Licking her lips as she poured herself a glass of Chateau Rahoul Blanc, twenty-eight-year-old, multi-millionairess Kayleigh gazed longingly at her younger lover Aoife (pronounced ee-fa), as she lay naked on her cosy King-sized bed. Raising the crystalline glass to her lips, the five-foot-seven CEO of the pharmaceutical giant 'Shebe' (pronounced she-be) glanced down upon her twenty-year-old prots perfect curves. Engrossed in a novel, the Irish youngster reacted lustfully to a passage by wiggling her backside daintily in the cool night air. Oblivious to her licentious seducer's lecherous intentions, the five-foot-three dark brunette was completely absorbed by her own prurient imagination.

Squinting in the pale candlelight, Kayleigh opened the blinds of her mansion's downstairs guest bedroom. Wearily, she gazed out onto her vast five-acre garden, through her gargantuan French windows, which had misted slightly, following the early evening rain. Meticulously, she surveyed the thick, dense woodland, beyond the banks of the miry river that marked the boundaries of her garish, ostentatious stately home. Satisfied that the recent scandal at work was behind her, Kayleigh murmured in awe as the radiant moonlight reflected on her modernist concrete swimming pool.

Glancing back towards Aoife, the CEO gawped wantonly at the stunning brunette's pert right breast. Formulating a plan on how to debase her bewitching, callow, impudent lover, Kayleigh greedily gulped down her medium-bodied dry white. Patient in her seduction, the femme fatale paused as Aoife's erect nipple coquettishly glided across the thin bed sheets, as the Irish girl arched her back slightly as she read. Her crotch thus momentarily visible, Aoife finally acknowledged that Kayleigh's greedy, lustful eyes were trained upon her waist. Glancing up towards her lover, Aoife coyly smiled as she lifted her face from the page. Then, rising upwards, in insatiable expectation of a glass of white wine, Aoife revealed her perfect, quivering breasts. Reaching out her right hand, with her finely shaven crotch fully on display, Aoife pouted, as Kayleigh tauntingly responded by pouring another glass of wine for herself instead.

"Oh, Aoife", Kayleigh gushed, "I could just watch you lying naked there all day." Nervous that she had lewdly spoken out of turn, the brunette gulped, before nervously brushing her armpit length, deep cherry brown, side parted, sleek hair from her face. Fortunately, however, Aoife flirtatiously welcomed her advances by blowing Kayleigh a kiss before laying back face down and continuing to read.

Wearing a one shoulder, sweep train, chiffon, beaded, yellow evening dress, Kayleigh stepped forward and began to play with the soft waves of Aoife's mid-back length, dark brown hair. Feeling ticklish, Aoife fidgeted slightly, her side swept bangs bouncing off her lustrous, glossy forehead. Tracing her fingers down the small of Aoife's back, Kayleigh enquired, "Darling, what on earth are you reading?" "Fingersmith", Aoife replied coyly, without looking, as Kayleigh bent down and kissed her tenderly on the neck. "Goodness, I hope you're not trying to con me!" Kayleigh joked fretfully, suddenly afraid. Shaking her head, Aoife slid her butterfly bookmark into her paperback, before delicately placing the novel up onto the bedside table. Reiterating, after an awkward pause, Aoife soothed, "I wouldn't dream of it", before kissing Kayleigh intensely on the lips. Drawing back, the Irish maiden added, "If anything, you're the one seducing me!"

Playfully, Kayleigh replied by pushing Aoife's face back into the pillow, before kissing her on the crown of her bewitching head. "Would you like some more vin blanc?" Kayleigh asked, as Aoife, her face still pressed down, defiantly wiggled her bum in the air. "Yes please", came Aoife's muffled reply, only for Kayleigh to startle the brunette by pouring her entire glass of wine over the small of her back instead. Tingling, as the chilled white wine splattered against her bare, pale, silken skin, Aoife yelped, "That tickles!" as she wiggled her hips in abasement and despair.

