The Fair: a TnM offshoot

[Naughtynat]

Sorry it's been a while (er... 3 months). Real life and all that overrated nonsense. Anyway, i don't think this one ever got posted on ECG so hopefully this is brand new to everyone. Tash and Mike are present again, but they aren't the main characters. I wrote this in 2006 so it's not perfect and the ending is frankly a bit ridiculous but it's more overtly sexual and probably my favourite story that i actually finished. Enjoy:


It had been a pretty dull summer so far for Carry. Her friends had all been busy with other things or gone on holiday and she was bored. The only light at the end of the tunnel was her school’s summer fair but only students with ninety-five per-cent attendance or those who were helping out had been allowed to go for free. Carry fell under neither of these categories and being an un-employed sixteen year old she was unable to afford the five pounds entry fee. It was driving her crazy. Her sister, Tash, was never there. She was either working or round at her boyfriend’s house. There was only one thing for it; she would have to volunteer. It would mean spending the day working but at least she’d have something to do and would see her friends. Besides, she thought, I can easily find a way to slack off.
The fair would take place in three days – a Saturday. She dug out her school books and found the phone number for the office, hoping someone would be there.
‘Hello, Priory High School. This is the secretary, Miss McFinnigan speaking. How can I help you?’
‘Oh, Miss you’re a life-saver,’ replied Carry. ‘I was wondering if there’s anything I can do to help on Saturday.’
‘Well there is one thing that hasn’t been volunteered for yet and we’re getting a little desperate. Not that I can say I’m surprised,’ said the prim sounding secretary.
‘Well…’
‘I don’t think you’ll want to do this.’
‘What is it?’ asked Carry, becoming increasingly impatient.
‘We need someone to take turns in the stocks. We only had one volunteer but it wouldn’t be fair to let her stay in there all day I’m afraid.’
‘The stocks.’ The tone of her voice showed just how under-whelmed she was by such a prospect.
‘Yes. Are you willing to help out then?’
Carry stopped to think for a moment. She hadn’t really considered the idea of getting wet but she was really bored and it was only an hour at a time. A little water never hurt anyone, right? She’d been messier than that before, although none of her friends had been around to see that.
‘Do I have to wear anything specific?’ she asked.
‘Not really, though I would advise you don’t wear anything too expensive, of course.’
‘And it will definitely just be for an hour at a time, so that’s like, what… four hours, total?’
‘Yes,’ replied Mrs McFinnigan.
‘And who’s the other volunteer?’
‘That would be Rachel.’
‘Wow, really? Ok then, I’ll do it.’
‘Excellent. See you at nine on Saturday to set-up. Don’t be late!’
‘Yes, miss. Bye.’
Finally she had something to do! She could almost feel the boredom wash away with the thought of seeing her mates again. What to wear though, she wondered. I don’t want to get my clothes soaked or anything but I can’t go naked either, obviously. She stepped over to her wardrobe and began to sift through its contents. After a good ten minutes she finally decided on a plain black low-cut top and a pair of tight-ish black jeans. She was all set.
After a few more boring days, Saturday finally rolled around. She got up bright and early to get ready and set off on the walk to school for probably the last time ever. Having finished a few weeks earlier, she wasn’t missing school as such but she definitely missed seeing her friends every day. Normally she would have avoided helping the school (or getting her clothes wet for that matter) like the plague, especially since she left, but tedium had gotten the better of her so off she went.
She was greeted in the playground by an empty-looking group of stalls and Mrs McFinnigan. Nothing much seemed to be going on except for a few students laying out the various stalls and attractions. At the far end of the yard was the set of stocks with Carry presumed she would soon become more familiar with.
‘Ah, hello there, Carry,’ said Mrs McFinnigan politely. ‘The fair starts at ten but I needed you here early to help us set things up.’
‘Ok,’ was her reluctant reply. This had not been mentioned in their phone conversation but it didn’t seem too important.
‘Your friend will be here shortly but I need to explain a few things first.’
Carry’s concern began to grow. What could need explaining about putting your head in a stock and taking a few sponges to the face?
‘Like what?’ she enquired.
‘Well the organisers decided that all helpers should be in uniform; helps to give a sense of unity and neatness to the proceedings.’
‘You are joking, right?’
‘I’m afraid not but don’t worry, if you don’t have your uniform with you we can lend you some spare PE kit,’ said the secretary, apologetically. ‘I’m sure that will suffice for your task anyway.’
‘You want me to wear a white t-shirt to get wet in?’
‘Get wet in? You’ll be getting more than wet, missy. If you don’t like it you can go home and get your uniform or go home and stay – your choice.’
Carry was livid. ‘What do you mean I’ll be getting more than wet?’
‘Did you think we were just going to throw sponges at you? Who would pay for that, dear? No, no. We need to make money here. We’re selling different foodstuffs for people to use. Messier substances will incur higher prices, of course. This school is in debt, Carry, and this fair is the last chance we have of making money before term time comes round again,’ she added in matter-of-fact voice.
