I wrote this 3 years ago, in pieces (so if it's choppy, that's why) with a few paragraphs every day as a bit of an experiment. This is the first time it's been pieced together, no other edits. It may not stand up to my modern stuff, but wanted to bring it out.

Consider this a prototype of sorts for where I am now.
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Struggling against the ropes, she felt the nylon strands abrading her skin around forearms and her sides. Bound to the chair with her legs spread apart and her ankles taped to the legs of the chairs, and with her chest and arms tied to the back of the chair she moved the only part of her other than her head that she could, her hands. Her arms were taped at the wrists, but when he had tied her to the chair while she was wearing nothing more than a pair of white panties and one of his old white shirts that dwarfed her well proportioned frame, he had tied her up in such a way that she was reclined back slightly with both hands down the front of her panties. She was wet and she passed the time that he made her wait the way that she wanted, and she knew he wanted, and that was teasing and playing with herself. Across the room she could see the unblinking red light of one of the cameras he had set up. Her head flopped around as she moved her fingers to keep the circulation going and brushed against her clit, causing a new sensation of moisture and tingly pleasure through her. She had lost all sense of time since he tied her up, but she knew that the perversions weren't just going to be a bit of bondage today...

Eventually she heard the creak of the stairs as he came downstairs, his shoes making shuffling sounds against the bare concrete and then rustling the plastic. Seven times before he had come down, each time stopping behind her before going up the stairs again, one or more dull clunks accompanying the silence between his walking pace. The odours hit her next and they were just a jumble, though admittedly after playing with herself for who knew how long she wasn't feeling the sharpest she ever did, she just wanted to be ruined and filthy and just lost in the hedonism of sensations and smells and colours that would engulf her body sending her to higher realms of ecstasy.

The smells intensified and sharpened and she felt the nails of her fingers digging into her thighs as the weight of the first mess went over her head. It plopped and ran over her body, the temperature of an almost too hot shower and the wave of potato soup spilled over her soaking the half undone shirt to her body and filling her hair with bits of potato and onion as the cream continued to pour and roll down over her body. She was processing it all as the other wave of tomato soup was poured out over her head unceremoniously, as if he was simply dumping trash into a bin. Gasping at the heat of it and realizing that all he had done was added the smallest amount of milk that he could to make a red sludge that was staining the shirt, her panties and even affecting her skin on top of it going pink from the heat. He had never treated her to this kind of bombardment before and she was loving every minute of it, though she finally stopped biting her lip and yelped as he poured the melted, but still fridge cold chocolate ice cream onto her head and into her hair.

Cold contrasting so sharply with the hot made her head snap back and she was shivering and shuddering at the same time. Her head continued to loll about as she wished she could move the cool, but warming up mess and to get some circulation back to where she felt numb on her face, neck and scalp. He let her sit there in the slop, she was soaked and she was trying to catch her breath from the extremes that he had just done. On a typical day she knew that this alone would have been enough, but today wasn't a typical day, it was an anniversary of him showing her just how filthy a little slut she could be and she wanted to be ruined. And she knew she would be ruined as the first globs of over buttered mashed potatoes and cold gravy landed her face as he pulled her head back roughly by the hair.

All she could do was sit there and gasp, the thick sludge of gravy and potato was flowing over her nose, into her ears, over her eyes and she had to breathe through her mouth. As she panted she felt the ooze approaching her mouth and despite it flowing into her mouth she continued to keep it open until finally spitting out a large blob of it into her cleavage as it oozed down her neck and into her shirt, her head still pulled back roughly. The grip on her hair released and her head slumped forward as she felt the slop splattering on her thighs as it worked it's way down over the rest of her body front and back. She was just lost in the feeling as the slime oozed along her arms and into her panties. As if she wasn't wet enough already and it was getting harder and harder for her to keep from playing with herself. She wasn't ready yet, she wasn't filthy enough yet but she felt her fingers, almost of their own accord start to slide inside.

Still trying to catch her breath she felt herself being engulfed, smothered in fact as the world went quiet and dark. The scent of peanuts assaulted her nose as the peanut butter was smeared all around her head and into her hair. She moaned as fingers cleaned out her ears and squeezed her eyes shut as they were cleaned for her. Hands scraped the oily thick mass from her skin and she felt it being shampooed into her hair, it was going to be ruined for the rest of the day at least, and when the eggs were cracked on her head, half of the slime going down over her face, the other half of the runny whites and thick yolks into her hair where they joined the peanut butter. One of the yolks slid down between her tits and along her stomach before slithering between her legs in a way that inhale and exhale pretty much at the same time. Her fingers froze as her mind tried to comprehend the sensation she had there now. Wiggling her hands sent the jiggling yolk bouncing up and down along the length of her lips as it seemed to almost be probing it's way inside her. As she was lost to that she felt the hands roughly shampooing in the eggs with the peanut butter, her head being practically dragged from one side to the other like a rag doll. She was in bliss from all the gooey sensations from different parts of her body.

