonna let this happen. It'll be a lot easier, it won't hurt, and there are only three other people who will ever know I did this to you, which is more than you can say for what you did to me. All it means is that you'll be a bit late for dinner, that's all." I smiled at her. Linda had retreated into the shower cubicle, and I had followed her every step of the way. She was actually trembling, clutching the towel to herself.

"Turnabout is fair play," I reminded her.

Linda swallowed, squared her jaw and looked me in the eye. I had always liked that about her, that she was game for anything.

"All right," she said in a resigned voice. "Fair is fair. But after this we're quits, right?"

"Absolutely," I said. She straightened up, and stood facing me, her arms by her sides.

"Go on then," she said, raised her face and squinted her eyes shut.

"Just one thing," I said, and I reached out, grabbed the edge of the towel, and yanked it, unravelling it from her plump body and stripping her suddenly nude. She opened her eyes and shrieked, covering herself with her arms, and I gleefully directed a stream of strawberry syrup into her face. It splattered over Linda's sexy features, and she coughed and spat, sinking to the floor with her knees drawn up.

I took photos as I squirted the entire contents of the bottle over Linda's head and bare shoulders, ripping the squeeze-cap off and allowing the last of it to flow over her face. She gasped and moaned, and massaged it into her large breasts, getting into the spirit of the thing. Then, when I was done, she opened her eyes, blushed, smiled and said "Okay, enough. You've made your point."

"We're not finished," I told her, and her eyes widened as I took out an entire bag of flour and burst it over her head. It billowed around the shower cubicle and settled on her, sticking to her syrupy skin, and she coughed. As she waved her arms in the air, trying to clear the clouds of flour, I broke six eggs on her head in succession, and she moaned as they slid over her face and down her body.

Linda was getting used to being naked now, and she lowered her knees. I noticed that her pubic hair was shaved to a narrow stripe. "You can touch yourself if you want to," I said in my friendliest tone. Linda's face and hair were clogged up with syrup, flour and eggs; she reached between the tops of her voluptuous thighs and stroked herself, breathing heavily.

I opened a catering tin of blacks trap molasses, and upturned it over Linda's head. The thick molasses seemed to take forever to fallout, but when it finally hit her scalp and slid down over her forehead, she turned up her face and moaned, allowing the rest of it to ooze over her eyes and nose. It slurped over her in thick gobs, picking up flour and egg yolk as it went, and her breath rasped as she stroked herself harder. Next came five litre jugs of raspberry yogurt, which turned her from messy black to pink with dark streaks. Linda squirmed. I was glad she was enjoying it.

I made her kneel, facing away from me, and I landed a chocolate cream pie on her ample, pink, naked ass, smearing it into her. She shuddered. Then I made her sit on the pie, cross-legged, and delivered four more pies - one square in her face, one on each side, and the last one on top. She sat, abject, her hands folded in her lap, the pie plates sticking to her head, and I took my best photo of the night so far. Then the plates fell off, clattering to the floor of the shower cubicle. Linda was indescribably filthy, and I knew that all the molasses and flour would be a bitch to get out of her hair. Still, she wouldn't be more than a couple of hours late for dinner.

"You're beautiful," I said as I packed the camera away. She sat, unmoving, only her mouth visible as she breathed through the clogged-up mess of flour, syrup, molasses, egg and pie gunge that covered her head.

"If you tell anyone apart from the others about this," she said quietly, "I will hunt you down and castrate you."

I reflected that she probably would, too. "Don't worry, babe," I said, and I gave her knee a reassuring pat. "My word is my bond. Just one thing - I plan to get the others, too, and if I turn up at anyone's place and find that you've warned them, these pictures get sent straight to your office. In the meantime, you're welcome to sit there and think about the wages of sin, but if you still want to make dinner on time, you'd better start cleaning yourself up." As I left the bathroom, I looked back and saw Linda on her knees, naked, groping blindly for the shower controls. I was laughing to myself about that all the way down the stairs.

*****

Erin was staring at the photo of Linda, nude on the floor of her shower, her head obscured by four oozing pie plates, her large pale body streaked with various unpleasant-looking substances. She looked up at me nervously.

"You've got something worse in mind for me?" she said.

"Oh yeah," I said. "Linda got off lightly. All she really did was fix the deck, and join in. Other people, though, needed something a bit more…intense."

I produced another photo and showed it to Erin. She blinked at it, controlling her expression, and looked at me..

“I can't even tell who that is,” she said.

"Look at the picture on the wall," I advised her. She looked again.

"I know that kitchen…oh my God!" she exclaimed. "That's Ursula?"

"Yup," I said.

“B-but…why her? Why that?”

“Cause she was the one,” I said with an evil grin, “who went and got the Toy.”

Erin was perspiring. She looked scared, but only for a moment; the old defiant look came back into her eyes, she straightened up, tilted her chin and said "And now you're gonna tell me how it happened, right?" I admired her. Even when shackled to a kitchen chair, wearing only a scrappy pair of red panties, she still had dignity. At least, for now.

"Of course," I said cheerfully. I sat down on the sofa, opposite my girlfriend, and told her what had happened.

*****

I had driven straight from Linda's to Ursula's, changing out of my dirty outer clothes at traffic lights, and when I arrived and knocked on the door it was just eight-thirty. Ursula answered the door in her usual painting clothes of jeans and a black turtleneck sweater. "Oh hi," she said warmly. "This is nice. Come in."

She had just finished dinner, and she seemed pleased that I'd paid her a social call. Ursula's sex life tended to rely on having flings with the boyfriends of women she knew; for much of the rest of the time, she was usually too uptight and intense to attract a man - or at least, a man who actually liked her. She had a slim, rangy, athletic body, but her face tended to be grim and serious. She offered me a drink, and I accepted a glass of wine. Having only had half a glass at Linda's place, I was still perfectly sober.

We sat by the fire and chatted. She asked me how work was going, and I told her the usual stuff about boring routine. I asked her how her painting was going, and she said that for some time she had been painting life studies, but it was very difficult to get models.

"You wouldn't hire one, or go to a life class?" I asked. Ursula frowned.

"No," she said. "It's too expensive. And I don't like life classes, I don't like working around other people. Most of the time I use myself as a model."

"Oh yeah?" I said innocently. "How do you work that?"

"I use a mirror," she said. "You get used to it; but it, umm..." She giggled, and sipped some wine. "It can get a bit chilly."

"Really?" I said. "You paint yourself in, like..."

"In the nude, yeah," she said. "Right now it's the human body itself I'm interested in. Not clothes. Not the social self. The essential person."

"Right," I said. "You wouldn't ever ask your friends to pose?"

"Oh, no," she said. "That would be way too...I dunno. It wouldn't seem right. They'd probably say no, anyway."

"Well, it's not like you haven't seen most of us in the nude," I said with a smile. "Including me."

Ursula laughed and nodded. "Yeah. Mmm, that was a great night. I'm really sorry, we were a bit hard on you."

"It's okay," I said, "I liked it."

"Yeah, so Erin said," remarked Ursula, and sipped some wine with a flirtatious expression.

"I mean," I went on, "if you wanted me to pose for you, I would, you know."

Her eyes lit up, and she beamed. "Would you? Really?"

"Sure," I said casually. "I'd have no problem with that. On one condition."

"What?" she said, still smiling.

"That you'd pose for me. Just once. I always liked life drawing, I'd love to have a go just once with a real subject."

"What?" Ursula said, still eyeing me. "Nude?"

"Well, yeah," I said. "I mean, that's the real thing, like you said yourself. And it’s not like you haven’t seen me with my clothes off. In fact, you've done a few more things than that with me." I blushed, and Ursula chuckled quietly. "We don't need to tell Erin about it, or anything," I added. "This is about art, after all."

Ursula burst out laughing, and glanced at me, and sipped some wine, then fell silent for a moment. Then she smiled and nodded.