Gleefully slapping Aoife's backside twice with great vigour, Kayleigh reasserted her superiority by reiterating, "Don't forget who your mistress is young lady!" Smirking, Kayleigh then poured the entire remainder of the bottle over Aoife's lithe, graceful, placid rear. Stunned into inertia, Aoife lay motionless throughout the next fifteen seconds. Gasping, the brunette clenched her cheeks as the wine splattered down, drenching her entire derriere. Then, just as the ferocious onslaught began to slow down to a dribble, Aoife shrieked as she felt the Chateau Rahoul Blanc slither down between her cheeks. Bending forwards, Kayleigh salaciously kissed Aoife's slippery backside, before remarking, "Delightfully delicious."

Sitting up, so that she stained the cream bed sheets with her wine-soaked rear, Aoife murmured, "I feel peckish. Do we have anything left to eat Kayleigh?" "Of course, petal. Would you like some dessert?" her lover replied, endearingly. "Yes please", Aoife insatiably decried, like she used to, when she was six. "As you wish", Kayleigh crowed, before turning her back on the dark brunette. Blinking, as she absent-mindedly rubbed her damp backside with her palm, Aoife was caught off guard as Kayleigh advanced towards her and thrust a giant red velvet cake into her delightful face. Pushing the back of Aoife's head into the cake with one hand, with the other, Kayleigh rubbed the white cream cheese all over the stunning brunette's cheeks. Then, once her face was entirely smothered, Kayleigh dragged down what remained of the sponge onto Aoife's much smaller chest. Mirthfully, Kayleigh began to tauntingly massage the soft, tender crumbs and greasy cream cheese all over the Irish girl's dainty breasts.

Once the remaining sponge had slithered down towards Aoife's waist, Kayleigh crowed, "I think cake always tastes better with cream." Chortling, the seductress poured an entire three litre jug of single cream over Aoife's hair without spilling a sip. Pouting, Aoife sat motionless as Kayleigh playfully ruffled her bespattered side-swept fringe. Tingling, Aoife continued to shiver as cream seductively began to dribble down over her tiny b cup breasts.

Kissing Aoife on the cheek, Kayleigh playfully purred, "Oh dear sweetie. Here, let me help wash you clean." Turning the titillated and acquiescent Aoife onto her back, Kayleigh then began to pour a second bottle of white wine over her majestically flat stomach and supple, lissom breasts. Lying back submissively, Aoife gave herself completely to her older, fully clothed, voyeuristic temptress. Entirely naked, Aoife displayed her youthful body dutifully for the lustful pleasure of her licentious seducer who couldn't tear her eyes from the Irish maiden's chest.

Sadistically, Kayleigh proceeded to pour four more bottles of white wine over the willing, eager dark brunette. Coating every last inch of Aoife's pale, milk white skin, Kayleigh paid particular attention to her aching crotch and angelic face. Then, after finishing emptying her sixth bottle over Aoife's fringe, Kayleigh lent down and began to kiss the youngster on the lips. Slowly and meticulously, Kayleigh began to work her way down Aoife's lithe, graceful body, until every last millimetre of skin was licked clean. Paying particular attention to Aoife's breasts, Kayleigh bit lightly on her erect nipples, causing the Irish brunette to wail exultingly in lecherous glee. Then, upon reaching Aoife's crotch, Kayleigh paused momentarily and closed the blinds, before remarking, "Hold still darling, we're both going to really enjoy this." Biting her bottom lip, Aoife groaned in delight, as her lover began to perform cunnilingus on her clitoris. Accidentally pushing her novel off the bedside table, Aoife bristled in unadulterated ecstasy. As she raced toward her climax, Aoife felt her lover's thick head of hair tickle her loins, as Kayleigh's tongue vigorously moistened everything she could reach.

