You are meeting Alison for a session she is to be tied to the cross at the dungeon and destroyed, you have ordered her a new. How Dare You, style outfit. A satin cream blouse, full sleeve with front bow, knee length black pin stripe skirt, also black high heels. Alison is not allowed any underwear, she lost a bet with you via email so has forfeited her bra and knickers.

Mess wise anything goes, food, compost, mud, gunge, Alison is prepared to get the lot, sex play is on as well, you can play with her, use toys on her, forced orgasms, maybe even fucking if she gives you the nod. You have been looking forward to this day for several weeks now. You have booked all the mess with the dungeon, plus shower arrangements as Alison will most certainly be needing it post session. Also clothes ripping is on the cards as well, as you have paid for the outfit. Lingerie will be stockings and suspenders, black.

You arrive at the dungeon before Alison, meet Mistress Hazel, who shows you to dungeon two, all the goodies and toys are ready. The cross has been put into the pool for you by the maid, the butchers block is also available should Alison wish to be destroyed on it. There is gallons of mess available. You check your supplies, you are happy with your ammo. Now all you need is Alison.

As Alison arrives, she is already wearing the outfit, she looks divine in it. She hands her coat over to the maid, she waves to Mistress Hazel, whom she met at the outdoor session with Karen. Alison gives you a spin as she walks into the dungeon, as she does the twirl for you in the outfit, you note how stunning a lady she is. You watch her breasts bobbing up and down inside the cream satin blouse. You know she is wearing no knickers from the lost bet. You feel your body temperature rising.

Alison hands over a gag to you, she smiles and gestures to you that you may use it as part of the session. No words are said as Alison is gasping to get into the play, she walks over to the cross places her back onto it and offers her arms up to the cuffs too be tied in, you feel your heart pumping as she openly offers her surrender to you. You waste no time in cuffing her in, her perfume wafts past you several times, it drives you wild. You can feel an erection forming in your pants and you've not even started yet, how bad will you be when she is letting you dismantle her? You step back and check Alison is secure, she is. Alison nods to you and looks at the gag, she has been gasping to be wearing it from the start, so that if you choose to grope her she will be powerless to complain.

You step round the back of her, again the perfume hits you, along with the smell from her hair, it makes you want to wreck her on the spot, you control your urge and focus on the gag. It slides into place in her mouth, you feel Alison adjust it so she can moan at you, but will be unable to speak. Your fingers run down the shiny cream satin material, you just know she is gasping to be destroyed, bombarded and annihilated into surrender in this attire. You contemplate the first grope as per Alison's instructions, you hold back. She had told you about her other adventures via email, when she dresses in this style of outfit, she goes full on with the mess. Today is different, no hosiery for Alison she has agreed toys will be used to work her over. Leading, you hope to several prolonged forced orgasms.

The session begins:

You step back and stare at Alison for about five seconds as she stands there in her divine outfit waiting for the bombardment to begin. She stares back, she does not lower her head, you will have to force her to submit by dismantling her and her outfit. You look round the room to check your ammo one last time, you are aware that you are becoming sexually excited as it time to start the play.

You start with a custard pie, a good old fashioned fully loaded custard and cream on a flan base. You raise the flan and splat it directly into the middle of Alison blouse all down the buttons, you take glee in smearing it all down the front and letting the rest drip down the front of Alison's pinstripe skirt. Alison bangs her head in frustration on the cross, she looks down at the assault her blouse has just taken, she mutters through her gag. You go for another pie this time you flan her under her left arm pit, again custard and cream flies, you run the pie along the base of her left arm sleeve. You notice Alison following your every move, once more she bangs her head on the cross in sexual mess frustration, you watch as pie drips slowly down the armpit of her cream blouse. You remember to throw in some verbal as Alison as has requested.

"Fuck you, office bitch!" You try you luck.

Alison again bangs her head on the cross and murmurs something through her gag. You waste no time, you pie her straight in the face for muttering back. SPLODGE! Cream and custard flies all over the place, some of Alison's hair is encased in custard and flan crust. Alison shakes her head to remove some of the mess, she looks at you directly, and through her facial expression's says 'Fuck you, wreck me.' You step back and look round and see a bucket of watery mud. It looks like watery clay to be exact, this will bombard her outfit
big time. You step back and launch it at her all down the right side of her blouse, and skirt, Alison is drenched in the stuff. The impact impresses you, Alison reels on the cross from the assault. You watch as she pulls on her cuffs in protest, you can hear her breathing more heavily from that bombardment. Her right breast is stuck to the satin material and is now visible through the blouse. Her nipple is erect, that last assault has aroused her.

