The Fates Conspire

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The saga continues...

After the tumultuous night of the Halloween party and all the excitement it entailed life had settled down to a much more leisurely, sedate pace for Daisy and Bess. The most significant event to occur was that Daisy had decided to move in with her lover after Christmas, the two making no secret of their affair any more. The transition had happened without much friction or hassle, Daisy did not have a great deal of possessions to transport and both the house and the bed of Bess were easily enough to accommodate her.
There had been remarkably little argument between the girl and her parents also. She had expected to incur their grievous wrath after announcing that she had entered into a relationship with a woman, and that furthermore, that woman was a teacher at the school that she had just left. However both her mother and her father were extremely understanding, and once they were satisfied that Bess' intentions were honourable and that their only daughter was not being taken advantage of they were more than ready to give their approval.
Daisy had, however, grown rather distanced from them, corresponding to her growing closer to Bess. There was no arguments, there were no angry scenes, but just a natural moving apart due to her growing up and maturing. It was this that had lead to her leaving home more than anything else. After the initial excitement of a new home, of sharing a bed every night, of more freedom than she had ever had, life had become more and more dull.
Bess had gone back to school at the end of the Christmas holidays, Daisy had gone back to work at the department store, and after being rushed off her feet during the January sales was now firmly into the rut of uninspiring toil once more. Life was fine enough, there were no major hardships, but the two had descended into a general ennui, they didn't see quite enough of each other, and crucially, there had been no opportunities for the two of them to engage in any spectacular gungey activities.
They had planned a housewarming party, one with no guests, one just for them and with plenty of mess, but they had not had any opportunity. Several dates had been set and missed because of some unexpected commitment that had suddenly come up for one or the other of them. Eventually they had waited so long that the theme of the evening no longer felt appropriate, Daisy had settled in very well by now.
Daisy sighed and gazed at the soggy mass of cornflakes forlornly gathering in the bottom of her bowl, surrounded by desultory streams of semi skimmed milk. When on earth would she and Bess be able to have a night of decadent pleasure to themselves? It was not in any way putting a strain on the relationship, but it was getting her down, and she could tell that it was getting her partner down as well. Life was like the half consumed loaf of bread at the back of the cupboard that neither of them could be bothered to throw away: Stale.
She flipped through the post that Bess had left on the kitchen table before rushing off to school early to prepare a lesson. Water bill. Gas bill. Junk mail advertising a local Indian takeaway. Neither of them liked spicy food. A postcard! It was from Laura, explaining what a great time she was having in Australia, and how hot and sunny it was. Daisy glanced out of the window, saw slate grey skies and drizzle, and cursed her loudly. The only other piece of mail was something she did not recognise, a standard white envelope addressed to both of them in an unfamiliar hand. She had no time to open it, or indeed to wonder at its provenance, as a quick glance at the kitchen clock showed that she had dawdled for at least ten minutes too long and was in danger of missing the bus.
She hastily washed up her breakfast dishes, slung her shoes on and grabbed her coat as she rushed out of the door and flew off to boring work once again.
It had been an extraordinarily busy day for poor Daisy, she had been rushed off her feet and barely had a chance to draw breath. On top of that she had in her morning rush completely forgotten to pick up enough change for the return bus journey, and thus had had to endure a long walk back from town. She was exhausted, all she was thinking about as she heaved open the front door was grabbing a nice cup of cocoa and collapsing into her lovely warm bed.
"Hello!" she called out in a weary voice as she divested herself of her coat and shoes, "Hello! I'm home! I forgot the money or the bus, that's why I'm so late back." Answer came there none. puzzled, she looked into the kitchen. There was no sign of life. Then she looked in the front room. Bess was there curled up into a tight little ball on the sofa. She was trembling slightly, and Daisy was stopped dead in her tracks by the look on her face. It was ashen, deadly white and spoke wordlessly, vividly of fear. Her lips quivered and her eyes stared with cold terror.
"What on earth is the matter?" asked Daisy with some concern. Her lover did not answer, but merely extended a shaking arm and silently handed her a folded piece of A4 paper.
"Is this the letter from this morning, the once that looked strange?" asked Daisy. Bess just nodded her head. She examined the missive before her.
There was not a lot of writing, it by no means filled the single page. The hand was spidery in the extreme, but the deliberateness of the formation of the letters meant that the meaning was at no point even slightly ambiguous. It was almost like the writing of a young child trying to be extra neat. Most odd. The text was as follows:
"Dear Daisy and dear Bess,
I not only know who you are, but I know what you are as well/ That is to say, I know what you are both up to. I know that you live together and that you have certain strange tastes. I'm talking, of course, about the messy stuff. I know all about your party, and about what you did at the fate. And I have evidence, too.
"I will write again tomorrow,
"Yours,
"'G.'"
Daisy read all of this, then she read it again, very carefully. She lowered the page from her face and looked at her partner. Bess at this moment for the first time since Daisy had come into the room.
"The envelope it came in also contained these," she said in a quavering, high pitched voice. Daisy looked at what she had been handed. It was a selection of photographs.
The first was of the basement of the house, specially decked out specially in its blue plastic sheeting. Daisy was the focus of the image. She was in her pvc catsuit, but it appeared yellow rather than black due to its heavy coating of custard. It was also unzipped right down to her waist, and that was protecting her modesty were twin pies, large and creamy, affixed to her breasts. An expression of extatic pleasure was just about visible on her face underneath and orangey mess of baked beans.
The next photograph was of Bess, her policewoman's costume stained with a dozen substances. She was standing on one leg, tipping the other up so that a sloppy mass of porridge could pour out of one of her towering, sexy, patent leather thigh boots. It looked from her expression that she had been captured by the camera in the middle of an exultant cry of joy.
A third picture showed two slime covered monsters,identifiable only as Daisy and Bess by their builds and by the remains of their outfits. There were a few more in the same vein, but it only ever showed the two lovers, there was no sign of Laura, Alice or Fran. There were also a couple of pictures showing the gunge filled swimming pool at the school fete, and of the pair in it, in various posings of cavortation.
Daisy flicked through this, not a flicker of emotion passing across her face. She examined each photograph thoroughly, noting all pertinent details with an apparent air of dispassion. Calmly she put the cards down on a nearby table, a very slight tremble to her hands. Bess broke into her private thoughts with a harsh voice verging on hysteria.
"Are we being blackmailed?" she asked with extreme anxiety.
"Well that's certainly what it looks like," replied Daisy, "the letter has all the elements of it. this 'G' says he knows a secret of ours, he says that he has evidence and indeed shows us that he has evidence. The message that he's going to send to us tomorrow will presumably contain his demands." Bess sagged down in her seat, collapsing in on herself. She let out a low wail of grief.
"This is terrible!" she cried, "what are we going to do? What if he asks for loads of money, too much money? What if he keeps on asking? What if he takes the money but tells people anyway? What if we have to move away, what if I lose my job? Tell me Daisy, please, please tell me, what on earth are we going to do?" She was on the verge of tears, rocking back and forth, unable to control herself with the worry, and of imaginings of the terrible horrors that surely awaited them.
Daisy saw that she had to take control of the situation, and had to do so quickly. Despite her own feelings being in turmoil, the breakdown of her lover gave her strength, it let her concentrate on the need to control another, rather than concentrating on her own dread emotions. She sat down on the sofa next to Bess and took her hand, stroking it consolingly.
"Calm down, calm down," she said in a gentle, soothing voice, "let's think about this for a moment." Bess sniffed away a few tears and looked into her lover's face, grateful for any slim shred of hope.
"Yes, let's not be hasty," Daisy continued, growing in confidence, "after all, what are we being blackmailed with?" Bess gestured helplessly to the photographs on the table, but Daisy dismissed this.
"Never mind about the pictures. Think about what they actually mean. Everyone knows that we're a couple now, there's not a jot of scandal to be had there."
"That's true," said Bess, not sounding quite as upset now, "even Mr. Brown knows that I'm in a relationship with you."
"Exactly. So the only thing that he has on us is that we're wammers. And there is no reason at all to be ashamed of that."
"But what if he shows the photographs of us?" protested Bess.
"What if he does?" retorted Daisy, "all we did was have a party that got a bit messy and out of hand. It's no different to going to a foam party or something like that. And Alice, Laura and Fran are our friends, they'll back us up for sure."
"But the photos of the fete, of what we did at the fete, what about those?"
"Well think about it, why were you gunged/ For charity, everyone said how good it was of you to do that, how noble you were in coming forward and volunteering. I, of course, had a little accident. Then in the gunge tank we got together. And we return to the fact that we are now together, which is public knowledge."
"Mmm," said Bess uncertainly, "that sounds all well and good in theory."
"Yes, it does," said Daisy, and gave her lover a comforting hug. "Don't worry. It wont be pleasant, but we'll brazen it out alright." The two disengaged.
"Thanks for that," said Bess sincerely, "I was going to pieces a bit back there, but I'm better now. I'm still very scared though."
"That's ok, I'm scared too," said Daisy simply, "but there's nothing we can do about it now." She got up from the sofa and rubbed her eyes blearily. "I'm shattered. Work was awful today, and this thing with the letter has just about wiped me out."
"I'm tired too," said Bess, the fatigue suddenly evident in her voice, "let's turn in for an early night."
"Good idea. Things always seem better in the morning. And we'll have the next letter as well, which should explain a lot more. I still can't believe that we're being blackmailed..."
The two blondes linked arms and trudged up the stairs hand in hand, troubled but unbowed.

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WAM and suspense - a great combination! I hope we don't have to wait too long for the next instalment...

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Here's the next installment. This one's big. My hands hurt.


Neither of the two slept very well that night. Daisy was extremely anxious, despite the morale boosting that she had given to Bess and her outwardly stoic appearance. She tossed and turned, going over events in her mind. The precise words of the sinister letter had burned themselves into her brain and she read it to herself again and again inside her head.
It did not help that the night was unusually hot and humid for the time of year, the duvet seemed always to be cloying and oppressive, sleep seemed completely out of reach for such a long time. At last around about five in the morning she drifted off fitfully, but the mysterious figure of 'G' haunted her dreams, a tall, thin, dark figure that stalked her constantly.
She surfaced gently from her uneasy slumber, rubbing her eyes then glancing around the bedroom blearily. Her partner was nowhere to be seen. Hang on, wasn't there something important, something significant happening this morning. Of course! The letter! She was all of a sudden wide awake, she bounded out of bed, grabbed a wrap and hurried downstairs.
Daisy burst into the kitchen and found Bess sitting at the table with a letter in her hand, clear from a distance that it was written in a spidery hand on plain white paper, the twin of the one that had arrived the previous day. She immediately gazed into Bess' face, hoping to read the expression on it, just how bad was the situation at this moment. It was very hard to judge, but Daisy thought that things didn't look too bad.
"What does it say?" she asked , the tension cracking her voice.
"It's strange," replied Bess in a puzzled voice.
"Strange? In what way?"
"Here, read it for yourself." She handed over the paper to Daisy. Daisy perused the letter thoroughly, her brow furrowing deeper and deeper in bewilderment as she went.
"Dear Daisy and Dear Bess," the letter went.
"Having gone over the text of my previous missive it occurred to me that it may have seemed rather ominous. I very much hope that it did not scare you in any way, this was not my intention at all. Also rest assured that I am most certainly not trying to blackmail you. Well not exactly, anyway.
"Let me explain: Although I have evidence of certain activities of yours that may possibly be harmful to you, I do not intend to release it into the public domain. However, I should think that your interest has been piqued to say the least by finding out that there is someone who knows about your messy exploits.
"I therefore wish to reveal to you my identity. But I am not going to give up my secret easily. I will set you a puzzle, a series of challenges which you must perform. If you are successful then you will learn who I am. There are enclosed instructions for the very first challenge. It is for Bess to perform.
"Yours,
"'G'"
"P.S. I forgot to mention. I have a feeling that you will enjoy these challenges very much."
Daisy slowly and carefully placed the letter down on the table. Then she breathed out a long heartfelt sigh of relief.
"Phew," she said, "this is nowhere near as bad as I imagined." She sat down heavily, her legs had turned to jelly by the relief.
"But what are we going to do about this?" said Bess, obviously still very anxious indeed, "aren't we still being blackmailed?"
"It doesn't look like it. I mean, he says he isn't going to show those pictures to anyone, he isn't asking for any money. Hell, he even says right out that he isn't blackmailing us."
"So are we going to do these challenges then?"
"Well I certainly want to find out who this person is, don't you?"
"But why don't we go to the police? They could find out who he is."
"Quite probably. But what would we say to them? 'Hello Inspector, we have someone who knows a secret about us that we’re not going to tell you about but isn't particularly damaging anyway, he isn't asking for money and isn't threatening us in any way, could you could you find out who he is for us please?' They'd laugh us out of the station."
"I suppose your right," said Bess, still a little uncertain.
"Of course I'm right," said Daisy preening a little with her new found confidence, the heavy weight having been lifted from her mind.
"So I guess we're going to be doing the challenge. Or I'll be doing the challenge rather, at least today."
"Good," said Daisy, pleased that her lover had come round to her point of view, "so what has 'G' got in store for you? I presume you will be doing it today given that it's Saturday."
"Yes, I'll be doing it today," replied Bess, "there's no detailed instructions that I have to do, there's just this map with a cross marked on it." Daisy glanced at a photocopied ordinance survey map, a splodge of fluorescent marker pen located approximately in the centre.
"Coop Woods," she said reading the title scrawled at the top, "looks like he's marked the car park." She glanced out of the window and observed the gathering storm clouds. "I'd wrap up well, though."
"Indeed," said Bess, somewhat warming to the idea, "I suppose I'll find further instructions when I get there. But first I think breakfast is in order, and a hearty one at that. How does bacon and eggs sound?"
"It sounds marvellous," said Daisy, and the two of them busied themselves with the preparations.
"So who do you think this 'G' is?" asked Daisy once they were sitting down again. Bess shrugged her shoulders, swallowed the piece of toast she had been chewing on and said:
"I've no idea, he could be anybody. How about you, what do you think of him?"
"I think he's interested in us," said Daisy thoughtfully, "I think he's interested in what we do."
"Do you think he's a wammer?"
"Yes, yes I should think so."
"I think you're right, it would make sense for him to be a wammer. In fact, maybe it's..."
"Maybe it's who?" asked Daisy.
"No, no it couldn't be," said Bess shaking her head, "that was a silly idea."
The two munched silently again for a while, then Daisy said:
"You do realise that we have a choice here, don't you."
"A choice?" replied Bess, "A choice in what?"
"A choice in whether we go through with these challenges or not. If we just ignore this letter I don't think we'll ever hear from 'G' again."
"I know," said Bess, "but I need to know who this is. I don't think I'll sleep easy otherwise. Besides, I'm starting to look forwards to a walk in the woods."

Daisy volunteered to do the washing up while Bess disappeared upstairs to get dressed and to prepare for her excursion. Daisy was just in the middle of drying the last plate when she heard a melodious warbling drifting towards her:
"Siiiinging in the rain, I'm siiiiiinging in the rain..." Bess pranced into the room and struck a pose for her lover.
She had certainly heeded Daisy's advice to wrap up well: She was clad from head to toe in protective gear. Her feet were very nicely and snugly enclosed in tall rubber boots, made by Hunter and bright yellow in colour. They reached right up to her knee. She had on black nylon waterproof trousers tucked in to the boots and a matching jacket done up to the neck, these two items of clothing producing a whispering, rustling noise with every movement. Over this she wore a classic yellow heavy rubber raincoat, unbuttoned for now. It was fairly short, coming down about to her thighs, and had a hood. Its sleeves were long, and almost covered her hands. It gave off an intoxicating smell, giving an impression of impermeability, and it was a perfect match for her wellies.
"You definitely look prepared for anything!" said Daisy, and ran forward to embrace her. Swiftly however she pulled away and looked at her lover with a shocked expression.
"Bess Blossom!" she cried in a scandalised tone, "I do believe that you are naked underneath your waterproofs!" Bess smiled sheepishly.
"You're right," she said, a little embarrassed, "I don't have a stitch on underneath all this. Except for my thick woolly socks, that is." Daisy was intrigued by this decision, and more than a little excited by it.
"Please explain yourself," she demanded.
"Well," began her lover, "I started off fully clothed, wearing a warm sweater and thick warm trousers. But then when I put on my waterproofs and this raincoat I felt unbelievably hot, far too sticky and warm. So I decided I had to downsize my outfit, but I couldn't get rid of the rain gear, I'm definitely going to need it."
"That's right," agreed Daisy, glancing again at the skies which had become even darker and blacker, though no rain had yet fallen.
"So I decided that the only possible option was to strip off my normal clothes instead." She smiled happily at this justification.
"And your underwear?" probed Daisy, "was it really necessary to discard that?"
"Maybe not," replied Bess, "but you know how tight and oppressive bras and pants can be." Daisy laughed at this.
"I don't blame you," she said between giggles, "it must feel awesome to wear all that waterproof gear and be naked under it."
"It feels wonderful," said Bess, "but anyway, I have also been packing an expedition pack." She brandished a medium sized rucksack and proceeded to list its contents. "I have put the map into a waterproof folder, I have a rope, a torch and a towel. I also have a flask which I hope you will fill up with coffee for me and a box into which I hope you will place some sandwiches."
Daisy admired her preparation and gladly equipped her with provisions. Bess slung the rucksack into the car and double checked the road atlas to see if she knew where she was going. Daisy gave her a kiss for good luck and she set off in search of adventure.
Daisy had been very keyed up and excited all the way through the preparations to the journey, but once she saw the battered saloon disappear round the corner at the end of the road she suddenly felt somewhat at a loose end. She had a shower and got dressed properly, then settled down in front of the telly. She tried watching various programs, but couldn't concentrate on any of them, she channel surfed the music channels for a while but quickly tired of this activity when she saw her sixth novelty ringtone advert.
She thought that doing some shopping in town would surely kill time in a most effective way, and besides they could do with getting some food to restock the larder. Daisy bustled about getting ready, finding her handbag, making sure all the windows were firmly shut and that her appearance looked presentable. She grabbed her long warm coat, slipped her shoes on and was just ready to step out of the door when the heavens opened. The downpour was immense, there was no way she could go out in it.
Sighing she took off her coat and shoes and thought about what she was going to do now. She went back to the T.V., but instead of watching any more programs she fired up the Playstation 2 and picked up the controller. She was playing a stealth game, new of her favourites, but she just couldn't summon the requisite powers of concentration. After she died for the seventh time she gave up on intelligent gaming and swapped the disc for a more straightforward shoot-em-up. She fared no better with this mindless button masher, and soon became frustrated and bored with it.
As she flung the controller away in disgust once again she decided to give up video games and to have an early lunch. However Daisy seemed fated to have everything go wrong for her that day. She was not a brilliant cook, but she was normally fairly competent. This day on the other hand she was hopeless, burning everything to a crisp and producing a plate full of cindered unpalletability. Eventually she gave up, slung the lot in the bin and made do with sandwiches. Even with these she managed to cut the bread like a doorstop and spread on far too much mayonnaise. At last t she sat down with her meal at the kitchen table, and found that she was in fact not in the least bit hungry.
Daisy forced herself to eat one sandwich and half of a second, but she couldn't stomach any more and so busied herself with washing up and clearing away her things. After completing these tasks she curled up in a warm armchair and began to read a book. Alas, this method of time wasting was as unsuccessful as all the others she had tried. She read and reread just one paragraph, but it just wouldn't sink in. It was a rubbish book anyway she decided, and tossed it aside.
Daisy lay there, draped in ennui, longing for Bess to come back home, and unable to do anything to while away the hours till she returned. An idea came to her, of course, that would help her kill some time. She bounded to the front room, turned on the T.V. and grabbed her DVD box set of Doctor Who. This always cheered her up.
She began watching and, as always, quickly got caught up in the time travelling adventures on the screen. Suddenly the minutes were flying by whereas previously they had seemed like hours. Maybe it was the influence of the TARDIS, but she was surprised when the episode ended so soon. Daisy was slightly concerned at this point that Bess hadn’t come back yet. But the woods were a fair distance away, so she was probably just held up in traffic or something. She decided to watch another episode.
The machinations of the cybermen enthralled her just as they always did, but by the end of the show there was no sign of Bess. It was dark outside now and Daisy was really starting to get rather worried. Still, there was nothing she could do except continue waiting, so she thumbed the DVD remote and engrossed herself in the program once more. As the episode grew to a close even Doctor Who's heroics couldn't take her mind off the fact that it was now seriously late and Bess had still not arrived home.
Her eyes were fixed on the clock. It was nearly six. Where could she be? Daisy had just made up her mind to call the police and mount a search party when there came a knock at the back door. That must be her.
She flew to the back door and flung it open. Before her stood a brown, oozing monster
"Hi Daisy," said Bess, her eyes the only identifiable feature under her hugely thick coating of mud, "I got a bit messy." This was an understatement, . Daisy gazed at her lover under the layers of slime, the mud glistening wetly in the cool light of the porch lamp. There was clearly a story to be told here, but she cut to the chase in order to find out the most pertinent piece of information.
"Were you successful?" she asked. Wordlessly Bess handed over what looked like a small piece of plastic. Once Daisy had wiped the dirt off it she found that it was a perfectly ordinary scrabble piece, containing the letter 'R'.
"Is this it?" Bess nodded.
"That's the clue, the first piece of the puzzle," she said, "and you won’t believe what I've gone through to get it."
"I can't wait to hear," said Daisy.
"Well you'll have to,” retorted Bess, "I'm freezing with cold and all I want at the moment is a hot bath."
Daisy realised that her lover's story would have to wait and ran upstairs to grab some towels while Bess began to strip off her soaked clothing. It certainly seemed like the first challenge had been an eventful one.

