TnM 3 - On Holiday

[Naughtynat]

A cold January rain was teeming down. Combined with the lightening it was making driving very difficult. Tash was lost. So much for lovely holiday weather, she thought. Why did we come at this time of year anyway, I’ll be sure to ask Mike when I finally find the place. She could have sworn she had driven past the same chateau at least three times now. It’s not like there was much out here in the wilderness of Northern France to mistake it for anyway. That’s it, she decided, I’m going in there to find out where I am. I’m sure most French people speak English.
With that in mind, Tash drove up to the huge cast-iron gates. She climbed out and rang the bell next to them. A few moments later the gate eased open. Already with her white T-shirt soaked through, she got back into the car and travelled up the gravel drive to the front door. Before she could get out again the door had opened and a snooty but not unattractive blonde woman was filling it.
‘Problem, Madame?’
‘Er… yes. Oui!’
‘Ah, ton Anglais. What is the matter?’ she asked, amiably.
‘Moin auto—‘
‘Please, Madame, I speak reasonable English.’
‘I’m lost,’ said Tash. ‘Where am I?’
‘You look soaked. Please, Madame, come in and we will get you dried off.’
‘Thank-you. Merci.’
Once inside, Tash had chance to take in her surroundings while the French lady went off, presumably to fetch towels. She found herself in a wonderfully decorative room. A stained wood floor was covered in part by a patterned rug, at the far end where the woman had left. Closer to her, a great oak table was covered by a plain white sheet. Underneath it, she could make out various shapes and peaks which seemed to suggest food. Perhaps her host had been planning a banquet for someone. Tash hoped she wasn’t intruding too much.
Her thoughts were cut-off by the woman’s return. She entered with a towel in one hand and a polite smile on her cute-looking face.
‘If you go through that door and up the stairs there should be a bathroom right ahead of you,’ she said. ‘You can have a shower and warm yourself.’
‘Will it be ok?’ replied Tash. ‘I mean, is there nobody else here?’
‘Oh, do not worry. The maid has long retired to her quarters. It is past ten, Madame. And please, call me Emlie’
‘Maid,’ mumbled Tash to herself. ‘OK. Thanks a lot, Merci baecoup.’
‘Do not worry. I will leave a fresh set of clothes outside the door. I am sure you will repay me in time.’
Slightly confused by the last remark, Tash headed upstairs to the bathroom. Sure enough, she found the shower and undressed. She threw her clothes on the floor and left them but put her underwear out to dry – Emilie had promised her a clean set of clothes. But what had she meant by “repay me in time,” she wondered. These thoughts were quickly forgotten as she stepped into the steaming shower. She hadn’t realised how cold it was until she reached the bathroom but now she felt snug and warm. She didn’t want to get out but eventually, after about twenty minutes, she did.
Tash wrapped the towel around herself and stepped onto the landing. Neatly folded on the floor was a classical French maid’s outfit. Surely some mistake, thought Tash, but there it was, in all its stockinged, frilly glory. She could hardly go down as she was to ask Emilie about it so she decided – after much consideration – that she would put it on and then speak to her.
Having stepped back into the bathroom, she pulled on her white Satin panties and slid the stockings up her soft, smooth thighs. Next, she hooked her matching bra over her shoulders and clipped it fast, covering her breasts. Finally, she wriggled into the skimpy outfit. It was rather tight and left very little to the imagination – if she bent over, someone behind her would get a full view of her peachy ass - but despite that, it did fit.
She went back into the room she’d come into originally and waited for Emilie to return. Her eyes were again drawn to the table of food. The cloth had been removed and there was a lot of food for just two women. Was someone else here too, she wondered. Come to think of it, almost the entire “meal” consisted of sweets. Everything from French tortes to Rice Pudding was there. There was honey, syrup, even whipped cream. Strage people the French, thought Tash, but at least they’re friendly.
‘Ah, I see you found your outfit,’ said Emilie on her return. ‘I trust it fits well?’
‘You intended for me to wear this?’
‘Is there a problem, Madame?’
‘It’s not exactly normal attire!’
‘Yes, but this is not a normal house. You are here to serve me.’
‘What?’ shouted Tash.
‘My hospitality is not free, Madame. You will repay me but do not worry. You may find the experience enjoyable. I know I will.’
‘What are you talking about?’ demanded Tash. ‘This must be a joke.’
‘No joke, Madame. All I ask is that you honour my dinner invitation.
Tash couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Moreover, she couldn’t believe what she was wearing!
‘Wearing this?’ she asked.
‘Yes.’
Tash looked blankly at Emilie’s perfectly straight face, unable to think of anything else to say for a moment. She clearly wasn’t joking.
‘Ok. What are we eating?’
‘You,’ replied the blonde.
‘Excuse me?’
Two girls burst in wearing outfits identical to Tash’s own. Before she could react, her hands were being restrained by the newcomers. Despite their petite appearance, they were both strong and Tash found herself unable to break their grip. The deeply-tanned, black-haired girl on her right was almost hurting her, in fact.
