Hey there everyone,

Long time site user, first time poster. Today I wanted to share with you all one of my deepest fetish's. Villainess comeuppance with a WAM/slapstick twist.

However, I like a particular brand of villainess comeuppance. It's hard to describe so I will give it my best shot.

The villainess is always hyper-rich, snobby, bratty, impractical and useless without henchmen. My favorite personality touch is that they are germ-phobic/mess-phobic so that when they are defeated they are freaked out!

This villain always finds herself being defeated in messy places therefore. Think farms, old abandoned factories.

The next key element is what the villainess wears, and the contrast it creates. She will always be wearing tight, shiny, latex. Thigh high boots, elbow length gloves. In some fantasies as far as a full face mask!

I love the contrast this creates. A hyper-snooty bitch in hyper-sexualised clothing which is TOTALLY not practical for the situation she is in. City girl meets country in a bad way. Whats best is it gets dirty quickly! This is how I like to differ my brand of comeuppance from stereotypical heroine fights or home alone style battles where the villainess is wearing (to me) very boring clothes.

The simplest way to image my style of comeuppance is this:

-Cruella DeVille from 101 Dalmations.
-Replace her outfit with a red catsuit
-8 inch red boots

Imagine her slinking out of the Molasses in that!

Thats basically it. Haha!

I also particularly love it when a villainess tries to mount a futile escape, see for example these two clips:

https://vimeo.com/134608075
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KEfmHnsHzuE (i know this one isn't wam but you get the picture).

What I guess I want to learn from making this post is, are there people like me out there that PREFER this kind of comeuppance, over the standard type I mentioned before?

Would love to get in contact, share stories you have made, or, share content you have discovered.

Thanks for reading this everyone
Hope to meet some like minded people!

You are not alone. These kinds of videos are super rare, but i love em.

Yankee Zulu https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OTbcP2FaodM

Beethoven 2 (Go to 1:16) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mxum_gcNNvk

Beverly Hills Chihuahua 3 (Go to 57:00) https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Cp27ZReOlVM&t=3591s

Social Suicide https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dFgMwtOY36U

I'm not sure that it meets all your specifics, but I have a film coming out in the Spring where a stuck-up and snobby messy villainess (played brilliantly by Pandora Blake) who wants to cheat someone out of their rightful inheritance, and keeps insisting 'they want what's coming to them' and they 'want to get everything they deserve' and 'only want their just desserts' ends up covered in pies and cakes, to the delight of the person she has been trying to cheat and insult.

Of course I don't have a hollywood budget so it all unfolds in one room...but it rocks my world anyway

So whilst I don't share the minutiae of your peccadillo, I absolutely am on board with loving the basic concept of stuck-up villainess gets a messy come-uppance.

If this thread gains traction, I will try and pull together a trailer

I've never seen Yankee Zulu, it came on tv all the time as a kid, but I never watched it. I wish I had now. Although, I do remember that actress getting attacked by a pizza in the movie House 4 lol.

I'm absolutely in as well!!!!

I would add, besides wam, being undressed to her undies in front of people!!

Nice thread. Love the comeuppance theme too, especially a villainess well dressed in smart suit or dress- but yes a bit of latex also great!


Wet scenes at 0:1.37, 48:00 and 1:27
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g8PZbRV798w&index=21&list=FLFf46Oqb1u5YlMy1qsG-B_A

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p1nESMC0XU4&list=FLFf46Oqb1u5YlMy1qsG-B_A&index=33&t=77s

bad quality but at 2mins
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eJB-FxedkDA&index=68&list=FLFf46Oqb1u5YlMy1qsG-B_A&t=387s

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-wAZAMV-Lw&list=FLFf46Oqb1u5YlMy1qsG-B_A&index=90

and never forget theatre!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zOtKZY2kkoc&list=FLFf46Oqb1u5YlMy1qsG-B_A&index=141

at 1:40:36
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9anwH1wG4k&list=FLFf46Oqb1u5YlMy1qsG-B_A&index=154

Finally a new movie! See 1:07
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybQit8TCrr8

WOW!

Super stoked with all the responses and support coming through. Will have to read through all these posts when I get the chance haha.

I'll be sure to write to lit-erotica and share with you all as well.

I really really love Villianess Comeuppance.