Bess had to get fully cleaned up in the bathroom and have some sustenance before she would tell her tale. In fact the two of them were in bed together before she was ready to spill the beans. The two of them were wearing their usual night attire, which is to say nothing at all. Their naked bodies were curled up together, spooning, and Bess' delicious, ruby red mouth whispering her story gently into the eager, delicate little ear of Daisy. This was the yarn she spun:
"I was quite a while in getting to Coop Woods, the traffic was really bad, and it had started to pour down before I even arrived. It was very hot in the car and the waterproofs didn't help, so I wound the window down halfway. Some rain buffeted in, but I had made sure to cover the seats with plastic sheeting in case of any accidents. The droplets of water spattered in little flurries against my protective gear. They were cooling, soothing almost. I felt quite in tune with nature, with the elements, despite being in a car on a busy road.
"I arrived at last at the car park that was marked on the map. As you might expect I didn't exactly have much company. In fact there was only one other car there, an old red fiesta. I put the map in its plastic wallet and sealed it tight. I was tempted to take the torch, as the light was very murky, despite it being the middle of the day, but in the end I left it behind with the food, it would only weigh me down.
"I slipped on my rubber raincoat, buttoned it up tight and pulled the large hood up over my head before stepping out of the car. Instantly all I could her was the sound of rain. It spattered against the gravel floor of the car park, splashed into the puddles. But most of all I could hear it falling on me, drumming incessantly against my body, my arms, my legs, my head. I was perfectly alright though, my rainwear was impenetrable. The water rand down my hood, over my thick, yellow rubber raincoat, it dashed against my black waterproof trousers and my tall yellow rubber wellingtons. But is could not touch my body. I stood there for several minutes, just enjoying the feeling. I was safe, protected from the weather. Yet at the same time I was vulnerable, naked beneath my protective shield, naked as I am now. It was a funny feeling, it gave me a nice fuzzy feeling inside. I had a feeling that this walk was going to be very special.
"There were several paths leading from the car park. I checked out the beginnings of all of them, making sure to slosh through the several puddles that lay in my path. At the start of one of the paths there were a group of round stones of the kind that might be found in a river bed. And they were arranged roughly in the shape of an arrow. This was clearly the start of a trail marked for me, so I strode off in search of the mysterious 'G' and his clue.
"I walked along underneath pine trees for probably about half a mile. The way was wide, there were few twists and turns, and given that I was sheltered from the weather it was all in all a very pleasant walk. I was just in the middle of thinking that there wasn't going to be very much challenge to this trip when I ran into my first obstacle.
"I rounded a sharp bent and found myself confronted with small stream. It was obviously little more than a trickle usually, which was why there was no bridge provided for the benefit of walkers. With the rain, however, it had swelled enormously and the water was fairly rushing through it. There was no sign to tell me to go in any alternate route, and I couldn't even find one on the map. There seemed no choice but to attempt to cross.
"I nervously stepped into the torrent, hoping very much that my tall, pristine rubber boots would not be engulfed. The water swelled up over my ankles, then s I took another small step, no more than six inches, up to my calves. It was not looking good. I took another small step, the water rose even higher, but not at the same rate as before. I could feel the pressure of the stream against my legs, it was three quarters of the way up my boots by now. I could feel the coldness too, even through the rubber and my socks.
"I was almost halfway across now, and could see that the next step would be the one that would determine my fate. Would the stream be too high? Would my feet get a sudden, rude drenching? Would I mind either way? I held my breath and took one step more, right into the middle of the flow. Slowly, slowly I lowered my foot down, would my defences be breached? I could feel the level of water creeping up the outside of the boot, further, further, right to the very rim of my wellie.
"I touched the sandy bottom of the stream. I brought my other foot up to the same position. The water was held at bay, just. I stood there for a few minutes, examining my emotions. The stream reached right up almost to my knees, but my feet were still snug and dry inside their rubber cages. I toyed with the idea of dipping my leg forward a little, flooding my wellies just a little bit, being a little bit naughty. But I decided against it, I preferred the feeling of safeness. After looking at my legs disappearing into the flowing liquid for a while longer I carefully waded to the other side of the stream.
"I was more than a little exhilarated by the incident, and hurried off rather quickly down the continuation of the path, eager for more excitement. I didn't have to wait too long, barely a quarter of a mile later I came to another watery obstacle. This one, however, was a lot more serious, being a broad river. The path through the woods seemed to come to more or less a complete halt here, there was a picnic table beside the near bank that was the obvious focal point of the route.
"My own personal trail, of course, did not end there. Instead there was an arrow for me, cut roughly out of bright red cardboard and pinned to a tree by the water's edge. It pointed upstream. The banks of the river were steep and thickly lined with trees, bushes and other diverse bits of undergrowth, so there was nothing to do but to set off up the river itself. This was not a complete surprise to me, I had assumed given his interest in our activities that 'G' wasn't going to let me stay clean and dry the whole of the day.
"I therefore intrepidly stepped out into the middle of the flow. I was pleased to find that despite its breadth the river was apparently vary shallow. In fact the water barely reached over my ankles, I was snug and safe still inside my protective rubber cocoon. I sloshed merrily along my new, watery highway, exuberant at my chance to play in the rain.
"I proceeded safely for a while longer while the river began to curve round in a single great arc. As the bend became more pronounced I noticed the banks becoming closer together, and the level of the water begin to rise correspondingly. I moved out of the middle of the flow and began to hug the sides where it was shallower. Even this action didn't do much good, and soon my wellingtons were again under threat. I slowed down s the water crept higher and higher, and came to a complete halt as the level was right at the edge. It seemed inevitable that my defences were to be breached with my very next pace forward. I reached my leg out, began putting it down, down into the turbulent darkness of the river water. My ankle was swallowed, my calf, my heart was in my mouth, I was surely going to get wet.
"I pulled back suddenly, keeping myself dry and intact at the last minute. I had had a brainwave. In the boot of the car I had a pair of waders."
"Why on earth did you have a pair of waders with you?" said Daisy, interrupting her lover's monologue.
"Well," continued Bess, "it's a long story. To cut it short, I had for various reasons to supervise a geography field trip last year. It was one where they were doing sample collecting at a lake. I borrowed the waders from the teacher who was supposed to be caretaking the trip and what with one thing or another they never asked for them back. So I had them with me in the boot of the car, but they'd been there for such a long time that I had just completely forgotten about them up until that moment.
"I resolved to trek back for them, even though it was a bit of a long way. I backtracked through the river, down the path, and through the stream, arriving at the car park without any further incident. I swapped the shorter wellies for the big waders and proceeded back to where I had left off."
"What are they like?" asked Daisy, "I've never seen them before. Describe them to me."
"I shall do," Bess acquiesced. "They are tight fitting as waders go, not as baggy and loose as some pairs. They are black, jet black, and made of rubber. There's no lining inside either, it's just pure rubber. They're tall, taller even than my patent leather thigh high boots that I wore as apart of my cop costume.
"In fact," she said, taking Daisy's hand in hers and guiding it, "they come up to right about....here." She placed her lover's hand on her leg, high up at the top of her thigh.
"Wow," breathed Daisy, "but are you sure they weren't a little bit higher, up...here perhaps?" She shifted her fingers.
"Eek!" exclaimed Bess, "no, they didn't quite come up to that particular area. But I appreciate the thought."
"Tee hee," giggled Daisy, "any time. But you must get on with your story."
"Of course," replied Bess, "where was I? Oh yes. I made my way back to the river. I was in absolutely no danger now with my extra tall boots on, and I splashed out to the middle with gusto. I even jumped up and down a bit, enjoying the huge plumes of water that I sent up. It was so much fun to be able to play around in the water with abandon, in complete safety. I was like a little girl playing out in the rain, I ran through the river, gleefully laughing. Whooping for joy as I spied an extra deep bit and deliberately jumped two footed right in to it, shielded, cocooned from the wetness by my raincoat, my waterproofs and my great, long, tall black rubber boots.
"I slowed down my pace somewhat and regained some of my composure as I went further back down the way I had traversed earlier, and passed the spot where previously I had been forced to make my about face, but I was still striding through the flow without fear when it was over my knees. Nothing could harm me. I was impermeable.
"Pretty soon I was becoming worried though, as the increasing of the water level showed no sign of ceasing as the river continued to turn rightwards. The water was coming up my thighs and I felt the liquid's coldness and the pressure it exerted on my rubber clad legs, just as it had done when I had crossed the small stream earlier.
"It was six inches from the tops of my waders. Another pace and it was five inches. Another step, four inches. I paused, stood stock still. I had been so sure that I had managed to evade the prospect of a drenching, but the river looked very much like it was going to get the better of me after all. Yet I could not be certain, I might yet manage to escape unscathed. What should I do? When I had been on the brink of flooding my wellies I had been sure that they would be overwhelmed. Here, I might baby step forward for another half a mile without the water ever quite breaching my defences.
"The tension would be too much. I wasn't even sure whether or not I wanted to get wet or not. I came to a conclusion.. I would look straight ahead rather than glancing down at my legs all the time. I would plough forward regardless and let fate do what it liked. If I beat the river and remained dry, then that was nice. If the river beat me and I got a little damp, well I was sure I wouldn't mind too much.
"I wouldn't say that I strode off exactly, but I walked forward at a pace that was slightly more than funereal. I made sure to stare fixedly ahead, desperately trying not to think of when, or if, I was going to be wet. I survived for a surprisingly long time. After twenty or thirty paces I was glancing at the trees lining the waterway, trying to identify them in a bid to take my mind off the tension. I recognised a beach, and an ash, and what I thought was probably birch before the inevitable happened.
"I felt a small, cold trickle running down my left leg. I arched my back sharply, stiffened my body, but I walked on for another two or three yards. The trickle became a gushing torrent, the water poured over the top of my waders, I could feel the coldness and the wetness against my legs. The water flowed into the bottom of the boots, soaking my thick woolly socks. It reached up my calves, a wonderful gurgling, glugging sound accompanying all this. The water seeped in underneath and over my waterproof trousers, they were no use in protecting me now. It was a funny feeling, the icy liquid running into my waders, burbling up over my knees, over my things, drenching the trousers. The nylon of the material floated around inside the boots, brushing most enticingly over my bare legs.
"I liked flooding my waders very much, I was glad the river had bested me. I stood silently for a couple of minutes, examining the feelings of the water around me. It was rather pleasant.
"I couldn't hang around for ever though, so I hauled myself off, battling upstream again, in search of whatever lay in store. I did not have to wail long for the water level to decrease rapidly, and I was soon left with my thighs once more clear of the surface. Some liquid sloshed out of the tops of my waders, causing me to giggle. Most of the water remained inside, however, and this soon began to cause a few problems. The sheer amount of water pent up inside the boots made it very difficult to walk steadily. More than once I half stumbled and very nearly fell forward. Luckily I managed to regain my balance just in time, otherwise I would have received a complete and utter soaking, something I most definitely did not want. Flooding my boots was one thing, but a total immersion in the icy water was another kettle of fish entirely.
"I was in something of a dilemma though. Although it was clear that I couldn’t continue without decanting the contents of my boots, there was nowhere that I could do this. I couldn't very well sit down in the middle o the river to empty my waders. But neither could I make it to dry land, as the banks at that point were particularly sheer looking, and particularly thick with undergrowth.
"The answer was staring me in the face, but I was reluctant to accept it. The only way I could continue was to first retrace my steps, go all the way back to the car, exchange my waders for wellies and then come back. I would flood my wellies of course, flood them easily, but t least they would be a bit easier to walk in if they were full of water. Sighing deeply I turned round a hundred and eighty degrees and waded back downstream.
"The going was an awful lot easier in that direction. As the river became more shallow more and more water slopped out of the tops of my boots. Once I had arrived at the path where I could disembark from the watery highway my waders were less than half full. I considered emptying them totally, but I decided to leave them semi flooded to enjoy on the walk back to the car. And enjoy I did, all that sloshing and slurping, together with my naked body being caressed by the protective gear. I was quite flustered by the time I reached my destination I can tell you.
"The sun was well over the yard arm by the time I got there, so decided that despite not making a great deal of progress with my morning activities, I would take a break for lunch. I emptied my waders and poured out the remaining reservoirs of water. There was quite a lot still in there, it made two very impressive splashes. Luckily the fact that that the driving rain was continuing meant that I didn't have anyone to observe me in the car park, although the red fiesta was still there. I took off my soaking wet socks and draped them over the back seats on a plastic bag to dry.
"After performing these tasks I sat in the front of the car, turned the heating on full and tucked into my sandwiches. They were delicious, as was the black coffee that you'd made for me."
"Thank you," said Daisy, appreciating the complement, "I'm glad your lunch turned out better than mine."
"I couldn't have asked for better," said Bess, resuming her narrative, "the morning's exertions had tired me out more than I had realised, I wolfed down the food ravenously. With the head of the car heater my trousers were virtually dry by the time I had finished, but the socks were still very damp. Therefore I slipped my still pristine yellow rubber boots onto my bare feet, tucking the legs of the waterproofs neatly inside.
"Before I set off again I had a look at the map. I pinpointed the river and the section along which I had travelled. It seemed as if I had walked round one half of a great circle. Where I had reached was not very far from where I had first come across the river as the crow flies. I thought about the possibility of a shortcut. The more I considered it the more it seemed possible, the undergrowth on the far bank which I would have to go through was not particularly thick looking, and the scale of the map indicated that it was no more than a hundred yards that I would have to go through before I would hit the river again, more or less in the same place as I had retreated from.
"I was well satisfied with the plan I had formulated, I would not only be able to save time by taking the more direct route, but I would be able to keep my nice clean wellies dry, whereas I had previously been resigned to their flooding. I folded the map away safely and strode off down the path with new found zeal and exuberance. I was nearly as dry as I had been when I started and thank to my ingenuity in finding a short cut I was to remain all safe and cocooned.
"I came to the stream and slowed down, I was no longer wearing the tall boots and I would have to be much more careful making the crossing. Despite this I waded out with confidence. I was just mentally congratulating myself on my own cleverness again when a sharp, icy cold feeling hit my legs. I looked down with a sudden shock. The stream had become swollen by the amount of rain, and the water was pouring into my wellies. I was horrified, I had thought that I had managed to avoid getting wet, but nature had caught me out unawares.
"The freezing water streamed into my boots, there was no point trying to avoid it now. It poured down the insides, soaking the lining, pooling around my feet and running up inside and outside my waterproof trousers. After I had gotten over the initial shock it was quite a pleasant feeling really. Nevertheless once I reached dry land again I decided to empty them out rather than continue walking with my boots full of water. After I had tipped out all the water and put them back on I realised how right my decision had been. Every step I took from then on was accompanied by a cacophony of squishing noises, a veritable symphony of slurping and squelching. I began to worry that if someone were to pass by they would surely realise that I had flooded my boots, that I had been playing around in the rain and in the stream like a little girl. Luckily the woods were deserted that day.
"I reached the river, crossed it and had little trouble in clambering up the far bank, it being not very high at that point. I found that there were a lot of trees in dense growth that were impossible to pass through, but there was a small corridor of mainly low bushes and weeds that was easy to walk along. I speculated that it was most probably a path that had once been there but had now become overgrown.
"I made steady progress for a couple of minutes, but then came to a complete halt, a major obstruction in my way. I found myself standing on the banks of a medium sized pond. And what a pond it was. It had obviously formed from countless rainfalls, the water was stagnant and dirty. The surface was covered in algae and who knew what else. I didn't even want to think about what horrors lay beneath the surface. It was probably more mud and filth than water and it had a stench of indescribable decay.
"This presented a serious problem. There was no way I was going to walk into that pond, it was just far too yucky. I couldn't skirt around the banks either, they were just too thickly lined with trees, and were crumbling and very unsafe looking besides. Just as I was about to abandon the idea of a shortcut and go the long way round I spied something that could help me.
"It was a rope swing, most likely left there by some kids. It was tied to a sturdy looking branch of an overhanging tree, and was surprisingly robust, the rope was thick and the branch that formed the handle of the swing was a stout chink of oak. I looked across the pond directly opposite. It looked very much like the old overgrown path continued on the other side and there was a nice landing point on the bank. I made up my mind to chance swinging my way across.
"I used a nearby stick to hook the handle of the swing towards me. I gripped it tightly in both hands and examined the trajectory I would have to take. I steeled myself, though a little voice in the back of my mind kept telling me that this really wasn't such a good idea, and that I was better off taking the longer route, at least when I would get wet there the water would be clean. I ignored the voice, however, tensed my legs, screwed up my face with determination and swung.
"The rope held, the aim of my jump was true and I managed to cling on. I flew across the pond in a perfect arc, though my progress was a little slow and ponderous. My feet touched the far bank, I struggled to find a purchase on the slippery, muddy ground. I found the swing was trying to pull me back the other way, I was nearly overbalancing. I teetered on the brink for several seconds that seemed like an age before at last managing to scramble onto solid ground and save myself from the terrible fate of falling backwards into the mire.
"I had no wish to linger around the foetid pool any longer than was necessary, so I made haste in pressing forward through the bushes in search of my final goal. This particular leg of the journey was an extremely short walk however, only about twenty or thirty yards had to be traversed before I struck the river again.
"I was pleased to see that my theory that ploughing through the undergrowth rather than splashing through the river itself would prove to be shorter and quicker had been proved correct. I found myself standing barely a stone's throw away from the point at which I had given up and turned back, a journey that had previously taken me around half an hour, whereas the shortcut had taken but a few minutes, even with the necessity of the perilous swing across the pond.
"The breadth and depth of the river was approximately the same as when I had just encountered it, the waterway was wide and very shallow. The great curve that caused it to almost double back on itself ceased at this point, and the flow of the water ambled on in a more or less straight line as far as the eye could see.
"The object of my quest, however, did not lie in that direction, as evidenced by the sign that was pinned by a drawing pin to a tree standing on the far bank of the river, almost directly opposite from where I was now standing. There were no words on the sign to give me a clue, neither was it in the form of an arrow. Rather it was a simple red circular spot, around a foot in diameter. Given that there were no instructions on it, nor an indicator of direction to travel I was presumably extremely close to the object of my pursuit.
"I wasted no time in sloshing my way across the shallow waters, safe and secure in my clean, although still somewhat damp yellow wellies. Mounting the tall bank of the river I leaned against the tree and surveyed the new landscape that my superior vantage point had opened up for me. Before me lay what I suppose was a field. But there was not a trace of grass, or indeed any sort of plant life in sight. Instead there was simply a huge sea of sticky, thick brown mud.
"It was incredible, I had never seen anything like it in my life, it was immense, an unbroken morass of nothing but semi liquid earth. It took my breath away. I was quite right in my assumption that I was near to completing my challenge. There was a red bag, the same shade of red as the arrow and the spot visible, and I was sure that that was what I had been sent by 'G' to collect. Doing so was not such a simple matter, however, as the bag was positioned at least two hundred yards away from me, and the only way to get to it was to venture forth into the muddy ground.
"It had been obvious from the very start of my journey that the whole point of leading me on this wild goose chase in the woods was to involve me in wet and messy activities of some kind, but so far I had imagined that I would only be getting wet today, and that whatever else happened I would at least remain clean. Now, however, our invisible adversary enemy 'G' had confounded me with a most excellent scheme.
"I looked down at my bright clean rubber boots, jaunty and yellow and barely a speck of dirt on them. Then I looked at the ugly mess of brown muck that I was fated to have to clamber through. They would certainly not emerge unscathed. I examined my black waterproof trousers, and my yellow rubber raincoat, slick and shining with the ever present rain though still doing an admirable job of keeping me dry. Would these survive or would they also succumb? I did not know.
"I had mixed emotions about the challenge that had just been presented to me. On the one had I was so proud of my cute little rainwear getup. I loved the bright colours and the protection it gave me. I loved the smell of the rubber. I loved the feeling of the waterproof clothes against my naked body and being able to stand in the pouring rain without being touched by the elements.
"On the other hand I was thrilled, excited by the possibility of messing myself up, of being protected as much as possible and still ending up getting horribly dirty and messy. Part of me wanted to whoop for joy and jump in to the mud, to immerse myself, to cover myself in it like a little girl playing in the dirt.
"I decided against such extreme action, at least for the time being, and resolved to step out towards the red bag cautiously and carefully, not trying to get messy, but not trying too hard to remain spotlessly clean either. By this point I was convinced of the WAM genius of 'G' and was sure that one way or another he would make sure that I wouldn't emerge from the days activities without a good, healthy coating of mess.
"I stepped off the last piece of solid ground I could find and stepped off gingerly into the morass. I gasped sharply as my nice bright rubber wellington was engulfed up to the ankle with the very first footfall. I continued, at the next step the other boot was swallowed up to the calf. The noise accompanying this was incredible, disgustingly delicious squishing sounds, wet slurping and glugging. I managed another couple of steps, though with increasing difficulty. The mud clung tightly to my rubber boots sucking at them, pulling them further down into the muck, it didn't want to let me go.
"I was enthralled by the progress I had made so far, the resistance I encountered in the thick mud, the sight of my wellies disappearing into the brown mess. But suddenly I hit a problem. I tried to move further forward, but the mud just wouldn't let me go. I tried and tried desperately to pull my boot out of the slop, but I just couldn't budge my feet, either of them. I took hold of my right wellie in both hands and tugged with all my might, but to no avail. I was getting worried, I was stuck fast and the mud was creeping further and further up my boots, it was over the calf of my right leg and it almost reached up to the top of my left boot.
"I gave up on pulling at the wellie and resorted to heaving myself forward, lunging wildly in desperation. At any moment I expected to feel the cold trickle of mud oozing over the tops of my boots. I heaved and heaved, hoping that I could free myself and avoid the inevitable mess. Then it happened."
Daisy, who had remained quiet for a while, drinking in the yarn that her lover was spinning, had been getting more and more excited over the last couple of minutes, and finally couldn't contain herself and burst out:
"The mud came over your boots?" Bess laughed at this interjection.
"You're far too eager missy!" she said jokingly, "don't interrupt me!"
"Yes Miss Blossom," replied Daisy with mock subservience, "I'll be a good little girl from now on."
"Good," continued Bess in her finest teacherly manner, "and as it happens you were wrong. What happened to me was far worse. I was leaning forward so far, and lunging so hard that I overbalanced. I jerked myself completely out of my wellies and fell flat on my face. It was a soft landing. I impacted onto the mud with a dull, wet splat. My front was totally covered, I was smothered in the mess, engulfed completely for the first time that day. I could feel the soft mud embrace me, I could feel its cold wetness on my face, and seeping slowly, but inevitably beneath my rubber rain coat and my waterproof jacket also. I could feel the ooze beginning to slide against my naked body.
"I was shocked by the suddenness and unexpectedness of my dunking in the muck. I stayed lying prostrate in the slime for at least a minute, examining the feelings of being muddy. But this was no time to be hanging around. I hauled myself to my feet, mud droplets falling from me and splattering onto the ground. I looked down at myself. I was a mess. There was not an inch of my front that was not brown. I couldn't believe the destruction that had been visited upon me, my perfect rubber raincoat was covered in thick clods of mud, both inside and out, my trousers were covered in muck and my beautiful yellow wellingtons were buried up to their tops in mud.
"I could feel the mud against my bare feet, the slime caressing my toes and the soles of my feet. I needed some form of footwear quickly. I tried to free my boots, but they were stuck fast, they just wouldn't budge. I was in a quandary. I couldn't get my wellies out of the thick, cloying mud, and even if I could they would be sucked off my feet again pretty quickly. I could continue on my way to get the bag, but I didn't want to do that without something protecting my feet. Who knew what dangers lurked beneath the surface of the mud? There could be pointy sticks, sharp stones, pieces of broken glass, anything. It was just too risky.
"I sighed heartily as I realised that the only way out of my predicament was to track all the way back to the car for a third time in order to collect my waders and a small spade that I kept in the boot in case of getting stuck in snowdrifts in winter. I could then dig out my wellies and wear the waders on my way to get the bag. It would be difficult to travel all the way back with bare feet, but at least I could see what was on the floor, and I could take the shortcut to make the journey a lot quicker. Wearily I set off.
"It wasn't exactly like John McLane in Die Hard, but my feet were more than just a little sore by the time I arrived back in the car park. The gravel path was the bit I really hadn't been looking forward to, but luckily there was a grass verge along its entire length, and that was a lot easier on my poor little tootsies. I had scraped the very worst of the muck off me and washed off a little in the stream. Fortunately the mud slid off my rubber coat fairly easily. The continual driving rain had done a lot to remove what I couldn't, but I was still worried that there would be someone in the car park to see me messed up.
"Thankfully it was still deserted, but I didn't want to tempt fate, so I wasted no time at all in slipping on my waders and grabbing the spade from the boot. In addition I took the sturdy torch with me, tucking it into my raincoat pocket, as the light was already starting to dim. I anticipated having no trouble whatsoever in making my way back to the mud field and resuming the quest for the mysterious red bag. But I was wrong.
"I reached the pond without incident, and had no problem in executing the plan that I had formulated en route regarding the spade; I slung it easily over the dank pool, it landed safely with a clatter on the far bank. I took hold of the rope swing, confident of making my way across after two previously successful attempts. I gripped the handle firmly and swung out. I was overconfident though. And I hadn't factored in two things. Firstly the added weight of the torch, which was not inconsiderable. And secondly the fact that my waders were a lot more unwieldy than my wellies or my bare feet, and moreover didn't have much of a grip on the sole.
"I swung slowly but surely over the scummy surface of the pond, stretched out my legs to get a purchase on the bank... and slipped. I scrambled desperately trying to get a grip on the crumbling earth but I just couldn't do it and the swing was always pulling me back. I clung on to the handle for dear life and ended up swinging back towards were I had started. But I found no relief from the peril there, despite sticking out my leg as far as I could I couldn't reach the near bank at all, I couldn't even touch it with my toe. I swung once more towards the far bank but the diminishing energy of my swing meant that I was unable to have another chance of making a safe landing there.
"I held on and oscillated between the two sides of the pond, a pendulum whose swing was gradually decreasing all the time. Eventually I came to rest, hanging over the middle of the pond and in a dreadful predicament. I was safe for the time being, I could hang on alright. But how could I get out of this? I couldn't climb up the rope, it was too slippery and there was no way I could climb in the waders. I was far too far out to make a jump for either bank. There was nothing within my reach that could help, and there was nothing that I had in my possession that could help.
"The answer was staring me in the face: There was no way out. There was no escape for me, I would have to take a suicide jump into the pond. I could smell the stench more than ever before, it was nasty. I looked down at the horrible gunk that I would soon have to immerse myself in. It looked worse than I remembered, I couldn't even see the water because of the thick covering of algae and other slimy weeds. There were strange bubbles emanating from the depths. I was not looking forward to what I would have to do one bit.
"There was no getting around it however, and there was no sense in needlessly delaying matters. I closed my eyes tightly, held my nose with one had and hoped against hope that the water would be surprisingly shallow and that I would therefore escape relatively unscathed. Then I reluctantly relinquished my hold on the rope swing's handle and dropped.
"I landed with a truly immense splash. Dank, disgusting water being sprayed all over the place, including a few drops on my face and hair. I sank relatively slowly, the filth filled water of the pond offering some resistance to my inevitable downward progress. I sank up to my knees, over my knees, up to my thighs, over the top of my waders. The slimy gunk rushed in spilling down my legs, despoiling my legs, pooling in sloppy reservoirs at my bare feet.
"My progress had slowed, but showed no signs of stopping. The filth rose up over my waist, staining my pretty rubber raincoat, it rose still further. At last I came to a halt, the semi liquid half water half slime coming up to my chest. I was drenched, absolutely drenched in the disgusting mess. I shuddered, revolted by the muck that was running against my body, trapped inside my waders and my waterproof trousers, inside my raincoat and my jacket. I was stunned, I struggled forward, desperately trying to get out of the mire, more mud, filth and slime than water. After what seemed an eternity of torment I finally managed to reach the far bank and scramble on to dry land.
"I stood there, looking down at the ruination that I had become. The stench was unbearable. There was not an inch of my clothes below my chest that was not stained with a grey, slimy silt, with here and there green strands of putrid algae. I took a few experimental steps and experienced a most unpleasant sucking and slurping sensation in the bottom of my waders, they were infested with putrescence. I could probably have soiled myself at that point and not noticed any deterioration in my condition.
"I dragged off my waders and emptied them as best I could. Then I hurriedly ran over to the river, and washed off the worst of the gunk with fresh, clean, pure water. I was still a state, and liable to become worse in the not too distant future given the task ahead of me.
"The night was starting to really close in now and I took out the torch, which, thanks to its being waterproof and possessing a remarkable resilience still worked, or at least it did once I had cleared the sludge off it. Its powerful beam illustrated the two tasks that I had to then perform, freeing my rubber boots from their muddy embrace, and retrieving the mysterious red bag that had been the object of the whole day. I decided on the bag first, I was by that point dying to find out what on earth all my endeavours and trials had been in aid of.
"I gamely slogged out into the morass, sliding and squelching my way along, the mud quickly engulfing my waders up to the knees. I made more progress than my previous attempt, but I soon got bogged down again, my forward progress coming to a virtual stop. I was determined though, and dropped to my hands and knees, feeling the cool stickiness of the muck between my fingers. I was beginning to enjoy myself once more. I slopped forward for about fifty more yards before becoming exhausted, giving up the battle and plonking my entire body straight down in the gunk.
"The mud welcomed me back, oozing around me and seeping inside my outfit. It was cool, but soothing and therapeutic. I couldn't waste time though, and began crawling slowly, inch by inch, gradually making my way towards the prize, every movement causing more mud to work its way into my raingear, underneath my rubber raincoat, into my waterproof trousers, into my waders.
"The journey was extremely enjoyable, and I was almost sad to reach my final destination. At last, I thought, the quest is complete, I have the clue, I have succeeded in the challenge of 'G'. Victory is mine. I fumbled with the bag, trying to open it, my fingers slippy with mud. I managed it, looked inside, here was my goal. It was the scrabble piece I showed you earlier, the one with the 'K' on it.
"It didn't seem much, that tiny piece of plastic. But it meant so much to me after all the effort I had expended in getting it. Finally I had a clue to the identity of 'G', I had a small handle on who he was, he had given up some of his power, lost some of his mysterious aura.
"I tucked it safely back in the bag and returned along the sloppy trench that I had previously managed to plough through the sea of mud. It was but the work of a few moments to dig out my wellies, armed as I was with a proper spade. I knocked off the biggest of the clods of mud and set off back to the car, resolving to hurry as much as was possible. I was not only eager to quit the woods before the onset of total darkness, but also eager to rush home to show my trophy to you.
"I picked up my wellingtons, the spade, the torch and, most important of all, the bag and strode forth. I splashed quickly across the river, considering stopping to clean up but deciding to press on. Apart from time constraints I was rather enjoying walking with mud trapped all around my outfit and every step producing a beautiful squelching sound.
"The next obstacle in my path was one that I hadn't factored in to my plan to simply run to the car and depart faster than Speedy Gonzalez. The pond. How on earth was I to get across with all my stuff? Besides which the rope swing was still hanging in the middle of the pond, way out of reach.
"Screw it, I thought, you've already got dunked, once more wont hurt you. I shut my eyes, gripped tightly to my diverse burdens and jumped as far as possible outwards.
"I landed with an even bigger splash than before, an immense amount of water was thrown up in the air as I landed awkwardly and nearly pitched straight forward. The unspeakable filth quickly, eagerly engulfed me once more, I felt new found revulsion as the muck caressed my vulnerable, trembling body.
"The big initial jump had meant to ensure that I had as little distance to travel across the pond as possible, and I would keep the time I was exposed to the gunk was kept to a minimum. But my plan backfired badly, the force of my landing had caused me to sink quite far into the soft bottom, and my boots were ensnared and it took several minutes of tugging to free myself, several times coming very close to toppling head first into the mire.
"Thankfully I just managed to avoid that fate, and dragged my besmirched, befouled to the other side somehow and climbed out of the disgusting mess. I prepared to rush off to the river that lay ahead of me so that I could just dive in and get myself clean. But just then I made a terrible discovery.
"I performed a quick inventory of the items I was carrying. I was one short. It wasn't just any old item either. It was the red bag that I had lost. There was only one place it could be. I turned around and looked at the foetid pond. It seemed that I was going to go back in. I had no choice. The cheap plastic scrabble piece had become so precious to me in the few short minutes that I had had it in my possession that I just couldn't let it go, even though I could remember the letter inscribed on it perfectly well.
"I dropped my wellies, dropped the spade too and wedged the torch in the branches of a nearby tree so that it illuminated the pond. Under the pale white artificial light its surface had an evil looking sheen to it. What was I doing? Why was I going in to the pit of filth for a third time?
"I put all these sensible thoughts out of my head and waded back into the pond, shuddering as the cold, slimy muck filled water closed over me once again. I sploshed out to where I had landed with my jump, as presumably this was where I had dropped the bag.
"I stood still for a moment in the semi darkness, feeling the indescribably awful muck around me. I looked down at the sewage strewn surface that I was going to have to dive under. At this moment I felt a change come over my mood. I started to enjoy myself. I began to revel in the feelings of being drenched in unspeakable muck, of having it sliding over my beautiful body, having it defiled. I sank, dunking myself totally, feeling the slime covering my hair and my face.
"I delighted in the despoiling of my person, I loved every moment of being under the surface of the gunk, I thrilled at every touch from a strand of weed, a clod of mud or something else that was just too horrible to name. I searched around for the bag, running my hands around in the soft, squishy bottom. But I couldn't find it. My supply of air was beginning to run out.
"I burst out of the slime, flinging my head upwards and gasping huge gulps of air. I got my breath back, examining the destruction of my outfit. There were pockets of disgusting filth everywhere, in every nook and crank, in my waders, under my trousers, under mud rubber raincoat, inside my waterproof jacket. There were strands of putrid weeds draped over my face. And it wasn't over, I had to go back in. I loved it.
"It took me ages to locate the bag. It was like looking for a needle in a haystack, in fact finding a needle in a haystack would probably have been easier. I dived under, surfaced, and dived again, countless times. It was fantastic. I was indistinguishable from the mess, I was a piece of filth myself, I was a one woman orgy of self destruction. I was almost disappointed when my fingers at last closing around my prize. It had taken me fully three quarters of an hour. I was so aroused the whole time"
"Wow," breathed Daisy, wide eyed in amazement at the words of her lover, "that sounds incredible. Was the pond really that bad?"
"Oh yes," said Bess, "unless you saw it you can't imagine was a huge expanse of horrible, disgusting, revolting muck it was. But that was why it was such a great feeling once I submitted to it. I was being reduced to nothing, a piece of dirt, and I loved it."
Daisy had become more and more aroused at the words of her lover and now could restrain herself no longer. She seized Bess' face in her left hand and forced her tongue deep inside her mouth. Bess responded running her face through Daisy's hair, moving her naked body close to hers. They clinched passionately for several minutes before Bess broke off.
"Mmmm..., that was nice," she said dreamily, "but I haven't finished my story yet." Daisy looked disappointed, but she was also longing to hear the conclusion of this extraordinary narrative, so she settled back down and prepared to listen patiently again.
"I dragged myself out of the pit of filth," Bess said as the tale resumed, "I had thought that I had been dirty before, but that was nothing compared to what I had become. I was unrecognizable. You couldn't tell who I was, my face was encrusted with thick muck. My outfit was trashed, you couldn't even tell what I was wearing, and although I was out of the pond I could still feel its disgusting waters trapped against my bare skin, pent up as they were inside my boots and my raingear. Streams of foetid slime ran off me. I was delighted at my complete and utter destruction.
"I couldn't hang around though, I had to get back home and I had to get cleaned up, no matter how much I enjoyed being covered in grot. I gathered my burdens in my arms and staggered through the undergrowth towards the river. Once I arrived I slipped my waders off, put all that I was carrying down and dived headlong into the clean, cool waters.
"The cold hit me like a hammer, and it seemed to reverse my state of mind. I no longer wanted to be a piece of filth, I wanted to be clean again, to be shiny and new. I delighted in the freeing sensation that the water gave as it cleansed me, rinsing away every last piece of mud. I ran my fingers through my hair, scrubbing it, taking away the muck and weeds that had formerly encrusted it.
"I stripped off in the river, letting my naked body be accepted totally by the purifying waters, letting all the filth be washed away. Once I had made myself presentable I proceeded to wash my clothes thoroughly, making sure every square inch was as good as new. Although I was frozen to the bone, not particularly surprising given that I was sitting in an icy river stark naked on a January day with night setting in rapidly, I was still happy. A broad smile spread across my face as the shiny yellow colour of my rubber raincoat was revealed. My smile widened still further as the same process happened to my tall rubber wellingtons, it was like welcoming back two old friends.
"The very moment that all trace of my expeditions into the depths of the putrescent pond had been erased I started to put my things back on. It was a very weird sensation putting on raingear that was soaking wet! I chose to carry my waders and donned my wellies for the trek back to the car. I was cold but clean, and the fast pace with which I almost ran back along the path to the car park brought a rosy glow to my cheeks.
"As I was approaching the car, the torch being an essential aid in lighting my path now I spied something that had somehow managed to evade my interest. Just on the outskirts of the car park was something looked very much like a bona fide mud pit. My curiosity was most definitely piqued. I dumped the waders and the spade in the boot and stashed the red bag in the glove box, then I walked over to investigate further.