As the fingers moved out of her hair and she continued to play with the yolk pressed against her crotch, a slimy little blob teasing her she looked down when she felt, well, what she could only categorize as "slop" go over her legs. She was convinced it was the leftovers from the past couple of days from the fridge that were now engulfing her bound legs. Spaghetti and sauce oozed through the slime of tomato sauce and chili along with the pureed peas, and apparently a tin of baked beans and creamed corn. It was a disgusting mess when it was on her legs and when it was poured over her head she let out a scream. She was gone now, she was thrilled that he was ripping her shirt open as the slop oozed over her body. His hands were scooping up the slimy ooze and throwing it against her tits and her face. Her head was just lolling to one side, her mouth open as she tried to process all the smells and sensations. Feeling like she was in overload she reflexively dug her fingers side and began to finger herself as hard and fast as she could with her hands and arms bound the way that they were, the egg yolk bursting and lubricating her finger in it's viscous slime. It wasn't as efficient as she wanted but she was giving it her best as she had never felt so funky or thought that he had it in her to just trash her this way. The wave of applesauce mixed with maple syrup that washed over her head and filled her nostrils with a sickly sweet smell made her climax as she bucked wildly in the chair.

Blinking up through the bangs that dangled over her head, sodden, ruined, matted with slime she only heard him laugh and as she fought the urge to mewl softly as she continued to stroke herself she wondered what else he had in store.

Just sitting there, her flesh still quivering as she tried to stretch her fingers which causes the goo between her legs to shift and ooze around she panted. She was trying not to moan although a breathless sound was passing her lips as she sat there practically overloaded by the assault on her senses. Between the sight of the slop covering her body, the rather brutal assortment of smells and at the moment the only sounds she could hear was the dripping of slop from her body, the creak of the chair as she moved, the sound of her breath and the beating of her heart. At this moment nothing else existed. There was no noise, no music, no footsteps to betray where he was relative to her. It was all just stillness and quiet except for her as a squishy lump of filth.

The scraping sound of something on concrete pulled her out of the mental pool that she found herself stuck in and in a way, the sound and the sight of heavily rubber gloved hands ripping open her shirt, her sodden tits dripping with goo, and she watched the soaked material peeled off of them one at a time. The sensation of the rubber itself was so cold and unyielding. Definitely would have made her nipples hard as rocks even if she wasn't already so aroused, the mere thought of those gloves on her hands, numbing her fingers as she probed and fingered herself sent a new wave of dampness between her legs and added to the already glazed look to her eyes as she struggled to keep her head up in the face of all this. She wanted to scream about how filthy she was, how horny she was, but all she could do was grunt like an animal as he pawed at her, slapping and pulling at her tits with the thick gloves before roughly rubbing them around her face and her hair. The smell of them, the well, unique feel of rubber as well, somehow soft yet unyielding against her skin pulling at it slightly as the fingers cut through the mess. It was inhuman and it made it definitely added to her degradation.

Slowly the hands left her face after smearing all the mess around that was there, plus adding what was on her face and from the pressure exerted on her, sitting her back in the chair. Her breasts were flopped out over the ropes and when the chocolate cake batter went over her it was a relief. The torrent of viscous liquid washed over her in an instant. She felt it through the tangles in her hair, down her neck, but the sensation of a flood of it consuming her exposed skin like a wave was exquisite at that moment. Her fingers started to stroke again slowly and lightly, she was too sensitive to do more, and even this barest touch as the batter went between her forearms and into her crotch made her shudder and shiver and moan some more.

Something started to plop down on her, this time of cool creaminess with the smell of fruit as globs hit her lightly on the head and her tits. She watched as the yogurt slid along her skin using the previous slop as a lubricant. The globs were just falling at different points on her, but none of them being directly dumped between her legs. They landed with splats on her shoulders, her stomach, and then her thighs, the cool creaminess flowing down between them, she swore that her inner thighs right now were a million times more sensitive than the outside of them. Finally the rest of the container was dumped over her knees. The sludge tickled as it went down her calves and shins towards her feet. Tied up and tickled while horny as hell after being accosted with rubber hands, she was losing herself to all of this again. She wanted to talk, but all that came out of her was a primal scream of lust.