With no clever comeback for once in her life, Carry stormed off in a huff. There were still fourty-five minutes before the fair opened - plenty of time to go home and change but did she even want to stay after what she’d been told? Even if she did, was it really better to get messy in a white polo shirt and trousers than it was in a t-shirt and shorts? After all, they were both white and would go see-through at the first sight of anything wet. At least the trousers would keep her warm, though. She made up her mind and set-off back home to change. Missing out on the only chance to see her friends was not an option, even if it meant she had to be shown-up a little. A little spilt food never hurt anyone, anyway.
Within twenty minutes she was home and changed into the uniform she had come so close to burning. Thankfully she had decided to keep it for when her little sister started high school in a few years. The feel of those tight trousers brought back a hundred memories of mischievous school activities and the polo shirt was a reminder of countless summer days, lost to the annals of time. She almost felt glad to be putting it back on for one last time, reliving those memories as she fastened up her shoes and made her way to the front door. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
She was back in the school yard with ten minutes to spare and made her way over to the stocks, where Mrs McFinnigan and Rachel, also in her uniform, were waiting for her.
‘Hey, Pop. You got roped into this too then?’
‘Hi, Rach. Yeah. I thought it’d just be a couple of sponges or something.’
‘It could be worse I guess,’ replied the brown-haired girl called Rachel. ‘I’m almost looking forward to it in fact,’ she added with an embarrassed look on her face.
‘Whatever, I’m just glad to be seeing you guys again.’
‘Nobody else is coming, Pop. It’s just you and me.’
Carry looked horror-stricken. She had not been expecting this. ‘What?’ was all she could manage for a response.
‘I thought you knew. Half of them are on holiday and Rose moved down South somewhere. Didn’t they tell you?’
‘No!’ Great, she thought, just great. Not only do I have to be covered in food in front of the whole school but hardly anyone I know is going to be here. Not that it’s a bad thing when you look at it that way but I wouldn’t be here at all if I knew they weren’t coming. She groaned audibly.
‘Well forget about it now. This thing starts in a minute and there’s nothing we can do. Might as well just sit back and enjoy it.’
Carry couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Enjoy it? What was wrong with this girl? What was there possibly to enjoy about having a bunch of weirdo’s pay to throw food at you? Could this day possibly get any worse, she pondered, trying not to jinx herself.
‘Hey, Carry!’
Oh God, please don’t let that be who it sounded like, she prayed.
‘Me and Tash were bored so we thought we’d come check out your school fair. What are you doing?’
‘Oh, me? Nothing,’ she floundered. It was Mike, her sister’s boyfriend, and Tash, her sister. Of all the people who could have shown up, these were the last two she would have wanted.
‘What’s with the uniform? You here to help out, then?’
‘Er, yeah. Something like that, I guess.’
‘You’re going in the stocks? Awesome,’ he replied, enthusiastically.
She really didn’t want to be humiliated in front of her sister and knew that if they found out she was going in the stocks then Mike would definitely pay good money to have a go. She’d once tipped ice-cream over him in their back garden and he promised revenge. He also had a thing about girls and messy food that she thought was a little weird. She searched her brain for some kind of reply.
‘Actually, I’m, er… I’m just saying hi to my mate,’ she managed. ‘I’m just a kind of general helper. You know what I mean.’
‘Ok. Well I guess we’ll see you later, Pop. Me and Mike are gonna take a look round. See ya’.’
The sigh of relief that escaped from Carry almost blew her backwards. Could she possibly keep this pretence up all day, though? The chances of them not coming back over in one of the hours she was supposed to spend in the stock were remote at best. Her best bet was that either they hadn’t brought any money or that they’d spend it all before they came back over. Her thoughts were cut-off abruptly…
‘Carry, you want to go first or second?’ It was Rachel who appeared to have been trying to get her attention for a good few minutes. ‘The fair is opening, Pop.’
‘Oh, sorry… yeah, whatever,’ she replied, absently.
‘Ok, I’m gonna go have a look round then. I’ll be back in an hour.’
Carry’s hearing and social awareness suddenly came back to her with a bang. ‘What? Wait, I don’t want to go first.’ It was too late, though. Rachel was already out of earshot. She was left alone with the wooden contraption and her overseer, Mrs McFinnigan.
‘Better get ready,’ said the haughty secretary.
There was nothing left to say. Resigned to her fate, Carry move behind the stock and lifted the top piece. Placing her head on the wood and her hands on either side, she allowed the crude machine to close itself around her. After testing the sturdiness of her surroundings she dared a glance around the yard. Luckily for her, not many people were there so far. There were quite a few people coming in through the gates but most of them were choosing to start off inside where the food stalls were. However, the fair wasn’t due to end until six. That meant a total of four hours in this thing and no chance of avoiding getting messy.
In fact, it took less than ten minutes for someone to come over and give her a taste of things to come. Not an unpleasant taste, she had to admit, but it would have been better placed in her mouth rather than all around it. The first customer had been an annoying little giggling kid who thought it would be funny to splat a pie into her face. Carry, however, didn’t see the funny side of it but she managed to force a smile.