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"My suspicions were confirmed. It was a round hole, around two meters in diameter and filled to the brim with mud. It was presumably the by product of some sort of building or landscaping work. I grabbed a nearby fallen branch and stuck it in. Although the branch was long, almost as tall as me it was swallowed right to the top. The mud was just the right consistency, runny, much runnier than the stuff that made up the sea of mud, that was a bit too stiff and unyielding.
"I suddenly felt very naughty. The pit looked so enticing, and although it was dark, it wasn't going to get very much darker. I glanced around the car park. It was deserted, no one would see me. It wasn't too far to the river either, where it would be the work or but five minutes to clean up again.
"I looked down at my rubber raincoat, clean now after all its abuses still gleaming brightly despite the lack of illumination. I stared at my wellies, pristine, then I turned my gaze to the mud, enticing me. It was no contest really. I held my breath and jumped.
"There wasn't so much a splash on landing, more of a dull, wet splat. I sank slowly but surely. The first I felt of the mud was when it came over the tops of my rubber boots and started running down sloppily inside. The mud seemed warm after the cold of the river water, warm and inviting. It oozed up over my legs, running up inside and outside my trousers, up to my crotch, which caused me to gasp as the stickiness flooded my private areas. It engulfed my raincoat and waterproof jacket, it cradled my breasts. Eventually I was left standing in deep, sloppy mud up to my neck. It was lovely and soothing.
"I relaxed for a few minutes, just standing there revelling the feelings of the wonderful slime oozing into every crevice of my outfit, caressing my body. It was probably the best mud I'd ever been in, it was just right, runny but still thick enough to feel like proper slime. The consistency was smooth as anything, no grit, no lumps, just perfect. I knew I had made the right decision to jump into it.
"I ducked my head below the surface, the gunge embracing my face, running into my ears and staining my hair. I stayed under for as long as I could before surfacing. I filled the hood of my raincoat to the brim, then giggled as I pulled it on and the mess streamed down my long blonde hair. I rubbed the mud in, shampooing my hair with mud, making sure it got well and truly coated.
"I jumped up and down and splashed about in the mud with my hands, sending sprays of dirt all over. I writhed about in ecstasy, overcome with the heady emotions that the pit had induced in me. The feelings of the mud trapped against me, ruining the perfection of my protective rubber outfit, making a mockery of their efforts to keep my safe and dry. I felt like a little girl being naughty and playing in the mud in her wellies and raincoat. It was delicious. I made sure every last bit of my raingear was covered, I even filled the pockets of my raincoat with mud,
"I lost all track of time totally while I was in the slop, I played on in abandon. Suddenly I was brought back to earth with a bump. The sounds were very faint when I first heard them, but they were unmistakeable. It was the steady crunch, crunch of footsteps on gravel. I was in shock. Someone was coming!" Daisy gasped in horror at this latest twist.
"What did you do?" she asked.
"I froze," replied Bess, "I didn't move. My mind was racing though, what could I do? The person sounded quite a way away, I would have plenty of time to reach the car. I sprang into action, hauling myself desperately out of the mud pit, it was difficult given the weight of the slop trapped against my body, but eventually I managed it and scrambled to my feet.
"My calculations about the person's estimated time of arrival were wrong, very wrong. There was a man in the car park and he was looking right at me. He was wearing a long coat and a trilby pulled down low over his eyes. He had a huge bushy moustache and oddly, even though it was basically nighttime by then, was wearing a pair of sunglasses.
"I felt embarrassed, frightened. There was no reason for me to be standing there covered in mud. I was wearing nothing under my raingear either, I felt vulnerable in my nakedness for the first time in a long time. Although there was no way he could have known, I was certain that he did somehow, that he realised my strange choice of attire. And he obviously must realise that I had been playing in the mud. After all, the pit was in the middle of nowhere, it wasn't as if I could have fallen in accidentally, it had to have been deliberate.
"I stood stock still for a second like a rabbit caught in the headlights. Then the flight response took hold. I made a dash for the car, but it turned out more like a wobble with all the mess weighing me down. Every step was accompanied my a wet, slurping, squelching sound from the gunge in my wellies that seemed to be the loudest noise in the world at that moment, and caused my cheeks to burn with shame.
"It was only about fifty yards to the car, but it seemed more like fifty miles. I tried to keep my head down, but for some reason I couldn't tear my gaze away from his. He didn't move, and as far as I could gauge from what I could see of his face he seemed more interested than outraged or bewildered.
"At last I reached my vehicle and wrenched open the door. It was a good job that I'd had the foresight to put down the plastic sheets beforehand, otherwise we would have been left with a quite considerable cleaning bill. I fumbled for the keys which I had left in the glove box. It took ages to find them. Then I hurriedly rammed them into the ignition, turned them, revved the engine and drove off as if I was being chased by wild horses.
"Since I had been interrupted I hadn't had any chance at all of cleaning myself up. It's a very interesting sensation to try to drive whilst wearing wellington boots full to their brims with sloppy mud. I don't thing it's exactly recommended in the Highway Code either. I went along at a very slow, very steady pace, forcing myself to be careful, even though I desperately wanted to get back home as possible. I wanted to show you my prize and to tell you my tale, and do one other thing. I've shown you the letter. I've told you the tale. Now it's time for that other thing..."
Daisy knew exactly what she meant. Her head was full of images that had been conjured up by her lover's words. Bess was dreamy with the memories of a quite remarkable day. Daisy began to massage her breasts with her hands, kneading them tenderly and lovingly. They kissed deeply, tongues intertwining.
That night was the most exciting night that they had enjoyed for some time.

That's it for now. Stay tuned for the second challenge.

On a side note, I wonder if I'm the first person to discover that the forum has a ten thousand word limit.

[captain sensible]

I'm going to have to come back to this when i've got a bit more free time so I can read it properly, but for now I wanted to say wow, this is quite a piece of work!

On a side note, I wonder if I'm the first person to discover that the forum has a ten thousand word limit.

I should think you are! For some of us, finding ten entertaining words can be a struggle...

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The second challenge arrives...


The two blonde lovers had most definitely been jerked out of their rut. The spice that the challenges of 'G' had given their relation was welcome indeed, there was a lot less tension between them and a new found sense of security between them. On the one hand life was a lot more interesting now,especially the nights, but on the other hand the humdrum activities that they performed from day to day had become even more dull as they waited for the next bit of messy excitement that would come their way.
Daisy found that the tasks that she performed at the department store, not hugely stimulating at the best of times, had taken on added layers of tedium. She worked every day in a haze of ennui, longing for the time to go home. It didn't help that several of her colleagues had come down with severe bouts of flu and she had to take on extra shifts as a result. Her job, already tedious, was now endless.
Bess liked being a teacher, it was a profession that she enjoyed, that she was well suited to and that she excelled at. However, just recently she had been lumbered far too often with the unenviable task of looking after gaggles of unruly, misbehaving first years which tried her patience severely. On top of that she had been forced to assign a long piece of creative writing to all her students due to a directive from Mr. Brown. Piles of marking accumulated, exercise books full of misspellings and bad grammar.
They were both longing for the weekend and the messy delights it would surely bring. Every day that passed seemed like ten, but at last it was Friday night. The pair decided to go to bed early, like children on Christmas Eve wishing the morning to come sooner. Despite this ploy neither of then got much sleep for one reason or another. They were both up at the crack of dawn though, excited that the day they had been longing for had finally arrived.
The two blondes were down in the kitchen so early that they had made breakfast, eaten it and cleared all the things away by the time that the clock had reached half past six. They sat silently at the table, both tense with anticipation. Daisy drummed her fingers nervously on the table top. Both of them avoided each other's gaze.
Suddenly Bess leapt to her feet and stared fixedly out of the window for a second. She had spied the arrival of the postman, he had just ridden merrily up on his bicycle and it looked like he had some deliveries to make at their house. Bess practically ran to the front door, wrenched it open and hurried out of it. The postie had only just begun to amble down the garden path when she reached him. After the barest minimum of pleasantries she Virtually ripped the post from his hand and rushed back up the path to Daisy.
She plonked herself down at the table once more and began rifling through the letters, ruthlessly discarding all but the very last one. She examined this one closely for a minute, then held it aloft in triumph.
"Here it is!" she cried, "the instructions from 'G'! It's addressed to you. It looks rather strange as well." Daisy took the missive from her. She was not wrong.
The letter was identifiable as being from 'G' by the now familiar spidery writing. however, rather than the standard blue biro it was now inscribed in a dark red ink, probably intended to give the illusion that it was written in blood. The envelop itself was matt black and decorated with pictures of white, grinning skulls.
"Spooky," commented Daisy dryly as she opened the letter up. The paper inside was as black as the envelope and was written in the same blood red ink as the address. She examined the text closely.
"Dear Daisy," the note began, "it is now time for my second challenge and you must be the one to perform it. But beware, it is a most terrifying task. You will be chilled to the bone.
"You must travel to the old abandoned amusement park on the outskirts of town, I am sure that you are familiar with it. Do not be frightened to be in this deserted and often dangerous place as you will be being watched over by a protective spirit. Once you are there seek out the Haunted House. Your prize lies within, but beware, you will be sorely tried within.
"Be not there before the clock has struck seven bells.
"Yours diabolically,
"'G'"
Daisy drank this in. It was somewhat strange, like the beginning of a bad eighties slasher film. But this wouldn't be a strange guy with a knife, this would be a stranger with a custard pie most likely.
"Looks intriguing," she said, passing the note to Bess who devoured it avidly.
"Interesting," she replied, "I can imagine what sot of stuff will be in that Haunted House."
"So can I", said Daisy. There pairs' eyes met and they smoldered at each other for a few moments.
"Of course," she continued, "I've got quite a long wait ahead of me. What are we going to do to kill time?" Bess looked at her. She was clad only in a very thin silk Japanese style wrap.
"Oh I'm sure I can think of a few things..." she said as she gently pulled on the cord of the wrap.

