Propietor (part 1)
Chapter 1
I walked into the FEMA headquarters wondering what the future held for me. I had failed for second time and been out-manoeuvred by Agent J, 6 months ago. The Food, Espionage Messy Agency took failure seriously and I was put on light duties and they had revoked my license to gunge. I was to be interviewed by the director. Agent P.I was led into an interview and faced Agent P.

"Sit down Agent C. I would like to introduce Agent O and Agent RS." he began.
"Agent O and Agent Arse," I acknowledged.
"Agent R S" Agent RS corrected.
"Okay." I replied
"No just Agent O," Agent O confirmed
"What happened six months ago, Agent C?" Agent P asked.
"He was ready for me Sir Can I ask if you have had a leak Agent P?" I asked.
"No the damp patch is where I spilt my tea." Agent P clarified.
"To be fair sir Agent C didn't stand a chance." Agent RS chipped in.
"Oh," said Agent P.
"No sir RS," RS said.
"Don't be rude Agent," said Agent P
"Agent C is a pie specialist Sir but did anyone warn her Agent J is also a pie specialist trained by us?" Agent RS asked.
"We work on a need to know basis," Agent P responded.
"Agent J was one of ours but he was caught in womens knickers. There was an inevitable breakout. They were constructed more for fanny decoration than cock security. Agent RS elaborated.
"We sent one of our best after him. Agent TV a crossdresser but he made a mistake and put his dress on wrong. He was a back to front cross dresser. J turned him and took him from behind." Agent O added-
"Next we sent Agent F another one of our top operators. We told her to be ready for a paddle and she went prepared. Her rubber boots didn't help and she got stuck when they were filled with treacle and was immobilised when she was led into a trap. Her boots stuck to the adhesive and she came back with red cheeks. We had to have a whip round." Agent RS stated.

"Is Agent C ready to return to the field, Agent RS? enquired
"Maybe if she has the right team. What is the mission?" RS asked
"We need to bring someone back from the jungle," P revealed, "We have a crack team and they're good but with the right leader they could be a great crack."
"They would need to be the jungle is full of hedonists and anarchists," O interjected.
"Yes rumour has it they put the jam on the cream," RS stated, "You will need to be fully briefed."
"Are you sure don't we need to go commando?" I asked.

Chapter 2

The mission was to retrieve an agent from the jungle. It was a hedonistic Devon version of Cornwall's Eden Project and there were rumours of half-baked practices. Humiliation was rife. There was a suggestion that they had developed a new cream pie and an agent had been dispatched to check this out. We would be briefed tomorrow but tonight was a team building event and an opportunity to connect.

They all knew me. I was Alice Holland the leader of this enterprise and little did we know we would be boldly going where few men had been before. Sometimes known as Dutch, I am 5 foot 6, brunette, relatively slender and with good curves. I have

"What the fuck?" I exclaimed as I had just sat on something wet and cold that disintegrated as I sat on it. The damp and its chill had permeated through my dress and my panties. It reached my skin as my eyes landed on the smile of Billy. Our guide and mud/clay expert. A tall strong Indian from Mumbai. Who had just demonstrated his skill at sneaking around. I saw him catch Royce's eye. Our intelligence, cooking and communications person who at 48 was the oldest of us. She had kicked off her shoes and her bare feet were stroking my ankles. Her purpose was merely to distract allowing enough time for Isabelle who had sneaked up behind me. She dropped ice cream down the neckline of my dress. I managed not to swear but stood as a reflex action which encouraged the ice cream to seep down my cleavage over my belly. Its melting cold left ice cream snail trails on the skin of my stomach. Isabelle was our panty/swimsuit filling, wetlook blonde. Her hands on my shoulders pushed me to sit down. This time on a cold raspberry cheesecake which my cold buttocks squished the fruit staining my dress and the cheese mixture sticking to it. It had been slipped there by Quinn our master of disguise who could puzzle you with his cross dressing as you wondered if he really thought he looked good in that

"Hands up for more," Royce said, and my arms were grabbed and pulled up into the air and this was taken as consent, as my two armpits each had a warm treacle tart pressed into them. At the same time my ankles were grabbed, and my feet pulled apart and put into some soft ice that had started to melt. I was starting to feel sensory overload. Warmth in some places such as my armpit and spaghetti I felt sliding down my skin, inside the back of my dress.