The first hour seemed to drag on forever. After another fifteen minutes she got her second patron, a young girl who she vaguely recognised from a couple of years below her at school. The girl handed some change to Mrs McFinnigan and picked up a thick-looking cream pie. She stepped up to Carry and placed the pie firmly in her face before smearing it up and back over the top of her head, coating her hair with the thick cream. She coughed and spluttered, doing anything she could to remove the sticky substance from her face but to little avail. The younger girl trotted away and left Carry with a face-full of thick, white cream.
Mrs McFinnigan was kind enough to wipe away the worst of it with a towel and clear her eyes but most of the cream remained where it was. Carry was given little time to recuperate as another little boy had appeared in front of her with his mother. The woman seemed to spend a little longer counting her change this time and sure enough, the little brat picked up two pies instead of one. The kid, about ten years old maybe, didn’t have quite the same finesse of the last girl. He simply splatted both pies into either side of her face, simultaneously and let the paper plates drop to the floor. Our poor student was left with a face-full of thick cream once again as her world turned white. The feeling of thick cream piled up on her face disgusted Carry and again she struggled to remove it, with little success. The kid giggled and walked off with his mother while Carry had her face wiped with a towel again.
As the next person stepped up Carry risked a glance at the food table and then at the clock. There was still an immense number of cream pies surrounded with various buckets and jugs, most of which she couldn’t see into. Her first hour was almost up, though and she could maybe avoid more mess if she was lucky. Rachel had just returned from browsing the fair and the girl in front of the desk was still sifting through her purse.
‘Hey, Miss. Can you let me out now? It’s Rachel’s turn.’
‘You still have two more minutes, Carry.’
‘It’s ok, Miss,’ interrupted Rachel. ‘I’ll take over.’
With that, she lifted the top section away from Carry’s head and freed her for the next hour. It felt great to be out and she immediately stretched her back to rid it of the stiffness of standing in the same position for the past sixty minutes. Three more hours of this is going to be hell, she thought. At least that first hour wasn’t too bad, though. If there are only three people per hour it might not be too bad. She gave her face a good wipe and headed for the main building.
‘Have fun, Rach,’ she said playfully and then disappeared indoors.
She looked everywhere but Rachel had been right, none of her friends were here at all. On her way back to the assembly hall to grab some food, she noticed with horror that it was already eleven-forty-five. She had fifteen minutes before she had to go back in that… thing. With a sigh, she picked up a sandwich and handed it to Mrs Johnson. She munched on the bread and cheese snack while she walked back over to the top of the yard.
It seemed like things were definitely getting a little more intense in her absence. Rachel’s face was coated in cream and, by the look of things, a bucket of something had been tipped over her back. Strangely, though, she didn’t seem to mind too much. Her shirt was coated in custard but she had a big grin on her face. She smiled at Carry as she approached and scanned around for more customers. There were one or two more people around and Carry was glad to still have five minutes before she went back in the stock. However, news of the attraction was bound to have spread and she was certain that the next hour would not be as quiet.
A guy from Carry’s year at school was next up to the stocks and handed over what looked like paper money from her perspective. She would have felt sorry for Rachel if it wasn’t for the fact that it would be here in there otherwise. The guy picked up one of the jugs from the table and moved behind the stocks. What the hell, thought Carry. I wasn’t expecting that. She thought they were just going to get hit in the face with pies all day. What on earth could be in those jugs and buckets anyway? She wasn’t sure she wanted to know since it was probably going to end up covering her at some stage. The unnamed boy upended the jug into the back of Rachel’s trousers and a cascade of egg yolks made its way down the back of her ass and legs. She shivered, presumably from the cold and let out a gasp. Most of the stuff oozed out of the bottom of her trouser legs but, clearly, some of it must have remained around her butt. The cheeky guy gave it a little pat and walked off with a smirk on his face but not before giving Carry a disconcerting wink.
A few seconds later Rachel was out of the stocks and wiping herself with a towel. Carry moved gingerly towards the cream-dowsed wooden creation. She composed herself before plunging her head into the hole and waiting to be locked in. She looked around and saw a queue of people waiting to gunge her. Oh, fantastic. What kind of weirdo’s find this entertaining anyway, she asked herself. She also noticed the same guy had gone to the back of the queue again. At least that explained the wink.
The first person in the queue was a bit older than most that she’d seen so far. He looked around eighteen maybe and seemed to have a hard time finding what he wanted from his wallet. That probably wasn’t a good sign, Carry decided. After handing something to the overseer, he grabbed two big cream cakes. They must have been almost a foot across and coated entirely in wet icing with cream between the two layers. Hardly an inch of sponge was visible anywhere. With a smile on his face, he pushed the first cake into Carry’s face, sending cream and icing spurting out all over the wooden boards and utterly covering her face once again. Before she had time to see where he had gone, the guy had moved round behind her and pulled her trousers away from her body. The second cake, predictably was dropped down the back of her trousers and splatted against her thong-covered behind. Carry squealed as the cold, clammy icing clung to her ass and cream dribbled down the back of her legs. She shuddered at the sensation and the thought of what was going on behind her.