Dominating the youngster, Kayleigh reflected on just how fortunate she had been for Aoife to enter into her life so unexpectedly. The only child of a multi-millionaire, Kayleigh's father had installed his daughter as the CEO of Shebe in order to lend the family business a more feminine edge. His pharmaceutical empire had come under attack from animal rights activists and his doctor, concerned about his high blood pressure, had ordered him to step away. Ultimately, Kayleigh's father had hoped that by installing his daughter as the face of the company, it might lend his firm a more positive press. Indeed, initially Kayleigh's promotion had been an overwhelming success. She'd changed the name of the company from 'Hebe', after the Greek goddess of youth, to 'Shebe' to reflect the more feminine direction she planned for the pharmaceutical giant to take. Confidently, Kayleigh argued with the male dominated board that nobody could grasp the original Greek pronunciation of Hebe (EE v ee) and despite a few dissenting voices, she swiftly got her way. Immediately, she closed the gender pay gap, pushed through equal gender board room representation and set up an apprenticeship scheme for young working-class women as a realistic route into the pharmaceutical industry. As a consequence, the then teenage Aoife was plucked from obscurity in Ireland, after applying one day on a whim, to join Shebe's marketing team. Miraculously, after a highly successful advertising campaign, Shebe's market value recovered and Kayleigh's face became plastered all over the press in an overwhelmingly positive way.

Inevitably, Aoife quickly caught Kayleigh's attention, partly due to her impressive instinct, hard work and determination, but also because of her beautiful, beguiling face. Quickly promoted to becoming Kayleigh's personal assistant, Aoife soon followed her everywhere she went. As Kayleigh's success grew, her marriage to the increasingly jealous Nick collapsed and the older woman found herself drawn ever closer to the alluringly pretty, yet naively compliant brunette. Brushing aside the scandal of her messy divorce, Kayleigh jumped headfirst into an affair with the younger PA. Keeping their relationship secret, the CEO insisted that Aoife must do the same. Hence, Aoife returned to her former partner Niamh, for whom she also got a job as an animal technician at the laboratory where they were developing their latest drug 'Rhea', designed to combat morning sickness.

Nevertheless, the two kept up their indecent relationship in private, causing Aoife's highly intuitive partner to slowly grow suspicious and disenchanted with both Aoife and her work for Shebe. Sensing scandal, Aoife was petrified that Niamh would leave her and thus expose the company. Rumours about how they mistreated animals were rife and Aoife didn't know just who to believe. Both Kayleigh and Niamh assured her the rumours were jealous tabloid gossip however and nothing at all to be concerned with. Highly relieved, yet unable to choose between Kayleigh and Niamh, Aoife kept up both her relationships, one in secret, for well over a year. Certain that it was possible to love two people equally, Aoife refused to believe that she would soon have to make a choice between them one day.

But as Shebe's success grew, interest from animal rights activists swiftly returned. One all women group called 'Hera' (an acronym for a 'Humane Earth Respects Animals' and named after the Greek Goddess for women) was proving to be particularly infuriating. The new drug 'Rhea' was forecast to make Kayleigh and her fellow shareholders tens of millions within the next two years. Yet Hera spread vicious rumours about how its production had resulted in the deaths of hundreds of animals all over the internet. To help soothe public opinion, Aoife suggested they sign a major sponsorship deal with a powerful broadcaster, resulting in a tie in with the popular gameshow Nemesis. But now, with the official launch of the new drug just two days away, Kayleigh in particular, was feeling especially stressed. So, to calm her nerves, with both Niamh and Nick out of town, the CEO had invited Aoife over for a romantic evening at her place.

Laying down on the bed, still fully dressed, Kayleigh put her arm around Aoife and drew the younger girl towards her larger chest. Kissing Aoife on the crown of her head, Kayleigh proceeded to lightly tickle the coy brunette's bare arms, hips and legs. Suddenly, a thunderous splash echoed through the French windows to their left. Startled, a frightened Aoife curled up onto a ball and accidentally kicked Kayleigh in the shin. Moments later, a woman shouted, "Hey! You! Come back here!" Jumping up out of bed, Kayleigh reached for her walkie-talkie and bellowed, "Hayley, what's going on out there?" Then, after waiting what felt like a lifetime, but was actually ten seconds, for a reply, Kayleigh implored, "Hayley, Hayley, answer me!" Ten more seconds passed and still there came no response. But then, just as Kayleigh was beginning to panic, a startlingly loud knock on the French windows shook her so vehemently that she screamed. Bewildered and frightened, Aoife accidentally pushed the two remaining pillows from the bed. But then, a familiar voice bellowed, "Kayleigh, its Hayley. Please, let me in."