‘What the hell is goi—‘
‘We will dine shortly,’ Emilie cut-in. ‘But I’m afraid you must be restrained.’
With that, the two maids forced Tash into a chair. The brown-haired one strapped her in while the blonde disappeared through a door. Emilie, meanwhine, had moved behind Tash and begun to finger her hair as the remaining maid stood to attention beside the chair.
‘Such a pretty thing. Why do you struggle?’
‘What are you doing?’ snapped Tash.
‘Do no worry, ah, what did you say your name was?’
‘Tash. Let me go!’
‘Natasha, when Megane returns we will have a feast… on you.’
‘If it’s on me, why do I need to be tied?’
‘I don’t think you understand what I mean by “on you”.’
‘Explain then,’ asid Tash, as coldly as she could manage.
‘Well, surely you have noticed, Madame, that the food here is, how you say… messy, no?’
‘Not something you could sink your teeth into, I guess, no, why?’
‘Think about it.’
Suddenly Tash had a realisation. Just a few weeks earlier, she’d been set-up on her birthday by Mike. How had she not seen this coming? He’d booked this holiday for her in the first place and said he would meet her at the hotel in Brittany. He probably set this up and gave her false directions too. Great, she thought, just great.
‘Where is he?’ she asked.
‘Mike will be along later, do not worry.’
Megane returned carrying something. Tash strained to turn and see what it was. Her eyes were met by a wooden pillory.
‘Oh God,’ she moaned. ‘Was this his idea too?’
‘No, Madame. This was mine. We have a whole dungeon in the cellar. This is something of a hobby of mine.’
‘Covering girls in food is your hobby?’
‘But of course. Michael told me you liked it too, thought I prefer it when you struggle,’ said Emilie, with just the subtlest hint of a wink.
‘Megane, Natalie: escort Miss Natasha to her position.’
The two scantily-clad maids un-fastened Tash from the chair half dragged her to the wooden contraption. She wriggled and struggled as much as she could but Tash was unable to escape. Natalie, the black haired one, held Tash while Megane lifted the upper half of the pillory. She eased Tash’s head and arms into place while Natalie brought the top half back down. She fastened the thing up then gave Tash’s ass a little slap before taking her position by the stocks, opposite Megane.
Tash felt ridiculous. She was fully aware that her white panties were on full show to Emilie, who stood directly behind her, admiring the view. Her cleavage was obscured by the wood, otherwise that would have been clearly visible too. Worst of all, there was nothing she could do about it – she hated to not be in control of things.
‘Let us begin,’ said the host. ‘We will start with a simple pie.’
As if rehearsed, Megane picked up a cream pie from the table and knelt before Tash. She then placed the pie squarely into Tash’s face, giving it a little twist to ensure that all the cream was out. Finally, she put the tray where it had come from, leaving Tash with a blinding face full of thick, white cream.
‘Please step out of your shoes, Madame,’ said Emilie, not giving Tash any time to recover.
Tash, still reeling from the pie and unable to see, stepped out of her little black shoes as instructed. The dark skinned Natalie bent down and was spanked by Emilie, who couldn’t resist her perfect little ass, as she did so. She filled the shoes with thick Strawberry yoghurt and placed them closer to Tash’s feet and stood back in position.
‘You may put them back on,’ said Emilie.
‘I’d love to,’ replied Tash. ‘But I can’t see.’
Emilie made a signal and Natalie wiped a little cream out of Tash’s eyes.
‘Thank you,’ she said as she placed her feet back into the shoes. A shiver jolted her spine as she plunged her toes deep into the thick, sticky liquid. She inadvertently wriggled her toes from the shock, allowing yoghurt to ooze between her toes. She was used to the feeling in a way but it still came as a surprise just how thick the stuff was as it made its way all over her feet, surrounding them.
Emilie signalled to Megane who then proceeded to pick up a lemon torte from the table. She walked over to Tash and splatted the desert straight on to her cute little butt. Having allowed the mess to adhere itself to Tash, she removed the plate it had been on and walked back into her place beside the stocks. The cold, clammy substance clung to her ass and again, gave her quite a chill. She shuddered slightly but, realising her ordeal wasn’t over, steeled herself for whatever was next.
It was Emilie’s turn to get in on the action now. She picks up a can of whipped cream from the table and moves back towards the prone body of Tash. She struts over to her and lifts what little material there is completely away from Tash’s ass. Next, she pulls the elastic of her panties away and aims the nozzle inside. Tash lets out a squeal as the chilled cream hits her skin. It quickly fills up the back of her panties just as the can empties. With a satisfied grin on her face, Emilie steps away from Tash but not before patting her bum, sending a few blobs of cream flying into the air and down the back of Tash’s legs.
With no end in sight, Tash had now resigned herself to her fate and braced herself for the next attack. Natalie stepped up to the table and picked up jug of thick, yellow custard. Stepping back over to Tash, she manoeuvred herself underneath her. With one hand, Natalie held Tash’s outfit out of the way whilst pulling back the elastic of her panties. She then emptied the contents of the jug in the front of them. Unfortunately for Natalie, the gravity of the situation meant that a lot of the custard fell right on to her outstretched knee. However, the majority of it stayed in Tash’s underwear or at least ran down the front of her legs.
