4 comments/ 9454 views/ 1 favorites The Abbey By: Ctyolene She wandered around the room, touching the red velvet bedspread, and blinked at the chains embedded into the posts of the huge bed. "Why?" She shook her head. "Never mind, I can guess." Jack slid an uneasy glance at the painting of a group of laughing villagers on the wall. There was something about the eyes of the figures in the painting... "Mrs Wyndham, we've got to get out of here." "Maria, remember?" Her tone was chiding. "You can't call me by name here." "Maria. We've got to go. If you are found here, your reputation will be ruined." She nodded, but opened a cupboard beside the bed, and gasped. She reached inside and lifted out a cat o nine tails. She flicked it again her hand, and flinched. "It's real." "Of course it's real. Come on, and I'll buy you one for yourself." A nagging sense of urgency was driving Jack. He'd had the same feeling at Talavera just before Ruffin's troops launched their midnight attack. She ignored him, and picked up a carved wooden instrument. She lifted it to eye level to examine it properly. Jack knocked it out of her hands. Seeing her holding that phallus offended something deep inside him. It hit the floor with a clatter and he grabbed it before she could touch it again. "Why would a lady here need one of those?" She was fascinated by it. "It's not intended for the lady." Jack could see the moment she understood. She turned bright red and she backed away, hand behind her back. "Goodness." The sound of bootheels in the hallway alerted him. A familiar voice said "I believe you have something special tonight?" He recognised the voice of Colonel Binchy. The horror on Maria's face shocked him into action. He picked her up and flung her face down on the bed. She squealed in protest. "Play along," he murmured and fastened one of her wrists to the binding on the post. In this position, no-one could see her face to identify her. The door opened while he was fastening her other wrist. Jack glared at the man framed in the doorway. "This is a private room, go away." Colonel Binchy nodded, but gazed at the figure on the bed. "What some help?" "I can manage on my own." Jack picked up the discarded cat o'nine tails. "I'm going to teach this tart a lesson." Maria gave a muffled protest, which both men ignored. "Can I watch?" "No!" Jack shoved him back and closed the door. He could hear the Madam's voice outside, speaking suggestively to Binchy. "Let me up," Maria demanded. He moved to unfasten her wrists, but paused. The sense of being watched was strong. It was a feeling that had saved his life several times in the past. He looked around casually. The eyes in the painting gleamed. "We're being watched," he breathed, bending down to Maria. "We'll have to put on some sort of show for them." "Oh." Face down on the bed like that, she looked different. Her brown hair was a luxurious mass of curls that tumbled wildly. The dress had ridden up, revealing elegant ankles and calves that affected him more than full nakedness would have done. Her bottom was outlined by the thin silk of the dress, and begged him to caress it. The low neckline revealed the delicate skin of her neck and shoulders, an irresistible lure to his hands. He wanted to ravage her. He tried to decide what would satisfy the watchers, but which she would hate least. She had flinched when he touched her earlier, so he would try not to touch her again. "Now, my pretty, you will pay for your mischief," he said in a voice that sounded theatrical to his ears. He grabbed the laces at the back of the dress, and tore them ruthlessly. The dress gaped open, revealing the vulnerable skin of her back to the room. And to the gaze of whoever was watching from behind the painting. Jack picked up the cat o'nine tailed and flicked it in the air. God, he hoped he could do this right. "Brace yourself," he ordered, and swung it at her back. She yelped, but it was more from fright than pain. Thank god, this might work. Sometimes when an officer couldn't be bothered punishing a soldier himself, he would call in the blacksmith to whip him instead. Jack had plenty of practise at pulling his strokes. There was a faint flush of pink on Maria's back. He leaned down to whisper to her. "Make lots of noise, as if I'm really hurting you, but don't speak." She nodded. He stood back and swing the cat again. This time she gave a loud groan. Again. Another groan, even louder. Was he hurting her? Maria's back was tinted pink, but there were no whip marks. He swung again. He mistimed that one, and knew it hit harder than he had intended. She finched and moaned, and her hips jerked. The combination was so erotic he had to clench his teeth not to fall on top of her. He steadied his arm, swung again. The pink deepened, and her hips continued to move afterwards. How much was real? He swung again. His aim was off and one of the strands of the whip hit her side. She yelped and writhed. He couldn't resist checking for damage. He felt along her back. The skin, so soft, so enticing, was warm but not damaged. When he slid his hand along her ribs, he brushed the side of her breast. She jerked. He whipped his hand back. "More," she demanded. He couldn't believe his ears. "More what?" "More everything." He picked up the whip and flicked it across her back again. This time, even he could not mistake the sound she made as anything but arousal. He