Sighing in relief, Kayleigh unlocked the French windows and in stepped her soaking wet, five-foot-seven, twenty-three-year-old head of security. Shivering, Hayley brushed her sodden, slender, shoulder length, dirty blonde hair from her face. Dressed all in black, her long-sleeve blouse and tight-fitting trousers were glued to her skin. Smirking, Hayley glanced down towards the naked Aoife, who awkwardly fished for a pillow to cover herself with. Clumsily, Aoife reached over and plucked a pillow off the floor, before placing it in front of her chest. Watching the brunette's discomfort, Hayley noted that the bedsheets also appeared to be drenched. "Well then, explain", an uncomfortably impatient Kayleigh ordered, after catching Hayley look scornfully and patronisingly towards her sweet, sexy PA.

Put on the back foot, the blonde gabbled, "It was one of the girls from Hera I believe. She was trying to steal a red folder, when I accosted her by the pool. Following a scuffle, we both fell into the water, before she escaped. Fortunately, she didn't take the folder, but she had just enough time to flick through it before she fled."

"A red folder? No, it can't be!" Kayleigh wailed. Continuing, she added, "It doesn't matter whether she stole it or not, she's seen the plans for the launch now hasn't she!" "No wait", Aoife added, before jumping up out of the bed. Moseying over to the wine cabinet, so that both Hayley and Kayleigh caught a generous glimpse of her derriere, Aoife picked up a red folder and twisted around proclaiming, "Look, guys, here it is!" Realising that she was exposing herself, Aoife swiftly covered her crotch with the folder as Kayleigh asked, "So what did the tart from Hera see instead?" "The instructions for your gunge tank I believe!", Hayley sniggered, disbelievingly. Wanting to be sure, Kayleigh snatched the red folder from Aoife, leaving the brunette stark naked as she flicked through the pages and sighed with relief.

Appeased, Kayleigh brashly slapped Aoife on the backside as a way of letting off some steam. "Hey", Aoife murmured, before Kayleigh conciliatorily kissed her on the cheek. Continuing, Hayley added, "The girl I fought looked really frightened, as if she didn't have a clue what she was doing here. The escapade didn't seem planned, she wasn't very threatening. I'll check the perimeter, but I'm pretty sure you won't be receiving any more trouble for the rest of the evening." "Good, I hope so. Did you get a close look at the intruder when you pushed her in?" Kayleigh asked, expectantly. "She was slim and about average height, but I'm afraid I didn't get a good look at her face", Hayley admitted. Continuing, the blonde added, "She was wearing one of those black face masks that activists from Hera always wear. There is one problem however. The girl was dressed in one of my security uniforms, so we might well have an insider, I'm afraid."

"Okay, thanks Hayley, just don't let it happen again", soothed Kayleigh, whilst remaining remarkably composed, despite the latest revelation. Continuing, she demanded, "Go check the perimeter and phone me the instant that you can give me the all clear. Tomorrow, I want a full report on who exactly has access to our uniforms. Is that clear?" "Yes boss, right away", Hayley replied, before slipping back through the French windows towards the garden perimeter.