"Okay!" she said. "It's a deal. I suppose it's only fair."

"Wanna do it now?" I said, smiling and looking her straight in the eyes. She looked back at me for several seconds, and then she nodded again.

"Why not?" she said casually.

"I don't actually have any drawing stuff," I said, looking around. "Could you lend me some?"

"Sure," she said, and took a gulp of wine. "There's some over there on the table."

I got up and went to the table, where I found a pad of cartridge paper and some soft pencils. Ursula was still curled up on the sofa, looking at me with the expression of a sleepy and satisfied cat.

"So, okay," I said. "How do we do this?"

She put her wine glass down and spread her arms. "Where do you want me?" she said.

"How about... the kitchen table," I suggested. "The light's best over there." She nodded and stood up.

As Ursula walked the few paces to the kitchen table, she pulled her black turtleneck over her head and threw it aside, then unclipped her baggy jeans and let them slide down her legs; then she reached behind her, unfastened her bra and threw it off - and finally, slid her black panties down over her lean, muscular hips and stepped out of them. Naked, she climbed up onto the table, turned and looked at me. I was impressed with how unselfconscious she was about her own nudity. Her body was somewhat skinny, pale and covered with the freckles of a redhead, but her ass was firm and her breasts, though small, were beautifully shaped. She lay on one side on the table, leaning her head on an outstretched arm, and smiled at me seductively.

"What sort of pose?" she asked. "Glamorous?"

"How about just kneeling for now?" I said, feeling my excitement build. Ursula raised herself up and knelt on the table, her hands folded demurely in her lap. Her arms pushed her breasts together, forming a shallow cleavage. She smiled naughtily. I came over, put the paper and pencils down, and faced her.

"Ursula, I have to admit something," I said.

"What?" she said, looking faintly puzzled.

"I was actually planning to do some photographic work," I said. She blushed slightly, and put one arm over her breasts.

"What do you mean?" she asked in a slightly worried tone.

"It's about that night here, with you and Erin and Linda and Lucy," 1 explained. "The thing itself was one thing, but... did you have to go and tell everyone about it?"

By now, Ursula was looking alarmed. The tension in the room was rising. "But... we thought you were okay with it! It was fun!" she protested.

"Yeah, but you went and told all your friends. You showed them the pictures. There's nothing I can do about that now. I just want some, well, closure." I grinned at her. I could see her working out what I meant, and a horrified look came over her face.

"Oh no! No! You can't!"

"All I want is a certain amount of payback. It's not going to go any further than the people who were in that room - at least, in your case, it's not."

"No fucking way!" she exclaimed, and started to get off the table.

"Ursula," I said quietly, "if you don't let this happen, I'm gonna have to tell Marie that you've been sleeping with Paul…"

Ursula froze. Marie was one of her best friends, and I knew from Erin that Ursula had been carrying on with Marie's boyfriend. The only thing that Ursula cared about as much as her painting, and her flings with the guys she knew, was her fear of being discovered as a boyfriend-stealer. She realised that she was trapped. She pulled her bare knees up to her naked chest and hugged them to herself, staring at me.

"What are you going to do to me?" she whispered. I shrugged and smiled.

"Not as much as you did to me," I said. "But something close. I think it's best if you just let it happen."

She stared at me for a long moment, and I was briefly scared that she was going to scream, or attack me - but then she closed her eyes, sagged, and smiled weakly.

"Oh God," she muttered. "I should have known we wouldn't get away with it. ... Tell me what you want me to do."

"Attagirl!" I said. "Kneeling again, please. Don't worry, it won't be as messy as the thing in your bathroom."

Ursula unfolded her naked body and knelt, folding her hands in her lap once again and shaking her head resignedly. She rolled her eyes.

"Just one thing," I said. "Remember you're posing. Make it look good for the camera."

"Who else is going to see these?" she asked, her voice shaking slightly.

"Just Erin, Lucy and Linda. I've already been to Linda. Look!" I showed her the photo of Linda that I'd printed off from my laptop on the way to her house. She looked at it intently and actually laughed.

"Oh God," she muttered. "We should never have done you in the first place."

"It's not the doing I minded," I said as I took my camera and various other things out of my bag. "It's the telling everyone about it. I think you'll find I'm more discreet."

Ursula knelt, still and silent, while I unpacked several large bottles of chocolate sauce and an extremely large cake box - plus one small item that I slipped into my pocket.

I walked over to her, holding a bottle of chocolate sauce in each hand, and smiled reassuringly. She held my gaze the whole way, and I got up on a chair, opened the bottles and held them over her head.

"You ready?" I asked.

"Yes," she breathed. I wasn't sure that she wasn't getting off on it after all. I upturned the bottles, and the opaque chocolate sauce flowed down over Ursula's forehead and face, trickling over her hair and dripping off her pink nipples onto her pale thighs. She moaned quietly. I emptied the bottles over her head, and massaged the sauce thoroughly into her thick red hair. She made a faint sigh of protest as her hair was slicked back under the sauce, but then she joined me and rubbed it over her naked torso, hips and crotch.

"Good girl," I said. "You're doing great. Keep it up." I took two more bottles and emptied them over her too, and this time she licked it up, smearing it over her naked breasts, stomach and thighs. I got her to go on her hands and knees and I poured more over her bare shoulders, back and ass, this time rubbing it in myself, and she wriggled a little and whimpered softly.

I used four more bottles, and by the time I had emptied them over Ursula’s lean, naked body, she was thoroughly besmeared with thick, glossy chocolate sauce. She looked feral, weirdly pagan, her back arching with pleasure, naked and glistening on her hands and knees on the table. I took a few good pictures, then I opened the cake box and brought it over to where her head was.

"You like cake, don't you?" Ursula opened her eyes, blinking, and focused on the large round yellow cake I had placed in front of her. It was about two feet tall, and the same distance in diameter. She sniffed it, and got the scent of lemon icing.

“I looove cake,” she sighed. She looked almost blissful, as she relaxed into the humiliation.

"Well, you can have some if you just bear with me for a few minutes," I said. And from my pocket, I took a double vibrator, with twin translucent tips for both the pussy and the anus. I held it up before her eyes and turned it on, and I smiled at her disbelieving expression.

"Oh no," she moaned. "No! Not that!"

"Fair's fair, Ursula," I observed. "You did the same to me. Nobody asked you to go and get yours from upstairs." And I placed the quivering tip against the lips of Ursula's pussy.

She quivered and gasped. "No! Oh, please, no! Not in there! I...no!"

I teased her labia and the hood of her clit, moving the tip around. She was panting for breath and her breasts were shaking beneath her. When I was sure she was ready, I pushed the tip of the longer prong into her vagina, and Ursula moaned loudly "AaaAANNHH!" Then, as I eased it in, I made sure that her ass was well lubricated, smearing a generous handful of KY between her tight, rather bony buttocks - then I grabbed her around her naked thighs, to hold her hips in position, and gently but firmly pushed the other tip up against the ring of Ursula's anus. She was shaking with lust, making loud and incoherent noises of arousal, so I pushed the twin prongs into her, penetrating her in her pussy and her anus simultaneously, watching them slide into her as far as they could go, until just the base of the vibrator was sticking out from between Ursula's slim, chocolate-smeared buttocks.




That Whole WAM Thing Ch. 02



I knew exactly how Ursula was feeling, because I had felt like this myself, all those months ago. "AAAHH! AAAHH!" she gasped hoarsely, as the vibrator throbbed inside her moist vulva and thrummed against the tender and sensitive walls of her bowels. I stroked her clit, whispering to her, urging her on, making sure that she was as stimulated as possible. "YES! YES! YES!" she moaned, throwing back her head and easing herself back onto the vibrator - then, when I knew from the peak of her cries that she was just beginning to cum, I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed her head deep down into the cake.