You move round the back of Alison, her head follows until you move out of her line of sight. You get another pie, as you stand behind Alison you go for a sneaky pie attack again in the arm pit. This the pie slops in and impacts with her wet muddy blouse you hear Alison mutter and moan through her gag. You move in, you feel it's time for the first groping. You stand directly behind her, raise your left hand and cup it onto her left breast through the still dry material, you put you right hand onto her right breast which is protruding through the soaking fabric, then you proceed to give them both a good semi rough rub. Alison pulls on her chains, and moans like a woman possessed, you pull on her right nipple slightly as it is erect. Alison strains at her cuffs from the torment, she was not lying when she told you she liked it. You make a mental note to do it several more times during the session.

You feel it's time it to increase the mess, gunge is needed, lots of gunge, in fact bucket fulls! You pick a bucket of green and hurl at Alison's pencil skirt, it impacts all down the front and some cascades up the front of her blouse, once again Alison looks down and moans through her gag, you are convinced that last moan was sexual. You watch as the green gunge slowly drips off her skirt and onto the black stiletto's. She is not gunged enough, more is needed. You pick a bucket of yellow, again you throw directly at her pencil skirt. This time it soaks through to her stockings and suspenders, you note Alison's eyes close as the material from her skirt is now heavy with wet warm gunge. There is another bucket purple, you seize the moment, you pick it up walk towards Alison, show her the bucket, pull open the waist band of her skirt and slowly tip warm purple gunge down the inside. Alison squirms all over the place in her cuffs, the moans and groans from the gag intensify ten fold. You think you can make out. 'Fuck You' in some kind of sexual moaning.

Your hands now rub the front of the skirt, pressing all the gunge into her stockings and make it drip down onto the stiletto's. You raise another pie, this time the target is Alison's clean left breast. You flan it softy yet firmly, pressing the pie into her breast through the cream satin material. Alison closes her eyes and looks up at the ceiling, she is defenceless to the barrage, she is being broken down sexual from the onslaught, she loves it, it's written all over her face. You move back to assess your work so far. Your happy Alison, is slowly being dismantled. You walk up to Alison and remove the gag from her mouth for a moment.

"Oh my god, the buckets thrown over my skirt, are destroying me!" Alison gasps in a submissive voice.

"I have more for you yet, office slut." You reply.

"Bring it on, pound me." Alison requests.

You look at her, and give her the look of, you're about to be totally engulfed and then re gag her. You waste no time in bombarding Alison. First on the shopping list is a pie sandwich. SPLODGE! There goes the hair and make up. Another pair of pies follow from you, SPLODGE! This time in the breasts, once again, you massage them in for good measure. You step back and think, should you work over the vagina with pies or more groping. Groping it is, you stand in front of Alison and unbutton her blouse just the middle three buttons, you dip your hands into a bucket of warm gunge, then you slide your dripping right hand onto her left breast and smear gunge all over it, giving her breasts a liberal rubbing. Alison pulls on her cuffs once more and looks at the ceiling again, this is followed by some serious moaning. You ramp it up and get your left hand working her right breasts over. You move on from groping to massaging, Alison's head lowers for the first time and her breathing gets really heavy, it's totally obvious she adores having her breasts massaged, both nipples are sticking out like rocket ships!

You peer round more gunge is available, so you pick up another bucket and throw it all down the front of Alison's unbuttoned blouse, gunge manages to cascade inside and out, due to the some of the buttons remaining open. You watch as Alison starts to gasp through her gag, she is really getting aroused now by the mess and the dismantling. A carton of custard is at hand, so you pick it up and pour it over Alison's hair, you're transfixed as her divine hair style becomes a thing of the past, her hair gets cemented together with custard.

You know it's time to start working her vagina with the mess, you get another carton of custard in your left hand, with your right hand you push in the front of Alison's skirt at thigh height, this causes a lip in the fabric. You pull open the waistline and tip the custard in it starts to pool in the lip you made, as it fills you can hear it lapping round her vagina. You got for it and push the lot up, SLOSH! It goes into the places, Carlsberg wishes they could reach!

"OOOOGGHH!" Or something of that nature comes from Alison's mouth.