Mrs McFinnigan eventually wiped Carry’s eyes clear but the remnants of the second cake were left in her trousers, much to her dismay. She was given no time to take stock of what just happened as the next customer appeared in front of her with a jug in one hand. The blonde girl lifted the jug above Carry’s head and turned the jug up-side-down. With an audible plop, a huge dollop of rice pudding landed on top of her head. Her face was a picture of disgust as some the thick pudding oozed down either side of her head. Most of it, however, stayed right on her head in a ridiculous looking creamy lump. It wasn’t often that Carry was left speechless but now was one of those times. Tash would have paid good money just to hear the sound of Carry not talking.
She managed a quick peak at the clock before another girl was in front of her, holding another jug. It was only half-past twelve but the queue seemed to be slowly disappearing for dinner. The girl in front of her tipped an entire jug of sticky maple syrup all over Carry’s back, leaving a golden-brown, opaque path right down the poor victim’s spine. The back of her red bra was clearly visible but the syrup just sat there, not moving but seeping through the polo shirt and sticking it heavily to her skin. It felt so sticky that she hardly dared to move in case it touched more of her deeply-tanned skin or ran down into her thong. She was desperate to avoid getting it in there as it would take ages to get rid of the stickiness and she hadn’t thought to bring any spare clothes with her.
Her train of thought was once again interrupted by someone wanting to add to her misery. It was the guy from before. He was the only one left in the queue now since it was starting to drag on for one o’clock and people were clearly getting hungry. But this guy had hung around just to humiliate Carry, or so it seemed. He seemed to hand over a lot of money and, sure enough, he picked up two jugs and a cream pie. Carry visibly recoiled in horror at the prospect of what he might do but she didn’t get far and only succeeded in sending the trickle of syrup further along her back. He took his time, as if he was enjoying revenge for something, which struck her as odd. She didn’t recognise him at all but the look on his face spoke a thousand words, most of which weren’t very pleasant.
‘Hi, Carry. Remember me?’
No, she thought, but said nothing.
‘It doesn’t matter,’ he stated.
He stepped behind the board and Carry was expecting her ass to be targeted again. Was it really that attractive? Instead, though, he unbuttoned the top of her polo shirt and poured the contents of the first jug inside. It sagged inside her shirt, not touching her skin but not dripping out through the material either. Carry was unable to see what it was but it was evidently thick. Next, he put the tip of the jug on her thong, right between her firm cheeks. She looked around for assistance from Mrs McFinnigan but she seemed to be busy counting the money. Seeing this, her torturer peeled the matching red thong away from her skin and tipped the second jug inside it. Her body seized up as the freezing cold slime hit her bare skin. It had to be ice-cream or something, it was too cold to be anything else. It ran all over her butt and down the front of her thong, hitting every inch of skin between. The sensation was quite literally breath-taking. Her body tried to jerk against its restraints but was unable to do so. The unknown boy could do nothing but laugh at her demise as she struggled in vain to do stem the ice-cold flow of cream. Unfortunately for her, this allowed the syrup from the last customer to trickle down her back and complete its journey to her thong. It crept inside, aided by the jug which had been jammed between the elastic of her thong and her body, leaving a gap for the unbelievably sticky liquid to ooze through. The insides of her thong had become a veritable feast of mess – ice-cream and maple syrup – a fine combination.
As a finale to her messy torment, he used the cream pie to press whatever he’d placed inside her top into her chest. Later inspection revealed it to be strawberry angel delight and, mixed with the cream, it coated her bronze-coloured breasts. She felt utterly repulsed by the feeling of stickiness all over her lower half and around her bust, which had been destroyed by pink and white slime. For one final act of indignity, the boy gave her cute little ass a spank as he removed the jug and walked away, re-emphasising the sickly feeling of what was covering her behind.
‘Oh dear, you do look a mess,’ said Mrs McFinnigan, unapologetically.
‘Just let me out.’
‘Yes, alright. Did you bring any spare clothes with you?’
‘Of course not!’ replied Carry in a strop. ‘I wasn’t expecting this, was I?’
‘Well if you pop along to the PE room, Mr Cooke will lend you some spare shorts and a t-shirt but I doubt he has many pieces of girls underwear I’m afraid.’
‘Oh that’s just great,’ she cried. ‘I’ll just wander round with ice-cream in my pants shall I? I’m going home to change.’
‘You’d better come back, young lady, or there’ll be trouble.’
‘I’ll be back, ok?’
And without waiting for a reply, she stormed off, squelching between her legs as she walked. She couldn’t believe this had happened. By the time she arrived at home, after the most humiliating walk of her life, the slime in her top had melted and formed a puddle in her lacy red bra. Why did I think it would be a good idea to wear this today? I was expecting cute boys to see me get soaked through. Wouldn’t want them to see me in some tatty old piece of crap, would I? It was probably ruined now whatever the reason. She was glad to get it off and throw all her clothes in the wash. She had only kept one set her school uniform so what could she change into now that would be suitable, she wondered. After rooting around in her wardrobe for a while she managed to find a white t-shirt and another pair of trousers, identical to the last but without the added discomfort of ice-cream and syrup.