That molasses scene from 101 Dalmatians was what got me into WAM especially seeing a woman get dunked in a vat and completely covered. It is very rare to find tv or even film scenes of this.

This is a NON-MESSY trailer for the scene I mentioned in my post above, where the horrible villainess who wants the whole inheritance for herself, and wants "everything that's coming to her" and insults the lawyer and the deceased's sister.

I think you can guess from the end of the trailer what might end up happening

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nnXzD-XVlDo

WOW THESE IMAGES ARE AMAZING.

I am the exact same. 101 Dalmatians did it for me. Both for WAM and for villainess comeuppance. Love the molasses scene.

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This too is my favorite type of WAM. I like the woman to be a neat freak who acts snobby or bratty. I much prefer mud to pies or slime which makes the location outdoors perhaps at a park or a farm. My main difference is the choice of clothing. I prefer clothes that are more preppy or conservative, yet inappropriate for the location.

Below is a story that I had written along these lines. This one was written in the first person. Let me know what you think.
*********Last summer I went to my boss's place in the country for our company picnic. Despite this being advertised as a very casual event, I wanted to look nicer than the other girls so I bought a new outfit: Long, pale yellow sundress, a white sweater (both Ralph Lauren) for over the shoulders, new white canvas Keds with little white ankle socks. I even wore a simple strand of pearls to dress up the outfit. I spent extra time getting ready that morning working on my hair and primping my outfit wanting to get the sweater to lay just right over my shoulders.

Along with receiving several compliments, my choice of attire got me out of those silly picnic games and races and kept me away from all of those messy picnic events like the egg toss, water balloons and tug-of-war. In exchange for getting out of those activities, I agreed to be the designated photographer for the day looking for material for the company newsletter. I was able to observe everyone else getting hot/dirty/sweatybut from a safe distance. One girl had an egg break on her shirt and another had a water balloon hit her shorts. I got pictures of both all the while being thankful that I did not participate in those dreadful games. When asked to join the water balloon toss, I said, Sorryno thanksnot in this dress. It's Ralph Lauren.

I made sure to only sample the clean foods such as the fresh vegetables, puff pastries and natural spring water. I kept my distance from the barbeque that many others were eating and in some cases wearing. I never liked eating that stuff with all of that messy sauce. I did get a few pictures of the people from my department chowing down on the barbeque chicken and ribs.

After we were there for awhile, my boss had all of us go around to the side of his property where he had a pen set up for the kids to pet and feed some small animals. Despite my friend's urging I graciously declined to go in as there were mud puddles throughout the enclosure and the far end was a complete muddy quagmire. I was getting pictures of my friend with one of the sheep when I saw that she was standing right next to one of those mud puddles. I told her that I couldn't get her in the picture and that she needed to take a step back. She did so without looking and went right into the ankle deep mud, new Nikes and all. I laughed and teased her for always being the messy one and reminder her that she was going to have to spend the rest of the day in soggy shoes.

To get a better view of my poor friend's predicament and to snap a few pictures, I walked around the pen to the far side where there was a board that straddled the corner. When I went to step onto the board, a farmhand told me to be careful and I responded by telling him to mind his own business. The board was only a foot off the ground; not exactly a high wire act. He said that the board wasn't bolted down and may not be stable. I explained that I had taken years of dance and had more than enough coordination to stand on a board that was 5-6 inches wide and maybe 10 feet long. He continued to shake his head and I simply extended my hand in his direction as a cue for him to steady me as I stepped up onto the board.

After getting onto the board, I took some pictures laughing at my friend the entire time. The ewwwyuck look on her face was hilarious as examined her once-clean running shoes watching the muddy water drain out the mesh sides. I also was kind enough to point out how the mud was also kind of stinky. I remember looking down at that expanse of disgusting, slimy mud thinking how gross it would be to get one single speck of that mess on my outfit.

In a pouty voice she asked what was so funny and I told her that, as usual, I was the smart one for not going in there and she should have done the same. To make my point, I gestured towards my pristine white Keds and held my one foot out like a ballerina in the process. When I did that, the board I was standing on began to wobble. I quickly regained my balance and looked up to see everyone watching me. I smiled as if to say, I bet you thought I was going to fall. No way that's happening. I walked back and forth bouncing a little as the board had some give to it. I was still grinning at my friend who had been left with squishy feet for the day. I did a cute little spin on the board to get my dress to lift up just a bit and was given a polite round of applause by a few nearby. I adjusted my sweater to get it back in place, smoothed out my pretty dress and thanked everyone for attending my show. A few more golf claps from the folks nearby.

