This is a fiction story based on REAL events in Scotland. I suggest you start from part one.

Blackening the Bride - Part 4 - Solicitor
I knew that sometime within the next six weeks, I was going to be blackened. I wasn't a stranger to the practice, as this was my second marriage and I'd gone through it once before. I'd married at 22, got divorced at 27 and now, at the ripe old age of 35, I was marrying again, this time to my latest boyfriend Ben.
I knew that it would be at least a couple of weeks before I needed to worry about when I would be captured by my friends to be covered in filth. I'd lived in the same village all my life and had never seen anyone blackened within a week of their marriage date and never more than a month before.
Ben seemed to be looking forward to seeing me having my dignity totally destroyed and ending up so dirty that I would be almost unrecognisable.
We'd been living together for two years, and I'd been surprised, but very happy when Ben had proposed to me. The blackening before my wedding never occurred to me at the time as I said yes to his proposal and agreed to marry him.
However, I soon realised that had not been the case for Ben. As soon as I agreed to marry him, he produced a bottle of Champagne but, as we were drinking this, I could see that he was grinning.
I said, "What are you so amused about?"
"I'm looking forward to seeing you totally filthy, with your dignity totally destroyed when you're blackened before our wedding."
"Pervert!"
"I'm sure you're right. You know that I've always loved seeing messy women. Do you remember when you looked over my shoulder the other week and saw me on the internet looking at a messy website."
"Why would you ever want to see a woman ending as filthy as they do when they've been blackened? And more particularly, since you are my boyfriend and husband to be, isn't it your job to protect your future wife. You should be trying to stop people from messing me and humiliating me"
"You know that whatever I do or say, nothing will stop your friends from giving you the most disgusting blackening they can imagine. A blackening is not something you volunteer for. It will happen to you whether you like it or not."
"I know that, but do YOU want to see me filthy."
Ben said, "Too bloody right, I do! It's a once in a lifetime opportunity. I have never seen you really messy and probably never will again. I'm not going to miss seeing that for anything. You already know that I enjoyed that time when we played with chocolate finger paint. I loved licking the chocolate from a place that you don't normally find it."
Becky laughed. "And I think you enjoyed yourself that time when you told me that I was 'good enough to eat' before smearing my boobs with strawberry jam and licking it off."
Ben grinned. "The other thing of course is your job. You are a fully qualified solicitor and a highly respectable person in the community. It's going to be such a contrast between seeing you respectable and clean one day and seeing you disgustingly filthy and humiliated the next."
Becky stuck her tongue out and said, "It's you that's disgusting. As I said you are a pervert!"
Ben was not worried that she was truly annoyed with him, as she still has a twinkle in her eye as she'd called him a pervert. They had done much more disgusting sexual acts when they were alone.

Becky and Ben were getting ready to go out for Saturday lunch. It was Ben's sister's birthday and although it was not going to be a real party, they were meeting up with her and some of her friends for a nice meal at the local pub.
The weather was fine, so light clothes were in order. Ben wore beige slacks and a blue long-sleeved shirt. Becky had decided to ditch her normal weekend clothing of jeans and make an effort for the birthday celebration. She wore a knee length skirt and a smart blouse with front buttons and a bow together with a pair of black holdup stockings. She never liked wearing tights (or pantyhose) and knew that Ben approved, as he liked being able to stick his hand up her skirt to grope her hairy pussy.
When they first started going out, like many women of her age, she had regularly shaved her pubic area. But when she started to go out with Ben, he'd asked her to let her bush grow. He explained that making love to a woman with a bald pussy made him think he was fucking 12-year-old, and he was NOT into that. It was initially to please Ben that she had grown her bush. She had been surprised how luxuriant it had grown. Now she took pride in being different to her friends, even if they did not know. Wearing stockings and having a hairy bush made her feel both feminine and, at the same time, quite randy.
"How do I look?" she said.
Ben said, "Come here and let me take a closer look". He thought she looked very nice.
As she expected, when she got closer to him, he gave her a long kiss. At the same time his hand wandered, firstly to feel her bum, raising the hem of her skirt and then moving to the front to cup her hairy pubes.
Ben said, "There's nothing like a nice moist and hairy cunt, to get a man turned on."
Becky didn't like him swearing, but in private she secretly loved it when he talked dirty.
"Not now. There will be plenty of time for that after we leave your sister's party."
"That sounds good. I'll hold you to that. Take your knickers off now. Nobody will see you."
"No way! I don't mind doing that when it's just the two of us going out, but not when we are in a large group. Anyone might see."
"Spoilsport" said Ben.
"Easy tiger. Save it for later."