It wasn't really a cake. It looked like one; it was iced with lemon icing, and gorgeously decorated. But beneath the icing, it was an empty shell of foam rubber, which was filled to the brim with particularly glossy and sticky lemon custard, about a gallon of it. I pushed Ursula's head deep into it, until it had vanished up to the base of her neck, and the displaced batter oozed up out of the cake and slopped over onto the kitchen table. I heard her making indistinct noises inside the cake as she came, her whole body arching into her orgasm, and I stepped back and quickly wiped the custard off my hands.

I raised the camera to my eyes and waited - and still Ursula kept her entire head buried in the cake. Then, she pulled her head out and heaved in a deep breath - and I got my photo. Her nude body was smeared all over with chocolate syrup, her whole head was an indistinct mass of sticky yellow goo. In the background, hanging on the wall, was one of her own paintings. The framing was just right. I clicked the shutter. It was perfect.

Ursula's limbs gave in, and she collapsed on her belly on the table, the vibrator still sticking out of her ass, her face falling once again into the cake, causing it to sag and spill all over the table. I pulled the ruined cake from under her face so that she could breathe, and I gently eased the vibrator out of her. She sprawled face-down on the kitchen table, panting and sighing.

"You've done great," I whispered into her ear. "I have to go and see somebody else now. Don't try to ring Lucy or Erin, or the pictures go public. I hope Paul leaves Marie and goes with you, you're way more fun. Oh yeah - I meant that about posing for you, sometime. I'm free whenever. See you, hon." I pecked her on one of her bare, chocolate-covered buttocks, washed the syrup off my face and hands at the kitchen tap, gathered up my stuff and left. As I went out the front door, I looked back – Ursula was still prone, naked and filthy on her kitchen table, gasping for breath, recovering from the ecstasy.

*****

"Incredible," breathed Erin, shaking her head. "You actually did that. You fucked her with a vibrator."

"Why not?" I said. "You fucked me with her vibrator. At least I assume it was you. Wasn't it? 1 couldn't really see what was going on at the time, if you remember."

Erin looked at me levelly. Then she bowed her head and whispered, "Yes. It was."

"And it was her idea to go and get it, wasn't it?" I asked.

"…Yeah," Erin admitted. "But so the fuck what? We were a bit drunk! That's the way it went!"

"Yeah," I agreed, "and if you hadn't done what you'd done, I wouldn't have had any problem with it! I mean, it's okay for you to know I'm a weirdo who likes being messed up and having the occasional dildo up my ass, cause you're my girlfriend and I love you. I don't even have much of a problem with your best friends knowing about it, although I could be forgiven for wanting a little bit of payback, particularly because of the way they found out - but you had to go and show everybody! You weren't drunk when you arranged for everyone to see the photos, were you?"

"Well," said Erin, "…not all that drunk, no." And she smiled, for the first time in an hour and a half. I was pleased.

"Exactly," I said. "So don't go getting all judgmental on me, young lady."

Erin shifted in her seat a little, to ease herself. The sun had moved around and was catching her short brown hair very nicely. I thought how lovely she looked, sitting on that chair, pristine and clean in the late morning sunlight, and what a shame it was that I was going to have to mess her up, but she had called this upon herself, and it was going to happen.

"Okay," she said, and she actually smirked. "I would love to know what you did to Lucy. I can't imagine how it can be any worse than what you did to Ursula."

"Hmm, yeah," I said reflectively, and lit a cigarette. "Lucy was a tough one to work out. She wasn't involved on a physical level, she just documented the whole thing. She was the only one of you I wasn't sure how I was going to handle. It's actually funny how it worked out."

Erin raised her pretty eyebrows and smiled. "Tell me," she said. Erin is no fool. I knew she thought that if she could just get me to feel like we were on the same side on this thing, she could talk me out of doing her, too. I took a drag on my cigarette, and smiled, knowing that there was no way she was going to escape what was coming to her.

I marshalled my thoughts, and began to speak.

Find out about the most elaborate revenge yet, in Part 3… 



That Whole WAM Thing Ch. 03



A petite photographer becomes her own subject...

I drove as quick as I could to Lucy's place, not that I was worried about Ursula warning her, but because I was eager to move on to my next victim.

Lucy answered the door in a white t-shirt and pale blue sweatpants. "Oh," she said, startled; I had never spontaneously called round to her house before. "Hello." She brushed a strand of black, ringleted hair from her face. Lucy had a slightly careful manner of speech, because she was half-French and English wasn't her first language.

"Hi," I said. "I was just passing, I thought I'd drop in. If you're busy, I can go..."

"No no," she said, stepping back into the hallway. "Come in. I was just doing a bit of work." I entered the hallway and she closed the door. A moment later I was in the sitting room and Lucy was handing me a glass of wine. Her computer was whirring quietly at the other end of the room, in an alcove lined with cork­boards, on which were stuck dozens of photographs. "Sorry if I'm interrupting your work," I said. Lucy shook her head and smiled.

"Not really, no," she said. "I was just sorting out some images for the website."

"Ah yes," I said, and smiled wryly. "The website."

She grinned, and then burst out laughing. "Oh, Matthew, I'm really sorry. I just couldn't resist it. They were too good to keep to myself. Oh, and you know what is so mad! I have had so many emails from gay men wanting to know if they can have a session with you." She winked at me and sipped her wine. "I hope you said No," I said. She nodded. "Yeah, I did. I had to take the page down, actually, I was getting too much feedback." "Well, I'm sorry for your trouble," I snorted. "It wasn't you that was up there."

"No..." said Lucy, her voice trailing off. She stared past me for a moment. Then she became animated again. "But, um, I have been spending a lot of time on the web looking at images like these. There are so many! God. I had no idea. I thought it was just you who liked this."

"No," I admitted. "It's a whole industry. It's kind of a shame, two or three years ago it was quite a small thing and it was mostly just people making sites for fun and putting up free pictures of themselves. Now more and more of them are pay sites. A lot of the sense of community has gone." I was trying to be cunning; I wanted to put Lucy in a frame of mind where she might try it for herself. But she didn't go for it.

"Oh, that is so corny," she chided. "People have to make a living. If there is a demand for it, they will stop giving it away and start selling it."

"I suppose so. Did you find any sites you liked?" Lucy wrinkled her brow cutely as she thought.

"Yeah, I love this...Messygirl? She is cool. I like a woman running the business. And I like the Japanese sites because the women are so tiny. They remind me of me." She blushed slightly.

"Maybe you should start your own site," I suggested. "Women are way more popular than men. I think you could do pretty well at it." Lucy was silent for a moment, then she shrugged.

"I thought about it, you know? I do not have a problem with nudity or whatever, when I was in college I worked as a model and I have done stuff about my own body and I am cool with taking my clothes off, but it would be fucking impossible to use the camera when you are covered in that shit," she laughed. "But it would be good money and it might be kind of fun as a side thing. But I need someone to help. Maybe I ask Erin or Linda or someone."

It was all going much better than I'd planned. I decided to risk it. I was just about to volunteer when Lucy suddenly looked very amused and said "Actually, you know what? You should help me. I feel bad about that night, we messed you up and there is no, um, payback. You should be my assistant. That would be really mad." She grinned.

I was speechless. She had actually beaten me to it. My mouth wagged for a moment, then I heard myself saying "Lucy, to be honest with you, that's actually why I came here. I was, uh...I was going to try and persuade you to let me, you know...mess you up. I'm kind of getting revenge on the four of you - well, I've done Linda and Ursula and I'm going to do Erin tomorrow. Look." And I handed her my pictures of Linda, sitting abjectly in the shower, and Ursula, crouched naked on the kitchen table.

Lucy took them and scrutinised them, smiling. She held up the one of Linda and said, "The composition is not so good. You have too much of the wall. The one of Ursula is better." Then she handed them back, and once again she burst out laughing.

"That is fucking mad!" she exclaimed. "You are taking revenge? For how long?"