It took a solid thirty minutes of scrubbing to clean herself of all the mess she had accumulated and had to pay special attention to certain areas. Noticing how long it had taken, she quickly slipped into a black thong and matching bra and threw on her excuse for a uniform. She wasn’t sure it was worth the effort but she would have done anything to get that stuff off her. If only there wasn’t another two hours to suffer.
She arrived back in the yard just in time for Rachel to come out. She was barely recognisable under layers of cream and assorted foodstuffs but Carry could swear she was grinning again. What was wrong with this girl anyway? After wiping some of the cream away from the head-rest, she placed her head back into the now familiar position. Hopefully people had got bored by now. The queue was non-existent except for a couple of lurkers who would probably have a go. At least one was pretty hot, she thought to herself. If she had to be covered in food by someone she’d rather have it be someone like him. Maybe he’d even use his tongue to clean me up afterwards, she mused distractedly.
No luck, though. The first taker was another girl, this time with long black hair, similar to her own. She only picked up one pie, much to Carry’s relief. Stepping right up to her, she slapped the pie into the victim’s face and allowed the paper plate to join the various other condiments gathered on the floor by her feet.
Earlier experience had toughened Carry and she wasn’t fazed by a simple pie to the face any more. She just stood there, bent at the waist, and waited for more punishment. After all, nothing could be worse than what that stupid guy had done to her.
After some debate with a friend, the cute guy decided to give things a whirl. He handed some money over to Mrs McFinnigan and stepped up to the table. This time, Carry was almost willing him to do something, just as long as it wasn’t too messy. He flicked his hair out of his eyes and picked up a jug. Carry’s heart sank. He stepped behind her. It sank further still. But instead of what she’d been expecting, he picked up her foot and removed her shoe. He repeated this with her other foot and then removed both of her socks and threw them to one side. Next, he tipped half the jug of mayonnaise into each shoe and put them in front of her feet. Hesitantly, she put her feet back into the shoes, sending a wave of sauce squirting all over them. She wriggled her toes as the muscles in her feet spasm’d against the cold, almost sickening feeling of mayo between her digits.
Satisfied with his handiwork, the cute guy got up and left poor Carry to rue her misfortune. What a fantastic day, just fantastic. The first nice looking guy I see all day fills my shoes with mayonnaise and that’s practically a highlight! I can’t wait to go home and never come back to this hell hole. What was I thinking?
Her self-pity was short lived as it was time for her agony to be worsened again. This time, it was another girl from school who she recognised. She had been jealous of Carry since some incident with a guy they both liked. The guy chose Carry because she had bigger boobs or something, she couldn’t really remember since they’d only gone out for a couple of weeks anyway. Some girls just can’t deal with that kind of thing. At least she had some idea what this girl would target so she could prepare herself for it.
Predictably enough, the flat-chested girl picked up two cream pies and headed straight for Carry. With a workman-like motion, she planted the thick cream delicacies straight onto Carry’s impressive breasts. The plates clung there for a while before gravity took its course and pulled them to the floor, leaving a sticky mass of white on over the front of her white t-shirt. The slightest hint of the stuff had seeped through and left a trace of itself on her bronze bosom but it was enough to cause a little shudder.
Her next adversary was a guy she had fobbed off a few months ago. Have they deliberately brought these people here or something? He paid a good deal of money to be the first to pick up a bucket. Oh, boy, thought Carry. This is not going to end well. The bucket was fairly large and this kid was having trouble dragging it over to her, the contents sloshing around audibly, but he managed eventually. Struggling, he lifted the bucket above her as high as he could manage and poured the whole thing over her back.
‘Oh my god!’ she squealed as the torrent of ice-cold water hit her.
The syrup had been stickier and the ice-cream had reached places it really shouldn’t have but freezing cold water held its own terrors. She shivered wretchedly against the cold and her body tensed up immediately, doing anything it could to protect her from the cold. Every part of her body that could go hard did so. Her newly made see-through t-shirt matted to her body and water poured off it, streaming down her face also and dripping off her chin.
‘How could you do this to me?’
The boy walked off without replying, leaving Carry to be thankful that at least it was a nice sunny day. Thanks were unsurprisingly the furthest thing from her mind, however, as she looked at the clock. Still ten minutes to go but the queue was fairly sparse still. Nevertheless, another fellow student appeared to prolong her torture. This time it was someone she recognised immediately.
‘Rachel, what are you doing here?’
Her friend handed money over to the secretary without saying a word to Carry who was speechless for the second time in a day – surely a new record. Rachel picked up a jug from the table but this one didn’t contain anything liquid, at least, not directly liquid. She picked an egg from the half-dozen that were inside and took aim.
‘Rachel…?’