flicked again. She writhed against the bed, her dress riding up higher, revealing the line of her thighs. Again. This time she sobbed in response. "Please." He had no idea what to do, so he brushed the whip over her back again. Her hips jerked and she cried out. He leaned down to her. "I'm sorry." "Touch me, please." She fought against the restraints. He ran his hands over her back and she moaned. He slid them inside the dress and along her ribs. When he brushed the sides of her breast, she whimpered--and twisted to give him better access. He couldn't ignore that invitation. He pushed his hand all the way inside the ruined dress, and grasped the ripe fullness of her breast. The nipple stood out like a diamond. He wished he could see it, but was aware of the watchers who would also see it. She rubbed herself against him. He tightened his grip on her nipple and rolled it between his fingers. She was panting now, and writhing against the bed. "Please," she sobbed. He lowered himself over her, and pushed his other hand underneath, to hold her other breast. She pushed herself into his hands, and twisted so that her back was being caressed by the hair on his chest. He tightened his grasp and bent to kiss her neck. She made a high pitched noise which spurred him on. He nipped at her delicate ear. She stiffened dramatically and let out a loud wail. An unmistakable wail. He twisted to see her face. She was panting, her eyes were closed and a hectic flush rode her cheekbones. She was the very picture of a satiated female. Jack was as hard as a pike. He felt he could have hammered nails with his cock, and would have given everything he owned to fall on Maria and finish what they had started. But this was not the time or place. He allowed himself to rub against her once more, then moved back. "I'm going to take you home now. You stay there like a good little girl, and I'll settle up." He spoke in a loud voice, and reluctantly stood up. The pain in his balls nearly doubled him over, but he ignored it and grabbed his shirt. When he turned back, the watchers were gone. He released the bindings on Maria's wrists and helped her up. He tried not to look at where her gown gaped over her breasts. Those breast that he had felt. She pulled the dress up quickly. "I apologise for that," he said formally. He handed her the cloak, and they left without speaking. The Abbeyway Bulley Turns Following on from The Abbeyway Revenge - the bully Jennifer shows her true colors by kidnapping Hilary and subjecting Caroline to a series of evil, messy games. Will she win her lover back or suffer humiliation and the ultimate mess? ***** Hilary sighed. Jennifer was standing before her having mucked out all of her horses, cleaned her tack and done all of her chores. This was such a reversal for the girl who had previously been a bully and had abused Hilary. It had taken Hilary's friend and lover Caroline to trick her into a trap which had left them all tarred and feathered. The change had happened almost overnight, the newly bald Jennifer had apologized and seemed so eager to please her new mistress, her own phrase for Hilary. It seemed that she had been so humiliated and, in a strange and unexplained way, she had enjoyed it and it had touched a deeply suppressed nerve which had turned her from the ultimate bully to a pliable sub. This was all well and good, but it had an unfortunate side-effect, namely that Caroline had turned almost visibly green with envy. It was clear that Hilary should receive attention only from her and the giggling, submissive Jennifer was displaying all the symptoms of a crush on Caroline's girl. Hilary had tried to dissuade her, tell her that she was flattered but that she should look elsewhere, however nothing had seemed to work. Everytime that she pushed her away she seemed to bounce back like a puppy with puppy like affection in her eyes. Caroline had snapped. She had grabbed Jennifer and threatened her, she would have beaten her if Hilary had not stumbled across them in an empty stable and stepped between them. "Look, please..." Hilary had pleaded. "Stop this... Caroline I only have eyes for you. Jennifer, you are sweet but please stop." Hilary had expected tantrums, arguments but not what had come next. Caroline had wailed, bursting into floods of tears followed in quick succession by Jennifer. Hilary had hugged them in turn. "Look you are both lovely. But can we please get on together." She paused. "I like you Jennifer, but I love Caroline." The two girls had ran from the stable leaving Hilary standing alone. *** "Caroline..." Hilary grabbed her shoulder. "Wait!" Caroline stopped, turning slowly to face Hilary. "What's wrong?" Caroline smiled, grasping Hilary warmly. "You love me?" She beamed, wiping her eyes. "You really love me." Hilary nodded. "Just.." Caroline stuttered. "I love you too..." They embraced shuddering with shared joyful tears. From the shadows Jennifer watched. She 'liked' me. Jennifer snarled. Did she not see that she loved her? All she had done for her. She needed to be punished. So they liked to play messy games did they? Well it was time for one more game but this time to her own rules. *** Hilary walked towards the last stable block. It was late, she was lonely but had a warm bed and even warmer lover to return to, a smile played across her face. The stable doors were bolted firmly, the horses had buckets