"I'm doing it all in one night," I explained. "I came here from Ursula's. It's kind of aimed at Erin, she's the one who told you about it so she gets the big finale tomorrow morning. But the difference with me is that I'm not gonna tell anyone else about this, it stays private. Well, with, uh, one exception..." And I smiled at her.

"Who?" asked Lucy, puzzled. "Erin? No, she wouldn't like that...who would...oh." She nodded and looked at me, going slightly pink. "Yeah. Me. Cause I published the pictures."

"Everyone gets repaid in their own way," I said. "And you just said yourself that you were thinking of doing it yourself and having me as your assistant, so..." I spread my hands. Lucy twirled her finger around a strand of hair and looked embarrassed.

"Yeah," she said, "I did say that, didn't I. Oh shit." She laughed. "And you want to do it now? 1 don't have anything we can use, I don't think..."

"I have stuff in the car," I told her. Lucy raised her eyebrows.

"Oh, of course you do," she said. She did nothing for a moment, then smiled ruefully, shrugged and hopped down from her chair.

"Fuck it. Okay. You go and get it," she said decisively, "and I change into something more, um, suitable." She darted a small nervous smile at me and left the room.

I went out to the car and brought in my supplies. It took four trips to get it all from the trunk into Lucy's hallway. On my last trip, I met her coming down the stairs, wearing a faded red bikini. Lucy was in her late twenties, a little under five feet tall and very slim. Her skin was a pale olive colour, and her breasts were small but filled the cups of the bikini top to perfection.

"This is an old thing," she said, indicating the bikini. "I don't care if it gets wrecked. We set up in the studio, okay?" She helped me carry the many plastic bags into her studio, and switched on the lamps. I took a paddling pool out of its box and inflated it, while Lucy took the cartons and bottles and cake boxes and plastic buckets out of the bags, sighing and tut-tutting at the extent of all the foodstuffs that would shortly be coming her way. She was so fresh and pretty in the bikini, I found myself wishing for a moment that I wasn't with Erin.

Then she set up two cameras on tripods, quickly and expertly, and got me to kneel where she was going to be so that she could focus them. I was wary in case she tried to turn the tables, but she didn't; she was absorbed in her work. When she was done, I placed the paddling pool on the central spot and spread some newspapers, to stop the studio furnishings getting messy. Lucy instructed me in how to load film, and fitted shutter release cables so that my messy hands wouldn't have to touch the camera. Then she set up her digicam, to make a continuous record of the whole thing. She was standing and surveying the studio when I thought of something, and turned to her.

"Listen," I said, "how will we do this? I mean I was going to take charge, obviously, but now you're doing it professionally, I think maybe you should call the shots. You just tell me what to do and I'll do it. The only condition is, well, we do have to use up all this stuff." I waved a hand at the boxes and bottles on the floor.

Lucy considered and nodded. Then she flushed, put a hand to her mouth and giggled. "Oh noo," she moaned, "that makes it worse. If you are in charge I am the victim and I have no guilt, but if I am in charge then it is like, masochism...I am a total pervert..." She gently bumped a fist against her forehead. "We should never done it in the first place, me and the others. I knew we would not get away with it."

She pulled another rueful smile, and then braced herself and walked forward into the light. She stepped into the paddling pool, turned to face me and squinted as her eyes got used to the glare.

"We do some clean ones first, okay?" she said. "So when we're done, everybody can see me and point me out in the street and say, hey, there goes the dirty girl." She laughed.

"You're the boss," I said, and I peered through the viewfinder. Lucy controlled herself and stood full-face, unsmiling, as I took photos. Then she allowed herself a smile, and when I cracked a joke, and she laughed, I got a good one of her looking more relaxed.

"Okay," she said, "time to get moving. How about you throw one?"

"I'm not much of a shot," I said. "What if I come up behind you and do you?"

"Okay," she said. "Turn on the digicam." I pressed REC on the side of the digicam. Then I took a large, fluffy banana cream pie from its box on the floor, and walked around Lucy, who stood in her bikini watching me out of the corner of her eye. Then she looked into the lens of the digicam and said "Hello, I am doing this because me and some friends played a trick on this guy we know and it was really bad and I think I am about to get paid back for it. So I think he is going to do all kinds of weird shit to me, and if you are under eighteen you should stop watching, cause I have decided I don't like this bikini any more and it is probably going to go at some point -"

I cut her off by walking up quickly behind her and pushing the pie into her small round face, rubbing it in and smearing it over the top of her head. Lucy made a muffled squeak and flinched, pressing her elbows to her sides. I stepped away from her and she went "Ooooh!" as the pie broke up on her head, most of it bouncing off one shoulder and splattering onto the floor.

I went to the still camera and took a photo. Lucy wiped her eyes and focused on the digicam.

"Thank you sir," she said, "can I have some more?" I grinned, picked up two more pies, came up behind her and slapped them on either side of her face, sandwiching her head between them. She went "Uhh!" and hugged herself. I darted over, got another two pies, and waited for the two I had just applied to fall off. They did, slithering messily over Lucy's neat, rounded breasts, and before she could clear her eyes I pushed another into her face and added the last one on top of her head. There was a "MMBL!" from inside the goo that was now coating Lucy's head, and this time it took some time for the brown crust to break up and slide down off Lucy's face, falling in gobs onto her chest and splattering onto her bare feet.

She opened her mouth cautiously - it was the only part of her face that could be seen ­– and said "So this is me getting punished. I think I must be very bad for something like this to happen to me. If my mom and dad are watching, this is not their fault, it is me, I am just a bad person. But the guy who is doing this to me is also a very bad person or he would have taken pity on me and forgiven me by now –"

From where I stood behind the camera, I threw a pie at Lucy, and it disintegrated across her chest. She squealed and wiped some pie goo off her face, blinking her dark eyes at me.

"He is such a liar!" she said to the camera. "He said he was a bad shot but he just hit me with - nooOOO!" She raised her hands but I had already thrown another pie, which splattered into her face dead-centre. Cream flew everywhere. Lucy shook her head, freeing some of it, and wiped it out of her eyes, just in time to see the next one coming towards her. Her eyes widened and she opened her mouth, but it splashed messily into her face and she had to spit out a mouthful of coffee custard.

Before Lucy had had time to wipe her face, I skirted around the set, came up behind her, grabbed her wrists and cuffed her hands behind her back. "Oh noo," she whimpered. "I think I am in trouble now."

I got back behind the digicam and started hurling pie after pie at her. They nearly all hit her, mostly in the face or on the neck but sometimes splattering over her breasts, once or twice landing soggily on her crotch. She gasped and made a few incoherent whimpers, but mostly she just stood obediently and took it, her bikinied form gradually disappearing under a thick, craggy coating of cream, custard, variously coloured fillings and pie crust.

Thirty pies later, Lucy in her pretty red bikini had gone, and in her place was a human­-sized figure thickly plastered with cream, custard and pastry. A small hole opened, roughly at the level of her mouth, and she took a long breath before saying "Please, I don't think I am being punished enough. I think you need to do more."

I came up to her, uncuffed her hands and handed her a damp cloth, and she wiped most of the goo off her face and head, before smearing the rest off her body with her hands. Her thick, curly black hair was now slicked back on her head. She was still filthy and streaked with residues of cream and chocolate, but it was possible to see her skin once again.

"Okay," she said, and reached behind her back. She untied her bikini top and threw it aside. "These are my breasts." She shook her chest, causing her little breasts to sway from side to side, and grinned at the camera. I threw a pie at her chest, splattering over her clean nipples, and she stared in mock outrage for a second, before a second pie obliterated her face. She nodded philosophically as the piecrust slid over her nose and chin.

"Okay," she said, after spitting out crumbs and gobs of custard, "so what happens if I show you my ass?" She turned her back and pulled the seat of her bikini bottoms down over her hips, flashing her tight, rounded ass at the camera. I walked up to her and pushed a pie into Lucy's ass, rubbing it in well – but not too hard. I wasn't here to touch Lucy, just to mess her up. 