She launched it ferociously towards her friend and it splattered all over the wood over her head. Egg yolk ran down stock and began to stick Carry’s hair to her head in a sickly yellow gel. Another four followed in quick succession and had a similar effect. Carry’s face was streaked with egg yolk along her forehead where it had run from her hair and on her cheeks where the eggs had exploded next to her.
With one egg remaining, Rachel made her way behind Carry and whispered in her ear
‘Doesn’t this just drive you wild?’
Not waiting for a reply, she placed the egg under the waistband of Carry’s trousers, using the elastic to hold it in place. After waiting a few seconds for her victim to dwell on what was about to happen to her, she brought the flat off her hand down on her firm butt, splatting the egg in the process. The yolk ran right between her cheeks, following the path of her scanty black thong until gravity forced it to run down the inside of her left leg and out over her mayo-covered shoe. It sent a shiver all the way up her spine and a sense of betrayal in her brain. Why would Rachel do this to her, she wondered wretchedly, as the yellow slime oozed with an evil slowness over her cute behind, leaving a clammy feeling in its wake.
Before Carry could rebuke her, Rachel had disappeared, leaving her to wallow in her despair. Soaking wet and with an egg-covered butt, she glanced nervously at the clock, hoping it was close to three o’clock. To her good fortune she had just five minutes left; probably only time enough for one more patron. Perhaps more to her good fortune, said patron was not someone she recognised. It was a guy with short blond hair and a face which wasn’t un-attractive but failed to be particularly appealing also. He picked up a big bowl of red jelly and manoeuvred to where Carry was strapped in. Kneeling, he pulled the neck of her t-shirt away from the skin and moved the bowl inside her clothing. She could swear he had a quick feel around but there was little she could do about except stand there. His hands were clammy against her boobs but not as chilly as the jelly itself, which he scooped into her black bra.
The coolness of the jelly sent a brief shudder down her spine, not for the first time this afternoon. More water dripped off her dishevelled form and added to the already sizeable pool around her feet. The jelly wobbled when she moved, causing her breasts to do the same, much to the delight of the blond-haired guy. Leaving her rue his existence, the blond upped and left the stall, a huge grin on his face.
Carry was far from grinning but she was at least relieved to see that her hour was finally up – just one more to go. She’d managed to avoid Tash and Mike so far, now she just had sixty minutes to hold out before she could go home, albeit with her dignity in ruins. Dripping wet, thong full of egg yolk, shoes full of mayo and boobs covered in red jelly and cream, she left the stall and headed for the toilets to do a clean-up job.
Once inside, she removed her shoes and emptied out as much mayo as she could manage but she knew there was still some left in there. As she dropped her tight black trousers to the floor the egg yolk which her “friend” had placed there fell to the floor with a plop. Next she lifted up her top and tried to wring out as much water as possible. Still the shirt was pretty damp, as were her trousers and everything else. She scooped out as much of the jelly and cream from her cleavage as she could but a lot of it wouldn’t come out until she got home and had a shower, or at least took off her bra. With mayo still in her shoes, egg yolk still clinging to her butt and lumps of jelly and cream dotted around her bust, she left the toilets in a huff.
‘Hey, Carry! How’s it going?’
It was the moment she’d been dreading. ‘Er, hi, Mike. I’m ok I guess. Where’s Tash?’
‘Oh she’s in there too, you didn’t see her then?’
Thanking the stars she hadn’t she replied steadily ‘No.’
‘You should come with us for a while, we’re going on the bouncy castle when Tash gets out of there. What is it with you women anyway?’
‘I don’t really want to go on the bou—‘
Her reply was interrupted by Tash’s return. ‘Oh hi, Carry. We were just going to the bouncy castle. You coming? I know you love ‘em nearly as much as I do,’ she said excitedly.
‘I don’t know. I’m kind of busy.’
‘Too busy for a bouncy castle?’ asked Mike. ‘I don’t think so, come on.’
Sighing resignedly, she capitulated ‘Ok, ok. Let’s go then.’
The prospect of food bouncing around inside her clothes was not an appealing one but she had to keep her cover. If they found out that she was in the stocks they’d almost definitely want to come and have a go. Especially Mike, he had a bit of a reputation for that kind of thing. She just hoped nothing would fall out and give the game away.
Moments later they arrived at the inflated castle, where a bunch of people, mostly kids, were bouncing around with big grins on their faces. With similar looks on their faces, Mike and Tash were busy removing their shoes to enter the fray. Reluctantly, Carry forced a smile and did the same. Mike handed over some money and the three of them walked up the little ramp and into the middle of the rubber fortress. As soon as they entered she could feel the food she hadn’t managed to clean up bouncing around inside her clothes, particularly around her, well… bouncy bits.
Egg was finding its way into everywhere it shouldn’t be inside her thong, jelly was wobbling around in her bra and water was dripping everywhere. Fortunately for her, the time was quickly over and this bout of torture was over at least. Just one more hour in the stocks, surely nothing could be worse than what had happened already, she told herself, looking for something wooden to touch.
‘Hey, Pop, where you going next?’ asked Tash.
‘I’m going to er… hang round with my mates a bit.’