A creampie was smashed into my face and I was unable to see. I could just feel the pies smashed between my legs and into my chest. I was hit by pies on both sides of my head and fingers massaged my scalp and rubbed in the rice pudding hidden inside the cream pie into my hair. My feet were cold and melted ice cream was between my toes . A bucket of warm porridge was poured over the front of me. Its sticky weight clung to me as it pressed down on me. Chavez who liked to stand back and watch.(often you forgot he was there) smashed a pavlova into my face.

Showered and washed thoroughly that night. I knew I would be ready to go tomorrow

We listened to the briefing and it sounded straight forward we just had to perform an extraction. Food secrets were big business and espionage was the norm. Something about this operation seemed bigger but I just could not put my finger on it. This briefing had seemingly finished.
"One last thing," said Agent P, "Agent RS with be your Liaison Officer."
"Liaison Officer?" I queried.
"He will accompany you but you will be in charge," said Agent P, "unless any executive decisions are required."
"What the hell does that mean?" I asked
"You will be in charge "unless any executive decisions are required," repeated Agent P,
"On this mission you will not use his code name RS but refer to him as John Kane.
"You haven't answered my question." I stated.
"So why keep asking?" Agent P asked a question of his own.

We were landed by helicopter in the Devon Hills. We had to trek through the woods to find the
Jungle a hedonistic Devon version of Eden. Where Eden focussed on the environment sustainability and biodiversity, the jungle focussed on consumerism and pleasure. It was the brainchild of a little known, Punk Record Producer. His backers unknown.

Billy led us down the path, in the Devon drizzle with no concession to the conditions. No coat for him just his shirt. With Billy in the lead and the wind blowing into us. The initial dampness caused his shirt to cling to his body in the front, framing his shape. I just wanted to nibble his cute pointy nipples. His jeans damp at the front stretched tightly over his muscular thighs. His shirt became ever more transparent and I looked down to see he had removed his shoes and socks. His toes enjoyed the wet grass as the dampness soaked up from the ground. Is wet torso almost seemed sculpted under a second skin that dripped on to his jeans and soaked his groin area. I imagined his wet bulging pants. Then Billy stopped and turned.
"I feel like I am being watched," Billy said in a questioning tone "something is wrong here."
There was a brief chuckle as I pondered whether he read my mind. How else would he know my thoughts of cutting out his clothing and rubbing oil all over his firm body? Distracted I did not take in he was not talking about me.

Billy continued to lead us and about 30 minutes later he put up his hand and signalled we stop
"I need to go ahead and see if I can determine what is happening." Billy stated.
"We should stay together," John Kane advised
"What are we dealing with?" Billy asked John Kane.
"You know as much as I do, Billy," Kane stated.
"Billy what is it?" I asked.
"Dutch, why is he here? Why do we need him?" Billy asked me. "Everyone else has a reason, why him?"
"Billy you said you needed to scout ahead?" I asked
"That's not a good idea," Kane advised.
"What makes this an executive decision, Kane?" I challenged but Kane offered no answers.
"Billy go and scout ahead, take Isabelle with you," I instructed.
"I can do this better on my own," Billy contended.
"Not today," I said with finality catching Chaves's eye as he gave just one nod. I had almost forgotten he was there.

Billy and Isabelle went ahead in silence walking through the woods. Billy constantly scanned around him, still feeling watched but saw no confirmation. Billy stopped and motioned to Isabelle to remain quiet. He pointed out some broken vegetation and told her someone had come this way. He would follow on and she was to wait here he gestured into the undergrowth. Before she could object Billy had melted away into the forest.