She yelped from the cold, and as I stepped back, she turned around and wiped her face.

"Well, if you are going to be like that I may as well not wear anything," she said, wriggled off her bikini bottoms and stepped out of them. She folded her hands demurely over her clean, shaved pussy. Lucy was now naked, and I was at liberty to do what I liked with her. I went up to her, took her wrists and cuffed them in front of her. She gazed levelly into the lens of the digicam.

As I wondered what to do next, Lucy said to the camera conversationally "You see, I can take pies, however many he throws, I can take them because they are only pies. But what I cannot take is sludgy stuff. That stuff, I am scared of."

I knew when I was being prompted. I put up a stepladder behind Lucy, and she craned her neck around and asked what I was doing. When I walked towards the ladder carrying a heavy bucket, her eyes widened and she said "Oh noo! Noooo! You are not going to empty that on me, please say you are not going to cover me with that stuff, I cannot, I am not able to, please, nooo..." I climbed the ladder, Lucy imploring me not to do it and staring at me, her cute round face upturned - and I tipped the bucket over, sending a cascade of yellow cake batter over her face, pouring it all over her naked body. "MMMMMMMMMM!!!" she moaned, her lips tight shut as she disappeared underneath the avalanche of sticky yellow sludge. It poured over her face and chest, ran in thick rivulets down into her crotch and over her tight, rounded little naked buttocks, and I had to bite my tongue and remind myself that I couldn't touch Lucy, I had to save all that for Erin, and anyway I was a one-woman man, and Lucy almost certainly didn't even fancy me anyway, it was just that she happened to be weird enough to voluntarily strip naked in the presence of her friend's boyfriend and allow him to pour buckets of cake batter over her.

Lucy seemed to be genuinely aroused by the cake batter. She took a deep breath and moaned as it ran all over her body, and she squirmed a little, rubbing her thighs against each other as it trickled between them. I got off the ladder, fetched another bucket and climbed up again, and I waited for her next move.

"Ohh..." she gasped, "oohh...no...I cannot take it, this is too much, I – please, I cannot do any more..." After some vigorous blinking, she managed to open her eyes, and they stared out of the mask of yellow slime that covered her face as she looked around and up at me, then she cried out "NOO!" again as I upturned the second bucket, and this time, it was a deluge of pink batter that descended over her face and head and ran over her body. "MMMNNHH!" she went through tightly-closed lips as it covered her. It was flowing thickly down her arms, shoulders and legs, dripping off her breasts where her nipples had become erect. She was whimpering and rubbing it in between her thighs with her cuffed hands.

"Oh my God..." she sighed. "This is too much, I cannot take any more, please, no more of this, I cannot bear it..." I got down from the ladder, discarded the empty bucket and picked up another full one, this time of pale blue batter. I hauled it up to the top of the stepladder, all the while watching Lucy touching herself and moaning as the batter slid slowly over her naked body, and I raised it over her head. She lifted her blinded face and I took my cue, slowly emptying the blue batter over her. It oozed over her face, adding a third layer and a new colour to the sludge that was now covering her, and she made a blissful "MmmmMMM!" sound. She was standing with her chest stuck out, her ass thrust behind her and knees bent; both of her hands were thrust between the tops of her thighs, and she was stroking herself slowly and deeply.

She did that for a while, then she raised her shackled wrists and wiped her face, focusing at me.

"Please," she whimpered. "Do not do this to me. Look what you are making me do. It is so humiliating...I have a college degree..." I had to stifle a laugh. Lucy was a natural. I picked up the last plastic bucket and climbed the ladder, and she watched me all the way, begging me not to do it, not to humiliate her any more, please not to mess her up further. I tilted the bucket, and a drop of thick chocolate sauce slopped out and landed on her left breast. She stared at it in horror, raised her hands and cried "Nooo, please...!" but I tilted the bucket further, and a thin stream of chocolate sauce poured out, hitting her between the eyes, then grew thicker as Lucy closed her eyes and whimpered, until it was a thick flow that I directed all over her face. She opened her mouth to breathe, and exclaimed "Noo! Oh my God...please, no, no more..." but I kept going until the chocolate sauce had completely coated her head, shoulders and breasts, and was running in dark streams down her belly and back, trickling between her pink buttocks and dripping into the pool of muck that had formed in the paddling pool. Lucy put her hands in her crotch again and made small, high, sighing noises as she stroked herself.

I got down from the ladder and went over to the digicam. I tilted it downwards a fraction, then went over to Lucy and forced her down until she was sitting in the pool of muck, her eyes closed under the glossy coating of chocolate sauce, masturbating herself and panting. I was pretty sure that she wanted me to take over. I took a pie in each hand and watched her as she masturbated, and when she finally opened her eyes and blinked at the camera I stepped forward and engulfed her head in another couple of pies. She gasped and rocked backwards and forwards, bringing herself closer to orgasm, occasionally picking up a double handful of muck and heaping it over her face, and I continued to plaster her head on the front, sides and back with pies, burying her once again in the thickest, messiest coating yet of crust and cream and custard.




That Whole WAM Thing Ch. 03



After five minutes, I had used nineteen pies and was down to my last one. Lucy was obliterated under the gunge that covered her naked body – oblivious, she worked her hands in her crotch, moaning and whimpering. I stepped up to her and lovingly introduced it to her face, and she let out a blissful "MMMMMM!" and pushed her face into it. I rubbed it over her face, and I swear I actually felt her body tremble through the pie plate as she came. Then I let it go, it slid off and landed on her crossed legs, and she sagged forward, panting heavily. I gently pushed her over until she fell face down into the pool of slime and just lay there, her slender back rising and falling, her fists thrust underneath her crotch, rubbing her hips into the floor of the pool, her buttocks squirming, her head engulfed by the muck.

I watched her relax, then I went to the camera, stopped recording, came back to her, tapped her on one shoulder and murmured "Cut!"

She raised her sludge-covered face out of the glop and laughed.

"Oh man," she gasped. "That was the maddest fucking thing I ever do!"

I gave her a round of applause. She sat up, panting, and wiped the stuff out of her eyes. I unlocked her handcuffs and she flexed her wrists. I went to the kitchen and soaked a few clean dishcloths in warm water, which I brought back to her. She was sitting up in the pool, smearing the muck off her and laughing to herself.

"Okay," she said, "now we are totally fucking quits for ever, right?"

"Damn right," I said, and held out a hand. I pulled her up and she wiped her feet, so as not to dirty her carpet, then she padded gingerly upstairs to the shower.

By the time she came down, clean, damp and wearing a bathrobe, I had cleared up the mess. We spent the next couple of hours uploading the stills and the digicam footage to her computer and agreeing about how it would be distributed; she would offer the footage for sale on DVD, and post the best couple of dozen stills on her website. Any money from sales would go to her, and 1 would pay for any costs. We rounded off the night with a couple of glasses of wine. Lucy sat curled up on the sofa, grinning at me and shaking her head.

"You are a mad fucker," she said. "You do all this out of revenge? I hope it was worth it."

"I think it will be," I said. "You were great, by the way. A natural. Oh, and if I can say so, you have a lovely bottom." Lucy inclined her head graciously.

"I swear, if I didn't love Erin..." I added. It was two in the morning, and I was very tired, or I wouldn't have been flirting. She pursed her lips.

"But you do love her," she reminded me. "Anyway, you are sweet but you are not my type."

"What is your type?" I asked.

"I don't know," she sighed. "That is the problem."

"You shouldn't have any problems getting offers now," I said. She laughed and rolled her eyes.

"Oh God. Every weirdo will be emailing me. I will have to get a new account. Thanks."

I sagged. I needed to go home. Lucy saw me to the door, and as I said goodbye she smiled at me.

"It was mad," she said. "But it was fun. Do not be too hard on Erin. Try and get her to like it."