of water and hay nets. All was well, until. She paused one of the stable doors was slightly ajar, she stepped towards it with a sense of foreboding. The stable was empty, which in itself was odd, there should be a horse inside. She opened the door and stepped inside, there was a sudden movement and then darkness. *** Caroline had walked around the yard when Hilary had not come in, but had eventually decided that she must have gone to her own bed for the evening. She could not remember upsetting her, but... Eventually she slipped off to sleep. *** Caroline woke with a start, the bed beside her was cold and empty except for a note. A single sheet of paper, folded and lying on the empty pillow. She gingerly picked it up. I have your little bitch. If you want her back you will come to the barn at lunchtime. Caroline gasped. There was no signature but it was clear who had sent the note. The submissive worm had turned. *** Hilary opened her eyes slowly, she felt dizzy and sick, her head was sore and it was clear that she had been hit hard which had caused her to black out. She tried to move but found that she could not. She panicked for a moment, was she paralyzed? Then it became slowly clear, slowly the pieces fell into place, she felt the rough rope cutting into her wrists and ankles. More had been lashed around her body and around a post so that she was left standing and immobile. She started to look around, her eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness, she realized where she was but this seemed to be too much for Caroline to concoct so who had left her here. *** Time had rolled slowly while Caroline had mucked out and then taught lessons, but eventually it was lunchtime. She walked slowly to the barn and saw Jennifer standing outside. "You bitch!" Caroline flew at her. Jennifer laughed. "Stop it now you stupid cow!" She knocked Caroline back. "If you want your little friend back you had better do what I say." She smiled. "Come on inside." Jennifer pushed the barn door open, directing Caroline into the darkness. Caroline nervously stepped forward. "Oh no... I have not set any clever traps. This is different." Caroline looked up and saw Hilary trussed up in the distance, she made to run towards her. "Ah ah,..." Jennifer put a hand on her shoulder. "That would be a point to me..." "What?" Caroline stared at her. "You see, we are going to play some games for your little bitch. If." She paused. "Sorry, when I win. She will be mine and you will leave this yard." "What the hell?" Caroline pushed her aside. "Just piss off you stupid bitch." "Stop!" Caroline turned around. Jennifer was holding the controller for an electric fence unit. "She is wired up." Jennifer picked up a thin wire that led towards Hilary's trussed body. "She is enjoying a nice dildo and butt plug, if you try to get her free and I will switch this on and she will get a nasty surprise. You can watch her dance." "What the... You'll kill her." "Don't be stupid. It will hurt like hell but she will not be injured. But do you really want to be the one that hurts her?" Jenifer watched Caroline carefully. "I thought not. So let's play the game." "Okay..." Caroline shrugged. "Sorry HIlary. I will win this and kick her arse!" "Oh very good. but I think you will find that I will be winning and when I do I will have your arse tied next to your girlfriend and you can both share the electricity." Jennifer smiled. "Now, you seem to like messy play, so I think you will enjoy what I have in mind for you both." *** Jennifer lifted a thick blue tarpaulin revealing a collection of buckets, all of which had been covered with plastic bags, there were at least twenty buckets in total. "No wonder I could not find any water buckets." Caroline tutted. "Yeah, yeah... This is simple, you pick a bucket and pour it over yourself. Some are empty and others have stuff in." "Stuff?" "You will see..." Jennifer smiled. "After you. The cleanest one wins" "Hang on... You put these buckets out, you know what is in them, you are just going to pick empty buckets. How the hell is that fair?" Jennifer smiled. "Fair... I don't say this would be fair." "No!" Caroline snarled. "I don't agree with this mad shit, but I am doing it for Hilary. But I do want a fair choice, I will pick the buckets for you." "You do realize that I will pick nasty ones for you then?" "Yeah... But there is a chance that you will get messed up also. Not totally fair, but better than nothing." "Okay..." Jennifer smiled and grabbed a bucket. "Go on..." Caroline picked up a bucket and pulled the cover off. She smiled. Jennifer approached her and lifted her bucket, Caroline was hit with a slimy ooze which ran over her head and down her shoulders. "Custard?" Caroline tasted the yellow slime as it dripped off her chest. "Is that the best you can do?" "Messy... But I agree, I was being nice to you for starters." Caroline glanced into the bucket and smiled. "Okay... Here goes." Caroline tipped the bucket and the first of what looked like fifty shelled eggs started to pour across Jennifer's brown hair slicking it to her head. The yokes broke dripping gooey mess down the tip of her nose and across her polo shirt. Soon she was a shiny and yellow tinted mess standing in a puddle of scrambled eggs. She gasped and shook her head. "Lucky guess." She snarled before reaching down for a heavy bucket. "Take this bitch." Jennifer lifted