Daisy drove slowly up to the old abandoned fairground feeling very nervous indeed. The neighbourhood wasn't the worst in town, but it wasn't totally salubrious either. She drew up outside the gate and parked. She made very sure indeed to lock the door and set the alarm after she got out. She stood and looked at where she was headed. The decaying development looked frightening, the broken down rollercoaster silhouetted starkly against the moonlight sky. She had a torch with her but there seemed no need for it, the moon was so bright.
Daisy hadn't dressed up for the excursion. She had on skinny blue jeans and a black, low cut top that revealed a nice amount of cleavage. On her feet were thick pink and white stripy socks and ballet slipper, also in pink. The night was mild enough to do without a coat. She approached the huge rusty gates. On of them was wedged open. She gulped and walked inside, taking small, uncertain steps forward, glancing from side to side, not wanting to be taken unawares.
Despite her fears she was not accosted or assaulted. There were grass and weeds growing everywhere on the paths and all the buildings were ramshackle and unkempt. It was an eerie place. Daisy whipped her head around suddenly. Were they bats that she had just glanced in the corner of her eye? She pulled herself together, this wasn't any time to be going to pieces. She knew that she was safe, she was being protected, at least according to the letter.
It did not take her too long to find the Haunted house that was her destination, the theme park was small and didn't have many rides, which was probably the reason that it closed. Daisy stood in front of the large, looming building and looked up at it. It had been designed to look creepy when it was newly built, and now after years of decay it was even more frightening. The door was a big wooden one. It looked mysterious, threatening even. The hairs stood up on the back of Daisy's neck. She most definitely did not want to go through that door.
she assumed that there were wet and messy things lurking inside and not anything else, not anything more sinister. But how did she know? She had come here on the instruction of a very odd looking letter sent by a man she'd never met. What if this 'G' turned out to be some kind of psychopath? What if he was hiding in there dressed as his dead mother waiting to knife her? Come to think of it the place did bare a striking resemblance to Norman Bate's house.
No, no, the idea was just too ridiculous for words. She laughed at herself for being so foolish. She giggled out loud, the mirth causing things to look a lot less ominous herself to be a lot less scared. Sploshing is basically a form of slapstick, she thought to herself, nothing frightening or dangerous. She looked again at the Haunted House and it seemed almost funny now, like it belonged as part of the set of some cheesy, laughable Hammer Horror film. A smile spread across her face and she strode onward purposely towards the door and pushed it open firmly.
Daisy found herself in a dark hallway with four doors leading off it. The room was unfurnished and there was too little light for her to examine her surroundings in detail, which was probably for the best. She kept thinking that she heard the feint squeaking of rats, but decided that it must be her overactive imagination. She moved to the centre of the room. Some strange crackling sounds beneath her feet caused her to pull up sharply at one point, fearing that she was re-enacting the insect scene in Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom, but it was only a few old dried leaves.
Daisy stood in the centre of the room for a minute or so, uncertain of what to do next. no instruction came, no mysterious ghostly voice, so she decided that she must have to explore the house for herself. The four doors looked pretty much alike, so she picked the nearest one to her and walked in.
She found herself in an even more dimly lit room than the one she had left. It was small and dingy, and it didn't seem that there was anything in there. Getting in to a detective mood she decided to make a reasonably thorough examination so that she did not miss anything. Daisy was bent over in order to study the floor more closely. It had diverse bits of minor detritus, old flies for the Haunted House ride, twigs and leaves that had been blown in, but nothing of any significance.
As she proceeded in this was she suddenly got a creepy feeling. She was convinced, not due to anything she cloud put her finger on, but due to some sixth sense, that someone was standing behind her. She felt uneasy, what was she to do? She was on the point of whirling around and confronting whoever it was when she felt the waistband of her jeans being pulled out. She was outraged, but not as much as when she felt a cool, disgustingly slimy substance slide down her lower back and into her knickers, coming to rest between the cheeks of her bottom. She stiffened up and screamed. The feeling was unmistakable. Egg! An egg had been poured down the back of her knickers! She whirled around, but all she was greeted by was the sight of the door slamming shut with a loud bank. The sharp movement was a mistake,it caused the yolk of the egg to burst and add further stickiness to her torment.
Right, she thought to herself, I'm going to get to the bottom of all this! Bottom was the word. Hers was coated further and further by every step she took back to the hallway, it was horrible, she could feel the mess oozing all around her pants, squidging and even working its way into more intimate places. Daisy made absolutely no attempt to clean up though, she just kept on going. She crossed the hall and entered the door that lay directly opposite. This read to a room that was the twin of the one she had just left and it was similarly empty. She made a brief examination, being a lot more cautious, but not cautious enough.
The back of her top was pulled out by her unseen assailant and another egg poured down her neck. She didn't even try to turn round this time, she heard the door slam as the gloopy slime trickled agonizingly down her back leaving a gungy trail in its wake. It slowly and gently reached her lower back and down to join its friend around her bottom.
Dammit! she thought, he's got me again! She swivelled around and rushed out into the hall, she was annoyed at being got the better of, though she didn't really mind that much about the eggs. There were two doors left, one that looked like it led to a side room like the others and one that probably led further into the depths of the Haunted House. She chose the side door in order to be thorough.
The room was small, badly lit and empty, just as she had expected. She crept slowly in, on high alert, ready for anything, she heard the slightest of noises behind her, she spun round at top speed, certain that she had bested her opponent. All that she was greeted by was the sight of and egg splatting into her face, blinding her and smothering her whole face with sticky mess.
Touche, she thought to herself as the eggy slime dripped slowly and comically dripping off her face and plopping onto the floor. She didn't let herself get disheartened and determined to seek out what was hidden behind the last door. She went out into the hall, then opened the final door, egg sliding all over her bottom, her back and her face, which she had made no effort to clean off.
As she had anticipated, the room she found herself in was bigger that the others, and had a door on the opposite wall. it was just as empty and deserted than the others, but seemed slightly cleaner, and had a much higher ceiling. In fact it was so high that she couldn't even make it out. As she stared upwards straining to try to see the top of the room she saw something falling towards her. Before she could react and dodge she was hit square in the face by an egg, obviously from a reasonably great height as it impacted on her beautiful face, despoiling it further with a huge splash.
Daisy had no sooner lowered her head and started clearing the gunk from her eyes than another egg hit her on her head, splatting on her long golden hair, then a second, then a third, it was like her hair was being given an eggy shampoo. Suddenly it was raining eggs, the splattered down onto her shoulders, her jeans, down into her cleavage, down her back.
Daisy realised that she had been well beaten, but she didn't want to give her opponent the satisfaction of seeing her run for cover. Instead she held her head high and kept posture erect, then she walked slowly and stiffly towards the door on the far wall. Little bombs of gunge rained down on her body all the time, when she eventually reached the door and went through it, escaping from the deluge, she looked like she'd been dive bombed by chickens. There were eggs on her top, on her jeans, on her head and arms, she had been well and truly egged.
Daisy found herself standing in a long and narrow corridor with a low ceiling. It was slightly better lit than the bits of the Haunted House that she had seen so far as there were a series of lights sending circular pools of illumination down on the floor. She could see no end to the corridor, but she gamely set of down it anyway. The overhead bulbs were fairly dim, they threw out mere islands of light in the sea of darkness.
Daisy walked cautiously on for about twenty yards before being abruptly stopped. She seemed to have bumped into this air, but when she put her hands out she could feel that the obstacle was in fact a screen made of clear Perspex blocking her path. This puzzled her, there was nowhere else she could go in the house, what she supposed to do? She turned round and tried to return, but found her path blocked by another screen that had obviously slid down silently behind her. She was trapped!
She hammered on the plastic walls but they were too thick for Daisy to budge them. She kept on beating her fists against them though, she was outraged, and also more than a little scared by her imprisonment. A rumbling sound came from beneath her. She glanced down at the floor. That's odd, she thought to herself, there are all these holes in the floor. She didn't wonder for long though, as pretty soon a semi liquid off white goo started oozing out of the holes. It spread in a thin layer all around the ground, then became pent up by the Perspex walls.
AS soon as the goo seeped up over her cute little ballet shoes she recognised what it was. It was ice cream! Half melted ice cream! She squealed at the cold, it might have been war enough to become liquid, but Daisy still found it freezing as the gunge crept over her feet. She began hopping to foot, cringing at the feeling of the mess seeping inside her pretty shoes, soaking them. The icy pudding continued its relentless march upwards, the bottoms of her jeans were engulfed, then before she knew it she was up to her knees.
She had to stop shifting her feet as it was causing too much splashing. The upward flow showed no sign of stopping as it crept up her thighs and she just had to stand there and let it happen, there was nothing she could do. She shivered uncontrollably, her wonderful, vulnerable body quivering most delectably. Daisy squealed in a high pitched voice, and broke out into a full blown scream as the ice cream reached her crotch and flowed inside her pants.
She wailed in horror, she was helpless, trapped as the chilling pudding encroached up her middle, then enveloping her breasts. When would this freezing torture stop? Would she be entirely submerged. It was up to her neck, she was standing on her tiptoes, desperately trying to prevent her head going under. The flow of ice cream stopped. At last, thought Daisy with relief, but it was a small respite. She was still trapped in a plastic box and was covered up to her neck in cold, freezing cold ice cream.
Daisy stood there on tip toes, unable to free herself from her predicament for what seemed like an eternity but in reality was probably only around thirty or forty seconds. Then, to her immense relief the flood of sloppy pudding started to recede as swiftly and as mysteriously as it came from. A deep rumbling, gurgling sound came from the floor as the ice cream disappeared down the holes. As the tide flowed out it left in its wake a girl totally drenched from her neck down to the tips of her pretty little shoes in creamy coloured slime that was chilling her to the bone.
As soon as the ice cream had fully disappeared the Perspex walls that had been trapping her also slid down into the floor and out of view with a quiet mechanical hissing sound. All she could think of doing for about a minute was shivering. The intense cold had numbed her senses, all she could feel was the icy gunge still trapped against her body by her ruined outfit.
Suddenly she had an idea and tore off her top, then hurriedly wriggled out of her jeans and ripped off her shoes and wooly socks. She then wasted no time in using her hands, which she could barely feel at that point, to scrape off the remaining splodges of ice cream still sticking to her. That was better, she thought, I'm finally free of the stuff. Daisy wiped of one small lump of ice cream that was obstinately clinging to her flat, bare stomach and jigged up and down, hopping from one leg to the next, desperately trying to generate some warmth.
It might be expected that her rather plain, casual outward dress might be replicated in her choice of undergarments. However, this was most certainly not the case. Her hurried striptease had revealed a most delectable lingerie ensemble adorning Daisy's pert, lithe body. The explanation for this was that when she had been preparing to go out that night she had been pretty sure that she was going to get messy, and afterwards have a nice bit of fun with her lover Bess that night. She had therefore decided to dress for practicality on the outside, but for the bedroom on the inside.
Her underwear was constructed of red lace. The bra managed to be rather skimpy but still cantilevered to show off her bosom to marvelous effect, pushing her breasts up and out. The panties were skimpy, only a thin strip of material bisecting her round, peachy cheeks. She had also put on scarlet stockings, fishnets complete with suspenders and suspender belt.
The whole ensemble was ravishingly beautiful, the effect of the lingerie accented rather than detracted from by the residual stains of egg and ice cream. As the warmth and vigour returned the stunning blonde looked down at herself and liked what she saw. She tossed her hair behind her, the shine of the drying egg flashing in light, and sashayed on down the corridor.
Daisy found that she didn't need to walk for very long before reaching what looked like a dead end. The corridor ended at what seemed at first glance to be a blank wall, but closer inspection revealed a very small door tucked away in the left hand corner. It was tiny, barely a couple of feet wide and less than three feet tall. What was this, Daisy wondered to herself, Alice in Wonderland. She looked around her, half expecting to find a cake with 'eat me' emblazoned upon it.
Such an item was unforthcoming, however, and she realised that squeezing through this small portal was the only way forward. She pulled its appropriately miniature handle and swung the door open. Behind it was a tunnel stretching off into the distance. the rest of the Haunted house had been dark and poorly lit, but this was almost complete darkness. Daisy felt her nervousness returning. She Would be almost totally blind once she entered, there was no way that she'd be able to see what was coming. Then she thought back to what she'd already experienced in the house. She hadn't seen the ice cream coming, and that had been fun in the main, a bit cold buy still good slimy fun. The eggs as well, she hadn't seen those coming at all and those ah definitely been enjoyable.
Daisy came to realise that not knowing what was up ahead was something to be excited about rather than afraid off. All that was going to happen to her was some mess, and she didn't exactly object to that. Eagerly she dropped to all fours and began to crawl slowly forward. Gradually her semi naked body disappeared into the opening, her bottom wiggling most seductively and vulnerably in the air. The door clanged shut behind her, and suddenly Daisy was surrounded by darkness.
She paused for a moment to take stock of her situation. It didn't seem to bad actually. The tunnel was dry and smooth, there was no risk of her inadvertently injuring herself. The ceiling was relatively high as well, she could crawl on all fours quite comfortably without risk of banging her head against the ceiling.
She inched forward, creeping her way along for ten or twenty yards. Then all of a sudden she was stopped in her tracks. A messy, disgustingly slimy substance impacted on her back. She arched it and squealed as the slop spread over her bare skin. once she got over the initial shock she settled back to enjoy the sensation.. The slime spread over her back before splatting off onto the floor. It was cool, but not as icy as she'd recently experienced, and she could tell that there were lumps in it. Daisy grabbed a handful of the gunk in her hand and brought it up to her face so that she could examine what it was. Just as she had suspected, baked beans, awesome.
It had only been a small amount that had been poured on her and she stayed where she was expecting more, longing for more. None came however.
"Aww," she said out loud for the benefit of the unseen Master of the Haunted House,"that's no fun."Reluctantly she resumed her forward progress. Her wish for more punishment soon granted, a further cash of beans splatted down on to her head she grinned to herself, she would obviously be rewarded for making progress, and kept travelling even as the orangey mess slid over her blonde hair and dripped down her face.
She was brought up sharply by the impacting right on to the inviting cheeks of her perfect behind. She squealed and stuck her pert bottom even further into the air. this felt different to what she'd been dunked with before, and she reached her hand out to grab a handful to investigate. it turned out to be spaghetti in sauce. Lovely. The thin strands felt wonderful as they slipped and slid over her bare, tender skin.
Once Daisy had gotten used to the feeling she moved on quickly, hoping for more. It didn't come though, much to her disappointment, though she did notice that the tunnel she was in started to curve downwards slightly. The decline increased, it was really quite steep no. The floor was smooth and offered little purchase,besides which her body was rather slippery due to the various substances that had been poured on to it.
she tried her best to keep a grip on the floor and to keep her balance, but eventually the inevitable happened and she slipped, tumbled forward and ended up sliding head first, hurtling towards oblivion.
Daisy screamed as she fell, but she didn't scream for long, as pretty soon she had a soft landing. Wish an absolutely enormous splash she crashed into a huge gunge tank full to the brim with thick, yellow slime. She plunged under the surface, getting a big mouthful of gunge as she went. Instantly she was covered, totally immersed in the goo, feeling it close against her skin, and revelling in the sensations of her sexy lingerie, her stockings and suspenders receiving a complete soaking. She loved it, this was the first real mess she'd experienced since she was gunged in her pvc catsuit at the Halloween party and it had been far too long in her opinion.
She forgot all about the fact that she was supposed to be on a quest, and surrendered her young body to the slime for several minutes, idling, floating around in the impressively large box shaped tank. Eventually she came down from her goo induced high, stood up in the tank and took stock of her surroundings. She was in a large room, that unlike any of the others in the Haunted House she had been in was partly furnished. One corner of the room was tiled and there was a showerhead affixed to the wall. Good, thought Daisy, I'll be able to get clean before I leave.
In the opposite corner of the room stood something of great interest to her. A 'stone' (more probably painted polystyrene) stone had upon it a (hopefully artificial) skull, and on the top of that was a red bag, recognisable from Bess' story as the object of her challenge. Daisy struggled to heave herself out of the gunge tank, and stood on the linoleum floor, the fantastic curves of her semi naked boy not disguised by its slimy coating, and little blobs of goo dripping off her and spotting onto the ground.
She wasted no time in striding over to the skull, a trail of yellow footprints being left in her wake. She hurriedly opened up the bag and gazed wide eyed at her treasure. It was an ordinary scrabble piece,just like the one Bess had found, but this one contained the letter R. She held the find aloft, her mind buzzing with the myriad possibilities and clues that this simple piece of plastic gave her. There was little time for such considerations now though, time was getting on and she must hasten back to her home and to Bess.
She addressed her attention to the shower in the corner. Much as she had enjoyed her dunking, and much as she loved her current coating of slime, but a shower would be most welcome at this point. She traipsed over to the tiled corner of the room and looked around for its controls. These were rather less than apparent however. She searched in vain before finally noticing a little handwritten sign placed on top of a cardboard box slightly over to the right. She examined this, it said:
"No doubt you wish to clean yourself, and well you might. however the shower is in my control, and one final twist must be accomplished before I give you what you desire. Only the fully clothed may be showered in this Haunted House."
This puzzled Daisy somewhat. She was clearly not naked. But then, she supposed, she wouldn't be classed as fully clothed in her lingerie and suspenders suspenders anywhere outside of a Benny Hill sketch. She decided to investigate the box. She opened it and groaned. Contained within were her clothes, her top and jeans, her socks and shoes as well. Their condition hadn't improved much since she had abandoned them in the corridor, they were still soaked in ice cream.
Daisy was in a quandary: Did she leave and drive home as she was, semi naked and covered in eggs, beans, spaghetti and a liberal coating of lurid yellow gunge, or did she have a nice, cleansing shower, but one that was only obtainable after performing a truly excruciating task. she debated the situation. She really didn't want to leave here without some sort of clean up, the car journey took her through several built up areas and although she had put down the plastic sheeting on the seats, this wouldn't be any use in preventing some passer by looking in the car and seeing her driving around in her bra and panties and covered in slime.
he looked down at the dripping pile of clothes. They looked very unappealing. Then suddenly a change started to come across her. She recognised it as similar to the effect that Bess had described when she told the story of her diving in the foetid pond. She wanted to pull on the clothes, she wanted to be chilled, she wanted to experience the horrible agonies. The fact that she didn't have to do it made it an even more desirable thing to do.
Daisy started with the socks. She slid her delicate, fishnetted foot into the sodden scrap of material. The very first touch of her big toe against the cold food sent a convulsive shiver all the way up and down her spine. She hated it, she loved it, ad there was more to come. She pulled the sock on fully, then the next one, then pulled on her cute little ballet shoes. She was willingly doing the horrible task, but she still wasn't hanging around. She did take a couple of moments to wiggle her feet in the freezing cold slime, enjoying the feeling of it squidging around her shoes.
There were only two items of clothing to go, but they were both big ones. Which should she choose first? She decided on the jeans. She held the legs of the trousers open and considered. They felt heavy. There was no way that this was going to be pleasant, she might as well get it over it. She plunged one of her shapely pins down into the jeans, then did the same with her other leg and pulled them up to her waist. Wow, this was really cold, it was worse than when she was originally getting covered in the stuff. She jumped up and down, flapping her arms about, desperately trying to warm herself up somehow. And it was about to get worse, she was beginning to regret her decision to go down this route, but part of her was revelling in her self imposed icy, messy torture.
Daisy realised that the quicker she completed her task the better, so she stopped quivering uselessly and grabbed her shirt and pulled it on over her head. This was a whole new level of freezing. The thin, saturated material clung to her bare, goose pimpled skin tightly, much more tightly than the denim jeans had. At this point she had managed to complete her challenge, and it might be expected that she would have dashed over to the shower without delay. However the side of her mind that was enjoying this took over, and she decided to be a little bit sadistic. She waited around, walking to each corner of the room in turn, walking slowly, feeling her ice cream saturated clothing sliding and oozing most horribly over her tense, freezing clod body.
Finally she could stand it no more and rushed over to the shower and yelled:
"OK, turn on the bloody water!" Her invisible master obviously heard her desperate plea and without delay activated the shower. Daisy had been expecting a release from her self imposed torture, she was expecting a warm, soothing flow. It didn't come. From the showerhead there came a torrent of the most cold, icy, freezing water she had ever experienced. It hit her with the force of a train, the unexpected shock caused her to scream at ear splitting volume, all the breath being forced out of her body.
She quivered, shivered and gasped desperately for air, her entire system had shut down to the intense cold. All her brain could think about was the temperature, she couldn't move apart from trembling. Eventually she managed to regain control of her senses and recover from the shock. Her mind was blown by what she was experiencing, she was in a new, quantum state of half pleasure half pain.
Daisy forced her numb arms to work, wiping the worst of the slime that she was covered in off her body. As soon as the main patches of gunk had disappeared she cut her losses and ran for the door. She wrenched it open and found herself outside in the open air, obviously in an alley around the side of the Haunted House. She didn't stop running until she had flown through the amusement park, out to the road and into her car, where she immediately grabbed the controls of the car heater, cranking it up to the max.
It was a long way home, and she only really started to feel warm by the time she pulled into her own street.

All the time that Daisy had been out Bess had been waiting for her anxiously. She had tried doing some marking, but that had gone out of the window pretty quickly, her mind just wasn't in it. She had settled down to sitting in the kitchen drinking endless cups of tea and biting her thumb.
As soon as the doorbell rang she leapt to her feet and dashed to the door, flung it open and greeted her lover with enthusiasm.
"Daisy! You're back!" she exclaimed, then took in her appearance, which was disheveled to say the least, "you look a sight!" Her lover smiled a little wearily, her exertions that night had taken a lot out of her.
"This is me after I've cleaned up," she said with a tired grin.
"Wow," replied Bess, "you must tell me all about it, come on in." Daisy hesitated.
"I'm a mess," she said, "I need to go around the back and strip off like you did."
"No, no," said Bess with a triumphant smile, "you can come in this way." She stepped aside and with a flourish revealed her latest wheeze. For the famous the red carpet is rolled out, but for Daisy that night her lover had rolled out the plastic carpet. She stepped over the threshold and walked down the hallway. Bess had been thorough, the roll of protective sheeting led all the way upstairs... and into the bedroom.
"Ta dah" said Bess once they were both inside the room, "I thought that you might possibly come back in a less than squeaky clean state, and I thought that it might be quite nice to get you up here straight away."
"How thoughtful," said Daisy. The two girls faced each other. Lust was in both their eyes. Slowly they approached each other, their minds filling with imaginings of what the night could bring. Their lips met, their tongues mingled. The two kissed for a couple of minutes before Daisy broke away.
I've just thought of a great game that we could play," she said seductively.
"What, what is it?" asked Bess, intrigued and aroused.
"Well," continued Daisy, "why don't we play a little something called 'What Have I been Gunged With Today?'"
"Good idea," breathed Bess, "though I think I'll have to examine you pretty thoroughly though."
"Yes you will, very thoroughly indeed." The two blondes were both excited and turned on by this development, and Bess wasted no time running her hands over Daisy's top and jeans, paying very special attention to her breasts and her bottom.
"Well it's obvious that you've ben slimed in ice cream," she said.
"Correct," replied her lover, "I've been up to my neck in it."
"That must have been cold."
"Yes, but I think you'll agree that I'm hot now."
"Oh indeed," said Bess as she continued her examination, but no more clues could be found. She resolved to investigate more deeply. She slowly and seductively slipped off Daisy's top, then slid her gently and tenderly out of her stained jeans. Then she stood back and admired greatly Daisy's slim, beautiful young body, lithe and firm and so wonderfully adorned by the lacy red underwear and fishnet stockings and suspenders. She was aflame with passion at the sight of the sexy body that was all hers.
"Gunge, yellow coloured," she said, adding a second item to her list of substances that had been flung at Daisy that night.
"Right."
"Baked beans."
"Right."
"Spaghetti in sauce."
"That's right, you've only got one more to find." Bess moved her eyes and her hands all over Daisy's tender skin, her touch producing electrified emotions in her lover.
"I cant find it," she said.
"Mmmm," moaned Daisy, enjoying the searching that was going on, "keep looking." She kissed Bess' on the neck lightly and wrapped her arms around her. Bess continued running her probing fingers over her body. All of a sudden she had an idea. She pulled out the thin, lacy panties and found her prize, in more senses than one.
"Egg," was all that she said before moving her snaking tongue towards where her eyes were gazing. Daisy could do nothing but merely moan assent.

[qdaved]

Here's the third challenge, I keep on churning it out.