"I'll do my best," I said. She blew me a kiss and closed the door. I went to my car, drove home, fell into bed and slept.

How will it all end? Find out about the terrible climax, in Part 4... 



That Whole WAM Thing Ch. 04



The final episode, in which vengeance is seen to come back at you in unexpected ways, and somebody goes a bit too far...

"Which brings me here," I said, putting out my cigarette and smiling at Erin.

She had been sitting in the chair for two hours now, listening to how I had got my revenge on Linda, Ursula and Lucy, and I think it was beginning to dawn on her that there was very little chance that she was going to escape. She looked tense and apprehensive. Her naked chest was rising and falling rapidly, and she was looking at me nervously.

"Listen," she said. "You got them. You don't need to get me. You could just tell them you did, couldn't you?"

"That's hardly fair, is it?" I asked, got up, went into the hall and started sorting out the contents of my duffle bag. I had stocked up on cake batter, a dozen or so bottles of chocolate sauce, litres of whipping cream, a couple of dozen pie cases. It took me twenty minutes to assemble my arsenal. I mixed up the cake batter in the six buckets I had brought with me, then I mixed some more in the biggest pots I could find in Erin's cupboard, and when they were full I took a bucket from the bathroom, cleaned it thoroughly and filled that too. The pies were easy to assemble. I whipped up the cream in seconds using her electric whisk, and piled it into the pie cases. All the time, Erin sat in the living room in the sunlight, shackled to the chair, wearing only her red panties, waiting for her comeuppance, silent, nervous. I was so aroused, I couldn't wait to get started. I was going to give Erin the most comprehensive gunging of all of us, and when I was finished, I was going to pay her back in kind for sodomizing me in front of her friends. Except that I wouldn't need a vibrator to do the job. 

When I was finished, I picked up a pie and walked into the living room. Erin was sitting, staring at me, her face impassive. I put the pie down, walked over to the digicam and started recording. Then I picked up the pie again, held it up in one hand and walked over to where my beautiful, treacherous girlfriend sat.

"Ready to face destiny?" I said with a smile.

Erin smiled back at me. And then, she took her arms from behind the chair and held them up in front of me. The handcuffs were gone. My blood ran cold. 

"Ready as I'll ever be," she said, smirking. I was so dumbstruck, I didn't move – and that was my mistake. Two strong hands gripped my upper arms, and Erin was able to stand up – her ankle cuffs were also gone – spring over to me, and shove the pie back into my own face. 

I moaned in horror as the chocolate cream splattered into my face, folding around my ears, and I heard a voice directly behind me say "Careful! Jesus!" 

Linda's voice.

The piecrust slid off my face and I blinked. As my vision cleared, I was spun around and I almost lost my footing. Then I could make out three figures standing in the room – one, pale pink with red around the hips, was Erin. The other two were wearing old clothes. I recognized Ursula's mop of thick red hair, and Lucy's tumbling black curls. 

"Oh shit," I muttered.

"God, you're such an idiot," Erin said gleefully. "I can't believe you didn't work it out."

"We phoned Erin last night," said Ursula, a touch apologetically. "You didn't really think we wouldn't, did you? We've been in the other room, listening."

"You were too quick for us last night," said Linda behind me, still gripping my arms, "but we'd plenty of time to prepare for this morning. Can't really let you go after a sister, I'm afraid. And we do need a bit of revenge."

"That's not fair!" I said, shaking my head, as the cream dripped off my face. "Last night was my revenge! I was only getting you back for what you did to me!"

"Oh, it's different with girls," Erin giggled. "We can get revenge on you whenever we want. Centuries of oppression by men, that kind of thing. You can't get revenge on us for anything."

"No!" I protested, as Linda dragged me over to the chair that Erin had been shackled to. "You can't! Please!"

"Oh shut up," said Erin, her eyes twinkling. "We know you love it really." Ursula and Lucy ran forward and started unzipping my trousers. I fought and struggled, but Linda and Erin manhandled me onto the wooden chair and cuffed my hands to it behind my back. Ursula pulled off my trousers and Lucy shackled my ankles to the chair. Then Erin leaned towards me, grinning, and snipped up the sides of my t-shirt. I looked at them all beseechingly, alternately hoping and fearing what was about to happen to me, wishing they would stop and yet in agony that they might not go through with it. Erin pulled off my ruined t-shirt and wasted no time in cutting off my boxers, too, so that I was once again naked. I already had a hard-on.

They didn't waste time, but started methodically pieing me, all four of them taking turns, making sure that the camera always had a good view of my head disappearing behind the thick coating of goo and piecrust. They left the rest of my body, so that the pie mess began to fall off my face into my squirming naked lap. I was getting harder and harder as the young women shoved pie after pie in my face, moaning, desperate for relief, my cock straining beneath the oozing mass of cream and chocolate and pastry. Erin was the most enthusiastic, exulting in her escape from the same ordeal that was happening to me, occasionally pulling on my cock and whispering laughing insults in my ears. I was a moaning, heaving victim by the time she was reaching between my thighs and smearing the cream up between my ass cheeks, and then she was pushing the vibrator up there, towards my anus, as I sobbed and screamed for her to stop, please, no, not there, please don't fuck me with that...it was what she wanted to hear, and she didn't listen. They unshackled my ankles, and Linda and Ursula tilted my naked hips and spread my legs, readying me for my buggering. 

The vibrator pushed inexorably against my tight, quivering anus, and I writhed in the chair, but I couldn't see. Lucy pushed another pie into my face, and I moaned. Erin laughed, and leaned on the vibrator and I cried "NO! NO! OHHHH...", but I felt it piercing me down there, its slick shaft pushing into my muscle, penetrating me. It was fast and hot and rough, not like the first time, when it had been more exploratory and sensual. This time it was less mutual, as if it was purely to amuse them. I gasped and sobbed as the vibrator thrummed and whirred in my rectum, and I was so hard that it only took Erin to touch the head of my cock with one naked breast, as she leaned into me, for my cock to spurt cum up over her bare throat, and me to gasp and whimper as the orgasm ripped through me.

"Oh wow," Lucy murmured. 

"He was so ready," Linda agreed.

I sat in the chair, nude, my head and upper torso caked in pie goo, my eyes blinded, my legs held up as if I were about to give birth, the vibrator humming unbearably in my ass, and I panted for breath. 

"Shit," said Erin in a disappointed voice. "I was hoping he might hold out a bit longer. There's all this other stuff to use."

There was a silence in the room.

"We could use it on him anyway," Erin added hopefully. "Guys? What do you think? Why don't we use it all up on him? It'll make great footage."

I heard footsteps moving around to my right side, and a hand was laid on my besmeared shoulder. 

"I have a slight problem with that idea, Erin," said Linda's voice. So, it was she who was standing next to me. 

"What?" asked Erin, sounding puzzled.

"Well, okay, it was fair enough to get him back for last night," Linda went on, "because after all he's a boy, and you can't be too strict with boys. But there is a certain imbalance left in the room, don't you think? Hasn't somebody still got something coming to them?"

There was another silence. I breathed heavily, under my mask of melting cream. The vibrator in my ass was turned off, and slowly pulled out of me. I gave a little whimper.

"You're not talking about me?" said Erin, sounding annoyed. "Hey, I let you guys get him back. You owe me one. He's my boyfriend."

"The thing is, Erin," said Ursula in an amused tone, "if you think back, he would never have come after the three of us last night if we hadn't ganged up on him in the first place. And I seem to remember that that was your idea..."

"But you all went along with it!" Erin said hotly. She was so funny when she was righteously indignant. "You all thought it was hilarious!" Oh God, the hope was growing in me that Erin wouldn't escape after all, that the others were going to get her, just as they had all got me...

"We didn't think he'd dare to try and get us back," said Lucy. "You said he wouldn't. You obviously don't know him as well as you think you do."