the bucket and slammed it down onto Caroline's head. Her world went dark as a heavy mess engulfed her. She reached for the bucket which was jammed on her head, panicking to breath she forced it off and watched as thick white goo covered her features. Jennifer laughed. "Oh God mayo?" Caroline spat out globs of the thick gunge. "Oh I hate this..." She wiped her eyes leaving handfuls of mayo. She shrugged before wiping her hands on the seat of her once black jodhpurs. She paused grabbing another bucket. "Okay... Here goes." She flung the bucket at Jennifer. A spray of water hit her body washing some of the eggs from her. "Thank you..." She smiled. "Helping me get clean now? Well I can assure you that I will not do the same for you." She grabbed a bucket. "Sit down." "Piss off..." Caroline spat. "Oh dear, diddums... Do you want to see Hil's dance?" She picked up the controller. "No!" Caroline sat down on a hay bale. "Please don't hurt her." "Perhaps if you were to kneel down and beg to me?" Caroline paused for a moment staring at HIlary, she knelt down. "Please, please don't hurt her. I love her..." "Oh shut up! Beg all you like... She is mine now!" Jennifer poured the bucket and Caroline was hit with a flow of golden syrup. The heavy liquid ran in rivulets down her face and seeped into her blouse. She shuddered as the syrup engulfed her, it's warmth seeping into her bra and coating her rapidly hardening nipples. She gasped, no she must not enjoy this! But her body was defying her as the mess coated her body. She looked up at Hilary who she could swear was smiling. She snapped out of her trance and grabbed a bucket. Removing the lid she pulled open the front of Jennifer's jodhpurs and poured the contents into the tight trousers. Jennifer squirmed and fought but was prevented from movement as Caroline grabbed her pony tail. Caroline could see from Jennifer's reaction that the contents of the bucket were cold, melted ice cream in fact. Her panties were soon full, so Caroline started to massage the chilly paste down her legs and into her sex. She dropped the bucket leaving Jennifer falling to her knees. Seeing her chance she grabbed another bucket and grabbed it. She glanced at the contents. "Oh yes!" Caroline pulled out the seat of Jennifer's jods and poured the bucket of baked beans onto her bum until the lycra bulged with dribbles of red juice showing. Caroline grabbed her shoulders and slammed her down. The beans forced their way into every knook and cranney joining the ice cream. Jennifer squirmed. It was a minute or two before Jennifer stood up and silently selected two buckets. "Okay bitch, you want to play that game do you?" She stepped towards Caroline ripping her blouse open, the buttons pinging in every direction. Jennifer tipped the bucket and a stinking slime hit Caroline's chest, she recoiled as the lumps of cat food covered her. She had never played with something so smelly and recoiled at the fishy stink. Jennifer stepped back, smiling. "Wow, now you stink like your girlfriend." Caroline leaped forward. "Now now..." She stopped as Jennifer fingered the controller. "Now bucket two." She pulled open Caroline's jodhpurs. "Just returning the favor. Hot for cold." Caroline was confused as Jennifer poured in a thick red liquid into her pants and started to rub it in. It was a second or two before she realized what had happened as a burning heat surged through her loins. She yelped as Jennifer grabbed the back of her pants and wedgied her ensuring the bucket of chili sauce reached every sensitive part of her anatomy. Caroline was in agony, writing on the floor as the chili burned her sex. "Oh god!" She looked up. "Please..." Jennifer laughed. "Hot stuff eh?" She smiled. "This will help." She grabbed a bucket and poured it into Caroline's jodhpurs. Caroline's face fell as itching joined the burning in her groin. "Oh... Whoops, some of your own itching powder. Well it will take your mind off the chili!" "Oh you bitch..." Caroline writhed and squirmed pulling off her jodhpurs. Jennifer saw her chance and poured two more buckets over Caroline as she lay on the floor, first a flood of blue paint followed by a contrasting red. Caroline slowly stood up, thick gloss dripping from her body. "Well, you are messier than me..." Jennifer smiled. "I win the first game..." "Fuck you!" Caroline snarled. "Boo hoo!" Jennifer laughed. "Look best of three." *** Jennifer walked Caroline. "You ready for the next game?" She smiled. "Remember when I win this one you will be mine, just like your girly friend." "Screw you!" Jennifer laughed and led Caroline over to a deep paddling pool. Caroline gasped. "Oh I see you recognize this?" She smiled. "You dropped me in this pool last week when it was filled with tar. I won't be that nasty to you, yet." She smiled. "But you will get good and sticky." Caroline stared at what looked like a three foot deep pool of marshmallow fluff. "How the hell do you even do this?" "Oh wouldn't you like to know..." Jennifer smiled. "Let's just say I have emptied the bank accounts of every yard I have worked at and when I have got you trapped I will do the same here, take everything of yours and set you both up so that the police arrest you for my crimes." "What the hell?" "I will make sure I totally destroy you both when I win." She paused picking up a rope which was lying across the fluff. "This is a simple tug of war. You