A pattern had been established, the routine of the working week dragged on and on, then the excitement of the weekend enlivened the existence of the two blonde lovers. Not that the time lying between Monday morning and Friday evening was entirely without interest of course. The nights in particular were rather enjoyable. Nevertheless, Daisy and Bess were both looking forward to the next weekend immensely.
In contrast to the previous week, when Friday night at last rolled around the pair had no trouble whatsoever in drifting off to sleep, probably due to their nighttime gymnastics over the previous few days. Even though a touch of exhaustion was beginning to set in (in fact Bess had very nearly fallen asleep in one of her classes, an incident that amused her students no end) they were both up and raring to go at the crack of dawn on Saturday morning.
They sat together at the kitchen table, both of them staring intently out of the window, staking out their own front garden in anticipation of the arrival of the postman. They waited and they waited. Bess got up and made herself another cup of tea. She didn't touch it however once it was ready, it merely sat on the kitchen table cooling, cooling until it was stone cold.
The postman did not come. They waited until noon, by which time they were both nervous wrecks. Was there a postal strike on that day? It hadn't been mentioned on the news. What could have happened to the letter from 'G'? Where could it be?
"It doesn't look like it's coming," said Daisy at last.
"I think you're right," agreed Bess with a very heavy heart, "any letter would have arrived hours ago."
"What could have gone wrong?" asked Daisy, with a tone of wounded puzzlement.
"I don't think anything has gone wrong," replied Bess with a resigned voice, "I think that it's just whatever 'G' has planned it can't be ready until tomorrow. We're just going to have to wait until Sunday."
If the working days of the week had seemed to go slowly, then that Saturday was truly glacial. At least when the pair were at work they had things to do, things to occupy there minds. The first day of the weekend, however, was a desert of listless inactivity.
At last, however, the long hours of boredom came to an end. They both slept well that night, the nervous energy that they had they expended during the daytime serving to tire them out completely.
It was around seven o'clock when Daisy resumed her vigil at the kitchen table. Bess went one better, and decided to stand out at the garden gate. As soon as the postman hove in to view a huge smile spread across her face, she was certain that the man had something for her. She stared fixedly as he approached, frequently taking detours to put some letters through the boxes of Daisy and Bess' neighbours. It took fully ten minutes for him to reach their door, he walked up to Bess, gave her a friendly smile - and carried on past.
Bess' beaming grin changed instantly to on look of shock. What was going on? She hailed the postie.
"Hey!" she cried, "don't you have anything for us?" The man turned round, a little startled, people were not generally in the habit of questioning him this way.
"Number twenty-six?" he enquired as he sorted through a pile of post.
"Yes, that's right," said Bess anxiously.
"No, sorry," said the postman apologetically, "I haven't got anything for you today. You could ring up the sorting office if you want to check if there's anything there." Bess thanked the postman in the most perfunctory manner possible, and practically ran inside to follow his suggestion. She drew a blank there too however.
"What are we going to do?" asked Daisy, "what if the letter's gotten lost in the post?"
"Then it doesn't look good," replied Bess in a despairing voice, "not only do we not get to do this challenge but if we dont show then 'G' might assume that we're no longer playing and stop sending us further challenges."
"Oh no," wailed Daisy, joining her lover in her slump of gloom, "we've no way to contact him either." The two wallowed in their misery for several minutes before Bess brightened up somewhat.
"But on the other hand," she said in a slightly more optimistic tone, "we don't know for certain that 'G' was going to send us anything today. We've just assumed that he would be setting us a challenge this weekend. Maybe he'll contact us next weekend, or even during the week."
"That's true," agreed Daisy, "and there's nothing we can do about it. We just have to wait and hope."

Daisy was curled up on the sofa, a bland American cop drama. Her attention wasn't really on it. In fact she didn't really know what sho she was watching, was it on of the CSIs or was it one of the Law and Orders? she was the only one in the house, and she felt lonely. Not just because of her current isolation, but because 'G' had seemingly abandoned them. In addition all her friends were away doing various exciting things, and she ws stuck working in a department store.
Bess was out that night, busy with a parent evening at Sploshington Girls' School, and she wasn't due back for a good while yet. There had been no further correspondence from 'G'. Daisy reflected on what her lover had gone out wearing, and smiled a dreamy smile to herself, her memory offering some solace on that dark, lonely night.
Bess had donned an outfit that was a lot more daring than she could ever get away with on a normal school day. She tended to this whenever she had to go to a parent evening as it was a marvelous weapon in keeping pushy dads quiet. It even helped with the mums as they were often too angry with their partners to keep coherent thoughts in their heads. She had on a skirt suit in smart pale grey with a very short skirt indeed. In fact it was so short that when she crossed her legs she sometimes exposed a tiny glimpse of the top of her opaque hold up stockings. Her feet were encased in a pair of tall boots made of a supple, soft grey leather. They came right up to her knees, the toes went out to a razor sharp point and the pencil thin heels were four and a half inches tall.
When her jacket was fastened the sharp, tight cut emphasised her wonderfully curvy figure, but mostly she made sure that it was unbuttoned. This revealed her crisp white shirt that revealed two or three inches of delicious looking cleavage. The shirt was also thin enough to let her black lace bra show through. It was power dressing in the extreme. Bess in that outfit looked the very epitome of the sexy, dominant, ever so slightly slutty professional woman. In fact she often referred to it as her 'corporate whore' outfit.
Dasiy was all of a sudden jerked out of her musings by the harsh jangling of the telephone. She groaned. This was presumably going to be Bess ringing to say that she was going to be even later than planned because some pushy parent wanted to have a 'really serious talk' about the progress of their little Emma, code for trying to strongarm Bess into giving out a few more A grades.
"Hello?" she said in a weary voice after picking up the receiver. The reply was most certainly not what she had expected.
"GOOD EVENING," said a voice. It was a strange voice as well, unnatural, mechanical. it reminded her of the voice of Stephen Hawking.
"Who is this?" she asked worriedly.
"THIS IS 'G'," came the response. Her attention was rapt now, she was fully alert.
"What do you want?" she demanded.
"I HAVE A MESSAGE FOR BESS," said the voice.
"She's not here," said Daisy, cursing their luck at being unprepared for what she could only presume was the latest challenge.
"THEN SEND HER THIS MESSAGE," the voice continued, "TELL HER THAT SHE MUST GO TO 612 WHARF AVENUE TONIGHT. PROVIDED THAT SHE PERFORMS HER CHALLENGE TO MY SATISFACTION THEN SHE WILL RECIEVE THE THIRD CLUE TO MY IDENTITY."
"But she's busy tonight," protested Daisy, "she's busy tonight, she might not be able to make it." There was a long pause on the other end of the line. Finally the voice spoke up once more.
"I WILL WAIT FOR AS LONG AS IS POSSIBLE. BUT SHE MUST COME TONIGHT IF SHE WANTS THE THIRD CLUE. GOODBYE." The person on the other end of the line hung up abruptly and left Daisy's mind whirling. She reflected for a moment, stunned by the conversation she had just had, then sprang into action and quickly dialled Bess' number.
"Hi there Daisy, what's the mat-" she began before being ruthlessly cut off in mid sentence.
"Bess, listen," said Daisy in an urgent tone, "I've just had a call from 'G', the third challenge is tonight and it's for you to do." Even over the phone line she could hear the sharp intake of breath from her lover as she digested this piece of stunning news.
"From 'G'? she asked, "what did he sound like?"
"Like a robot, it wasn't his real voice," came the reply, "but that's not important right now. Can you get away soon?"
"Yes probably," said Bess, "the corporate whore getup is working its magic, nobody is staying to talk for too long. Why, what's the hurry?"
"The challenge has to be done tonight."
"Tonight?"
"That's right, so you'll have to get a move on."
"Ok, I'll do my best. What are the instructions?"
"You have to go to 612 Wharf Avenue, I think it's on an industrial estate somewhere."
"Alright, I know where that is. I reckon I can be done in around thirty minutes. See you soon."
"See you later. Oh and Bess?"
"What Daisy?"
"Good luck."
After Daisy had put the phone down she sat back with a smile on her face. Everything was going to be alright, there hadn't been any mistake with letters lost in the post. They had not been abandoned, they had not missed a challenge and tonight there would be another piece of the puzzle in place. She was very excited.
She didn't have to wait nearly as long as she had last time, only a couple of hours. Nevertheless she was still an anxious bundle of nerves by the time the ringing of the doorbell signified the arrival of her lover. She ran to the door and opened it with a flourish, eager to see what might be before her.
To her surprise Bess wasn't looking too bad. Her hair was damp and she had obviously changed out of her boots and into a pair of sensible shoes that she usually kept in the car in case of emergencies. Other than that all Daisy could see was her long black coat. Bess wordlessly stepped over the threshold and closed the door behind her. Then she whipped off her long coat in one swift movement. She was totally naked underneath, there was not a stitch of clothing on her. She stuck one hand on a bare hip, struck a pose then in a richly ironic voice said:
"Hi honey, I'm home." Daisy just stared at her lover with lust in her eyes
"I'm dying to hear the story behind this one," she said.
"I bet that's not all you're dying for," said Bess, and took her lover's hand and lead her upstairs.

Both of them wasted no time in leaping into bed, Daisy stripping off her clothes in haste. They lay beneath the covers, gazing into each others' eyes as Bess related the story of the night's activities to Daisy.
"I conducted the last few interviews with as much haste as possible," she began, "and fortunately nobody wanted to stay for to long; the wives all wanted to get their husbands away. I gave my apologies to some of my colleagues who had invited me to go to the pub with them, leapt into the car and sped off into the night in search of messy adventure.
"I had a few problems finding the place, I had to rely on the sat nav to steer me round a maze of concrete sheds and eventually to the address that 'G' had sent over the phone. 612 Wharf Avenue turned out to be a medium sized warehouse, with nothing to announce its function and nobody about. I parked on a strip of asphalt wasteland down the side and approached the only way in that I could see; a small door in the side.
"As I got closer to the door I started to understand what was going on. A small laminated plaque on the wall by the entrance bore the legend 'Biggs & Wedge, Sweet Food Merchants.'. So this was what 'G' was up to, i was most interested and strode into the warehouse excitedly, eager for the messy destruction was surely going to be visited upon me.
"After I went in I found myself in a large, brightly lit room that ws largely bare, but containing certain items that would have been extreme interest to anyone who had wet and messy interests. There were two large vats, easily big enough to contain a person and rather too tall to see over the top of. There were also a set of steps which would enable someone, if they so desired, to climb into them. The only other item of furniture was a table, containing a couple of items which I will come back to later.
"Before I could react to any of this I was startled by a loud voice booming over some sort of tannoy system.
"'GOOD EVENING BESS,' it said in a robotic, obviously artificial tone, "I AM GLAD THAT YOU COULD MAKE IT TONIGHT.' I wondered whether this was a recording or whether I was actively being watched. I decided to plan a little experiment.
"'It took me a while,' I said, 'I wasn't expecting a challenge tonight, I had been going to go down the pub instead.'
"'I AM SORRY TO INTERUPT YOUR PLANNED FESTIVITIES,' came the reply, 'BUT IT HAD TO BE NOW.' Hmm, that seemed specific enough to be certain that I was actively being listened to, and probably being watched too. In fact when I looked closely I could see a loudspeaker attached to one corner of the ceiling and a surveillance type camera in another. Big Brother stuff indeed. My unseen instructor continued.
"'THERE ARE TWO VATS IN FRONT OF YOU,' he said, 'THE ONE ON THE LEFT IS YOUR FIRST TARGET.' I dutifully hauled the stepladders into place and climbed to the top, a little unsteady in my high heeled boots. The sight that met my eyes took my breath away. The vat was totally full of thick, sticky black treacle. It was amazing, the surface glimmered and shone in the light, slow waves flowed deep within the vat, the stuff was so stiff and unyielding. I was hypnotized by the stuff, lost in a haze of messy dreams.
"'THE CLUE YOU SEEK IS CONTAINED WITHIN,' the voice said, jerking me out of my trance, 'BUT ALSO TWO OTHERS. WHICH IS THE TRUE PIECE OF THE PUZZLE LATER. FEEL FREE TO DIVE IN.' I needed no encouragement.
my I gazed down at the pit of darkness. Then I looked down at myself, at my pristine, immaculate appearance. At my elegantly, sharply cut suit, my clean, tight white shirt and the sexy bra underneath, at my short skirt, my shear, tan stockings and my boots, standing so tall and so proud, their soft grey leather spotless. These would all be totally ruined within seconds of me jumping in to the pit below me. I wanted that, I was dying for it.
"I held my pretty blonde head high and casually stepped out into thin air. I fell for the briefest of periods, then was totally engulfed by the accepting black treacle. I loved the sensations as the impossibly sticky liquid enveloped me, slowly but inevitably working its way o every little bit of my outfit, oozing over and under my clothes. The mess slid against my skin, caressing it. The slime worked its way into my boots and swallowed my golden hair. I was messy from head to toe.
"I spent ages just wallowing, then found myself rather short of air, it was a struggle to work my way up to the surface. At last I broke free and gulped huge breaths of air. All I could see was black, so I wiped the worst of the treacle away from my face and grinned. This was so fun, I had gone from being the smart teacher to playing about in an icky, sticky mess, something only a small child would do. All vestige of dignity that I had had was gone.
"The task of actually finding the clues in the moras was tricky indeed. It was just so hard to move around in the sticky treacle, it was so utterly tiff and unyielding. It took huge amounts of effort just to move my arms about.I was positively exhausted after just a few minutes of searching, but I was still loving it so much. It took me a good while to locate all three of the now familiar little bags, that I presumed were red underneath their black coating, and would hold inside them another part of the key to the real identity of 'G'.
"I finally located the last bag and threw it over the side of the vat and onto the floor, where it landed with a fantastic squelching noise and the floor next to its fellows. Though I was delighted in my present condition of being fully immersed in treacle I was eager not only to find out which of the letters I had just recovered was genuine and which were the impostors, but also to find out what the second vat contained, what else was I to be covered in.
"Once I had managed to haul myself out of the vat and was standing firmly on the floor once more I could see the full effects of my immersion. Not only was my entire outfit absolutely drenched in thick, sticky black treacle, but sharp edges in the vat had caused several tears to my clothes. My skirt was ripped at the back right from the hem to the waistline causing my sexy black thong to be exposed. My shirt had a huge tear in the front and the sleeve of my jacket was virtually hanging off. I gloried in the destruction of my clothes, I was never going to be able to wear them again they were so trashed. I felt trashed myself, it was brilliant.
"I dragged the steps over to the second vat and climbed them as hastily as I could in my slop filled knee high boots, eager to see what else was in store. I was brought up short by what greeted my eyes however. I could have handled any manner of slimy substance without batting an eyelid, but what I saw was just a blank metal lid. I tried to get it to budge but it was sealed tightly. Just what was I to do? The voice of 'G' put me out of my misery.
"'IN ORDER FOR YOU TO PROCEED,' he boomed, 'FIRST YOU MUST GO TO THE TABLE OVER THERE. PUT ON THE ITEM OF CLOTHING AND THE SECOND VAT WILL BE OPENED.' Fair enough, I thought, anything in the name of a challenge. I strode over to the table I had mentioned earlier. Most of its surface area was taken up by a large cake. I obviously couldn't wear that, but I had a sneaky feeling that I might be getting involved with it later. The only other thing on the table made me smile. It wasnt exactly clothing, but you could certainly wear them.
"I carefully slipped my wrists inside, put my hands behind my back and locked into place a pair of pink, fur lined handcuffs. Although they were prettified and cute they were very solidly metal underneath, and I felt my heart skip a beat as the cold, dead sounding snick confirmed that they were firmly shut and not coming off for a while. With the handcuffs on I was so deliciously vulnerable, so ready for further abuse. My shoulders were forced back a little my my new posture and my chest stuck out a great deal, my breasts waving in the air looking like target signs for more wam.
"I heard a grating metallic sound from the opposite side of the room, the lid that had previously barred my path was now obviously being removed. i decided to get a move on and wasted no time in scrambling to the top of the ladder again. Again I was somewhat surprised by what I saw. There was no slimy sloppy substance waiting for me, no liquid to soak me, no muddy bath. Instead I was greeted by the sight of a huge pile of feathers, bright pink fluffy feathers, obviously artificial and looking like they were straight out of Loony Tunes cartoon.
"Well this is a bit different, I thought to myself, and realised what 'G' wanted, why the first vat was filled with treacle. He wanted me tarred and feathered, or rather he wanted me to tar and feather myself. I loved the idea. Without any hesitation I dived headlong into the second vat, instantly finding myself in a pink storm, flurries of feathers flew here there and everywhere. I could feel the stuff sticking to my extremely adhesive body as a floundered about searching for the key to the puzzle. Of course I couldn't do anything with my arms or hands, bound behind my back as they were, so I had to use my moth.
I lunged forward into every corner of the vat my mouth opening and closing, but only serving to cause me to swallow feathers which made me splutter and cough. The situation was just as 'G' had designed it; utterly humiliating. I was degraded, ridiculed, and I loved every single minute of the awful search, which eventually ended after about twenty when my moth closed over a fluttering piece of paper, obviously what I had been looking for.
Shambling, awkwardly and without any shred of dignity whatsoever I somehow managed to clamber out of the vat and down to the floor, where I spat out the paper and collapsed in an exhausted heap on the floor. I surveyed my situation. I was covered in feathers, ridiculous pink feathers, they were stuck all over my body, every inch of clothing and skin was plastered. I had gone from being in my smart, sexy, professional looking suit, my nice tall boots and saucy flashes of stocking and underwear to having my outfit drenched in treacle and my clothes ripped and torn. I was reduced to a humiliated pile of rags and I was in ecstasy, I wouldn't have had it any other way.
"I felt like just lying there for a while, reveling in my disgusting state, but there were things to be done. I had to check out what the paper I had recovered said, and which of the three bags I should take with me. I had to get to the car and put the plastic sheeting over the seats without manging to get the interior too messed up. However the most pressing task ahead of me, the one that had to be performed was to somehow get myself out of the handcuffs. Luckily the tanoy spoke up at this moment, giving me some pertinant advice.
"'YOU ARE PROBABLY WONDERING HOW TO GET OUT OF THE HANDCUFFS,' the stentorian mechanical voice said, 'YOU WILL FIND THE KEY ON THE TABLE. HOWEVER YOU MUST FIND IT FIRST. IT IS BURIED INSIDE THE CAKE.' Perfect, I thought, just the thing to round off a night of messy destruction. I picked myself up off the floor, a new enthusiasm coming over me and tripped over to the table.
"The cake was a big one, it had tree tiers, each of them packed full of cream and chocolate and fudge, with jam mixed in for good measure. I was somewhat daunted by ist sheer size, I don't thing I'd ever had a caking that huge before. Still, I thought merrily, there's a first time for everything. I thrust my face fight into the heart of the cake with a massive splatting noise, my vision immediately being blacked out. It felt lovely and squishy as I was forced by my incapacitation to nose around in the great pile of cream for a long while, the sticky messy substances obliterating my face and falling onto my already destroyed front, some even slipping down my cleavage causing me to shiver.
"At last I found what I was looking for, my teeth closed around a small key. Fortunately I managed to avoid swallowing it. After a little bit of difficulty in transfering the small object to my hands I was soon free. I rubbed my wrists to get a bit of circulation back then suddenly remembered my prizes from the vats, and ran over to where I had abandoned them and first examined the paper first. It said:
"'Take the bag that is numbered three, the others are red herrings.'
"Sure enough the bags all contained numbers which were clear enough once the treacle had been scrapped off a little. I took hold of the third bag and prepared to hasten home to you. the voice interrupted me again.
"'WAIT, THERE IS MORE,' it commanded. Oh no, I thought, not more messy games. Don't get me wrong, I had enjoyed the night's activities very much, but it was the end of a very long day and I was approaching exhaustion. 'IF YOU TAKE THE DOOR ON THE FAR WALL YOU WILL FIND THAT IT LEADS TO A SHOWER. FEEL FREE TO CLEAN UP.' Well that was quite different, I was more than ready for that.
"The shower was wonderfully warm, and there was soap,, shampoo and conditioner provided as well as a nice big bath towel. I decided tto ditch all of my ruined outfit apart from the boots which I gave a thorough rince out. As soon as I was clean again I made a rather quick dash to the car where I managed to wrap the long coat around me before anyone spied my nakedness. Free from the necessity of putting down plastic sheets I drove straight here. And that is
the end of my story."
Daisy was flabbergasted by the content of her lover's narrative aand more than a little turned on. She digested all that she had just heard for a couple of minutes in silence, then asked a very important question.
"So what was the letter that you found?" Bess didn't reply, but merely slipped out from beneath the covers and over to the other side of the bedroom. She returned quickly with a bag. She opened it up and pulled out from it a rather grubby scrabble piece, which when cleaned up was revealed to depict the letter 'A'.
"Wow," breathed Daisy, thrilled by the significance that this mundade object had for them.
"You know," said Bess, waking Daisy from her daydream, "there's still a bit of treacle left in this bag." She held up her had to demonstrate, one figer with a black, vevety coating. A very broad grin spread ever so slowly accross Daisy's face.
"I've got an idea what we can do with that..."

[Richard]

Wonderful stuff, qdaved, it gets better & better! I can hardly wait for the next one.

Are you perhaps giving a clue to your age though? - Who uses the term 'tannoy' these days apart from us old codgers ?

[qdaved]

Thanks for the appreciation!

I think that alothough i'm pretty young, I've been mentally middle aged since I was 10!

Besides, what else would you call a tannoy but a tannoy?