"Well if you think you're gonna try anything on me," said Erin defiantly, "forget about it."

I heard rapid footsteps, a thud and a muffled curse. Hands carefully cleared the cream from my eyes, and I blinked. When I could see again, Ursula had got Erin in a double arm-lock, standing behind her. Erin was still in just her red panties, her chest rising and falling, looking extremely nervous. She was looking at all of us in turn.

"Don't," she said desperately. "I don't want to. I'm not into it. Seriously, guys, I'm not joking."

Linda came around from behind me. "I think fair's fair, Erin," she said. "If you hadn't had the idea in the first place, then Ursula and Lucy and I wouldn't have been gunged last night. You've only yourself to blame."

"It's not that bad," Lucy said with a smile. "Just give in to it."

"No fucking way!" Erin said, struggling. Ursula had done classes in self-defence, and held Erin tight. Linda picked up one of the few remaining pies and stood in front of Erin, looking at her judicially. Erin twisted her head, trying to be a moving target, but Lucy calmly took a handful of my beautiful girl's short brown hair, and Erin winced and kept still.

"Linda, come on," Erin said desperately. "Don't do this to me. Please."

Linda looked at me and winked. I smiled. Erin glanced at me.

"Please ask her not to do it," she said. "I'll...I'll grant you sexual favours!"

From the way Erin's bare legs were twisting and sliding together, I knew she was beginning to get off on finally being forced to take what she had been giving. 

"Why don't you come in," I said with a smile. "The water's lovely." Ursula chuckled. Erin looked back at Linda, who raised her arm, and Erin's eyes widened and she opened her mouth to scream – but then her beautiful face vanished behind the thick, creamy mass of the pie. Linda rubbed it into her face and then let go, letting the silver pie plate fall onto the floor, then she took the waistband of Erin's scanty red briefs and yanked them down over her hips, stripping Erin naked.

God, it was erotic. My girlfriend was being stripped nude and humiliated in front of me, after she had so comprehensively humiliated me, and there was nothing I could do about it. Erin moaned, behind the pie in her face, and her small naked body sagged slightly. Lucy handed Linda another couple of pies and Linda waited for the first one to fall off. It slid down Erin's face and slopped off her bare breasts, and Erin moaned "Oh God...no..." 

Linda swiftly brought the pies up in a sandwich, one on each side of Erin's face, and there was a muffled "MMMBL!" from inside them. The creamy glop oozed out and fell onto Erin's slim bare shoulders, before splattering to the floor, leaving white streaks on her clear pink skin. 

Lucy had left the room, and she came back in holding another wooden chair, just like the one I was shackled to. Ursula manouevred Erin over to it, and they rapidly and efficiently tied my girlfriend to the chair, at her wrists, waist and ankles. Erin shook her head, dislodging some cream, which spattered onto the clothes of the other women. They picked up the chair and brought it over until Erin and I were seated, facing each other, only five feet between us.

"Oh God, guys, please..." she moaned, as Linda, Ursula and Lucy opened the bottles of chocolate sauce. Her ribcage heaved, then Lucy took a handful of her hair and pulled her head back so that her face was upturned. She looked up, and went "Nooo!" as the three streams of chocolate sauce poured thickly over her forehead, flowing glossily down over her eyes and nose and mouth and streaming onto her bare breasts, dripping off her nipples onto the brown patch of her pubic hair, pooling in her lap. Erin's naked body shook as they poured the syrup over her, and she closed her eyes behind the black gunge and whimpered pitifully. Already, her neat and expensive haircut was utterly ruined. 

I had thought that they were finished with me, but they weren't. I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked up, just in time to see the bucket of pink cake batter cascading down onto my face. I let it flow over me, obliterating my features for a few minutes, breathing through my mouth. I heard Erin making indescribable noises, and by the time I could see again, she had gone from being a glossy, sexy, figure-hugging black-coated girl to an indistinctly-shaped humanoid figure coloured blue with streaks of lime green. Only her mouth was visible, and the twin mounds of her breasts under the extra-thick batter. Her lower legs were still relatively clean, but the batter was pooling in her lap and flowing off her onto the floor. She hung her head abjectly.

"Oh, please, no more," she begged the others. As if they were answering her wish, they set about wiping the worst of the gunge off her, uncovering her lithe form once again, smeared with streaks of multi-coloured goo. She thanked them profusely, and I felt sorry for her, because I could see that they weren't finished with her. Lucy and Ursula left the room.

"Please, let me out," Erin said, her voice shaking slightly. "I'm sorry I started all this, I really am, I never meant it to get out of hand..."

I could see that behind her, Lucy and Ursula had re-entered, carrying brimming buckets and a huge cake – in fact, it was the cake I had shoved Ursula's head into the previous night. They had painstakingly rebuilt it. Ursula grinned at me and winked, then made a "shush" gesture.

"I'm really sorry, babe," Erin was saying to me, blinking the chocolate syrup out of her eyes with her long lashes. "We shouldn't have done what we did, I'm sorry I tricked you."

"That's okay," I said. Ursula walked up behind Erin, holding the huge yellow cake.

"This has gone one long enough," Erin went on, "let's just untie us and I'll make us all some breakfast, how does that sound?"

"Erin," said Ursula matter-of-factly. "Shut up."

Erin twisted her head and looked up, and saw the cake being held just above her head. Her mouth opened wide in horror and she go as far as "NO -!" before Ursula inverted the cake and dropped it over Erin's head. Erin's head was completely engulfed. There was a muffled howl from inside the cake. I started to laugh, but suddenly a bucket was engulfing my head too, and it was full of thick cake batter. It filled my eyes and ears and mouth. Erin and I were being punished jointly, and they weren't going to let me forget that. Still, it was especially sweet that the tables had been turned on her as well as me. 

The bucket was lifted off my head and I gasped for air. Then my cuffs were being unlocked and I was shoved forward off my chair and onto the floor. I sprawled on my belly, then I heard metal clinking and a gasp, followed by a wet thud. I groped forward blindly and I touched a small, slimy, naked female form. Erin whimpered and reached out for me, and we clung to each other. I was getting hard, knowing that the other three women were standing, fully-clothed, watching my girlfriend and I naked on the floor, blinded and covered with slime. My hands touched Erin's breasts and she sighed. Slim fingers brushed against my cock and then I felt her lips against mine. We embraced and kissed. 

"Oooh," said Ursula happily. "A show."

"Wow," said Linda. "Go for it, lads."

"Bastards," Erin murmured in my ear. "Shall we give them a show?"

"Sure," I breathed. It was so arousing, not being able to see what we were doing, existing entirely through touch and taste. Erin and I knew each other's bodies so well that there was nothing we couldn't try out with each other – well, almost nothing. Our unexpected transformation into sex show performers was something to be welcomed. After all, the others were single; we were the only couple. Somehow it made sense that everything about our relationship should be offered up for their entertainment.

Erin kissed me again, pushing her hard little tongue into my mouth, and I reached down and caressed her wide ass, that ass she forever complained about, saying it spoiled her figure – that ass I loved so much. My fingers went between her gooey, slippery ass cheeks and she moaned into my mouth. Then we felt cool cake batter pouring over our foreheads and flowing over our locked-together faces. Clearly they were not going to stop humiliating us. Erin moaned again, kissing me harder and clutching me tighter, and I pulled her hips to me, my fingertips brushing over her anus. An image popped into my head of how, about six months earlier, I had been about to go to work one morning, and I'd been leaving Erin behind to do her yoga – she was just sauntering away from me, down the corridor, in her t-shirt and sweatpants, and I had been so aroused by the grey sweatpants covering her bottom, knowing she wasn't wearing any underwear beneath them, that I had tackled her and thrown her on her bed and stripped her naked while she gasped with desire, and after burying my face between her legs and licking her out thoroughly, I had rolled her onto her belly and smeared KY between her plump ass cheeks and, ignoring her whimpers of protest, forced the tip of my cock into her anus. Erin had always put off having anal sex with me, saying that she wasn't ready or didn't feel like it, but that one time I hadn't been able to stop myself. And she had cried out with the pain, but hadn't tried to get out from under me, and I had worked my cock up into her arse and sodomized her while she moaned, begging me in one breath to stop and in the next breath to cry out that God, it was so good. And I'd come in her, my fingers working at her clit, and a moment later she had come too, her face red and contorted, her body covered in sweat, shoving her hips back down onto my cock. And that had been the first and only time I had ever had anal sex with her, because after I'd pulled out of her she just lay naked on the bed, face-down and exhausted, her eyes closed, and I'd kissed her and cuddled her but got no response, and eventually I'd washed myself off and gone to work and she had never mentioned it again. In fact, she pretended it had never happened. What was it she had said when she was about to fuck me with the vibrator? You were a bit more keen when it was my ass you wanted to go into... 