against me. Loser ends up in the fluff." Caroline shrugged and walked over to the far side of the pool. She grabbed the end of the rope and started to tension as Jennifer took up the strain. "I will take you down you smug bitch!" "Whatever." She braced herself. "One... Two..." She started to pull quickly causing Caroline to lose her footing. She struggled for a moment before bracing again, swearing under her breath. Soon the two were evenly matched pulling against each other. Caroline smiled as she felt Jennifer slipping, but soon they were matched again, Caroline relaxed for a moment and as she did Jennifer yanked the rope. Caroline staggered forward, she was soon taking the tension again. "Good try bitch!" Caroline suddenly stopped as she felt her feet slipping. She looked down and saw that the floor had been smeared with thick grease. "Shit!" She struggled and tried desperately to get a footing but found it was impossible. She yelled out as she felt her legs hit the side of the pool, she was catapulted into the pool, landing heavily in the gooey fluff. Caroline quickly sank into the deep, gluey fluff. She struggled, slipping and sliding in the mess trying to break free of the surface. Eventually she was able to stand up, struggling to breath. Looking down at her body she saw she was coated in stringy fluff which hung off her body like glue. She could not see, but could hear Jennifer laughing at the side of the pool. "I win... I win... You are mine bitch!" "Wait..." Caroline spluttered. "You cheated." Jennifer snorted. "And?" "But..." Caroline waded slowly through the fluff. "Look... Your last game..." "What about it?" "Double or quits?" Caroline stuttered. "Look I can't let you have Hilary I would do anything to stop you hurting her." "Double what?" "Double whatever you want... Let her free, let me try to win her freedom for mine and you can do whatever you like to me if I do lose." "Anything?" Jennifer laughed. "Oh that is tempting. And I will win... Again!" *** Caroline struggled from the grip of the sticky marshmallow fluff, she slumped over the edge of the pool and onto the floor before slithering to her feet. She followed Jennifer towards two deep barrels, she looked up and saw that there was a bucket hanging on a rig above each barrel. Jennifer smiled and pointed towards the barrels. "The final game. You step into the barrel which is half filled with expanding foam, the catalyst is above your head, the foam will not expand until the catalyst is added but once it does it will expand massively and fill the barrel and of course trap you in there pretty much permanently. The winner is the one to get out of their barrel before the other person your prize is to tip the bucket and watch their fate." She paused. "Your fate, I should say." "You seem very sure that you will win." Caroline sneered. "Because, bitch. I am better than you." She stepped towards one of the barrels. "I will have this one." "No!" Caroline pushed her back. "You have the other one..." Jennifer stuttered and swore but Caroline knocked her off her feet and climbed into the barrel. "No!" Jennifer yelled. "I won't play... I want that one..." "Okay, you don't play. I win by default." "Fuck!" Jennifer stared at the barrel before slowly climbing inside. The liquid was up to her knees, she glanced up and saw the bucket above her head. "Okay... On the count of three." Jennifer paused. "One... Two..." She started climbing, struggling to lift herself from the barrel but was struggling. Caroline easily grabbed the rim of the barrel lifting herself up, swinging her leg over the edge and onto the floor below while Jennifer was still trying to get out. Caroline looked at her barrel and saw that the edge had been liberally smeared with black grease. "Oh dear..." Caroline smiled. "Was this supposed to be my barrel?" She laughed. "What's up? Can't get out?" Jennifer sighed. She looked up at the bucket. "Now I could be very nice to you and not tip that up." "Why?" Jennifer snorted. "I would have done it to you in a heartbeat. I still won you know..." Caroline smiled. "Yeah... So will I." She reached up and pulled the rope attached to the bucket. It slowly tipped pouring the clear catalyst fluid into the barrel. The foam started to react rapidly until it was soon pouring over the edge of the barrel. Jennifer was soon trapped up to her neck as the foam set solidly. Caroline reached down into the pool of marshmallow fluff and smeared a generous handful over Jennifer's hair and face. Caroline walked away from the barrel, she could hear Jennifer swearing and cursing in the background. Caroline stepped towards Hilary and gently released her gag. "Oh are you okay?" "Better now!" She rubbed her wrists as Caroline started to untie her, soon she was standing in a pile of loose rope. "Well done for winning!" She smiled before embracing Caroline and kissing her deeply. "Oh you are all sticky!" She giggled, whispering in her ear "And I am sure it is not just the fluff!" Well you have saved me from the evil Jennifer and so now you can claim your prize" She stepped back. "Oh dear, you have got mess on my clothes?" She frowned. "Oh well..." She started a slow and sensual striptease, peeling off her jodhpurs and blouse before standing before Caroline in her pretty pink bra and g-string. "Do you think she wanted me?" Hilary gestured towards Jennifer. "I don't care what the hell she