You watch as custard cascades down the skirt and out onto the dungeon floor. You pick up two more pies, move round the back of Alison and set about flanning her divine ass, one smeared into each butt cheek does the job well, again Alison pulls on her cuffs being totally defenceless to your assault. You reach for a carton of custard, you pull on the neck of Alison's sopping blouse and tip the entire litre of custard down her left shoulder blade, saturating the left back of her blouse in thick yellow liquid, again you let your left hand roam onto her left breast for a moment, once more Alison moans, though the moan is now softer, you are starting to break her down. You reach for a jug and look for another bucket of gunge, there is a red bucket available, you dip the jug in, fill it. This too, you tip down Alison's back. The warm gunge makes her wriggle on the cross, you watch as the back of the cream satin blouse, goes transparent, you are now nursing a serious hard on in your pants! You wonder if Alison has noticed the effects, or if she will eyeball you, when you step round to her front. Whilst at the back you un tuck her blouse from her skirt. Alison looks down, this informs her that her blouse is about to get some serious punishment, also possibly torn to pieces. Alison turns to look at you, but the cross obscures her vision.

You move round the front, Alison gets a good look at your erection, there is no hiding the fact. You approach and take off her gag for a moment.

"Somebody is happy to see me in this state!" Alison openly looks as she speaks.

"I really want to dismantle you, and utterly destroy you." You no longer hold back.

"Then do it, tear my clothes to pieces and take me hard on the cross!" Alison states quite firmly.

You don't need asking twice, you put Alison's gag back on, you know what needs to be done, you've both been wanting to do it, since you first started swapping emails. The first thing to get destroyed is the bow on the front of the blouse, you tear at it. It's torn to pieces in seconds, you get a bucket of yellow gunge, you don't hold back you hurl it straight in Alison's face and all down her neck and breasts. Alison gasps from inside the gag, she is sopping in gunge, her breasts are extremely pert through the satin material. Your hard on is huge, Alison looks at you to tell you to get your pants and boxers off. You don't hesitate, your hard as nails once it's out. Alison yanks at her cuffs in torment as she wants to hand job you, there and then.

Your mind is racing the skirt has to go, you walk up to the side of Alison and grab hold of the right side of the pencil skirt and tear it, all up the right seam, RRRIIPP!! This is followed by another tear across the top opening the skirt up at the front, Alison's lingerie and vagina are now on show. Alison looks down, then looks at your throbbing penis. You know and she knows, how this is going to end up, its just what happens on the way that will heighten it. You go for a custard pie, you press home your advantage literally! The pie is pressed into Alison's vagina, cream and custard splurdge everywhere as your rub the pie in.

Alison moans and groans on the cross. You get two cartons of custard and hose her vagina down in thick yellow liquid, again Alison reels from her cuffed torment, she is utterly defenceless to your attack. You look at her saturated satin blouse, walk up and tear it totally open, the few buttons that were done up did not have a chance, they fly across the dungeon room. You pull at the neckline and get blouse down round her back, so her breasts are totally exposed. Pies lots of pies, you pie barrage her breasts, you show no mercy. Alison can do nothing, she is now breathing extremely heavily, you can hear her saying.

"Fuck me, Fuck me." Through her gag.

You will, when the moment is right.

You glance round the room more pies are available, so you pie sandwich Alison in the face. SPLURDGE! Alison splutters from the devastation you move round her back and part her butt cheeks and flan her in the ass. You watch as the custard and cream impact all round her ass hole.

"YEEP" Comes from gagged Alison.

Whilst round the back of the cross your right hand positions over Alison's gunged vagina, you slip several fingers in and start to slowly masturbate her, Alison once again reels, breathing all over the place, you feel her spread her legs for you to give you more room to masturbate her, slowly your fingers work her, you can feel she is warm and moist from the gunge, and the sexual arousal. Alison's head lowers and tilts to the left in a sign of sexual submission. You notice another bucket of gunge is available, so start to move across the room to get it, as you do so, your erect penis brushes against Alison's left butt cheek, you feel her twitch as you both meet. Alison watches you cross over for the gunge, you know she likes what she sees, and she wants what she likes. You pick up the gunge, you face Alison in her now destroyed outfit and pour gunge, this time green all over her.

Alison gasps through her gag as the green gunge swamps her, you notice her looking at your erect penis, she opens her legs slightly to signal to you she wants you to take her. You approach, you position your penis in front of her vagina so it is brushing against her slightly. Once more Alison moans and pulls on her restraints, just as your about to penetrate her you move away. The sexual torment is terrible for Alison who pulls on her cuffs and looks at the ceiling in protest. You get more pies, you bombard her vagina with two in quick succession, custard drips all down her thighs, stockings and suspenders. Now you take her, without warning you approach her, put your arms round the back of the cross and penetrate her, several long hard thrusts, Alison's head rocks from side to side, once more mutterings can be heard from her gag.