They didn't have far to walk to the pub, which was good because Becky has worn her high heels. As they arrived, they saw that several other people had got there before them. After a quick greeting, Ben went to get them a drink and soon they were sat down for the meal.
Ben's older brother stood up and wished his sister a happy birthday. "We have got something else to raise a glass to. Ben and Becky will be getting married in just a few weeks."
A cheer went up from all those attending the birthday celebration.
Suddenly at this point Becky felt two pairs of strong hands grabbing her upper arms.
Ben's brother continued, "But, before that date we have to congratulate Becky properly, by making sure that she has a very memorable Blackening in the traditional manner."
A further cheer went up from the group and Becky found herself being propelled along, before being sat on a white plastic patio chair that had suddenly appeared.
"Time to get changed everyone," called Ben's brother.
Most people headed to the toilets to get older clothes and to put on decorators' overalls to protect themselves from the mess that they knew would get everywhere. A few people stayed with Becky, who had been tied to the chair by her feet and arms using cable ties. As people came back her 'minders' went to change their clothes. When everyone was back in the room, four strong men lifted Becky and the chair that she was sat on and walked across the road, carrying her to the wide grassy area at the far side of the road.
Several people went down the side of the pub where many buckets had been secreted, holding a variety of messy substances.
Ben's brother again took charge. "I think Ben has something he wants to say to Becky."
Ben got on one knee in front of her. "Will you marry me, Becky? "
"Yes"
"Even though you know that by agreeing to get married will mean that you end up filthy today"
"Yes, yes, yes! Don't be stupid. I love you. I'd do anything for you."
Ben said, "OK folks, then I declare this the start of the proceedings." He was clearly enjoying what was to come.
Ben turned around and picked up a large paint brush, before dipping it inro one of the buckets. He took the fully loaded brush over to Becky and proceeded to paint a wide strip of bright blue paint across her pristine white blouse. Of course, he also knew that she was wearing stockings and thought it would be good to start her humiliation to let everybody see them. He lifted the front of her skirt and liberally applied more paint to her legs and the front of her quite skimpy knickers.
Ben stepped back and said," Let the proceedings commence."
This was the start of a rush to cover her in as many types of mess as there were people available to throw the muck at her.
Within moments so many messy substances were thrown or poured over her, it was difficult to tell which each were. Custard, treacle, mud, paint. It was clear that smelly substances had been included to make Becky feel totally disgusting. The smell was horrible, even from a few feet away.
Soon Becky couldn't see anything and could only sit there awaiting more rubbish landing on her.
Becky's best friend who was going to be her chief bridesmaid, came over and whispered in her ear. "Remember how messy you got me last year? It's my time for revenge today." She unbuttoned Becky's blouse and pushed it back over her shoulders. Then she took a pair of dressmaker's scissors and cut the straps to Becky's bra, before undoing the bra's clasp at her back.
Becky had expected to end up messy, but suddenly she felt far more embarrassed that she had expected. She was sat topless at the side of the High Street and everyone was laughing at her. She knew that she didn't need to be ashamed of the size of her bust, as she knew that she had a good figure. When younger she had been topless on the beach many times when on holiday in Spain, but that was different. Here, she was the only one exposed and this time she was a respectable 35-year-old solicitor. How ever would she ever look at her friends and clients again. They would be able to keep imagining her flashing her tits, notwithstanding the fact that they were already dirty from some of the muck that had found its way inside her blouse.