thought!" Caroline snarled. Hilary laughed. "Calm down, she won't get anyone now... That foam is impossible to remove." Hilary laughed. "But I guess she knew that when she set you up to be covered in it..." Hilary grabbed Caroline and started to pull at her fluff covered clothes. Soon she was naked before her. Hilary gently caressed her nipples, before nibbling and sucking. Caroline moaned and writhed. "You see Jennifer, this is something you will never get!" Hilary pushed Caroline back until she was standing beside the pool full of sticky fluff. "Shall we give her a show?" Hilary whispered, stepping into the white ooze, which took her to her knees. Caroline stepped in also and they faced each other. Hilary pulled off her bra and panties and stood naked before her. The Abbeyway Bulley Turns Caroline lunged towards Hilary, they both fell into the fluff, sinking as they wrestled. Soon there were two white statues wrestling in the all embracing goo. Hilary pushed Caroline down onto the inflatable side of the pool, her upper body lying out of the fluff. She knelt before her and started to suck at her sex, quickly Caroline shuddered and succumb to Hilary's attention, racked with a powerful orgasm. The two women slumped in the fluff, lying in each others arms. *** It had taken hours under a hot shower to wash off the fluff, not least as the two women had spent so much time caressing and playing in the stream of hot water. Eventually they had slumped into bed and slept for hours. The next morning they had gone back to the barn, unsure how they would release Jennifer, Hilary gasped with shock when she walked in to see that the barrel was empty, surrounded by pieces of set foam. There was a note addressed to them both: Dear Hilary and Caroline, Thank you so much, the rumors of you being the ultimate wammers were true. I knew I had to have a session with you and you did not disappoint, sorry but I didn't think you would truly deliver unless I gave you a good reason to properly mess me up so sorry for lying to you. As much as I would love to spend time with Hilary (or both of you...) I have to go back to my partner, especially as she is the one who has set me free and will help me clean off this evil foam. I do hope our paths cross again in the future, in fact I don't think I will be able to stay away. With all my love Jennifer. Caroline shrugged "Why did she not just say?" Hilary smiled. "Oh, you are always at your best when you are crossed. My jealous little lover. She just found out what would get you being creative. You are such a simple creature!" Caroline gasped. "What! Who are you calling simple..." She saw Hilary laughing. "Okay... sorry." She smiled. Hilary walked over towards the remaining barrel. "I bet it is hard to get this foam off..." She had a far away look in her eyes. "You think do you?" Caroline snarled. "Get in the barrel." "What?" Hilary smiled. "You missed out on the risk of being foamed. Get in the barrel." "Look this is pretty full on..." Hilary saw Caroline approach. "Okay but I guess Jennifer got out." She climbed up the bales beside the barrel and jumped into the heavy goo at the bottom. She looked up and toyed with the rope. "So do you want to pull the rope or should I?" "I will..." Caroline leapt up and fluidly splashed into the barrel next to Hilary. It was a tight fit and their bodies were pushed together. "No..." Caroline grabbed the rope and the catalyst dumped into the barrel. The foam rapidly engulfed them pushing them into each others bodies. Movement was almost impossible, so they were held on the brink of orgasmic fun by the solid mass. "Caroline..." Hilary whispered. "How the hell do we get out of this?" Caroline sighed. "Oh... I didn't think of that..." "This is another fine mess you have gotten me into..." Caroline laughed. The Abbeyway Prank Hilary and Caroline were both riding instructors at the Abbeyway Equestrian Centre. Hilary was twenty-two, tall, slim and well built drawing admiring glances from male visitors to the stables. Her piercing blue eyes and almost model features were matched with a body honed by hours of hard work, mucking-out, riding and working with horses. Caroline was almost her opposite, twenty and tom-boyish, she had scruffy brunette hair, brown eyes and a wicked sense of humor. Most of the staff and clients of the centre adored the two instructors, however it was not as much as they adored each other. After gentle overtures they had become very close friends and then even closer lovers, bound both by a love for each other and an equal love of WAM. The two girls loved to play messy! What had started as an accidental introduction, a fight between them which had ended with Caroline tipping a bucket of thick, gooey molasses over Hilary's head. Instead of a roar of anger which Caroline had expected Hilary had gone quiet as the warm ooze had engulfed her and dripped down her shirt. There was something about the embrace of the black liquid as it had seeped into her sports bra and down her stomach which made her want more. She had been shocked, unsure why this humiliating action had turned her on so much. Hilary had shuddered and without thinking given Caroline a sticky kiss, she was even more shocked when Caroline had gladly reciprocated. Over a late night cup of coffee the following night she had said that she wasn't into girls, and that this was madness. Caroline had just stood up