‘Funny, I haven’t seen any of ‘em. Mind if we tag along?’
Carry just about managed to hide her dismay at this suggestion. ‘I—‘
‘Great, you can show us round,’ Tash cut-in.
‘What… fine,’ she said, sighing. By this stage off the day her, after all she’d been through, Carry’s defences had utterly caved-in. ‘What have you already seen?’
‘Pretty much everything, I think. Oh, we haven’t seen what’s in the playground yet actually. Anything interesting there?’
Sighing inwardly, she replied ‘I suppose we’d better go find out.’
‘I heard there’s a set of stocks somewhere,’ Mike chipped in excitedly. ‘I bet it’s just sponges though.’
‘Nah, they’ve got… I don’t know, it’s kind of boring over there actually’
‘Can’t hurt to look though, right?’ he asked rhetorically.
Without replying, Carry led them to the playground and her least favourite part of the fair. Mike’s eyes practically lit up when he saw it.
‘So much for sponges, this is awesome.’
Rolling her eyes, Tash responded ‘sure, Mike. But it’s empty, maybe we can come back later.’
Empty, thought Carry, that means… she looked the nearest clock. Oh, God, I’ve got to get rid of them somehow. I can’t let them see me in there! She almost shuddered at the mere thought of it.
‘I really have to go now, I told Clare I’d meet her now.’
‘Alright, be like that. We’ll have a look round on our own,’ said Tash. ‘Come on, Mike. We can come back, I promise. Ok?’
‘Ok, see ya’ later then, Carry.’ And with that they were gone. Not half far enough for her liking, though. She still had an hour to go and they were definitely coming back. Maybe she could just run for it.
‘Ah, Carry, just in time,’ said the voice of Miss Finnegan. All plans of escape suddenly dispersed. ‘Just one hour left, I’m sure you’ll be glad to know. We have, however, received a very generous offer from the sponsors of the fair, which involves you.’
‘What would that be?’ asked Carry, becoming more and more short-tempered.
‘Well, our sponsors wish to promote their latest product and will double the money they’re giving to us if we help them with their promotional scheme.’
‘And that’s where I come in…’
‘The gentleman approaching us now will explain - he’s an executive from Wambrosia. Hello there, Mr Darley. This is Carry, our willing volunteer.’
Before she could disagree the interloper spoke first. ‘Ah. Excellent, Mrs Finnegan.’ Turning to Carry he added, ‘Thanks for helping us out. I’ll explain what we need you to do. I hope you aren’t shy.’
‘Uh… why?’
‘Well, in the spirit of the event we thought of the perfect advert for our latest creation, Rice Custard. Since you’re obviously not unfamiliar with our other products we thought you could help us out.’
‘…’
‘We’d like you to slide into a pool full of Rice Custard.’
‘What!?’
‘Wearing a bikini with our logo on it’
‘No! Not a chance.’
Miss Johnson felt the need to interject here. ‘Carry, it would look very good on your sixth form application if you were to help us out here’
‘Miss, haven’t I done enough already? Please don’t make me do this. There are so many people here that might see me’
‘There’s nobody else,’ interrupted Mr Darley, ‘and we have no time. The pool dive is supposed to start in five minutes. Miss Johnson, you must convince her!’
‘Carry, if you do this I will personally guarantee your place in our sixth form next term but I also guarantee that you will not be here next year if you do not.’
With hesitation she agreed. She was shown to a changing room and given the choice of three swimsuits while she washed up what was left of the earlier gunge. They were all purple, the colour of Wambrosia and, luckily, Carry’s favourite colour. The first was an Olympic style one-piece swimsuit which she hated. The second was slightly more to her taste but she didn’t like the bottom of the two-piece. The final one was identical but for the thong bottoms. Perfect, she decided. I might as well look good while I’m doing this stupid charity.
She finished cleaning the gunk out of every crevice and donned the swim suit. She then wrapped the dressing gown she had been given around herself and stepped out to where Mr Darley and Miss Johnson were waiting for her.
‘Excellent, you’re just in time, Carry,’ said the teacher.
‘Don’t worry,’ added Mr Darley, ‘You’ll be just fine. You’ll look just great. Now, are you ready to begin? Quite a crowd has gathered so this should be great publicity.’
‘Oh great,’ Carry heard herself say aloud.
She was ushered outside to the school yard where an inflatable pool had been erected in front of a baying crowd, mostly of guys she noticed. Perverts. On the far side of it were two men in purple ‘Wambrosia’ t-shirts emptying the last of a large collection of dustbins full of Rice Custard into the six-by-six foot pool. They’d certainly spared no expense, there had to be gallons of the pudding in there. As she approached she peered into the shallow pool and got a glimpse of the incredibly silmey looking custardy goo that was soon to be clinging to her near-naked body. It ebbed, oozed and slurped as the men added more to the mass of dessert which was already threatening to overflow its boundaries. The stuff was definitely thick
A small plastic slide was brought between Carry and her fate when the men had finished filling the pool. One end was placed into the pool, taking a few seconds to sink beneath the substantial weight of the Rice Custard, and the head was left in front of Carry. She climbed it in two steps and waited for Mr Darley to give her the go-ahead.