[qdaved]

The fourth challenge is here, the girls are so close to finding out who 'G' is, read on:


It was very early on Thursday morning, that very same week and our to heroines are having a discussion.
"It's so black," said Daisy.
"It's so thick," said Bess.
"How on earth am I going to hide it?"
"We'll have to find some way."
"It's just so black and so thick."
"Why don't you try it on for size?"
"I don't know, I don't want to risk it locking before I'm ready."
"True."
Daisy and Bess were standing in the front room, discussing the latest package to arrive from 'G'. It had not come via the regular channels, no postman had ever delivered to them that early in the morning. Instead they had been rudely awakened by an insistent hammering on the front door, only when Bess had stumbled blearily out of bed to give the anti-social caller a piece of her mind she found that there was nobody to be found. Merely what looked like a it could be a Ford Fiesta turning round the corner at the end of the road. Then as she turned round to head back inside she almost tumbled over two oddly shaped parcels. Their contents were now unveiled in the living room. There was not a hint of tiredness to be found either of the two blondes.
"Read the letter again," said Daisy. Her lover picked up the missive that had been enclosed, written in the ubiquitous spidery script, and began to read:
"Dear Daisy and dear Bess,
"Here in this parcel is my most ingenious and my most genius creation. It is a masterpiece of imagination, perfect in both its design and execution. The fourth and penultimate clue as to my identity is already with you, in the locked box. The only way to get at it is to close the other lock. This will activate the hidden sensors. The sensors roughly measure warmth and wetness, I don't want to reveal the details lest you try to cheat your way out of the challenge. when the sensors have measured the appropriate conditions for a suitable amount of time then both locks will open.
"My creation should fit Daisy quite well. Her body should provide warmth. The wetness should be provided by the contents of the second package. I wish you good luck, I am sure you will need it in this test of endurance,
"'G.'"
Once Bess had finished her monologue daisy resumed her examination of the diabolical contraption that was hers. It was a sort of wetsuit, but it looked rather like a catsuit. It was constructed of rubber, a thick rubber that was a dull mat black in colour. Around the ankles and around the wrists were tight seals made of a thinner, more malleable rubber that she could tell would be ever so tight, completely waterproof. A similar, but larger seal encircled the neck.
There was a wide, chunky looking zip that stretched from the top right up to the neck. There was a buckle which would fix the zip shut with a small, discrete, but very solid and unbreakable padlock. On the right wrist was a small box, only just bigger than the scrabble piece it obviously contained and that was shut very tightly indeed.
The second parcel upon unwrapping was revealed to contain two large clear plastic containers full of a red slimy substance. It was clear what 'G' wanted Daisy to do, he wanted her to wear this rubber suit with it full of slime for a length of time. How long would it be before the suit released her? An hour? A day? A week? A month? Surely not a month, but there was just no way for her to tell. Daisy reached out and felt the material between her thumb and forefinger. It was cold to the touch, it felt funny, but nice in a weird sort of way. Daisy thought about wearing the suit. No, it wasn't possible.
"I can't do this," she announced, "I just can't. There's no way I can wear this suit all day. I have to go to work!"
"Hmm...," said Bess, considering the situation, "I think you'll be alright, the thing's tight enough to disguise fairly easily."
"But what about my legs? I have to wear a skirt at work."
"Don't worry," said Bess dismissively, breezily brushing aside her lover's concerns, "I'm sure that we can come up with something. Let's face it, you've got to do this if we want to find out who 'G' is, if we chicken out now all our efforts so far will have been in vain. Besides, I think you'll enjoy this rather a lot, in fact I'm rather jealous that it's you that gets to do this instead of me. No come on, let's get you into this thing before you really get cold feet."
Daisy wasn't wholly convinced by Bess' arguments, but nevertheless she went along with her suggestion. She stripped of right there and slid her bare legs into the legs of the suit. Her initial reservations began to melt away as soon as the cold, thick black rubber first touched her naked skin. She pulled her arms into the sleeves, she pulled the zip up slowly becoming more and more excited as her body was enveloped in the dark material. It felt fantastic. The suit was less tight than her pvc catsuit, there was probably a quarter of an inch gap all around her. However it gave her the same wonderful emotions as her pvc catsuit, the sense of being powerful and yet vulnerable, clothed and yet naked. The smell of the rubber was intoxicating, the scent was so distinctive, so captivating, and she was no surrounded by it.
"There you go," said Bess in her best teacherly 'I told you so' voice, "I can tell that you're enjoying it already."
"Mmm...," moaned Daisy by way of reply, "yes I am, a lot."
"Good. Right then, time to fill that baby up. Are you ready?" Daisy was taken off guard, she had been lost in her on emotions, and wasn't really ready to have her nice clean new piece of clothing besmirched. Yet in her befuddled state all she could say was:
"Er, yes, I suppose so." Bess knew that the key to preventing her lover from having second thoughts was to get to the point of no return as soon as possible, so she wasted absolutely no time in pulling the zip down to around Daisy's stomach, hoisting the first container up and beginning to pour. She was far too experienced a wammer to scream or shout, but daisy did let out a low, satisfied sounding moan as the red slime hit her and began to trickle down inside her rubber suit. The stuff as warm and soothing, not as cold as the rubber she was wearing, and it was so incredibly sticky. Bess tipped the container to a more acute angle and the trickle increased to a torrent. It ran down to the bottom of her legs, she could feel it filling up higher and higher, the stuff was so unbelievably sticky! The only thing she could compare this stuff to was a sort of runny, smooth jam.
Daisy closed her eyes and emitted a very heartfelt moan of pleasure as the slime rose up and swallowed her bottom and her private area. Then she realised something was wrong. The flow of gunge was slowing don. It had stopped! Her eyes flew open and she glared accusingly at Bess. She as only switching containers.
"Don't stop!" cried Daisy, in a very intense voice, one that Bess dare not disobey. As quickly as possible she grabbed the second container and resumed the sliming of her lover's new rubber suit. The slime poured on, the level of gunge going higher and higher, Bess pulling the zip further up as she went. The sticky mess engulfed her ripe, firm breasts,it ran down her sleeves, it reached right up to her neck. The suit was full, Daisy shut her eyes and dreamily wallowed in the sensations as the sticky slime embraced every little bit of her young nubile body.
Snap! Daisy was brought down to earth by the cold, sinister sound of the padlock being locked into place by Bess. It was a sharp noise, and although not loud it seemed almost deafening to her. She realised the enormity of what had just happened, she couldn't get out of this now, not for a long time. Although she was loving her gunging and the feel of the slime against her she suddenly had the urge to get clean, to rip the rubber suit off and jump in the shower. But she couldn't. Daisy felt butterflies in her stomach. Bess distracted her from these alarming thoughts.
"How does it feel?" she asked. Daisy examined the sensations of the slime trapped against her body by the rubber suit and suddenly she found her mood improving again.
"This is so brilliant," she said, "the suit's just tight enough to keep the slime really close to my body. It's like I'm sitting in a bath of jam all the time!" Daisy tried a few walking steps and felt the slime move over her, caressing her, shifting about inside the suit in great waves. She was on cloud nine. But she couldn't hang around forever, she needed to get some camouflage.
"What about hiding this thing?" she demanded of Bess, "I'm trapped inside it now so we'd better come up with some good ideas to cover it up."
"Ok," her lover replied, "why don't you start off by putting your work clothes on, then we'll see what is still exposed." The pair trooped up to their bedroom and Daisy slipped on her uniform. This was quite simple, it consisted only of a white long-sleeved blouse with a discrete badge bearing the name of the department store and a thin, dark green skirt that came down far enough to just about cover her knees. The store where she worked was distinctly upmarket, and so the quality and style of the clothes were rather superior.
Once she had put on her everyday clothes Daisy felt distinctly frightened, the normality of her outer garb brought home to her the daringness of the task ahead of her, her outward, normal life was about to collide head on with her semi secret wamming life. The sections of her rubber apparel that were still exposed seemed to be screaming out their sey inappropriateness and seemed big enough to resist any attempt to hide them away. However her lover was exuding confidence and reassurance, briskly assembling a range of accessories and making her feel much much better.
Ok," said Bess in a business like manner, "let's start with the neck." Quickly and artfully she wrapped a stylish fuchsia coloured silk scarf around the rubber seal at the top of the suit. A little tweaking and the scarf hid it entirely, making Daisy's butterflies recede somewhat. A watch with a big chunky dial and a very wide strap covered the wrist with the box on it, A thick beaded bracelet took care of the seal on the other wrist. Finally they were left with the problem of her exposed legs.
Daisy owned several pairs of boots and it was the obvious thing to do to use a pair to cover her unconventional leg wear. However the two blondes' soon ran into problems. Either the boots' shafts were too tight, meaning that she couldn't zip them up over the rubber suit, or they were not tall enough, coming up only to her calves and not hiding all of the rubber at all. They ere in quandary, Daisy was beginning to feel desperately nervous, and she chewed her thumb anxiously. Bess scratched her head in studious thought for a minute, then snapped her fingers and said brightly:
"I know!" She rummaged around in her side of the wardrobe for a few moments before grasping what she was looking for and standing up with an object in each hand.
"Ta dah!" she said triumphantly, "these will be just perfect." Daisy had a very uncertain look on her face as she gazed at what Bess had come up with, her pair of high heeled, black leather thigh high boots, the ones that she had worn as part of her schoolgirl outfit all those months ago hen she was gunged at the fete.
"I can't wear those!" exclaimed Daisy, "there's no way I can go out to work wearing thigh high boots."
"Yes, I'm sure you can," insisted Bess, "reckon the skirt ill hide their tops. Besides, nothing else has worked so far, why don't you try them on just to see." Reluctantly Daisy agreed to give them a go, and slid the boots on. They were only a very little too big, the two were very similar in their shoe sizes, and the shafts were just wide enough to accommodate her bulging rubber suit. When she stood up her skirt did indeed cover the very tops of the tall boots, they looked rather sexy to wear to work given their obvious length and high, spiked heels, but they didn't look too bad. Daisy still didn't like the idea though.
"I'm not sure about this, Bess," she said, "they fit well enough alright, but I don't think that I could really wear them out."
"Well," said her lover, "it seems that you have a choice. You can either wear these boots which cover up the suit completely but happen to be thigh length, or you can wear the calf high boots and explain why you happen to be wearing rubber leggings." Daisy considered this. it was a difficult situation she was in and no mistake, but it seemed that wearing the thigh high boots was probably the lesser of two evils. Looking down at her leather encased feet she began to warm to the idea. After all, her skirt would hide the tops of the boots fine just so long as she paid attention and didn't let the skirt ride up, especially when she sat down. Also it would be quite a rush to go around all day with her elegant but still rather work clothes on the outside, but on the outside be clothed all in a rubber catsuit full of a deliciously sticky red slime and a pair of huge, sexy thigh high boots. She smiled.
"Alright," she said, I'll go like this."
"Great," said Bess, "I'm sure that you'll have a lot of fun. Don't be too naughty though!" The two giggled.
"I'll try to be good."
"Listen, you'd better be going, look at the clock!"
Daisy saw with alarm that time was indeed marching relentlessly on. She hurriedly slung her things into her handbag, and ran downstairs, grabbed her coat with one hand and a piece of toast with the other and flew out of the door, the slime trapped inside her rubber suit jiggling and sploshing around most delectably.

Daisy strode out of the house confidently, the high heels of her tall boots clipping neatly on the pavement. She felt enveloped in slime, she could feel it everywhere about her, it was like she had just received one of the worst gungings of her life. yet outwardly there was no sign at all, she seemed perfectly clean, like any other member of society. She just couldn't deal with the private pleasures of wam being displayed, yet hidden in this way. Her brain shut down somewhat, she was on auto pilot walking along.
Once she reached the bus stop she began to feel nervous again. The gunge was no longer moving around her, it had settled down and she had come don from her high. Daisy glanced around at the other people queuing up with her. Did they know? Did they know what a daring thing she was doing here? She was standing there in broad daylight whilst covered in gunge, and yet none of them could tell. Wait! Was that a trickle of gunge, was the suit leaking? No, she was fine, it was just her eyes playing tricks on her.
Luckily the bus came before she could become too paranoid. She got on and sat down, a slight squeak escaping from her lips despite her best efforts to contain it. She hadn't sat down before in that outfit, and the slime was all of a sudden pushed into some most interesting places. Her cheeks immediately flushed and she looked guiltily sideways at her fellow passengers, scared that one of them might had heard her, and be wondering what could have caused her to do emit such a strange noise when just doing the common action of sitting down. Nobody seemed to be giving her any attention though, she had probably gotten away with it.
Nevertheless as the bus trundled along on its merry way that every single other occupant was staring at her, gazing at her because they somehow knew, they knew how outlandish her clothes were and how terribly messy she was. She desperately tried to keep hold of her sanity and kept telling herself that it was her imagination, everything was fine.
After a while though,she did notice one small boy who was looking at her rather hard. She waited a moment, but he kept on looking. He was gazing fixedly at her, at her legs. What was going on? She glanced down at her legs and with horror saw that her skirt had ridden up, the full length of her thigh high boots was now clear for everyone to see. Before she could do anything to her apparel to straighten it out the boy turned to the woman on the seat beside him and piped up in that clear piercing voice that all small children seem to posses:
"Mummy, look at her boots! Aren't they tall?"
Daisy was absolutely mortified. Her face burned red and she was so embarrassed, she didn't know what to do. Fortunately her stop was just there, and she was able to leap up and flee away.
With this scene behind her it was understandable that she was somewhat flushed when she turned up at her post. Daisy worked alongside a girl called Katie. She was a couple of years older than her, a rather shy and quiet brunette. She was not particularly short, but her slenderness and her mousy demeanor made her seem smaller than she was. Daisy and she got on fine as work colleagues, there was no friction between them, but neither was their any great bond of friendship.
They exchanged their customary pleasantries and wet about their business It was generally a slow time of year for the department store, and tat day was no different to the rest of the week. This was good for Daisy as it meant that she could hide herself away and not have to deal with the strange sensations of the slime in the suit and also talk to people and generally conduct herself as a normal member of society. She did have to deal with a couple of inquiries from customers, but nothing too complicated. She was dying to get away from the place and get back home where she could relax. Hours seem to have passed, great deserts of creeping time that she endured. But it was only lunch time, she was only half way through the day.
Although she hadn't done much it had been an exhausting morning, especially emotionally. She had gone from the lows of feeling apprehensive and scared to the elated highs of being exhilarated at her situation, reveling in the naughtiness of being messy on the inside but clean on the outside.
Daisy sat down in the break room, Katie sat down on the seat opposite her. As usual she didn't try to instigate a conversation, and neither on that day did Daisy, she just couldn't face making small talk, her mind was all over the place. The two girls' sandwiches had been consumed and Daisy was embarking on her crisps when the normally quiet Katie surprised her by speaking up.
"Hey Daisy," she said in her small, girlish voice, "those are a nice pair of boots." The blonde was alarmed at this opening gambit, but there was nothing she could do, she had to reply.
"Thank you," she said, "they're, er, sort of new."
"I like the heels," continued Katie, "they're very high."
"Yes, they're pretty easy to walk in though." Daisy was desperately longing for her to drop the subject.
"I might get a pair of them myself," said the brunette, "let's have a proper look." Before she could do anything to stop her Daisy was horrified to see Kate put her hand on the leather shaft of her left boot and slid it upwards, brushing her skirt aside and revealing the huge height of the boots and what's more exposed her black rubber suit as well.
Katie looked right into Daisy's eyes, a shocked look on her face. Daisy didn't know what to do, she was paralyzed. Just then Mr. Jones, their boss came into the room and interrupted the two girls' tableau. He coughed heavily, a common mannerism of his.
"Harumph," he began in his usual, brusque tone, "time for you two to get back to work, come on, chop, chop, et cetera." Both of them were more than glad at this interjection and were extremely happy to comply with Mr. Jones' order. Neither of them spoke to each other as they hurried back to their posts, neither of them willing to say anything about what had just been revealed.
Daisy was mortified that afternoon, she not only had the problem of dealing with the feelings of the slime, the task of actually doing her job, but she also had a million and one thoughts whirling round in her head about what Katie would think of her. How long had she been looking at her boots? How much of the rubber suit had she seen? Did she know about the slime, did she know how extensive the suit was? What on earth must this quiet, demure girl think of her?
She managed to avoid Katie for the whole of the time that was left of work, aided and abetted by the fact that Katie didn't seem to be overly keen to see Daisy either. The feelings of the red, sticky slime seemed to intensify, she was being driven mad by the gungey sensations, she was in a trance.
Just as soon as the big chunky watch that was hiding one of the seals of the rubber suit showed that it was quitting time Daisy prepared to make a very swift exit. She was just fleeing through the main doors of the department store she felt a hand grab her arm. Her heart stopped as she whirled round and saw that it was Katie who had accosted her.
"You know what I saw in the break room?" she said. Daisy was too petrified to do anything but nod dumbly. "Well I think that it looks fun." That was it, that was the whole of her speech, as soon as the last word had departed from her lips she ran like the wind down the road. Daisy was just far too distracted by the sensations of her slime filled rubber suit to care by this point, she just couldn't mentally process what she had just been told. She made her way home on autopilot, somehow managing to get there unscathed.

Daisy found being at home much more convivial than being at work, she enjoyed her gungey internment much more now she was in private and away from prying eyes. She surrendered herself to the slime, descending deeper into a messy world of her own, barely registering to outside stimuli. She ate hardly anything at tea, and the only thing that she really responded to from Bess was a suggestion that they retire early to bed.
When they got to bed that night sleep was the last thing on either of their minds. Bess was aroused and excited by her rubber suited lover, loving her slimy torment. Daisy herself was just on another plane of enjoyment all together, her mind was being totally blown by the continuing experience.
Bess, naked herself, rubbed her hands all over the thick, black rubber suit. The gunge trapped inside moved and squidged all over the suit, shifting around Daisy's electrified skin. She kissed her lover's rubber enclosed breasts. She flicked her tongue over her gunge soaked crotch. Then she moved up to Daisy's soft, welcoming mouth, the two girls kissing deeply and passionately. Bess squeezed Daisy's shapely behind, causing slime to redistribute itself most satisfyingly once again.
After a long while Bess disengaged from the steamy kiss, and reached under the bed, looking for their rather interesting 'toybox'... It was a most amazing night for the lovers. One might think that one of the two, namely Daisy, might be rather frustrated given that her body was locked inside her rubber suit. This was not the case however, Daisy did not reach a mere single climax, rather she was kept in a constant state of gungey arousal, an enduring level of ecstasy, she was totally consumed by her sliming.

The day after was Friday, and somehow, some way, Daisy managed to get herself in to work that morning, despite essentially having had no sleep at all the previous night and despite still being locked into wearing her sticky slime filled rubber suit. She was walking around as if in a dream, nothing seemed real, not people, not buildings, not anything.
Daisy was in two minds. Half of her desperately wanted freedom from this torture, she wanted to rip the suit forcibly from her body and dive into the nearest source of water and clean up for several hours. However the other half of her never wanted it to end, she wanted to wear the thick rubber suit for ever and ever, keeping her eternally in the state of slimy mess.
She had been like a zombie as she boarded the bus, normally she might have been scared of seeing anyone who had been present the day before when the young boy had made the comment about her boots. She should have been terrified at every familiar face, especially as she was having to wear exactly the same outfit again that had caused her the trouble in the first place. However she barely even noticed any of them, and she certainly didn't care how they looked at her.
Likewise she didn't pay much attention to Katie that morning either, besides saying hello to her, although she did happen to notice that she was wearing a pair of boots. They were ones that Daisy had not seen before, and they suited her very well. They were made of a black, velvet type material and their narrow shafts were high, in fact they reached up so far that their tops were hidden by her skirt. Katie's new boots had heels that were probably about three inches tall, not huge by Daisy or Bess' standards, but very high for her. They gave her a bit of extra height and seemed to give her a much more confident bearing as well.
The weather that day was not good at all, it was cold, and although it was not actually raining right at that exact moment, there were very dark clouds gathering in the sky, a portent of the downpour to come. Sploshington's shoppers were not stupid, they knew it was going to be a rotten day to be out and so they stayed at home. Consequently the department store was even more deserted than usual and Daisy didn't need to deal with a single customer that morning.
Instead she kept herself out of the way, desperately trying to keep herself focused and trying unsuccessfully to keep her mind off her sticky situation. She tried using her hands to move the gunge around in her rubber suit, but this just made her more aroused and excited. She tried standing as still as possible, but she almost found herself drifting off into messy dreams. Occasionally she would go weak at the knees and have to sit down, an activity that still gave her some intimate thrills.
Daisy was in the break room, eating her lunch. She had lost her appetite though and had given up on her sandwiches and was picking in a desultory manner at a large pot of yogurt. the rest of the room was deserted, a lot of people were taking time off at that moment in time, flying off to sunnier climes.
Suddenly a figure burst through the door, rushed up to her and sat down right next to her. It was Katie. She was agitated and clearly had something to say to Daisy. It looked like she had been psyching herself up to do the speech for some time, her eyes were wild and her vice when she spoke was intense, deep and full of emotion.
"Hi Daisy," she began, Daisy could only grunt an acknowledgment in reply, "I noticed what you were wearing yesterday, and I see that you're still wearing it today." The blonde could do nothing but sit there and listen dumbly, her mind was so overloaded by the things she was hearing and the feelings she was experiencing.
"I was fascinated by your outfit, I thought it looked incredible. Was it...are you wearing... a rubber catsuit?" Daisy could only nod mutely in bewilderment. Katie seemed thrilled by this news, but not entirely surprised.
"That's so amazing," she continued, I think you're so brave. I've been thinking about going in to this, er, this 'specialist' shop near my house for ages now, ever since it opened in fact. Seeing you in your thigh high boots and rubber finally prompted me to do it yesterday evening on my way back from work. It was fantastic. I made some purchases."
Kate raised the hem of her skirt, revealing the full extent of her boots. The narrow, dark shafts reached high, up to her knees, over her knees. They, like Daisy's boots, were thigh length. The effect on the normally mousy Katie was flabbergasting, it effected a complete transformation.
"That's not all," she said in an excited voice. She hastily and efficiently unbuttoned her pristine, crisp white blouse and opened it up. Beneath she was clad in a tight, shiny, fully laced up corset, made from black pvc. Katie looked at Daisy with eyes part triumphant, part longing for acceptance. Daisy's mouth hung open in astonishment. This was so out of character for her, she was so demure, so normal.
"this feels so great," continued Katie in a voice rich with delight, "it's so amazing to wear this stuff underneath my staid, boring work clothes, to be so kinky on the underneath, to wear huge boots and pvc. Thank you Daisy, thank you so much for showing me the way."
"That's ok," said Daisy in a small, distracted voice.
"I want to ask you something as well," Katie said, "I just want to ask you, do you know anything that would make this even better, do you have anything else to show me?" Daisy was in a trance, she didn't know what she was doing. Like a robot she mechanically took the large yogurt pot she was holding and moved it over towards the girl sitting next to her. Katie didn't realise what was happening and didn't do anything to protect herself as she tipped the pot upside down, causing its sloppy contents to gloop out in one big blob and land right into the cleavage of Katie, slipping slowly and agonisingly down inside her pvc corset. Katie shrieked with the cold and the unexpectedness, she held herself stiffly as the mess flowed inside her clothes. Her face at first was a mask of shock, but after a moment she relaxed a little and the first signs of enjoyment.
Daisy was snapped out of her gungey trance, suddenly realising what she had just done. No, she just couldn't sty around to deal with this situation, it was all so weird, the aftermath of giving one of her work colleague's very first sliming was something she couldn't deal with. she fled from the scene, leaving the surprised and now messy Katie behind her. She gave the flimsiest and briefest excuses to Mr. Jones, who was quite happy to see her leave on such a slow day, and ran out.
Immediately she got on to the street she was buffeted by a torrential rain, the heavens had well and truly opened. her outer clothes were drenched within minutes, but the water did not even begin to penetrate her thick, waterproof rubber suit. Daisy needed to get away from everything, she needed to calm down and get a grip. Her feet took her down to the towpath by the canal, n area of town that was practically guaranteed to be deserted at this time and in this inclement weather.
She unbuttoned her sodden blouse, struggled out of the clinging material and dropped it on the path behind her. The rain continued to drum down, droplets were jumping in the muddied waters of the canal as she slipped her skirt off and discarded it behind her as well. She relished the cleansing feeling of the water that was streaming over her, running down her now slick and shining and rather sexy looking rubber catsuit, and giving a shimmer to her tall leather boots. She strode along in her boots and her rubber catsuit, looking quite outlandish on a wet Friday afternoon, stomping her way through mucky puddles as if she didn't care, as if she didn't even know they were there.
By this point she didn't really care about what new things were thrown at her, there was one person who passed her, a man in a long coat and a trilby hat, with a big bushy mustache and wearing sunglasses. She barely even noticed him, she was indifferent to his staring at this sexy, devastating vision of the catsuited beauty with thigh high boots and golden blonde hair slicked wetly down her back.
Although her outside was receiving a thorough washing, her inside was still as messy as ever, she felt so gungey, the slime was just taking over her entire being. She was being really schizophrenic about it, the fact of her being trapped inside the suit meant that half of her desperately wanted out, but her enjoyment of the sticky, clinging slime meant half of her didn't ever want out. She was totally wrapped up in her internal conflict.
All of a sudden she was brought up sharply by a quiet, but still very significant sounding click. She looked down at her wrist. The box was open, her challenge was over. She fumbled at the box, her fingers clumsy, she nearly dropped it in the canal which would have been a complete and utter disaster, but luckily at the last moment she rescued it. It was a scrabble piece, just as had been expected, and it bore the letter 'E'. Fantastic, the penultimate piece of the puzzle was in place, they were so close to finding out the identity of the mysterious 'G'.
Daisy looked at the puzzle for a couple of minutes, thinking about its implications before she thought to check on the lock on her neck. Sure enough it had opened as well, she was released from her rubber prison. Immediately Daisy's mind began to clear, she came out of her gunge induced trance and she began to finally feel herself again.
Except that, of course, she wasn't free at all. She was in the middle of town, there was no way she could strip off and clean up where she was. She suddenly realised the situation she was in, she was in a rubber catsuit full of slime and a pair of thigh high boots, she was in the middle of town and it was a long walk home.
And, she realised with some surprise, she rather liked it. Now that the lock was opened and she was free she knew that she had to make the most of her time in the suit, she was almost regretting the fact that the lock had released her. She set out on the route home with her head held high in the rain, proudly displaying her outfit, proud of it. Daisy swung her hips and wriggled her body around inside the suit, reveling in the sensations of the slime. Her walk home was long, and she was spotted by several people on the way. Daisy loved every single minute of it.

[Richard]

I am enjoying this story so much that I can hardly bear to ask this;

"How did she go for two days without having a piss?"

[captain sensible]

This is becoming a real epic! Looking forward to the next episode...

I am enjoying this story so much that I can hardly bear to ask this;

"How did she go for two days without having a piss?"