and busied herself in the kitchen. Hilary had sat miffed that her friend had stepped away mid-sentence until she returned and, without warning slapped a custard tart into her shocked face. Hilary had squeaked in shock. Caroline stood grinning and started to pour chocolate sauce into her bra before rubbing it in well. Her proud nipples gave away the fact that she was more than enjoying the experience, she had taken a pie and pushed it tentatively into Caroline's face. She watched as she had arched her back and moaned in abject pleasure. This small food fight lead to a shared enlightening and the start of a glorious affair between them. Hilary had succumbed to Caroline's nimble tongue deftly sucking and licking at her chocolate covered clit before being overtaken by a series of toe-curling orgasms'. But that had been sometime ago, Caroline stood leaning on a broom wandering what had happened, it seemed that, after months of shared messy play and the most glorious sex, they had begun to get on each other's nerves. As lovers life was a dream, in real life they were a typical odd couple. Around her the yard was busy, grooms were tacking up horses and sweeping down the concrete. Hilary was nowhere to be seen, in fact she had been missing for some days. She had been working - teaching riding lessons, mucking out with the other girls but at the end of the day she had been disappearing. Caroline guessed that it must be over. She sighed, she should be stoic, she had been able to have some wonderful times and she guessed that it is better to have loved and lost. *** Hilary was similarly thinking that their love life had become prematurely stale. They had played, and enjoyed dribbles of custard, a bit of mud but she knew that her lover wanted more. She had dreamed of the ultimate wamming, being so totally messed up. Hilary smiled as she thought of the far away look when she had discussed her wam fantasies. Caroline wanted everything, the more the better, the messier... But this was not easy, how could she introduce this new level of wamming? The solution had hit Hilary some weeks before, she had read a story about a prank, and a delicious warmness had hit her, in fact she had almost cum right there and then. The story had involved the setting up of a clever trap where the victim would become messed up in a variety of ways. Hilary had read the story time after time, dreaming of watching Caroline becoming trapped and messy before her. Of course Hilary was not an expert in traps, the idea was great on paper, but it was impossible for her to set up. She had sighed, shrugged her shoulders and thought no more of it, until one night at the local pub she happened to mention the idea to Simon, a local farmer. He had smiled, loving the idea of a messy trap and had started to doodle ideas on scraps of paper. Hilary had smiled, this could happen. She rubbed her hands in glee. *** In the end it had taken a lot longer to set up the trap than Hilary had imagined, she had spent nights in the barn watching Simon install bars, pulleys and buckets in a collection of equipment which seemed to be mad and highly complex. In fact the trap was so much more than Hilary had expected, it had been taken to a new level with Simon. He had welded and hammered with glee, hiding a few special surprises within the mechanism. It was a late August night when the trap was ready to be set. Hilary had saved every penny she had and Simon had added more messy ingredients. Finally the time was right, Hilary stood with Simon and asked how it all worked. "Well!" He smiled pointing up to the barn door. "Above here is the bucket of itching powder you wanted." Hilary smiled, she had loved the evil nature of this in the original story. "Okay, that will drop on her as she walks in..." "Then the glue." He pointed to two large tubs which were balanced above their heads. "When she hits the trip wire the glue will drop onto her." He paused. "Then the slip and slide." This was a length of plastic sheeting, normally used to wrap silage bales, coated with a thick layer of grease and oil. It was angled slightly downwards and Hilary thought of Caroline picking up speed as she approached the second trip wire which would drop her face first into the porridge pool. Built from straw bales with a tarpaulin liner, this was a deep pool of thick porridge oats which Hilary had taken days to prepare. The surface was pristine, but not for long. "Lots of lovely porridge..." Hilary resisted the temptation to jump in now. "Yes, when she gets out of there, she will stagger towards the see-saw." Hilary looked and saw the huge see-saw, the idea was that the gooey Caroline would step onto this which would catapult a bin full of molasses onto her head via a series of pulleys and leavers. "Finally, the plunge pit. She hits the final trip wire, lands in the pit and..." Simon smiled. "Well, let's just say there is an extra surprise ending for her." Hilary grinned. "Thank you so much." She spent a moment thanking Simon and watched as he carefully left the barn. She looked at the trap in its full glory, she would stand at the end and watch Caroline as she progressed through the messy humiliation, knowing that she would be having the time of her life! *** Caroline's day dream was shattered by the ringing of her mobile phone. She saw it was Hilary and smiled. "Hello stranger, where have you been?" She listened for a