As she sat there quivering she felt cold and hard against her thigh, looking down through her glop covered bangs she saw the glint of metal and with a snipping sound she suddenly found that her left wrist didn't feel as constrained. A few footsteps later and the same thing and she watched as the rubber gloved hands pulled away her now sliced apart panties, exposing her crotch and her fingers to the daylight. Not that the material was offering much coverage, but the gust of cold air that went up her thighs as he yanked the cloth down and away from her body was just a further tease.

She was looking down at her arms, her hands, and the ropes that still wound around her body as her sodden shirt hung open. In a dreamlike state she watched her fingers stroking and probing her, an odd sort of detachment between what she was doing and the pleasure she felt. Things went dark and even quieter as she felt her head completely engulfed. She snorted and grunted to clear her nose and her mouth from the custard and cream that was now plastered to her head. Another pie was smashed downwards on her head and sprayed out over her and the surrounding floor. Another was roughly rubbed around her face. She couldn't see, barely could hear and pie after pie was dumped, slapped or ground into her head and hair.

After a couple of minutes it was all still again. She could feel the ooze dripping down her back, shoulders and chest. Her head was smothered. She felt completely enclosed and trashed as she sat there playing with herself while breathing through her mouth. The rubber gloves wiped off her eyes and she could see the torrents of yellow and dark brown filling mixed with white as it seemed to fight with gravity as it oozed down towards her lap. The hands were at it again, grabbing globs of the slop and rubbing her tits. Finally in her world the rubber went where she wanted it and grabbed her pussy...hard. She yelped and moaned and breathlessly started a stream of "ohgodohgodohgod..." as a finger entered her hard and slick and non-fleshy.

Wondering how much more she could take, and even sparing a thought for his self control in all this, she bucked her hips as his finger stayed still and the other hand continued to roughly slide over her body, up her neck before grabbing her hair and giving it a tug to one side as if she was nothing more than a rag doll. She knew that he had submitted utterly and now wanted him, in fact, needed him to use her. The finger slid out of her just as she was on the edge of release and instead watched as he picked up a bucket and poured the sludge of mashed banana, syrups and peanut butter along her body from the top of her head to her knees in a rain of heavy, loud and disgustingly slimy plops.

Her hair a tangled mass hung like garbage encrusted ropes over her face and her blue eyes peered out keen and animal like from underneath as she panted. Not sure where it came from, she found her voice and simply said, "Cut the ropes and fuck me!" as the slop dripped down her head.

She sat there quivering as the seconds seemed to drag out into hours as he slowly made his way over to the scissors. He first cut through the tape holding her legs to the chair and they immediately slid outwards, her feet slicked with goo, but squishing into the puddles of slop that had gathered there. It oozed between her toes and was mushed under her feet as they settled onto the cold plastic. She wiggled to get circulation back into her toes, but was also enjoying the sensation of the slop bubbling around her feet, and at times seemingly gluing them to the ground. The ropes though seemed to take an eternity though, but bit by bit she felt the ones holding her torso to the chair loosening. She knew that the last ones he was going to remove were the ones on her wrists, if they came off at all. He did like to have her at a disadvantage when taking advantage, which she fully encouraged as long as she could still move.

Finally she arched her back and felt the sensation of the ropes slacken against her forearms. He raised her arms above her head by grabbing the slop soaked ropes and carefully cut through them, letting her arms fall gently down as she rubbed some more circulation back into her wrists. Her head turned as the rubber gloved hands turned her attention towards a nearby table. Obviously he had had more in store for her as she saw the cakes on the table. Without hesitation, without a second thought other than to peel off the shirt that was clinging to her skin she made her way over to the table. Bending forward she just drove her face into the nearest cake and rolled her face from side to side and up and down. Her bangs, already loaded with slop were glued to her forehead with frosting and her nose was filled with the scent of chocolate, while her mouth filled with cake. Spitting the cake into her hand she turned around to see him unbuttoning his jeans, all he was wearing other than the gloves and boots. The site of his bare, and mostly clean chest in stark contrast to her condition, but she waited with her handful of cake, letting him come closer. Finally she slid it down and slid her hand inside her completely. She wanted to double over from pleasure as she wiped her fingers around before bringing them out for his inspection, they were as clean as they could get given the method of cleaning, but she could feel the cake mixing with the bits of other slime inside her. Turning around she pulled two more cakes onto the remnants of the first and pushed her face and tits into them while spreading her legs wide and bracing her hands on the other side of the table.