Maybe she didn't...

[qdaved]

Well there are three possible explainations: Firstly, Daisy deliberately avoided drinking very much and caught up in the emotion she didn't even think aot going to the loo for what was actually neareer to a day and a half. Secondly, the suit was so well designed by 'G' that he incorporated way of being able to go to the loo while the suit was still on. Or finally, as Captain Sensible said, she may not have avoided going to the loo at all.

Originally I was going to use the third option, and write about it in the story, but the story just didn't seem to be going that way so I left it out.

Use whichever explanation floats your boat, and glad you enjoyed the latest installment.

[qdaved]

Here it is, the sixth and final part of the third chapter of my novel. Only two more chapters to go. My fingers hurt.

The next week had much better weather, it seemed that spring had finally sprung. For Daisy this meant that all the shoppers who had stayed at home the previous week all came out of their homes and down to the store, buying left right and centre. She was rushed off her feet, she felt that she hadn't stopped since Monday morning. Still she didn't let it get her down, she threw herself into her work with gusto, knowing that the climax of her and Bess' challenge was coming, and coming very soon.
Nevertheless she was still rather tired when she trooped back to her house on Friday evening, considerably later than she should have been, and all that she wanted was a sit down and a meal. She really hoped that Bess had cooked for them. She found herself disappointed however when she entered the front door. Bess was indeed in the kitchen, but there was not a single sign of food preparation. She had set out the four clues that they had obtained from completing their previous challenges successfully. In addition to that she had dug out their own scrabble set and had the bag of letter pieces out.
"Hi there," said Daisy after divesting herself of her coat in the hall. She leaned down to give her lover a light peck on the cheek and took a look at what she was doing.
"How was your day?" asked Bess.
"Not bad," replied Daisy, "but very busy though. What have you got there?"
"I've just been doing some thinking. The big news is that we've had another letter from 'G'."
"In the post!?" exclaimed Daisy, shocked not just that the missive had arrived, but that she had somehow managed to overlook it that morning.
"No, not in the post," said Bess, calming down her lover somewhat, "I came home to find that it'd been hand delivered at some point during the day. Do you want to read it?" Naturally she did want to read it rather urgently, in fact she virtually snatched it out of her lover's hand. She perused it avidly.
"Dear Daisy and dear Bess," it began,
"you will no doubt realise that the end of my little game is soon approaching. You are now very close to finding out my true identity, you require but one final piece of the puzzle. You have performed very well so far.
"I greatly admired the way you, Bess, threw yourself into the mud and grime when you went on your walk in the woods, and you coped admirably when I set you the tar and feathering task at short notice, and it was most gratifying to see you in your sexy suit. And you, Daisy, I was so impressed with how you were not fazed at all by the freezing cold of your first challenge and the way you went about your business whilst trapped inside my devious rubber suit.
"I have no doubt that you have both been anxious to know when the last instalment would take place. Well your wait is over. Tomorrow is the day of reckoning. My instructions at the moment are simple. Go to the town square tomorrow at ten o'clock. There you will see a phone box. You will receive a call from me where you will receive further instructions.
"I wish you both the very best of luck, and I remain, for now at least,
"yours,
"'G.'"
A big smile spread across Daisy's face as she read this missive. Her heart thrilled at the sight of the odd, spidery writing, it was like an old friend by now. Her mind raced with the possibilities of the day ahead, what on earth might the last of the challenges of 'G' entail, what could his devious brain have come up with this time? Furthermore what would be the answer to the puzzle that they'd been working on for so long, who could 'G' actually be?
"This is great," said Daisy, bubbling with enthusiasm, "I can hardly wait for tomorrow to come, I'm sure I won’t sleep a wink tonight. At last we're going to find out who he is!"
"I know." Bess said those two words in a grave, leaden tone and they were like twin bullets to the mood in the room. Daisy's mouth fell open in complete astonishment, she just couldn't believe what her lover had just said. She wracked her brain, trying desperately to think of whom she could have identified, how she could have guessed. She came up blank on everything.
"What do you mean?" she asked in a bewildered voice.
"I've worked it out," said Bess, "it all fits, there's no way it can be anyone else." Daisy was at a loss, she had been completely flummoxed by this revelation from her lover.
"Well who is it?" was all that she could ask.
Bess lowered her hands to the kitchen table and shifted the plastic letters about like a shyster shifting upturned cups at a funfair. Once they were in a suitable alignment she reached into the bag of scrabble pieces, searched for a moment, found the one she was looking for and placed it in front of its four brothers. Suddenly everything was clear to Daisy. The answer was literally staring her in the face. The enormity of it was just too much for her, she felt weak at the knees, she had to sit down. in the meantime Bess offered some corroborative evidence.
"He drives a Ford Fiesta, I double checked it today. Also I know that his first name is Geoffrey, which is where he gets the 'G' from. At first I thought he spelled it with a 'J', which didn't seem to fit at first, but I was wrong. It's him alright.
"Wow," said Daisy, "you're definitely much better at puzzles than me. I'm absolutely amazed, it's all over."
"Yes it is. It's all going to be fine as well, there won't be any trouble, no scandal, nothing. We're safe."
Both of the two lovers felt a massive sense of relief, it was as if a huge burden ,not an entirely unpleasant one but a burden nevertheless, had been lifted from their shoulders. They just sat their beaming at each other in contentment for a few minutes. Then Daisy recovered her energy and leapt to her feet.
"This calls for a celebration!" she cried and busied herself in locating a bottle of wine and opening it. Bess caught on too Daisy's happy mood and happily clinked glasses with her and drank deeply. A few bouts of laughter, releasing the tension of weeks, a few more gulps of the wine and the blonde lovers were feeling much more relaxed and festive. It made Bess feel bad about the possible spanner in the works that she was bout to raise, but it had to be done.
"There's just one thing to consider now," she said, sobering up Daisy somewhat with her serious tone.
"What's that?"
"Well what exactly are we going to do about tomorrow? What are we going to do about the summons that was in the letter?" They pondered this for a minute or two. Finally it was Daisy who broke the silence and spoke up.
"I suppose that there's no reason to do it now, we don't need to do the fifth challenge."
"Yes," agreed Bess, "we've beaten him, we've guessed who he was before we had the last piece. There's absolutely no reason for us to get messy tomorrow."
"I bet it'll be an extra bad gunging just because it's the last one."
"Undoubtedly. He's certainly been ingenious so far." The two looked into each others' eyes. They understood each other so well now. and there was not the slightest sliver of doubt in either f their minds. They spoke together, a chorus of wamming harmony:
"Let's do it."

The Sun rose on Saturday morning and it was a new dawn for Daisy and Bess. They felt that the day was special, it was the last day of their challenges, the day that they would complete the five tasks set them. They could now evaluate properly the events of the last few weeks and the effect that they had had. While the tension and thrills of not knowing who 'G' was and exactly what he would do next, it was nice to finally be free from him.
They both felt that the period had really helped to cement their relationship. There was none of the dullness that they had felt before and they were sure that the excitement was going to last. In fact they were both now absolutely sure that they were going to be together for the rest of their lives. Their hearts had become entwined thanks to the benevolent influence of wam.
Neither Daisy nor Bess spoke much during their preparations for the day's expedition, they didn't want to spoil the specialness of the day. Although they knew that they were going to get rather messy they were determined to play along with the spirit of the wamming ocasion, and hence they selected their clothes as if it were any other day. Bess selected a pair of white trousers, crisp and narrow, a plain white top and a pair of round toed white pumps. Daisy chose a pleated red tartan miniskirt and a tight, svelte black polo neck top, along with dark tights and a pair of chunky, calf length, black leather boots with a small platform.
They prepared, consumed and cleaned up breakfast very quickly, calmly and efficiently, the pair were utterly serene and confident, they were prepared to take anything that could be thrown at them. Daisy and Bess kissed each other lightly and tenderly, then set off into Sploshington hand in hand and with mess firmly on their minds.
It was a bright spring morning, sunny, warm and not a cloud in the sky. In fact the weather was so clement that Bess was able to go without a coat and the well cut leather jacket that Daisy wore was mainly for style rather than warmth. It was not too long a walk into Sploshington, and they found the phone box in the town square with no problems whatsoever. They were rather early for the time that the letter had set them and they sat down on a nearby bench to wait. They sat peacefully and watched the world pass them by with smiles on both their faces.
When the appointed hour did eventually arrive they ran into a big problem. The phone box was occupied. If this sort of occurrence had taken place during one of their previous challenges it is certain tat both Daisy and Bess would have been most anxious, even terrified that everything was going to go wrong and that success would elude them. But not that day. They were convinced that events would take a smooth course and that come what may their final task would be completed with ease.
It came as no surprise therefore when no sooner had the occupant of the box departed after a mammoth conversation the phone rang. It took barely two rings before Bess answered it, Daisy cramming into the box and craning her ear near to the receiver so that she could hear. Sure enough it was the call from 'G', and his succinct instructions were delivered in the mechanical speech that they had both heard before.
"GOOD MORNING," said the voice of 'G', "I AM GLAD TO SEE THT YOU ARE PUNCTUAL AND THAT YOU HAVE TURNED OUT SO WELL. GO TO THE SPLOSHINGTON SWIMMING BATHS. THERE YOU MUST SWIM TWO LENGTHS OF THE POOL EACH. I WILL BE WATCHING TO SEE THAT YOU COMPLETE THE TASK IN A SATISFACTORY MANNER. IF YOU RESORT TO BATHING COSTUMES I WILL BE MOST DISSAPOINTED. GOOD LUCK."
The two looked at each other, certain that this was the last command that they would ever receive from the man who had so beguiled and bedevilled them with his ingenuity. Bess was the first to speak.
"That seems a little... easy," she said in somewhat puzzled voice.
"I agree," said Daisy, "it's not what I had in mind for the climax of the challenges."
"Well we shouldn't complain," said Bess, "at least this one will be warm and indoors, unlike some of the tasks we've been set."
"True," replied her lover, "but I wouldn't trust him to not have something else up his sleeve. I'm sure that this is just a prelude."
The pieces of the day were falling into place, the instructions had been received, and actually, the fuzzy warmness of a public fully clothed dip seemed very inviting to the warm lovers, it really seemed to suit their mood at that moment. Merrily the pair strode off in the direction of the Sploshington Public Swimming Pool, hand in hand.
On a nice spring Saturday morning the swimming pool was usually fairly crowded with people, and this particular spring Saturday morning was no exception. There were many many people about, and though none of them paid any particular attention to Daisy and Bess as they entered, a few did look twice s they casually walked into the changing room, then breezed straight through it without stopping to actually change.
They approached the footbath. Bess was the first to step in and her pretty white shoes were instantly soaked through. The cool water engulfed the bottom of her nice white trousers as well, and it lapped noisily above her ankles. she enjoyed that first, introductory wetting, the first little bit of water spoiling her outfit on that special, final day of the five challenges.
Daisy faired rather better than her lover. Her chunky boots managed to stay just above the surface of the foot bath, and she carefully waded across whilst managing to remain unscathed She reached the other side and stepped out with a triumphant grin on her face.
"Hey, who'd have thought that these boots would be waterproof?" she said in an amused voice. A woman who was just about to enter the foot bath prior to taking her leave of the pool over heard this and her head snapped around in astonishment. She gazed at the two with a priceless expression on her face for a moment or two before continuing on their way, causing the girls to laugh out loud.
Some more people turned their heads to look at the unlikely pair as they emerged out into the main room of the baths and more and more turned to stare at them as they made their way to the side of the pool. It was just so unusual, and such a puzzling sight to see two beautiful young ladies without their bathing costumes on and fully dressed in such an elegant and nice fashion. most were very curious more than anything. What were they doing here? Would they really go in the pool dressed like that, with even their shoes still on? Daisy and Bess lapped all this attention up. There was no fear and no embarrassment. They were wammers, they were proud and they didn't care who saw them.
The pair wasted no time, there was no hint of hesitation from either of them. The blonde lovers walked nonchalantly out to the side of the pool and took the briefest of looks around them. evidently being satisfied with being the complete centre of attention they held a short conversation to decide what their plan was going to be.
"Who's going to go in first, you or me?" asked Bess.
"Oh I think it had better be you," replied Daisy, "I'm a terrible swimmer."
"Fine, that's ok with me."
That was it, the sum total of their deliberations. Bess glanced at the cool waters in front of her for a second, then coolly dived straight in. The dive was a picture of style and elegance, Bess arced out over the water then pierced the surface causing barely a ripple. Her outfit was instantly drenched, the water rushing over her body and soaking every fibre of her thin white trousers and her simple white top. Her shoes filled with liquid and she could feel them squelching as she swum.
Bess cut her way through the water stylishly, doing a perfect breaststroke that was barely hampered at all by her unusual swimming attire.. The crowd of other swimmers parted before her, more than willing to give passage to this blonde bombshell clipping along at an admirable rate. Virtually everyone in the baths was looking at her, staring at the sleek figure, her golden hair matted damply to her back. She went along with no vestige of self-consciousness, no hint of embarrassment, it was as if she saw nothing at all unusual in going to the public baths and swimming lengths fully clothed.
Her allotted distance was up in no time, she approached the side of the pool having barely broken sweat, her swimming was so effortless and fast. Bess touched the side, took a few minutes to get her breath back, then proceeded to haul herself out of the pool. The full effects of the water became apparent now, and it was truly breathtaking. Her trousers and top looked as if they were painted on to her firm, lithe body. Being white they had now become almost totally transparent, which meant that her underwear was on full show. Everyone could clearly see her tiny black thong that clung to the cheeks of her behind fantastically, and her small black bra, simple in its style and exposing large amounts of delicious cleavage.
There were several ladies in the swimming baths at that time who were wearing bikinis that were as skimpy or even skimpier than Bess' underwear, yet she was by far the sexiest looking person in the room, the water streaming off her fully clothed, yet in a wonderful paradox totally exposed body. Every man in the place had their eyes riveted on her. Several of them at that point had to beat a hasty retreat to the safety of the changing rooms, and several more decided to jump in rather quickly in order to disguise the effects that the spectacular sight was having upon them.
Bess herself lapped up the attention that was being given her, though she was careful to maintain an air of studied indifference to the ruckus she was causing. She flicked her long, blonde, soaking wet hair behind her, then ran her hands through it to squeeze out some of the water. It hung in a damp, artful tousle down her back. Then she ran her hands over her body, feeling the wet material clinging to her skin so seductively. The water in her pumps squelched deliciously as she nonchalantly sidled over to Daisy, then let a huge grin break across her face, she being unable to hide her glee at her capers any longer.
"There you go," she said to her lover, "that's how to do it, easy." Daisy smiled at the state of Bess after her dunking, but was decidedly uncertain about her own. She regarded the water of the pool with some suspicion before turning back to Bess, who was staring into the viewing gallery, which in that pool was a very swish balcony, totally sealed by glass and containing a branch of the ubiquitous Starbucks. Daisy followed her lover's gaze and caught sight of a man sitting at one of the tables next to the windows with a large moustache, and despite being indoors, a trilby hat and a pair of sunglasses.
"Looks like we've got a very special guest in the house," daisy observed wryly.
"We certainly have," replied Bess, "and I suppose that we shouldn't keep him waiting." Daisy took the hint and turned back to the pool.
Daisy wasn't looking forward to following the finesse of Bess' extraordinary performance, but she was still game. She held her nose, and rather attempt anything so complicated as a proper dive she just jumped headlong. An absolutely enormous splash ensued, water sprayed everywhere. Bess laughed hard at the giant plume that her lover had just caused and it took a few seconds before she could be seen again. then she surfaced, her long hair matted over the front of her face and her entire outfit completely drenched. She had, of course, declined to take her leather jacket off, and it now hung heavily on her, her top and skirt were sopping, her tights soaked and her boots full of water.
The turbulence that had disturbed the surface did not abate as Daisy embarked on her round trip of the pool. To say that she was not as good a swimmer as Bess would be a huge understatement. She splished and splashed her way along in a sort of half breaststroke, and half doggy paddle. Her arms and her boot clad legs flailed away with much enthusiasm but without a great deal of skill, her waterlogged jacket streaming behind her.
It took Daisy an age to complete just one lap but eventually she reached the other end of the pool and grabbed on to the side. She paused to get her breath back and looked around to take stock of things. She had half expected everyone to be laughing at her, but this was not the case at all. Admittedly there were more than a couple of amused grins, but mostly there were appreciative glances, people admiring the way she looked. This should have been no surprise, her tights and top were wonderful looking underwater, and her already short miniskirt had been riding up rather a lot in the water.
Cheered by this she blithely and enthusiastically set off back down the length of the pool. Daisy felt the skirt swish around her beautifully, the material brushing her tights covered legs, water swirled around inside her boots, her top and jacket clinging to her. She enjoyed the feelings of her jacket and boots but they weren't exactly conducive to fast, effective swimming. She was very glad that she'd put on the short, loose skirt that day as anything more restrictive and she'd have been in real trouble.
It was not as if she was getting much encouragement from her lover. Bess was merely lying languidly by the side of the pool like a blonde stunning movie star in her white, bright clothes, perfectly at home despite being fully dressed, soaking wet and in a public swimming baths. She was a perfect picture of sexy loveliness.
At last Daisy reached the side, finally she had completed the task assigned to her. She grinned up at the lounging Bess, panting from her exertions. Then she attempted to haul herself out of the pool. She pulled herself up halfway, then got surprised by the sheer weight of her clothing now that it was saturated. She lost her balance and tumbled backwards, landing back in the pool with a great big splash. This comedic pratfall brought the laughter that she had long been expecting, but she didn't mind at all, she knew that they were more laughing with her than at her.
Bess decided that she would have to help her lover out so she stirred herself and slid lithely into the pool again to give what aid she could. The laughs spontaneously changed into warm applause at this development, her outfit had been loosing some of its transparency and her receiving another dunking was welcome news.
Bess gave Daisy a little boost as she made her second, and ultimately successful attempt to get out of the pool. Bess had no trouble in agilely leaping out to join her standing on the side. She was once again wonderfully attractive, her clothes becoming very transparent once again. She gracefully shook her head to remove some of the excess water and practically preened while the admiring audience looked on.
However this time quite a few of them had their eyes on the figure next to her, Daisy was also a stunningly attractive young woman and was certainly no ugly duckling in that outfit. Her leather jacket was very shiny, the water streamed off it in fantastic waterfalls, her tights and top, already close to her body were slicked skin tight to her, Her skirt was also matted closely to her legs, tight to her, although she was fully clothed and her outfit wasn't transparent like Bess', the outline and contours of her wonderful body were clearly visible.
Her chunky leather boots contained rather a lot of water and Daisy stood on one leg, stork like in order to cock the other one and let a cascade of water fall out. She repeated the operation with her other soaking wet boot. then gave her lover a very warm, adoring, and above all damp embrace, an audible squelch being emitted when their bodies met.
The rest of the swimmers in the baths had by this point abandoned all pretence of concentrating on their own activities and they gave a standing ovation to the soaking wet pair of blonde lovers. They welcomed this warm appreciation and smiled happily around them. They took a bow, then proceeded to make their way back to the changing rooms hand in hand.
On their way out they were accosted by a young girl.
"Excuse me," she piped in a high pitched voice and jugged at Daisy's wet leather jacket.
"Hello there little girl," asked Bess, crouching down to her level to talk to her, "what is it?"
"A man outside asked me to find you. He told me to give you this." She pressed a small item into Bess' hand then turned tail and pitter pattering away.
"What was that she gave you?" asked an intrigued Daisy. Bess said nothing, but merely unclenched her fist to reveal a locker key that clearly corresponded to one of the lockers in the changing room.
"Do you think it's from him?" said Daisy.
"Who else could it be from?" replied Bess, "what could it possibly mean?"
"Well there's one way to find out."
"What's that?"
"Let's go and open that locker," said Daisy in a determined voice.