I daintily held out the side of my dress and did a little curtsy to demonstrate my grace. When I did that, the board tilted forward causing me to again lose my balance. I vainly reached for something to grab onto and windmilled my arms around trying to defy gravity. I felt my toes curl over the edge of the board pointing to where I didn't want to go. As I tried to lean back, my right foot came off the board and waived in the air as I wobbled. I screamed, Oh god no! My right foot got back onto the board but only the back half. As I lurched forward again my right foot offered no stability. I just could not stop my lean forward. I shrieked as I fell and heard/felt a loud splat as I landed face down in about four inches of brown, slimy mud! I heard a gasp from the people watching and let out a defeated ugh. as I felt the mud soaking into my pretty outfit. My pale yellow dress was now chocolate brown.the same with the cute sweater I had over my shoulders. After a few seconds of denial, I started to get to my knees. I my haste to leave the slop, I tried to stand but the mud was very slippery. One step forward and I fell on my butt soaking the last dry part of my body. Then as I stood again I felt my foot stuck in the mud which caused me to step out of my shoe. (At that moment I had a brief flashback to earlier that morning when I was taking my new white canvas Keds from the box and lacing them for the first time. I spent a few extra moments making sure the laces were even.) Back to reality - I dug the shoe out of the mud which only came out with a sickening slurp.

My entire outfit was ruined! With arms out stretched and one of my Keds being held by a shoelace, I slogged back to dry ground. I then realized I even had mud in my hair and worse yet, in my pearls! What a mess! I just could not get over the fact that people had the nerve to be laughing at me. I was so mad!

I immediately ran to my car and left making the 45 minute drive home covered in mud.

Thank you, also thank TijuanaBibleScholar who commissioned them.
https://tijuanabiblescholar.deviantart.com/gallery/

Also I have found another vat scene in a Dutch film called 'Nono Het Zigzag Kinde'. A female thief falls into a vat of chocolate
Watch from 5:37
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FzkfMoh6nBU&t=369s

And also the making of, watch from 7:26
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qrpx7BONQeM&t=513s

Interesting from a 1st person perspective. I much prefer 3rd person. Seeing the villainess get trashed is more fun haha!

Good Vat content. But personally I found the two kissing off putting haha. The villainess is meant to be really pissed off, not enjoying it!

Shameless bump, just letting you guys who have responded know that I am now writing the erotic lit I was talking about before and hope to have it up soon

I almost forgot to have to show this one too, Mackenzie from the video game 'Tony Hawk Downhill Jam' Skateboards straight into a marmite factory.

Hey everyone,

I have finished writing my Lit-erotica for this. I can't upload on a forum, so I might have to private message or directly email it to you

Let me know if you want to read it Its really good haha

If you are keen I can email you my story

Thanks for the feedback on my story. I know first person is different and not everyone's thing. Below is another story of a similar vain in the third person:

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When I was in high school I helped with an end-of-school year picnic at a local park for my younger brother's elementary school. We set up the food and all sorts of games for the kids. The head of the PTA, Jill, was a very attractive woman in her 30's who always looked very nice. Every time I saw her, she was dressed very nice in a country club sort of way - never a hair out of place and always wearing coordinated outfits that looked they were fairly expensive.

On this day, Jill was looking very spring-like in her fashions wearing a white Ralph Lauren blouse, (with collar turned up), pastel pink capri-style pants, and bright white canvas Keds. Jill gave us helpers our directions for the morning setup and she did a good job in her 'supervisor' capacity. One of the games she had us set up was a tug of war for the two 5th grade classes. She thought it would be fun to have it across a narrow, but rather muddy stream near the picnic area. The stream was only five feet across and was more of a swampy morass with barely a trickle of water running through the center. Since the nearest foot-bridge was 50 or so feet away we found a wooden plank to put over the stream near the rope so that getting across was easy.