‘Welcome ladies and gentlemen. My name is Bill Darley, I’m here from the Wambrosia company to ensure that our sponsorship money for this event has been well spent. I think I can say with some certainty that it has and now it’s time for us to give something back, while spreading a little awareness of the next great advancement in desserts! No doubt you will have seen our various products around the fair here today, mostly on our brave vict– I mean, volunteer,’ he added with a motion towards Carry.
‘In the pool below our intrepid adventurer is exactly what I’m talking about, guys. You all know rice pudding and I’m sure you all know custard. Well this, ladies and gents, is Rice Custard! And for your entertainment, Carry here will be sliding into this six foot pool,’ he paused for a cheer from the crowd, which duly came.
‘…Wearing our special Wambrosia bikini!’ another, more deeply toned cheer came from parts of the crowd.
‘So, without further ado, Carry, show ‘em what you’ve got!’
Reluctantly she un-fastened the belt around her dressing gown and let it fall to the floor, inciting another cheer from the male sections of the audience.
‘A great advertisement for Wamboria I’m sure you’ll agree. Shall we give her a countdown then, guys? From five… Five!’ the crowd shouted along with him as Carry, looking horrified at what she was about to do, lowered herself onto the slide.
‘Four! Three! Two…’ there was a pause. Carry braced herself. ‘One!’
Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself down the slide. The brief journey, which was perhaps a second long in reality, seemed to stretch out forever. She glanced at the sloppy mess she was about to enter, then glanced around and was horrified to see Tash and Mike in the front row of the crowd, laughing like idiots.
Not for the first time today, her train of thought was rudely interrupted, as she felt the clammy cool sensation of rice custard on her toes quickly rising along her legs. A split second later her formerly pristine purple thong was buried under about two feet of the slimey dessert. She stopped with a slurp as she felt her peachy ass hit the bottom of the pool. She was covered in rice custard from her feet to her belly button. The feeling hit her with a shudder and she felt utterly disgusted, not to mention humiliated.
Slowly, she sank beneath the surface until she was up to her neck, clammy pudding coating her boobs and arms. The slimy rice started to ooze inside what little clothing she had on.
‘Ladies and gentlemen, give our brave volunteer a round of applause!’
The crowd responded with nearly hysterical clapping and laughter while Carry wallowed in the pool of rice custard.
‘Now before we let you out, we have another surprise for you all. Say hi to Tash and Mike!’
If Carry could possibly have felt worse, she did. Tash would find this hilarious and Mike… well, Mike had a thing for messy girls apparently. No matter how hard she tried she couldn’t make the ground swallow her.
‘They’re here to give Carry a final treat before we let her out. Hi, Tash. Hi, Mike. Looking forward to it?’
‘Absolutely,’ they replied honestly.
The next few moments happened in a blur through Carry’s eyes. She heard voices but they seemed mumbled, lost in a confusion of cheering and overly-loud microphone voices. She saw Tash go in front of her with something in her hand once the talking had stopped but Mike seemed to have disappeared. She became aware that she’d been asked to get on all fours and did so, her boobs just touching the surface of pudding and her ass likewise. She looked at Tash and noticed she had a Wambrosia cream pie in her hand.
Realisation hit back with a vengeance and suddenly Carry had some idea of what was about to happen. Then her world turned white as Tash smashed the pie into her face. A brief second later she felt her ass get a little colder. She turned to see Mike rubbing another cream pie on her cute butt. He gave it a little pat then stepped aside, leaving her to wallow once again. She collapsed into the pool, sending a splash of rice custard over the sides and coating any part of her body that wasn’t already covered.

*** Alternate Ending (I really couldn’t decide on an ending for this so here’s a kind of added bit to the end to make it a little sexier but a little less believable ***

…Again the tide of haziness descended on her and she was lost in a daydream. She rolled over on her back beneath the pudding and pulled herself up to her feet. Rice custard dripped off her, oozing over her every curve and down her scantily clad body. The noise seemed to lessen but she remained only vaguely aware of this. She pressed her boobs together, causing the pudding caught in her cleavage to ooze out over the top (and a few jaws in the audience to hit the floor faster than gravity could carry them). The louder voice seemed to be saying something but she continued to hold her breasts together for a few seconds. She then reached behind herself and began to unclip her bra. It’s messy, she thought dozily, I’d better get changed. The site of her bare breasts was too much for some and their cheers seemed to awake her from whatever state she had been in.
‘Oh my god!’ she shouted, looking down at her perfectly rounded breasts.
Quickly, she put her hands over them and jumped back down into the mire to cover herself. What had she done? With so many people there too she wasn’t sure if she wanted to be accepted into sixth form after this.
‘Um…’ Mr Darley floundered. ‘Let’s have it for Carry and her two friends!’

[uniformedmess]

awesome story even tho read it on ECG

[PleasePieMeMistress]

Loved It