My fingers kneaded Erin's slippery naked buttocks and she took her lips away from mine. I knew that, like me, she was completely blinded by the gunge they had poured over our faces.

"Oh God," she breathed. "I want you in me. Now."

"Okay," I murmured. She kissed my shoulder and reached between my legs, stroking my cock.

"I want that in my arse," Erin muttered in a thick voice. She turned, in my arms, facing away from me, getting on her hands and knees. I couldn't believe it. The one thing Erin thought was the most shameful thing, the thing we had done together that she hadn't wanted to acknowledge, she wanted me to do to her in front of her friends. I knelt behind her and put my face between my girlfriend's naked buttocks, licking her. She gasped and whimpered. The goo was sweet and sickly and I held her hips, spreading her cheeks, burying my face in her ass. 




That Whole WAM Thing Ch. 04



The three other women were silent. I heard a little gasp from Ursula. Nothing had prepared them for how much Erin and I were getting off on what we were doing. I put a finger in Erin's wet pussy and, with my other fingers, stroked her labia. She was trembling. I knew she was preparing herself for what she had asked for. All my irritation towards her, all my own sense of shame and humiliation was forgotten, like a bad dream. What Erin and I were doing now was more extreme than anything that had been visited on any of us. The stakes had been getting higher and higher ever since Ursula had fetched her vibrator for Erin to fuck me with. As I put my arms around Erin's naked hips and pushed my tongue up against her tight little hole, I found myself wishing that the others would come and join us.

"Ooooh!" Erin cried, as I poked my tongue into the knot of her ass. Her anal muscles twitched and convulsed as she tried to keep me out. I heard a bucket being lifted, and the slopping sound of cake batter being poured. Erin made an indistinct "Mmmbll!" noise. The goo flowed from her head down her back and into the crack of her ass, covering my face. I couldn't breathe for a moment, but it soon dripped off onto the floor between her legs. 

I couldn't stand it much longer. I lifted my face from Erin's ass and knelt close behind her, pushing my stiff cock between her slimy buttocks. "Ohh!" she moaned. I was doing it all through feel, I couldn't see a thing. I heard what sounded like a rustling of clothes, and another gasp from Ursula. Erin was making tight, rhythmic moans, psyching herself up. I put the head of my cock against Erin's anus, feeling my way with the fingers of one hand while the other held Erin's hips against mine, and I felt Erin's asshole puckering desperately. I reached beneath her and stroked her clit and she made a little sigh, then I pushed my cock against her asshole. She instinctively moved her hips forward, away from me. I followed her, she opened her legs wider, but then her knees slipped on the slimy newspaper and she collapsed onto her belly, bringing me with her. I sank down onto Erin's naked ass, and the whole head of my cock plunged roughly into her anus, far more roughly than I had planned. "AAAAHH!" Erin screamed, "Oh GOD! Oh no!". 

It was too late, I was in her, and I worked myself further in, slowly and carefully. She was moaning, over and over again, "Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no...", but she made no effort to get out from under me. I felt the tight walls of her arse gripping my cock along its length and I knew that she was now feeling just what I had felt, that evening in Ursula's bathroom. I pulled almost out of her, then went in again, pushing a little further each time. Erin sprawled on her belly and her beautiful ass took me, lifting her hips off the floor, arching her back, receiving me in her most private and shameful place. 

"Jesus," Linda murmured. Erin gasped as I fucked her more rapidly, her ass getting more lubrication from my pre-cum. I blinked, and I could suddenly see, the goo unsticking itself from my eyelids. Erin was beneath me, her eyes shut tight and her mouth open, as my cock sank itself between her plump little buttocks – a thick trail of blue gunge covered her from her head and down her spine. Linda was standing against the wall, her arms folded, watching us with fascination; Lucy was sitting on the sofa, her trousers and shirt unbuttoned, one hand working inside her black panties and the other caressing her breasts inside her bra. Ursula had stripped completely naked, and was kneeling on the floor, unashamedly masturbating, her hands stroking herself, her fingers running through her glistening red bush, staring at us as she panted. She gazed into my eyes, and I returned her gaze as I continued to sodomize Erin – Ursula's expression was saying Take me, take me, do whatever you want to me. Jesus, for a moment I did want her, I wanted to finish Erin off and then hold Ursula down and work my cock up between her skinny arse cheeks and into her asshole while she screamed with pleasure – but then I felt myself about to cum, and I closed my eyes again and moaned. The muscles in Erin's arse squeezed my cock and I felt myself shooting into her. She cried out again, but then I heard the rattle of a bucket and a bubbly whimper from Erin, before another bucket was upturned over my head and everything went dark and oozy and muffled. 

I continued to cum in Erin's ass, and she milked my cock furiously as the gunge slid over my shoulders and chest and bare torso and hips. The bucket was lifted off my head and I gasped for air, then I collapsed on top of my girlfriend and put my arms around her, protectively. She was limp and trembling. We had done it.

My cock was softening inside Erin and I lifted my hips slightly, pulling out of her. "Ohh..." she gasped. We were both exhausted. I hadn't the strength to wipe the gunge out of my eyes, I simply lay on top of Erin and held her, kissing her shoulder occasionally. I felt her hand take mine and squeeze it. 

"Oh God, don't stop!" Ursula muttered. 

"Jesus, Ursula, have a little patience," said Linda. "Wasn't that enough for you?"

"I'm not finished!" Ursula cried thickly. 

"That's it," Linda said. "I'm fed up with you. Lucy, help me out."

"What are you doing?" Ursula said with alarm. "No!"

"Always got to be the star," said Linda with exasperation. "Here. Have some makeup."

Ursula let out a cry that turned into a muffled bubbling noise, and Erin and I heard the clink of a bucket. I reached up and wiped my eyes, and saw Ursula, still kneeling, her hands raised helplessly, an upturned bucket over her head and dark blue gunge flowing over her naked breasts and into her crotch. Erin chuckled, and I saw that she was watching too. I leaned down and kissed her, and she squirmed beneath me, rolling onto her back and putting her arms around me. We embraced, and it was only Ursula's cries of protest as Linda took the bucket off her head that made us stop kissing and sit up.

"What was that for?" Ursula complained, wiping the goo out of her face.

"For having no manners," said Lucy, and she grabbed Ursula, making her lean forward, then got her by the back of her neck and shoved her head all the way into a deep bucket of yellow slime. Erin and I cheered. Ursula writhed, naked in Lucy's grip, but Lucy counted to ten before letting her out.

...But if I told you everything that we did to Ursula that afternoon, and how the WAM Club got formed, and all the ambushes and revenge hits and kidnappings that have taken place since, we'd be here forever. And Erin, Linda, Ursula, Lucy and I are much too busy for that. Besides, I have to go and buy eight cans of shaving foam; there are 50 pies to make for Erin's birthday, and we're planning a special treat for her.

Hope you liked this; it should be clear by now that WAM has nothing to do with George Michael and Andrew Ridgeley, unless there's something they're not telling us.