Jill was giving lots of orders but when the borough mayor showed up, she was also taking lots of credit for the event. Sure, she had a role in planning it but others were doing all of the work getting it set up. When talking to the mayor, she made it sound like she had been there since dawn personally setting up the food and every game. She had me tag along with the two of them taking pictures so that they could be shared at the next council meeting.

She had a very bossy tone with how she was talking to me and everyone else for that matter. When the three of us got to the water balloon toss area, she had me take a picture of her holding a water balloon in a pose that made her look like she was throwing and catching them. (Even though she would be nowhere near that game when it was actually being played.) Then at the egg relay she did the same thing pretended for the camera she was going to race. She had me take several pictures wanting to make sure everything, including her long brown hair, was perfect. When we got to the tug of war area, she walked across the plank stopping in the middle. She had me take a picture of her standing over the muck pointing at the mud with a grin on her face. It was about this time that I thought to myself how it would be pretty funny if she somehow fell in. But of course, she didn't. We got a few pictures of her holding the rope as if she were participating in the tug when in reality that was not going to happen. The thought again crossed my mind as I stood directly across the mud pit from her with her foot right up at the edge holding the rope as if she was pulling with all her might.

Fast forward an hour or so when the picnic was in full swing and all of the kids were having a blast. Jill stayed at the pavilion while most of the games were going on and couldn't have been less involved. As I was putting some of the food away I saw her checking her long brown hair and make up in her mirror doing some unnecessary personal touch-ups. The mayor returned to the park and Jill sprung back into action. All of a sudden she again took charge and herded the kids over to the tug of war area. They all took their shoes off and got on either side of the stream. Jill volunteered her one friend to stand on the board and be the judge. The kids got in place, the judge blew the whistle and the kids commenced to tugging. After just a few moments the first couple kids got pulled into the mud to a chorus of laughs, giggles and screams. The mud was pretty soupy and at least ankle deep. Fortunately, we had told the kids to wear old clothes, bring a change of clothes, and we had a hose to rinse them off when they got back in the grass. After the one team had pulled the other into the mud, the stronger team jumped in too -muddy fun being had by all.

Once they were all in the mud, the mom who was the judge tried to pick up the rope to get it out of the mud and in doing so, lost her balance and also ended up in the mud sacrificing a nice pair of Reeboks in the process. Jill got a chuckle out the mishap and said something like, Awe, even Amy wanted to get in on the fun. in a snarky tone. Amy just looked up and said, Real funny clearly annoyed as she slogged back to the grassy shoreline.

Jill then instructed me to take some more pictures of the kids making sure to get Amy as she sat on the bank taking her shoes off. The kids were still thoroughly enjoying themselves in the mud really churning it into a mucky mess. Jill walked onto the board and made some comment about all of her little ones enjoying their wallow except of course for Amy. I took a few pictures of her lording over the muddy kids and smiling for the camera. She called herself the 'master of muddy mayhem' while I got a picture of her with her hands on her hips with a toothy grin.

From her position on the board, she told the kids to start getting out of the mud and to head over to the hose for a rinsing. A friend of Jill showed up and made her way over to where we were. The friend called out to Jill and remarked how the kids appeared to be having a good time. Jill agreed and pointed to their mutual friend Amy sitting in the grass barefoot shoving her muddy sneakers and socks in a plastic bag. Jill said to the friend, Everything went well. I wasn't counting on Amy demonstrating her grace and elegance so that was a bonus! The friend laughed and Amy pretended to laugh seemingly more irritated with Jill than the mud. The friend abruptly yelled to Jill to watch out as one remaining kid started to cross the board from behind her. Muddy from the knees down, the boy thought he could walk on the 18-inch wide board and somehow get around Jill. The boy was moving quickly and there wasn't time to tell him to stop. Jill stepped to the far side with her back to the edge as close to the side as possible. She had both arms extended out to the sides with only the balls of her feet on the board as she stood on her tippy-toes. Miraculously the boy scurried past and over to the hose without getting any mud on Jill. She relaxed and carefully examined her white blouse, pink cropped pants and pristine white Keds; not even a speck of mud or dirt yet mud had splashed on the board on either side of where she was standing. She looked at her friend and I after pressing down the front of her blouse and said something along the lines of how lucky that kid was.