Tracing her fingers across Aoife's arm, Kayleigh asked, "Petal, are you okay?" "Yeah, just a little shook up, that's it", the younger girl quavered, still afraid. "Good, now let me help you relax", Kayleigh suggested, before lifting up Aoife's forearm and tickling her arm pit unrelentingly. Following ten seconds of absolute torture, Aoife collapsed in a fit of giggles, her happiness restored, down by Kayleigh's feet. Patting Aoife on the crown of her head, Kayleigh soothed, "You're ever so ticklish Aoife, it's cute beyond belief." Resting her head against Kayleigh's thigh, Aoife murmured, "There's something about Hayley's story that just doesn't seem to fit. She said they both fell into the pool, but I only heard one splash, didn't you? Plus, isn't she supposed to be this super-fast rugby winger, how on earth did she let the other girl escape?" "Are you sure? I thought I heard two splashes. Anyway, Hayley's injured remember, even I could currently beat her in a race", Kayleigh replied, half-jokingly. "Still, isn't it suspicious that we only ever have trouble from Hera when Hayley's on duty? Are you sure she didn't stage the break in, in order to steal the plans for herself? Like she said, if Hera really have access to our security uniforms, that makes Hayley the prime suspect, nobody else", Aoife added assertively. "True, but we have camera footage, which I'm sure will exonerate her. Petal, I really don't get why you don't like her, I think Hayley's great", Kayleigh replied, whilst brushing Aoife's hair as she leant against her hip. "She looks down on me, she treats me like I'm just your little play thing", Aoife explained. "Oh Aoife, don't you dare think that, you mean everything to me. Besides, Hayley is incredibly loyal. She's known about us two for six months now and diligently kept our affair a secret. We can trust her, believe me", Kayleigh assured the brunette.

After a brief pause, Kayleigh took Aoife by the hand and carefully lifted her up to her feet. "Come on petal", Kayleigh soothed, "let's go get you back into your dress." Standing up in front of the mirror, Aoife glanced shyly down at her naked body as Kayleigh continued to kiss her neck and gently tickle her breasts. Giggling, Aoife lifted her arms up into the air and Kayleigh slipped her white, 'Vince', strappy, slip dress, up over her head. Taking a chance, Kayleigh brazenly reached down under the hem of Aoife's dress. Then, sliding her fingers back inside the brunette's vulva, she began to stroke her clitoris. Gasping, Aoife lent her head back against the older woman's chest. Moments later, Hayley's voice echoed through the radio transceiver. "Kayleigh, I have good news and bad news. Unfortunately, it looks like someone's tampered with the security footage, so we don't have a video of the break in. But don't worry, I've got it all up and working again. Plus, I've double checked the perimeter, it's beyond doubt that nobody's there besides me." "Good, thank you Hayley, now go and change into something dry, before Hera steal your spare uniform as well", Kayleigh joked, before kissing Aoife lovingly on the cheek.

Smiling, Kayleigh suggested, "Now that the garden's safe, how about we get some fresh air and finally have that glass of wine, sweet cheeks?" Nodding in agreement, Aoife followed Kayleigh outside, wearing nothing but her skimpy slip dress. Handing her lover a glass, Kayleigh enquired, "So, is everything ready for the promo launch, I'm ever so nervous that Hera are going to intervene." "Me too, to be honest, but that's Hayley's problem, there's nothing we can do about it here. On the positive side, I've got it confirmed that Aiko, you know, the pretty Japanese host of the gameshow Nemesis, is going to give a speech", Aoife enthused, overly enthusiastically. "Well, so she should, given how much money we pay to sponsor her show. Without us, they wouldn't be able to stay on air", Kayleigh jeered. "True, but it gives us great publicity to have such a beautiful woman promoting us every single week", Aoife retorted, on the defensive. "Oh, does someone have a little crush, do they?" Kayleigh teased. "I do not", Aoife whimpered, unconvincingly. "Yes, you do", Kayleigh jibed, before giving Aoife a little nudge in the chest.

Losing her balance, Aoife fell backwards into the swimming pool, disappearing completely under the surface as she screamed. Chortling, Kayleigh watched as Aoife splutteringly poked her head up out of the water, her fringe tenaciously glued to her face. Thoroughly soaked, her pale white dress turned translucent, making her erect nipples visible through the thin viscose of her dress. Sensing Kayleigh lustfully glance down upon her bosom, Aoife abruptly blushed bright red. Grinning, Aoife glanced down at her feet to check that she wasn't about to clumsily step on the broken wine glass that she had tumbled into the pool with. "It's behind you", Kayleigh affirmed, reading her lover's mind instantaneously. Relieved that it was still intact, Aoife turned around and dove to the bottom of the pool, causing the hem of her skirt to rise up and billow up around her waist. Hence, the brunette's backside was completely visible as she scooped up the wine glass in her fist.