Emilie did not look impressed. She signalled for Natalie, who was looking rather worried, to come over to her.
‘Bend over,’ she commanded.
Natalie did so, reluctantly. Emilie picked up a cream pie from the table and brought it over to where Natalie stood. Megane, again, as if she’d been trained, put a chair next to Natalie and then stood aside. The blonde host placed the pie on the chair and then spanked Natalie’s perfect ass.
‘You’ve been very bad,’ she said. ‘Now sit down.’
Natalie did as she was told and sat down onto the cream pie. She remained silent as the soft cream came into contact with her shapely cheeks. Biting her lip, she eased herself down on top of it, forcing cream between her thighs and over the chair’s surface. She stood up again and put the chair back where it had come from.
‘Sorry, mistress,’ she said then took her position once more.
Meanwhile, Tash was unsuccessfully straining to see what was going on behind her. She didn’t have to wait long before the attention was back on her. Megane crept in front of her with a tin of rice pudding in one hand. With one swift movement she was on her knees in front of Tash, holding the top of her dress away from her chest. She quickly tipped the contents of the tin inside Tash’s heaving bra and gave her breasts a quick rub to make sure she’d felt.
She certainly had. Tash was feeling a little flustered by now. She still felt stupid but it was difficult not to be at least a little aroused by the different sensations currently affecting her body. Her toes were surrounded by satisfyingly slurpy yoghurt, her private parts were encased in thick custard which rubbed against her when she moved. Finally, her breasts were now coated in lumpy rice pudding which also rubbed against her soft skin. She was also wondering when Mike would turn up.
‘This will be the last part of your ordeal,’ said Emilie. ‘I hope you have enjoyed it as much as I did. For the last trick, you will be allowed to exact your revenge on my two servants.’
Natalie and Megane unlocked the pillory and allowed the dishevelled body of Tash to get out. The two of them stood there while Tash gathered herself. She looked at the table and contemplated her ammunition.
‘You may choose one item per servant.’
‘Ok, well I’m going to take that stuff first,’ said Tash, pointing. ‘Is it porridge or something?’
Emilie nodded. Tash picked up the bowl, which was filled to the brim with thick porridge. She made her way over to Megane and lifted the bowl to neck height. Having grabbed the collar of the maid’s outfit, she tipped the bowl inside, porridge splattering all over her ample chest. Some nestled between her boobs, creating a little pool, but the majority of the porridge ran down her tummy and out through the bottom of her dress, finally splattering on the floor. Throughout this, Megane had remained perfectly still but her face kept twitching, as if she was trying to avoid showing her mood. Emilie clearly had her maid’s well trained.
Tash was interrupted before she could choose her next act of retribution. Mike had just entered through the door and had a huge grin on his face.
‘I see you’ve been having fun,’ he said. ‘Do go on, don’t let me stop you.’
‘I knew it! I knew you’d be here somewhere,’ replied Tash.
‘Please, Madame, finish off Natalie, I’m sure she is eager for your… punishment.’
After giving Mike a sly look, Tash went back over to the table, the feeling of custard rubbing against her sensitive parts slowing her slightly. She picked up a huge bottle of maple syrup and waddled back across to the black-haired maid. She lifted the bottle above the front of Natalie’s black thong and pulled it away from her skin, enough to fit the top of the bottle in. Then she squeezed it until the brown liquid was running down her legs, unable to fit inside. Going behind her, Tash does the same to the back of her thong and then gives her fine ass a slap for good measure. Finally, she moves in front of Natalie and empties the remainder of the syrup over her impressive breasts, making them glisten seductively in the light.
‘I never thought it would be this good,’ exclaimed Mike.
‘You missed me though.’
‘Oh, did I?’
‘Didn’t you?’ asked Tash, somewhat confused by the tone of Mike’s voice.
‘I’ve been working the camera from another room.’
‘What?’
‘I got in touch with Emilie here through a forum. She’s a WAM photographer and agreed to let me use her facilities. It was too good of an opportunity to pass up. Hey, don’t worry though, this is strictly private. Nobody outside of this room will ever see the video.’
‘You must be joking.’
‘Nope. I came in here to get a few close-up shots of the finale and to get myself in on the action a little, of course.’
With that, he picked up a trifle from the table and dumped the whole thing over Tash’s head. He observed the results with his camera for a few seconds before turning it off and giving Tash a huge hug. He didn’t notice that she’d picked up the half-dozen box of eggs from the edge of the table and was now holding them above his head. He gasped audibly as the runny yellow mess of six eggs slithered down his face. Tash walked away to go clean up again with a smug grin on her face, leaving Mike to do the same.
Megane followed Tash upstairs with a towel in hand but Natalie stayed with Mike and Emilie.
‘Natalie will show you to the bathroom,’ said Emilie. ‘I hope you got what you required.’
‘I certainly did. Come on,’ he said, giving the maid’s bum a little slap before heading up the same stairs as Tash, Natalie in tow. ‘I think we’re going to enjoy France.’