Jill ran her fingers through her long brown hair and told me to take a picture of a kid's flip-flop that had been abandoned in the mud. I stepped down next to Amy at the edge of the grass and tried to see what she was talking about. (A brown flip-flop in brown mud doesn't exactly stand out.) She pointed to it by extending her foot out over the general area and I struggled to get a good shot without having to wade in myself. She continued to talk with this friend from where she was standing seemingly very comfortable with her perch. She said she didn't want to venture to the hose area as it looked pretty messy and that the other mothers could deal with that. She stood on the board with her right foot right at the edge and her left hanging over the side. Yapping to her friend about the two going out as soon as the picnic was done which was going to be in a few minutes. The friend complimented her on her outfit and she started to explain where she had purchased everything and pointed out something special about the buttons on the blouse. In mid-explanation, she looked down at me and said rather rudely, are you done yet?!? I could feel her rolling her eyes at the friend. She resumed talking about her capris and pointed out her new-for-spring Keds saying that she was wearing some cute no-show socks which were really comfy. She stepped back to hold the one foot up in the air and her right foot hit a wet spot from where the kid ran across the board. She slid a few inches causing her to lose her balance. In what took just a second, seemed to last for a few minutes. She let out a yelp and tried to regain her balance. She ended up on the side of the board leaning forward over the mud. The toes of her immaculate white Keds were extended over the edge of the board curing down as her arms were going round and round. She teetered back and forth not wanting to fall off the board in either direction saying no! no! no! Her left foot then stepped back, slipped again on the wet spot and, overcompensating, she tumbled forward down into the mud with a sickening splat. Landing on her side, she had mud in her hair, all over her white blouse and pink Capris.

There was a collective gasp from the others in the area that turned back around to see Ms. PTA in the slop pit. Jill had a look of abject horror on her face as she came to realize how deep, slimy and disgusting the mud was. Her long hair had flipped into her face and she instinctively ran her hand through the hair spreading mud across her face. Amy let out a loud laugh and Jill slammed her right hand down into the mud in frustration. I stepped out into the mud and extended my hand to help her up. She almost couldn't speak as she struggled to her feet. All she could say was, I can't believe this! My outfit.it's ruined!

Her right side was covered in mud from head to toe and most of the left was muddy as well. She kept saying eweewe as she went from her side to all fours to her feet. Once standing, she held her arms out and watched the mud drip from everywhere. With her first step, her right shoe stuck in the mud. Her little white ped-sock was still pretty clean and she held her foot in the air not sure what to do. A second later she lost her grip on my hand causing her foot to plunge back down into the mud followed by another ewww and get me out of here!! The mud bubbled beneath her feet as she squished back to the grass and sat down.

Her friend didn't know what to say or do. Totally dejected, she walked over to the hose area and got some of the heavy stuff off. The blouse became fairly see-through which also added to her embarrassment. She threw the shoes and socks in a garbage can and headed for her car. Some guy offered a blanket for her car seat so she didn't have to get her Audi dirty. She slinked into her car and headed off. Her perfectly planned day was ultimately derailed by bad karma.

I got a few pictures of the fall as well as the aftermath which her friend Amy made sure made the next PTO newsletter.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2nhpozKrxVI&list=FLFf46Oqb1u5YlMy1qsG-B_A

Here's a nice one, a bitchy villainess gets her comeuppance in this Hungarian movie "Alom.net" (odd name I know...) but great scene starts from 9:30min firstly having her dress ripped off and then getting a cake dumped on her!

Actress name is Ottia Lerch playing part of Laura.

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I enjoy all of these elements as well. Nothing better than a bratty, snobby, snooty bitch getting her messy comeuppance, especially if she is wearing a really nice and expensive outfit!

Beautiful!!! Why can't there be more movies like this?

Does she get messier than this? Like face mud or face cake/pie?

Unfortunately not. The scene is quite repetitive.

http://evilbabes.wikia.com/wiki/Category:Humiliated

http://evilbabes.wikia.com/wiki/Category:Comical_defeat

From the movie White Chicks

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-nb5yqeSbc&list=RD8-nb5yqeSbc&t=239



at about 3:30

Hoping to keep this thread alive.

https://www.facebook.com/deejayjoemfalme/videos/10155562455038303/

Found this amazing video. Really captures one of my fantasies of a well dressed up woman struggling to walk around a disgusting slum.

In love!