Oblivious to her latest flashing, Aoife gingerly climbed up out of the pool and shook her sodden hair. Warmly stepping forwards, Kayleigh asked, "Would you like a refill pet?" before jokily pouring the entire remainder of the bottle over Aoife's beautiful, yet bespattered head. Shrieking, Aoife shivered as the white wine oozed down all over her bare shoulders and her quivering, petite breasts. Chuckling, Kayleigh bubbled, "You naughty little girl, you made me spill my drink." Then, lifting up the back of Aoife's dress, Kayleigh spanked her bare backside, before pushing her into the pool once again.

Poking her bespattered head up out of the surface of the water, Aoife heard Kayleigh shout, "Wait there, I'll go get you something more comfortable to wear." Drowsily climbing up out of the pool, Aoife surveyed the mansion and gardens with a jealous air. Oh, how wonderful must it be to be born into a life of luxury like Kayleigh? In contrast, being her boss's secret lover would probably be the closest to a life of splendour that she would ever get. Sighing in regret, Aoife shivered before feeling a light tap on her shoulder. Turning around, Aoife smiled, before Kayleigh surprised her by smashing a banana cream pie into the centre of her angelic face. Laughing, Kayleigh apologised, "I'm so sorry, I just couldn't resist", before licking the copious layers of cream from Aoife's bespattered cheeks.

Lifting the slip dress up over Aoife's head, Kayleigh wrapped a towel around her nude shoulders and began to dry her clean. Once finished, Kayleigh admired her lover's naked body before cawing, "Come on, let's get you into this." Purring, Aoife felt like a princess as Kayleigh helped her into the extremely tightfitting, red, sweetheart, lace, midi dress. Giggling, Aoife allowed Kayleigh to lustfully tug down slightly on her neckline, in order to reveal an extra inch and a half of her supple, dainty breasts. Pretending to act all serious, Kayleigh chided, "Now, Aoife, you've been ever such a naughty little girl. You got that lovely petite white dress of yours all soaking wet. I reckon you need to be taught a lesson, don't you think?" Then, leading an increasingly nervous Aoife by the hand, she explained, "With Aiko coming to the promo, in her honour, I had the girls install a gunge tank, in order to slime some of our more deserving guests. Naturally, we need to try it out first, to make sure it all works okay. We don't want to embarrass ourselves in front of the beautiful Aiko now do we? So, will you do me the honours and step inside, sweet cheeks?"

Overawed, Aoife felt Kayleigh push her on the backside towards the giant Perspex tank. Nemesis was her favourite TV programme, Aiko, both her celebrity crush and her idol. But before today, never in her wildest dreams, did she ever imagine being gunged herself. A few months back, she'd inquisitively suggested to Niamh that they try a wet and messy role play. Aoife had wanted to spice up their love life, but her incredulous partner had immediately dismissed the idea as immature and implored her to never suggest such an infantile plan ever again. Nevertheless, watching Nemesis, alone as Niamh hated the show, Aoife got a kick out of seeing pretty girls get gunged and squeal. She found it both alluring and empowering how Aiko dominated and humiliated the beautiful young blondes and sexy brunettes. Yet Aoife would never have imagined that the stunningly beautiful Kayleigh would ever be turned on by such a thing. Before this evening, she had never even shown an interest in the production company that she sponsored, let alone an inkling for gunging pretty women. Kayleigh had caught her completely by surprise by pouring the white wine over her back earlier in the evening. Intrigued by where the night would take her, Aoife had surrendered herself completely to her partner's mercy and let her dominate her without pity. Hence, it wasn't the prospect of being slimed that excited her, but the role-play and Kayleigh's transformation into a lustful dominatrix. In truth, the idea of being gunged frightened Aoife, who imagined it to be cold, slimy and greasy. But that fear only heightened her excitement at watching other girls get messy and humiliated instead. It was just that Aoife had never imagined that it would be her getting gunged in their place.