That was all the signal he needed to slide himself into her. She was really wet and lose and there was no resistance, every inch of her being wanted him inside her and it didn't get any easier as she felt him going deep inside her through the slop and into her wetness. His rubber gloved hands ground her face into the cake as he settled in, and eventually they grabbed her shoulders as he started to pound into her hard and deep. Her hands pulled cake up to her face as if it was a pillow and she whimpered into the cakes as she heard and felt the wet slapping of his crotch against hers. She could feel his skin against her messy ass and she could feel that she was wet enough that it was going down her thighs. His hands slid off her shoulders and through the cake to cup her breasts as he continued to pound into her. The throbbing from him quickened and she knew he would be filling her up soon and she started to thrust back making a sound, that she later realized was like a cross between a purr and a car stuck in low gear as her pitch changed with each deep thrust from him. His breath was hot the back of her neck, at least what wasn't covered from her filthy entangled hair.

Finally he came, timing it so that he was holding himself as far inside her as he could when he did. She could feel it and it felt glorious and she moaned as she climaxed once, and then twice, and then she could have sworn a third time as he continued pounding. It took on a frantic intensity as he maximized his time as he continued to pump out. His breathing slowed and he continued to fondle her, even going so far as to play with her clit with the rubber gloved fingers. She was doubling over hard this time, it was too much, too soon, but she was shuddering as he pulled out and she just collapsed into a filthy heap beside the table. He was staring down at her as she sat there facing him, exhausted, sweat mixing with the filth and the smells of the slop on her body. Her crotch was only the only bit of her that looked even remotely clean at this point and that was a matter of simply having transferred glop to him. She knew she was red and probably close to if not raw by now but all she could do was sit there, her limbs heavy and rubbery.

Watching him carefully as he watched her, he pointed over to the shower stall in the corner and tossed a pair of swimming goggles between her legs. Picking them up she put them on, not knowing why and made her way on all fours towards the stall.

Crawling into the shower stall she plopped her filthy ass down on the cold fibreglass, her back into a corner, her legs apart. Watching through the slight distortion of the goggles she saw him bringing a couple of heavy pails towards her. Hefting one of them up he dumped the contents unceremoniously over her. A thick viscous stream of pearly liquid hand soap oozed out of the pail and landed in thick ropey strands on her hair, shoulders and chest. It wasn't going to let itself be dumped out in a torrent. Instead it pulsed out of the pail to land in waves on her. The smell overpowered the reek of sludge from her body and the smell of her wetness that was mixed in.

Over and over again he poured the wrist thick stream over her body until she was just about drowning in the heavy goo. She felt like she had just had the biggest load of cum she could imagine dumped on her. She was in ecstasy with the slippery goo as it flowed over her body, around her nipples, through her hair and eventually, oozed along her crotch. Keeping her hands in place on her thighs she shivered from the sensation. In her mind's eye she could see the thick strands of goo covering her hair and her face. At least she understood the goggles now since that might have been a fetish too if they were used only for appearance far she mused. Her musing on the subject was interrupted as the blast of cold water hit her. Her hands went up to shield her face and she could see him with a hose spraying her.

The cold made her bones ache, but it energized her as she realized she was being washed like an animal in it's stall. As the blast ended he put the hose with nozzle down and picked up a mop, one of the old rope kinds, and proceeded to, at a distance scrub her tits and shoulders and arms with the mop. She was just to paralyzed with the indignity of it all, especially since she had never thought of anything that would degrade her as much as this. Not only was she wanting to get filthy and fuck, she was enjoying just being hauled into the stall and hosed off like a pig that was being sent to market. The mop was harsh but the layers of slime were coming off her. He would scrub for a few minutes, then hit her with another icy blast of water. The real moment of truth came when he turned on the shower and the warm water hit her. After the shock of the icy cold it almost seemed to burn. On and on it went, warm water torrenting over her with icy cold water being blasted through it at her. Her skin, already sensitive from all of the slimy, gooey and oozing sensations, not to mention her constant climaxes was just overloading her with it all. Finally the mop was rammed between her legs and went up and down between them, the end of the mop handle pressing against her as the tentacle like braids of the mop worked against her thighs. Grabbing the mop she began to ride it desperately. She wanted to cum again and his reaching for the hose and blasting her as she humped it was something she had never dreamed of as she came again, and again despite the cold water being blasted at her face and tits.

Letting go of the mop she turned around, on all fours, legs spread and let him do her back and the back of her thighs. He poured more soap over her and lathered her up, but made sure that he filled her crack with the soap before blasting her ass with cold water and treating it to a vicious scrubbing. She felt raw in every sense of the word as he scrubbed at her crotch from behind, once again with her humping and bucking trying to get off as the warm water poured down onto her head.

Finally the scrubbing stopped and so did the cold water. She was now on her knees, mostly clean, her hair now just a sodden, tangled mess, but her skin was red in places from the rough treatment. She could see herself reflected in the shower door now, disheveled and soaked and couldn't be happier, except if she could have a slimy mud pit to be truly treated like a pig in now.