Daisy and Bess found the locker with ease. The key that the messenger had given to them fitted it perfectly, Bess turned the key in the lock, then paused and looked back at Daisy.
"Are you ready?" Daisy merely nodded, "Then lets find out what he's left for us in his last delivery to us."
She pulled open the door of the locker and found that the sight before them was just a bigger mystery. There were two duffel bags, one of them clearly labelled in the familiar spidery hand, one baring the legend 'Bess' and the other 'Daisy'. That wasn’t all, either, there was also a white envelope, unaddressed and unsealed.
"What now?" asked Bess. Daisy just shrugged.
"Open the envelope," she said, "I'd imagine it's got a letter for us inside it." Bess did as her lover suggested and indeed there was a missive contained within.
"Dear Daisy and Dear Bess," it began.
"You didn't think you'd get away that easily did you? That little dip was just the appetizer, the main attraction is still to come. My instructions are quite simple.
"There are two bags in this locker, one for each of you, each clearly labelled. You will find inside them some clothes for you. Put them on. They are two very special outfits for a very special occasion. I hope that you enjoy wearing them.
"Outside the swimming baths you will find a trolley, containing various foodstuffs. I want you to take this trolley to the town square and then once you get there to use the contents of the trolley on yourselves.
"I will be watching you. Make sure you perform your task well, for it will be definitely your last one, there will be no tricks, no twists and turns from here on in.
"I wish you both the best of luck,
"Yours for the last time,
"'G.'"
They found the trolley with no problems whatsoever. Daisy pushed it and Bess followed her as they made their way back to the town centre and two more spectacular and arresting people had surely never walked through the fair streets of Sploshington. They were a truly magnificently sexy sight, their outfits more than suitable for the grand finale of a wet and messy odyssey.
On Bess' feet were a pair of boots. Their heels were huge, they were probably over seven inches tall, offset by a couple of inches of platform. The boots were constructed of highly polished patent leather and a striking scarlet in colour. They had no zip and rather were lace up boots, the immensely long dark cords criss-crossing their way up the front of Bess' legs, right up, up over her knees and up her thighs. The thigh high boots were gigantic, they were dominating boots, mistress boots.
Bess had on a red dress to match her footwear. It was tight, stretched over her pert, curvy body and was made of latex. It hugged her so closely and shone so sexily in the bright sunshine. The skirt of the dress was very short indeed, though there was barely six inches between the hem and the tops of her boots. The latex clung to her behind breathtakingly, her round cheeks curving magnificently in their red cage. The dress was sleeveless and low cut, exposing several inches of delicious cleavage.
Her waist was cinched in, emphasising the hourglassed beauty of her figure, by a contrasting black corset, also made of latex. Her breasts were pushed out and made even more prominent by this item, she really did look like a fantasy come to life. The costume that Bess wore was topped off by a pair of opera gloves, black latex sheathes that enveloped her arms from the tips of her fingers right up beyond her elbow and nearly up to her shoulder. They were skin tight, mere millimetres thick.
Bess was the absolute epitome of a beautiful, sexy mistress, clad in her revealing outfit of red and black latex, polished and gleaming, and her towering high heeled thigh length boots. She strode along on her impossibly long legs, her heels clicking on the floor so authoritatively, a fierce and proud expression on her face, she looked dominating and dangerous.
Daisy was dressed very appropriately to match her lover's getup, to fit with her mistress garb. She was dressed in a submissive, brilliantly vulnerable French maid outfit. Her uniform was shiny, it glistened in the sun as it was made of pvc and as black as night. It fitted her well and she wore it well, the top part of the costume clinging close to her body, her breasts made very prominent by the figure hugging pvc.
The skirt of the uniform was short, not quite as short as the skirt of her mistress, but still very short. Rather than being tight, it was loose and flowing, the folds of it flapping against her shapely legs. With every step she took there was a distinctive slap, slapping sound made by the magical pvc material, and it caught the light in a quite captivating way.
The most important part of the uniform was of course the apron. This was the symbol of servitude, the symbol of willing, total servitude. It was white, pure white and also made from pvc. It went neatly around her waist and hung plainly and demurely over her lap, bouncing up and down over her skirt. It had an edging of frilly white lace, just to make its air of vulnerability and girlyness perfect.
On Daisy's feet were a pair of round toed shoes with a single thin strap and one small, neat buckle. They were very bright and shiny and neat, they were made of black patent leather and might almost have been mistaken for a pair of archetypal schoolgirls' shoes. The feature that put paid to this superficial similarity was the heels. They were stilettos, thin and pointed, and approximately six and a half inches tall. They lifted Daisy's posture to make it even more lovely. Though they weren't particularly painful Daisy did find it rather difficult to walk in them, she could only really take very small little baby steps, adding to her general air of cute vulnerability.
The only possible thing to have clad her legs in was of course black fishnet stockings. Their mysterious dresser had duly provided them, and they looked just amazing on Daisy's supple, shapely legs. They were held up by suspenders, the black strips sometimes visible and sometimes hidden by her pvc skirts seductive bouncing up and down.
There was one other accessory that Daisy wore, and it was this that truly cemented the dominance of her mistress and lover Bess. It was a black leather collar, with spiked around it like a dog collar, and it encircled her neck trapping her inside her self imposed position of servitude. Coming from it was a thing leash, the other end of which was held in the latex gloved hand of Bess.
Bess the mistress led Daisy the French maid on her leash as she pushed the rather large trolley containing a great cornucopia of extremely messy and sloppy wamming materials It was a perfect sight, the dominant leading the submissive, the one who had deliberately and willingly given herself to the other. Of course it was also the case that the mistress had given herself to the maid. The two were totally enraptured with each other, their relationship was so strong that they were as one.
As one might imagine, two figures dressing in this way caused quite a stir walking down an average street. The two beautiful blonde lovers turned heads , in fact they turned absolutely everyone's head they passed. Passers by were just stopping dead in their tracks and gawping, their mouths agape, not believing the sight before them.
One man made the mistake of continuing to walk along while he was staring fixedly at Daisy and Bess, and paid for it with a rather painful looking collision with a lamppost, the loud clanging caused by his impact causing the girls to wince. Another man approaching them whilst tucking into his lunch was so shocked and startled by what he saw that he hung his mouth open and let his pasty fall to the floor unnoticed. There were wolf whistles aplenty, from women as well as men, our two intrepid heroines were certainly causing havoc in Sploshington town centre.
After performing all the challenges, after coping with everything that their opponent had thrown at them, this didn't bother them at all, they were completely happy in walking around town dressed in their rather outlandish and rather sexy costumes. They lapped up the attention that was given them by the astonished passers by, they enjoyed the effects that they were having on them. Bess looked round at the scene, then remarked to her lover in a commanding voice:
"They haven't seen anything yet!" Daisy laughed, giddy with the emotions that she was experiencing.
The two blonde bombshells unhurriedly made their way to the town square, then proceeded right to the middle of it, to the area that often performers such as brass bands or magicians plied their trade. Such was the incongruity of their clothes that many people assumed that they were some sort of act, and a crowd gradually began to assemble around them. Daisy smiled at Bess, this was amusing, they were going to put on a wet and messy show for the people of Sploshington!
They didn't start straight away, but instead waited until the audience was up to a decent size, hanging around feeling totally comfortable, flashing occasional brilliant grins at random people, causing several men to swallow hard and do a certain hasty readjustment of their trouser arrangements. This didn't look like the normal sort of entertainment served up on a Saturday morning, and it didn't seem to be particularly family friendly, but on the other hand it didn't seem like one to miss either, and it didn't take very long at all before a good size crowd had assembled.
They were ready to begin, Daisy knelt down in front of Bess, subservient on her knees, looking adoringly up at her mistress Bess, daring her to do her worst. Bess wandered over to the trolley and took her time in selecting a big, creamy pie. She showed it to the crowd, who were finally cottoning on as to why there was so much food around and building up some anticipation. She showed it to Daisy, taunting her, letting her enjoy her last few minutes of cleanness, then smacked it, forcefully, right into her pretty face. The pie impacted well, totally covering her features in messy cream. The paper plate slid slowly off, leaving Daisy with a mask of white mess.
She licked her lips seductively, but didn't get much respite. Her head was engulfed from both sides by a pie sandwich, her lovely blonde hair being targeted now. Daisy cleared her eyes just in time to see Bess select yet another pie. But then Bess moved behind her, and she wondered where it was going, but not for long as her pvc skirt was lifted and the pie smashed into her sexy, shapely bottom. She let out a little 'Oh' and her cream covered features formed an ever so sexy expression of surprise.
These pies were merely appetizers however, the serious stuff started when Bess grabbed a large jug full of custard. She mimed indecision for the benefit of the crowd, then pulled out the collar of her gleaming pvc uniform and proceeded to tip the jugs sloppy contents inside. Daisy mimed disgust for the benefit of the crowd, but inside she was loving the sensation as the cool, velvety custard flowed inside her top, sliding over her breasts and tenderly caressing her bare skin.
The jug was entirely emptied down her front, but her back did not escape. Another jug was quickly picked up, and this time it was chocolate sauce that poured agonizingly inside Daisy's outfit, filling up her French maid costume. Soon her entire top half was very gloopy and sloppy, it was full to the brim with a mixture of yellow and brown gunge, and Daisy was loving it.
Outside though, her uniform was virtually unscathed, the black pvc was still gleaming and shiny in the sun, pretty and sexy. Bess decided that this should be her next target. Although she was rather messy inside she was looking far, far too clean. A large bucket of Angel Delight was next in Bess' armoury, its electric pink gunginess being tipped over Daisy's head and sliming her nice clean uniform. The bright neon slime ran in great rivers over her costume, the black pvc being covered in a most fantastic way. A lot ran straight off the pvc and spattered onto the ground, but a lot stuck where it was.
Daisy had enjoyed getting messy, and now she was enjoying the transition to looking like she was messy too. Her skirt and apron obviously had to be dealt with, and Bess chose to cover them with lumpy, cold mashed potato. Great big handfuls of it being smashed into her flowing skirt and pristine white apron, turning them into disgusting masses of off white gunk. The crowd made 'ooh' noises at this most horrible piece of messing so far, but Daisy was unconcerned. Her plastic uniform was protecting her inside, she didn't feel any of the mashed potato, but did rather enjoy the effect it had on the look of her outfit.
Bess decided that she had had enough of Daisy kneeling down before her, so she gestured to her to get to her feet. She didn't let her stay just standing up though, Bess manhandled her into the position she wanted. Daisy was now bent over at the waist, her legs stiff and rigid and her arms placed on her knees. This was such a wonderfully sexy and vulnerable pose, her back was to the crowd and her very short skirt meant that her behind was now totally exposed and waving in the air. The audience gasped at this as they were treated to the sight of Daisy's underwear, a still slightly creamy pair of very small latex panties.
This magnificent view was not enough for Bess however, she decided to improve it by going back to the trolley. Amongst all the foodstuffs there was one slightly out of place item, a tin of paint complete with brush, and it was this what she chose. The paint was a rich shade of blue and Bess plied it to Daisy's lower half liberally, slapping it on, covering her stockings and her legs, letting the gunge soak in to the fishnet material.
When she got down to Daisy's toweringly high heeled shoes Bess put down the brush and tipped the contents of the tin out over them, soaking the patent leather. Daisy could feel the cool slimy paint sloshing into her shoes and squidging around her toes. When Bess was done the formerly nice and shiny shoes were a blue gooey mess.
The mistress picked up the brush again and turned her attentions to painting Daisy's bare upper thighs and bottom. Once she was pretty much done she finished off her lover's messy torment by sticking the coarse thick brush, laden with sticky blue paint, inside her latex panties and twirling it around vigorously. This produced a high pitched, delectable squeak from Daisy, and a very sexy little wiggle of her pert, round behind.
The audience applauded, Bess let her lover know that she was messed up enough and so Daisy relaxed and stood up properly. She was a sight, the fantastic, beautiful, pvc clad French maid had been totally and utterly messed up, she was plastered from head to toe in horrible, disgusting gunge. She loved it and the crowd applauded. The two turned to the audience and acknowledged the acclaim and cheers and wolf whistles abounded. They were effusive in their praises of the now unrecognisable and very messy pvc clad French maid and the utterly clean and spotless latex mistress who had orchestrated her downfall.
The cheers all of a sudden changed into 'ooh's and other anticipatory noises. The clean Bess was puzzled by this development, what on earth was wrong? She turned round to see what Daisy was up to and was immediately met by a very well aimed, very large and very gooey pie to the face. There was an enormous roar from the crowd at this development, they had enjoyed the sexy French maid getting messed up, and now they felt that it was high time for her mistress to experience a little bit of revenge.
Daisy followed up her initial attack with two more pies in a sandwich around her head, the cool sloppy cream engulfing her beautiful long blonde hair. Bess reeled, tottering unsteadily on the tall heels of her thigh high boots and an expression of mock outrage on her face in order to play to the crowd. It was perfect slapstick.
Her outrage continued as Daisy grabbed tin after tin of lumpy baked beans and poured them mercilessly down her lover's huge thigh length boots. While Bess pretended to be unhappy for the audience's sake, she didn't struggle or try to get away at all, in reality she was loving the treatment being metered out to her. The cold beans slapped wonderfully, horribly down the shafts of her red patent leather boots and squidged disgustingly down at their bottoms, the soft beans being crushed beneath her pretty little toes.
Bess' faux agonized expression was really great, she was loving playing to the crowd and indeed both of them were really enjoying the impromptu pantomime that they were putting on. This was no surprise in the case of Bess, she had quite a bit of history in this field, not least the gunging at the school fete. However it was rather a turn up for the books in the case of Daisy, she had not previously showed signs of being this extroverted. It showed how much the challenges had changed her, had caused her personality to evolve and had made both of them more prepared to throw themselves into any wam situation and to have fun at the same time.
Next in Daisy's arsenal were a couple of cans of squirty cream. Just as Bess had done to her, she decided to wam her lover from the inside out. Having already filled her tall boots to the brims she got to work on the latex dress. She suck the nozzles down the front of the dress, around Bess' cleavage and presses the twin buttons. The crowd could hear the loud squirting, but there were no visible effects as yet, aside that is from the mock disgust on her face. Bess was struggling to conceal her inner delight however.
Eventually, after a good couple of minutes of constant squirting, they began to see little blobs of cream dropping out of the bottom of the bright shiny dress. There was a mixture of disgusted 'ooh's and celebratory cheers from the crowd as they imagined the horrible destruction of Bess' lithe, sexy body underneath her figure hugging outfit.
Next Daisy removed her lover's long latex gloves. She took them away, over to the trolley and perused its contents for a second. Gleefully she seized on an enormous jar of sticky strawberry jam and proceeded to dunk the gloves inside, sliming the strips of inky black latex and even filling them up somewhat. She brought them back to Bess, who gave an 'Oh No!' expression to the crowd, but nevertheless held out her arms to let Daisy re-clothe her.
It was at this point that her mask finally slipped, it was just such a ridiculous situation that she couldn't help but giggle and laugh. Daisy laughed too, and so did the crowd, more than happy to join in the pair's fun. It was very difficult indeed to squeeze her fingers and arm inside the latex glove, it was so incredible sticky and squidgy. After several minutes struggle she eventually had one on properly and so started on the second. This one was even more full of jam and her putting it on caused the sticky mess to squirt out of the top and spatter over her outfit and also Daisy's, though this didn't make too much difference. At last she had both gloves on properly and her Bess' arms were covered from fingertips right up to her shoulders in sticky, slimy, horrible jam and she loved the sensations it was giving her.
Daisy at this point decided to give up of nibbling round the edges of her lover's outfit and indeed to abandon any pretence of finesse at all. She grabbed bucket after bucket of disgustingly messy food and flung their contents all over Bess. Beans splattered into her slinky black corset and still relatively clean latex dress, gravy was thrown right into her pretty face, a bucket of green gunge impacted right on her peachy, sexy, latex covered bottom.
Daisy finished her onslaught with a large bowl of cold lumpy porridge plopped right over Bess' head, the slop dripping off her beautiful head. The two blonde lovers were now totally and utterly covered in every sort of horrible, cold slimy mess you could imagine and they were enjoying it immensely. They turned to the crowd and took several bows, all accompanied by absolutely rapturous applause. Some even through coins at their feet, there were even a couple of pieces of paper money. Bess collected this all up in order to make sure it went straight to school funds.
The last thing they did, the very last piece of wam, not just in this task but in all five challenges, was to take big, creamy pies and smush them, gently and lovingly into each others faces, the crowning glory of their wet and messy adventures with 'G', a sealing of all that they had learned and experienced over the last few weeks.
Barely had they completed this loving act than the phone box from which they had received their important call earlier in the day and that was quite close to her current position, started to ring. It was an ominous sound. Both Daisy and Bess were sure that the call had to be for them. They looked at each other, then pushed their way through the remains of the dissipating crowd, squeezed themselves into the small box and lifted the receiver.

It was no surprise to either of them when the voice on the end of the phone turned out to be the robotic voice that had previously been employed in conversations with 'G'.
"WELL DONE DAISY," the voice said, "AND WELL DONE BESS. YOU HAVE NOW COMPLETED ALL OF MY MESSY TASKS AND COME THROUGH THE TEST WITH FLYING COLOURS. COME TO THE UPPER ROOM OF THE ROSE AND CROWN INN, IT IS THE PUB THAT OVERLOOKS THE TOWN SQUARE. THERE YOU WILL FINALLY FIND OUT MY IDENTITY."
The two blonde, messy lovers looked at each other and shrugged, if their opponent wanted them to go to an overlooking pub then they would go. The poor barman's eyes popped at the vision of two ravishingly beautiful women stepping into his pub dripping various different types of slime on his floor, but he recovered himself well.
"Ah," he said, "you two must be the ones I've been expecting. I was told your attire might be a little - unusual. Go straight up the stairs at the back and go through the first door you come to."
They followed his instructions and sure enough they came to a large, sparsely furnished private room. It had obviously been used up until recently to spy on the show that had just taken place in the town square, but had now had all its curtains drawn and reduced to semi darkness. The sole source of light was a single spotlight that was positioned at the far end of the room and directed in a way designed to dazzle Daisy and Bess. It was a slightly unnerving setup, more reminiscent of an interrogation room than a place of celebration. There was a small, tall table right in front of them containing a red bag, the last piece of the puzzle.
"WELCOME DAISY AND WELCOME BESS," said the mechanical voice, much closer than either of them had ever heard it before, "YOU MAY NOW TAKE THE LAST CLUE, THE FINAL ITEM THAT WILL REVEAL MY IDENTITY." Daisy immediately stepped forward, but Bess stuck an arm out to stop her.
"Wait," she said to Daisy, and then in a loud, confident voice addressed herself to the light at the other end of the room, "We don't need it. Come out and show yourself Geoffrey, we know it's you." There was a pause for about thirty seconds. Daisy was worried, had Bess spoilt it, had their tormentor become angry with them? But no her fears were allayed by sudden bellows of laughter emanating from somewhere behind the spotlight.
"Well done," came a voice, a real voice this time, a human voice and a familiar one. The sound confirmed their suspicions. From the far side of the room, out the shadows. It was an older man, he was clad in a trilby hat and had a large, bushy mustache. He also had on sunglasses. This apparition was very surprising indeed, he was not who they had been expecting at all and didn't fit the sound of the voice.
However then he proceeded to remove his had, and from underneath it removed a wig. He took off his sunglasses and finally peeled off his mustache. Before them stood a completely different looking man. He was in his late twenties or early thirties, sandy hared and quite handsome. It was their tormentor, their opponent, the man who had set all the messy, horrible challenges over the past week, and indeed was responsible for their current very slimy condition. It was the man that they had been expecting.
It was Mr. Drake.
The woodwork teacher who had been the genius behind the very first gunging at the summer fate, the man who had gladly altered the dunktank from that sliming for their own personal use (and judging by the photographs which had started them on this wild trail in the first place, installed a secret camera as well). it was him.
Daisy grinned at him, pleased as punch that the mysterious figure had at long last been fully exposed. Bess however somehow managed to keep her emotions under wraps and maintained her cool, calm exterior. Mr. Drake casually dropped the black box that he had been carrying and said:
"I guess I wont be needing the voice modulator any more." He took the red bag and revealing the scrabble letter inside, this one bearing the letter 'D'.
"And I guess you wont be needing this letter," he continued, "well done for working it out." The three people, the three combatants looked at each other, taking stock of each other, eyeing each other up.
"So what do you think?" asked Mr. Drake with a small smile on his face. There was silence for a few moments.
"You are a very devious man," said Bess at last in a somewhat cold, reprimanding voice. Mr. Drake looked rather worried about this, and more than a little hurt.
"But we love it!" cried Daisy in a burst of exuberance, breaking the tension and putting Mr. Drake out of his misery. He seemed a very relieved man and laughed, relaxing somewhat.
"Yes," added Bess, "we really like what you've done for us. It's really helped cement our relationship and it means an awful lot to us." There was a lot of mutual respect between the trio, and they laughed a lot, reminiscing about their varying experiences over the last few weeks.
"Anyway," said Mr. Drake, "you must have quite a few questions about all those challenges, there must be so much to still explain."
"You bet," replied Daisy, still giddy with the excitement of the denouement, "let's start off by you telling us how you made all those letters to us."
"That's an easy one," said Mr. Drake, "I just used my left hand, which made the spidery scrawl that you saw. I didn't dare use my normal writing unless Bess recognized it from school."
"Quite right," said Bess approvingly, "I no doubt would have solved the puzzle even earlier. I have a question. How did you get possession of the warehouse? For ages I thought you must have been a businessman or a shopkeeper or something."
"Well I have a few contacts in that area is all," replied Mr. Drake, "it belonged to a friend. I still had problems though, I could only have the use of it on that particularly day, and found out about it a very short notice. In fact you probably learned of it only a few minutes after I did. I was very glad indeed when you arrived in that suit of yours, very nice indeed."
"Talking of suits," broke in Daisy, "how on earth did you engineer that rubber suit that you made me wear for a day and a half? How did the sensors work?"
"They didn't!" said Mr. Drake with a chortle, "there never were any sensors. Instead the lock was worked via remote control. Here, it was this little gizmo." He took a small black box out of his pocket with a large round red button on it. Immediately it was swiped by Bess who concealed it about her person.
"I'll take that," she said, "I might be needing this in future!" Daisy thought that she might be in some trouble when Bess put the box and the suit to use, but now she was much more concerned about finding out about the mechanics of her other challenge.
"How exactly did you get into that abandoned fairground and rig up the haunted house?" she asked.
"Well that particular ride was designed for my dad," Mr. Drake replied, "that was his job, designing rides for fairgrounds. I still had an old set of keys so it was easy to get access. The Haunted House was very easy to adapt for your messy trip. In fact it might almost have been built for the purpose."
"I have one final question," said Bess, "about the very first challenge. How did you manage to get the red bag out into the middle of that field of mud? Did you do it yourself?" Mr. Drake looked a lot more serious at this question.
"No, I didn't do it myself," he said in a grave tone, "I had some help with that. You didn't quite figure everything out. I have a partner, I have always had a partner. Come on out." A further figure stepped out of the shadows behind the light and walked up to the trio. She was a woman with long dark hair, falling dead straight down her back. Her severe but beautiful features were formed in a bemused look and her ruby red lips were curled in a slight smile. She was clad in a stunning black evening dress, it draped over her thin, angular body and wouldn't have looked out of place on a fifties movie star, except for the fact that it was entirely constructed of black pvc. She was a figure that both Daisy and Bess recognized, but it was Daisy that first spoke.
"Kirsty!" she exclaimed in a quite simply astonished voice. Indeed it was her, the only member of the Sploshington Girls' School Charity Committee that had planned the gunging of Bess at the fete who hadn't subsequently taken part in the subsequent messy Halloween party. She had been out of the country at the time and had always been the most mysterious one amongst the group of friends. Daisy had lost touch with her, or so she thought, but here she was.
"What on earth are you doing here?" asked Bess, just as astonished as her lover.
Now you see the purpose of this whole exercise," she purred in a smoky, low registered voice, "the real purpose I mean. You two had a big messy party to announce that you were an item. And we have set you these challenges to announce that Geoff and I are also an item." The woman and the man leaned in to kiss while Daisy and Bess stood flabbergasted, this was completely out of the blue. Seeing that this latest development caused many questions to arise Kirsty broke off in order to deliver an explanation of a few things.
"You're probably wondering how this situation came about. Well we met in a 'specialist' club."
"I designed the wrack myself," broke in Geoffrey, beaming with pride.
"Indeed," continued Kirsty, "it was after I'd come back to England for the funeral of some old aunt of mine that I'd never met. We discovered that we had a mutual interest in a great many things, wam being one of them, and so we got together. The aunt, it turned out, had left me quite a bit of money in her will, and so I used it to set up my own shop. With quite a lot of help from Geoff of course." They smiled at each other.
"It was really all her," said Geoffrey modestly.
"Anyway, it's a bit of an unusual shop, we stock 'specialist' items there."
"I think I know that shop," interrupted Daisy, "I think one of the people I work with has gone there."
"Oh, you mean Katie?" Daisy nodded.
"Yes, she's one of my best customers these days. In fact you will find that your outfits today are from my shop. I selected them myself." Daisy and Bess were very impressed by this, Kirsty's shop seemed to be a great operation.
"We like them very much," said Daisy with enthusiasm, "though I don't think you can see much of them under all this messy gunk." This was indisputably true, there wasn't much of either of their fantastic pvc and latex costumes visible under the thick layer of foodstuffs.
"That brings us to a very salient point," said Geoffrey, bringing proceedings under his control once more, "we have set up lots of gungings for you, you've been covered in food, gunge, mud, you've been soaking wet and freezing cold. Now I think it might be time for you to have the upper hand. It is time for your revenge." Daisy thrilled at this statement, her mind reeled at the possibilities for wam that she herself could set up, though in tandem with Bess of course. That was why she was more than surprised when Bess said:
"No." She turned to her lover with amazement on her face.
"No!? Why not?" Daisy cried.
"We're not going to take revenge because I have a better idea. We enjoyed all the gungings and it really helped us, so it wouldn't really be appropriate for us to retaliate. However I do think that you owe us a favour, and I have an idea that could use your particular talents."
"What is it?" asked Geoffrey, intrigued by the way things were going.
"The Sploshington Girls' School are having their Spring Fete soon. I want to engineer a most spectacular gunging for it, a magnificent one that will be a worthy sequel to mine at the Christmas fete. I'm sure that you will cope admirably." Daisy was ecstatic at this suggestion, it was a brilliant idea and one that she was sure would more than make up for relinquishing revenge. Geoffrey pursed his lips as he considered the suggestion. He gave a brief glance towards Kirsty, who nodded almost imperceptibly.
"Alright," he said, "I'll do it on just one condition."
"What's that?" asked Bess.
"That you help me." Bess nodded immediately, happy to give aid to a fellow wammer.
Kirsty realised that all the proper business of the day had been conducted, and she produced a bottle of Champagne and four glasses. The cork was popped with alacrity and the sparkling liquid distributed quickly. As soon as this task was completed she proposed a toast.
"To being wet and messy!" The quartet clinked their glasses and drank deeply. Then Bess proposed a further toast:
"To the Spring Fete!"

[smittybill53]

I must say that this story is getting better and better with each part. I can only imagine what ordeals you will have this cast of characters going through in the next installments. I wait with bated breath (caused by the custard flowing over my head) for the next chapter of this tantalizing messy series to continue.

Keep up the fantastic work