Beck's ordeal went on for over half an hour, and empty buckets piled up after their contents has been poured over her or flung at her. It would not have been so bad if it had just been something like treacle poured over her hair, but the addition of eggs and flour meant that it would take far longer for her to get clean. The mess was not just confined to foodstuffs. She knew that often many other things were used to make the bride as disgusting as possible. With others who she had seen blackened, she had seen dog food, soot, mud and old engine oil.
At one point she felt someone pull the waist band of her skirt and felt something poured into her knickers. She could not see what that was, as her face was so covered in other messy substances but, if she had been able to, she would have seen Ben's brother pouring a tin of sardines in olive oil into her underwear.

Soon, but not too soon for Becky, the onslaught ended. However, that was not the end of the ritual. One of her friends came over to her and wiped her eyes then cleaned her face. This was not out of kindness, but so that anyone seeing her would be able to recognise who it was. Becky could now look down at her body and see just how disgusting her friends had made her.
She felt several people picking her chair up again, as it was loaded onto a low trailer being towed behind a Land Rover. The chair was fastened to the back of the trailer and it set off around the village in a small convoy with cars all tooting their horns to bring people's attention to the sight of her covered in mess.
The short trip ended with her outside the local supermarket, where she was set free from the chair and carried over to a traffic direction sign. She was wrapped in kitchen wrap (saran wrap). She knew that she would be left there for anyone visiting the supermarket to mock.
Before they did, one of her friends produced a large bottle of beer with a long straw. She hadn't had a drink for some time and was glad of this, as she knew she would be left there tied up there for up to two hours. How kind of her friend to think about her. An hour later however, she started cursing her friend. She was tied to a street sign with no way to get out. She realised that she wanted to pee. The need to urinate got worse and eventually the thought occurred to her that she would have to wet her knickers, something she had not done since she was a child. It would make her feel even more embarrassed, but the feel of the liquid trickling down her leg was no worse than the other substances already there. The smell couldn't be detected over the odours. Only she would know.

Everyone else had returned to the pub and after about two hours they came to release her. It was then that she looked over at Ben. She expected to see sympathy in his eyes, but based on what he had said previously, she should not have been too surprised to find he looked quite happy to see how disgustingly filthy she looked. He clearly had an erection causing a tent in his trousers.
Ben and two of her closest friends walked her the short distance home. What a sight she must have made. Topless and covered in so much putrid stuff with her skirt destroyed but still wearing her high heels. None of her other clothes would survive.
Her friends left her at the door and she entered, together with a smiling Ben.
"Happy now, are you Ben? You always wanted to see me looking like this, didn't you?" she said. "You'll have to help me get showered."
They went into the bathroom and Ben undressed to make sure that his clothes didn't get covered with the mess from Becky.
He went over to her and surprised her when he hugged her and kissed her passionately. Then she felt his erection nudge against her leg. Fucking hell. He was getting turned on by her messy state. His hands were on her naked breasts, smearing what was on there. Then he lifted the front of her skirt and stuck his hand in the front of her knickers. That normally made her moist, but this time the wetness there consisted of several unknows substances. He continued kissing her face which her friends had cleaned.
As he had been running his hands over her filthy body, they had got liberally coated with the mixture of messy substances. Once his hands were well coated with the muck he said, "Kneel down."
"What!"
"Come on love. You can see how turned on this is making me. I want you to give me a blowjob just as you are. I might never have a chance to fuck such a 'filthy slut' again. I love how disgusting you have been prepared to get, just because you love me and want to get married. I love dirty girls."
Suddenly Becky laughed loudly. What an absurd and crazy situation this was. How she loved Ben. Although she couldn't have looked anything more unlike her usual smart and sophisticated self, he still wanted to have sex with her. If nothing else proved that he loved her, that did.
And of course, because she loved him, she knelt down as she'd been told. Ben rubbed his mucky hands over her face, before he stuck his rampant cock in her mouth. Becky didn't need to be told what else to do and submissively put her hands behind her back, before letting Ben take control. It didn't take him long to cum, as he was so turned on by having sex his lovely girlfriend, who was the filthiest slut he could ever have imagined.