Isabelle did as she was told and after a short distance into the undergrowth she came to a very muddy patch ,and could not easily walk around. She tentatively started to walk through it with a squelching sound resulting from every step. Her trainers started to sink into the slippery clay-based mud, and she stood still and felt the dampness seep in through the top of her trainers. It made her socks wet. She looked around and there was no-one in sight. And then squatted down and lowered her bottom into the cold wet mud. She ground her bottom into the mud which clung to her jeans and soaked through the denim. With moist knickers she considered rolling in the mud and decided that she could explain her current state by claiming to have slipped but if she cavorted in this mud as she desired that would not sound so reasonable. Despite this she continued stepping forward into deeper mud. Her wet muddy jeans clung to her skin and rubbed her wet knickers against her crotch. They started an intimate itch she wanted to scratch but I was not yet sure. A little bit further and she stopped and listened. She heard no birds in the tree but continued into the mud. She strode further into the mud. Although it was only a small mud pool it was quite deep and she stood in the middle the wet came to just above her knees and soaked her jeans. The moisture absorbed took its chill to her. She stood there excited wanting to dive in..

"Isabelle what are you doing your sinking?" Billy's voice returned her to reality. The mud upto her crotch reached her waist as she tried to turn.
"Keep still." Billy instructed as he tried to approach. Unable to get close enough he took off his trousers and threw one leg to Isabelle. He tried to pull her out but the fabric started to rip. He tried again doubling the strength by holding both legs but the waistband of his trousers just dropped into the mud short of Isabelle's hands. She was still sinking and now well past her waist Billy looked around in desperation. He spotted a tree right on the edge of the mud and pulled his pants down He put a trouser leg through a pants leg hole and tied the legs together around the tree. Using his pants as a connector he tied a shirt sleeve to the other leg hole. Kneeling naked at the edge of the mud he managed to get the other shirt sleeve in Isabelle's outstretched hand
"Try and stay still. I am going for help," Billy yelled and turned and ran back to the others.

Chapter 3
A naked mud spattered Billy came running back around the corner and I was mesmerized by his muddy cock and balls swinging wildly between his legs.
"Quick I need a rope and some help. Isabella is stuck in some quicksand," yelled Billy.]
"Billy?" I began.
"No time , Dutch," Billy interrupted, "Isabelles in danger"
"Quinn bring a rope, Royce and Kane, stay here" I ordered "Kane wake Chaves and fill him in."
Quinn and I followed a still bollock naked billy back into the forest until we reached a clearing with Billys clothes, but no Isabelle.
"Its not possible," Billy exclaimed, "Rope". Billy tied the rope around his waist and strode purposefully into the centre of the mud until its surface teased his cock and balls with gentle caresses. He sank no further.
As this was happening back at the camp Royce registered a blur of movement and tried to track it with her gaze. Something slammed into her face and to her surprise she realised it was a creampie. She stood statuesque as a barrage of pies hit her from all direction. She tried to call Kane but as she opened her mouth another hit her full in the face. The impacts continued as the cream stuck to her clothing and the moisture was absorbed into them. The waste band of her leggings were pulled open and they were filled with something cold. Focussed on the cold of her lower half she raised no resistance as the clothes on upper body were cut from her. Frozen peas she deduced were filling her leggings. Where was Chaves?
Chaves had his own problems. Not woken by Kane he started to stir in his sleeping bag but he could barely move. Somehow he was covered in marshmallow fluff and it filled his sleeping bag encasing him, it was even matted through his hair and with the hood on sleeping bag only his face was exposed .It was only a moment before a fluff pie hit him in the face. Chaves. The pie stuck to his face and all his senses were working overtime but sight, sound smell and taste had little to tell He tried to move but had little success and then he felt a pulsing gently inside him. "Quinn" , his mind considered but only knew what he felt. Quinn had quite a collection of anal toys and he secretly wanted to try them. This felt as good maybe better than he had imagined. Wedged inside him by the back of the sleeping bag it went deeper it was also thrusting faster and faster. He kept trying to get his arms but the sleeping bag
Kane now aware of the commotion but unsure of the situation turned and ran after Billy, Quinn and myself. looking for Isabelle.

Royce now having had the lower half of her clothing cut off, was being wrapped tightly in clingfilm. She could feel the clinging warmth of rice pudding that was funnelled inside the clingfilm.Completely immobilised she screamed as her feet were mercilessly tickled. Kane fled with the agonised tickled screams piercing his conscious however hard he tried to ignore it
Chaves managed to roll over and knocked over a paraffin lamp and after ten seconds his tent caught fire. He managed two move and escaped the tent. He could not see anything but he could feel vibrations that felt like a stampede. Unable to move fast enough to get out of the way he started to pray before realising it was moving away not towards him