Slowly you thrust Alison, making sure she feels the width of your shaft as you work her, your hands move from the back of the cross and more into the middle to give yourself better positioning, once more you go to work, the long slow strokes from your shaft are really penetrating Alison, your wide, so she knows she is being fucked, yet not too hard, it's a slow, intense, sensual wam fuck. You move your head to her left nipple and suck and lightly caress her with your tongue. The moaning has stopped, Alison has surrendered she just wants to be fucked on the cross all day. You remove Alison's gag for a moment.

"Take me down, and I'll blow you right now." Alison gasps, as you slowly fuck her.

"No, you're staying on here, while I dismantle you." You reply.

"Yes, sir. " Alison whispers.

You withdraw for a moment, get a carton of custard and squirt it up, Alison's now wide vagina.

"OOOOHH" Cries Alison, the impact makes her head snap up, once more she looks at the ceiling.

You quickly re insert, this time the long hard thrusts are slightly quicker, custard splurges from Alison's swollen vagina every time you thrust.

"AAAHH, yes, fuck me, hard, PLEASE!" Alison begs.

You know, now is the time. You fuck Alison hard and fast, her body pounds on the cross. Her head lowers to the left as she subs, your putting all your shaft in there now with some force, you can feel Alison's vagina contracting against your penis every time you thrust. Once more you return to the long slow thrusts, Alison is now an utter moaning, sexual wreck. You have noticed a carton of custard just in reach, you grab it with your right hand and tip it all over Alison's hair and face.

"GUURGLLRREE, Splutter!" Is all Alison can manage.

You tear at what remains of her blouse, so Alison is wearing rags. You assault the skirt again, more tears round the arse, its not an easy task whilst being entwined with Alison.

"GOD YES!" Alison shouts, as you totally destroy her formal attire.

"Do you want the gag on while I finish you," You enquire.

"Please, god yes, "Alison gasps.

You re gag Alison, you increase the rhythm of the fucking, by speeding up slightly. You look at Alison, who has totally surrendered, you watch her head go limp and she's resting it on your shoulder, whilst you dismantle her sexually. Alison's sexual moans increase as you fuck her harder, she is covered in gunge and custard, her clothes are torn to rags. Now you must fuck her and fuck her hard!

You reposition yourself, so Alison is taking all your shaft, her vagina is getting pounded from every stroke your penis delivers, you feel Alison's vagina go tight around your penis again, she is close to orgasm from penetrative sex. Once more you go for it, attempting to get even more of your erect shaft into her. Now you really thrust, your moaning and groaning like a man possessed, Alison is crying out sexually through her gag, again, harder and faster you pump, you can feel yourself starting to cum, it's rushing from your pelvis, like a freight train, you quickly glance at Alison who has closed her eyes and is still resting on your shoulder. Once more you fuck her like your life depends on it, Alison goes limp on her cuffs she has totally relaxed as her orgasm is unstoppable. You pump again, if you could get your balls in there you would! You glance down and see her pert breasts shaking from your thrusting.

You are banging Alison against the cross several times as you pump her, now totally determined to shoot hot reams of spunk into her sopping vagina.. You hear Alison gurgle.

"Yes, yes, yes." Through her gag.

Her back arches pushing her towards you slightly you seize the moment and push harder so all your shaft get's inserted.

Alison is literally rattling on the cross at this point from the intense fucking you are delivering, you cannot last much longer, your both going to cum, as Alison arches again, you let go. Alison too lets go, she gushes as you cum, it's like a river all over the dungeon floor. Alison collapses onto her restraints, she is quite literally fucked! You shoot your load in a massive ream straight up Alison. Your body feels electric, it just has to deliver! You cum in her once, then withdraw and shoot a second load all over the front of her destroyed vagina. My god you've not shot that much in a while.

You look at Alison, who is just hanging there, a gagged, fucked, destroyed wreck. Smiling happily though.

You move over and take off Alison's restraints, as soon as Alison is released, she drops to the floor on all fours, pulls off her gag, breaths extremely heavily.

"Oh my fucking god, how wide are you, and how much spunk did you have in you... I'm destroyed!" Alison announces.

"Glad you, enjoyed it." You reply.

You look round the dungeon, custard, gunge and cum is all over the place, time for a shower for both of you, then guess what quite a lot of cleaning to do.. Now where is that maid?