moment. "Come to the barn on Simon's farm? Okay?" Caroline had no idea what was going on, Hilary had been acting strange for sometime but curiosity made her walk towards the farm gate at the edge of the stables and purposefully towards the barn. *** Hilary was having last minute doubts. This could be too much to do to Caroline, what if she hated it... She left her vantage point and walked carefully towards the door. She would stop Caroline before she arrived, it would be for the best. She froze as she heard Caroline calling her name. "Hilary? Where are you?" Hilary gasped as she realised what was happened, the barn door shook and started to move slowly, there was nowhere she could go she was standing directly under the itching powder and... "Hilary?" Caroline was suddenly standing in the open doorway. Her next words were lost as the bucket clanked and the contents tipped onto both of the women standing there. "What the!" Hilary yelped as the powder started to act, Caroline was tearing at her hair and clothes, struggling wildly she pulled off her polo-shirt exposing her black sports bra. Hilary tried to stop her but it was too late, she heard the snapping of fishing line and looked up just in time to be hit by a wave of glue. Simon had laughed when Hilary had wanted glue, but had just happened to have a barrel of industrial adhesive left in another barn. He had split the barrel between two large tubs and that had just poured over the two unsuspecting wammers. Caroline spluttered and gasped as she was covered from head to toe in sticky glue, her jodhpurs and riding boots thickly coated. Reaching out she grabbed Hilary and stuck fast. Hilary toppled and started to slide, it was impossible for Caroline to resist as she was stuck to her lover and the hurtled down the slippery plastic ramp. They both hit the rope at the bottom and landed with a splat in the deep porridge. The porridge was warm and gooey, Hilary and Caroline flailed about until they had both surfaced. The glue was less sticky now that it had been covered in sludge. "What on earth is this!" Caroline smiled. "Sorry, this was supposed to be all for you..." Hilary shrugged. Caroline giggled and grabbed Hilary pushing her into the porridge. They wrestled until they were both naked with sticky, gooey clothes flung around the barn. Caroline took care to rub the thick porridge into Hilary's chest before kissing her deeply. They caressed and rolled in the gooey messy pool. Caroline pushed Hilary down where she lapped hungrily at Caroline's pussy, her knees giving way as she came, collapsing together, sinking in the oats. "Wow..." I suppose we should get out. Caroline smiled after almost an hour spent in the pool. She took Hilary's hand and they stepped out onto the bales, the floor dropped beneath them and they were engulfed in gooey molasses. Caroline grabbed Hilary in the stream of black ooze and kissed her, caressing her naked, sticky body. "Oh dear, I am all sticky..." Hilary smiled coyly. "I know and it is not all just the molasses and glue, you naughty girl!" Caroline laughed. "Right what else?" She stepped off the see saw and they both stood in an empty area. "Okay..." She slowly stepped forward, there was a sudden click and a trap door opened above her, there was a shriek and a sudden cloud of white. When the dust cleared it was obvious that Caroline had been hit by a massive pile of flour which had engulfed her and covered every inch of her body. She was a white statue. Hilary laughed earning a huge handful of flour which was flung in her direction. "This time, you go first." Caroline pushed Hilary forward. She was not sure about any part of the trap now, she knew there was a pit, but Simon had not told her anything or let her see what was beyond. She edged forward, arm in arm with Caroline. As she approached the back of the barn there was a loud rumbling from above, like some sort of machine. The two looked at each other. They walked on and Hilary suddenly stopped them both, in the half light they were standing at the edge of a deep pit built out of bales and tarpaulin. "Ha!" Caroline laughed. "You expected me just to fall in to that did you?" Her laughter was cut short as she heard a noise behind her, she turned to see a large straw bale swinging towards them. The bale hit them both and knocked them into the pit below.They landed on a soft bed of plastic cushioned beneath by straw. "Ah..." Caroline grabbed Hilary. "A love pit... I like how you work!" Unbeknownst to them, above their heads the sound of machinery was in fact two cement mixers, their tipping mechanisms linked to the bale swing. A weight dropped and slowly the two mixers started to tip. The two women were obvious as they were engaged in a full on sixty-nine as the flow of gray sludge hit them. The orgasms hit them both as they were engulfed and were trapped in position as the mixture rapidly set. *** Simon eventually set them free. He had been carefully monitoring the women to make sure they could breath, although they seemed to be doing much more than that! He had released the bales and cut away the solid alginate. They both hugged him. Caroline looked deeply into Hilary's eyes. "You did that for me?" "All for you, lover." She could not help but blush. "Thank you..." She smiled. "Thank you so much." Turning to Simon. "And next time, I am working with you to get her and... Quick drying cement please..."