Nevertheless, Aoife nervously followed Kayleigh's instructions and stepped inside the clear gunge tank. Glancing upwards, the brunette gulped as she peered inside the foreboding nozzle situated just above her head. Then, before the girl could even look away, Kayleigh gleefully pulled down upon the lever, emptying ten gallons of light green gunge all over her head. Gushing down upon her hair and shoulders, the odious onslaught lasted in excess of twenty seconds. Oozing down inside her neckline, the gooey gunge slithered down over her chest and between her trembling legs. Screaming in horror and disgust, the brunette swallowed a mouthful of gunge and whimpered as her vision became obscured as her thick fringe stuck to her clammy, slimy forehead.

Once the onslaught began to dribble to a halt, poor Aoife didn't even have the time to wipe her eyes before an exultant Kayleigh opened the door to the tank and began to spray gallons of foam all over her face and heaving chest. Cackling as she emptied the extinguisher, the older woman made sure to cover every last inch of her beautiful PA. Then, upon throwing the red cylinder aside, Kayleigh picked up two large custard pies and thrust them either side of Aoife's angelic face. But, as soon as Kayleigh began rubbing the thin pastry over Aoife's rosy cheeks, the startled CEO instinctively jumped backwards, as she sensed her plucky, sexy assistant try to pull her in. Retaliating, Kayleigh threw another caramel cream pie that hit Aoife directly over her already plastered nasal bridge. Sensing that Aoife was coolly plotting her revenge, the older woman swiftly locked her devious protback in.

Stunned and dumbfounded, a defeated Aoife wiped her eyes with her hands, devastated that she'd missed her first chance for revenge, by being far too easy to read. Utterly humiliated, Aoife had vicariously accepted her gungey punishment in a bid to understand just how much Kayleigh would hate being in her place instead. It made her tingle inside just to imagine pulling the lever and watching her lover squirm, wriggle and scream. But alas, Kayleigh was too quick for her and was once again filling the tank with pink gunk whilst grinning infuriatingly.

Laughing, the older brunette opined, "Wow, that was impressive, Aiko will be ever so impressed, don't you think? But, you know, we missed a spot, so I think we had better try it all again." Continuing to pour the gunge into the overhead compartment, Kayleigh exclaimed, "Aoife, you've been ever such a great sport, I wasn't sure you'd enjoy being covered in gunge, I thought you'd be extremely squeamish and prickly. As a reward, how about during the promo launch, we trick Niamh inside the gunge tank instead? She's been so cold and distant recently, in my opinion she deserves a gunging more than anybody else." Nodding, Aoife concurred, "I'd love that, count me in." For the brunette would love to see her headstrong, bossy partner covered in gunk. It was true, Niamh had been distant recently and could do with being taken down a peg. Gunge would really suit her, splashing down all over her head. But Kayleigh was wrong, Niamh wasn't the most deserving recipient, for she was, instead.

Nevertheless, it was Aoife who received another humiliating gunking and who screamed as pink gunge splattered down all over her face and chest. Shrieking, at the unexpected coldness of the second batch of gunge, Aoife made the mistake of looking up, when the cascade of slime began to dribble down all over her head. For as soon as she glanced up at the nozzle. Kayleigh pulled down on the lever once more, causing five more gallons of slime to obliterate the pretty brunette.

Chancing her arm, Aoife suggested, "Right, its now my turn to have a little fun, how about we switch places?" Grinning, her lover replied, "Oh hard luck sweetie, we're all out of gunge, though we'll have another delivery of slime in two days. In the meantime, why don't you clean yourself off first and then we can have another drink?"

Unlocking the door to the tank, Kayleigh immediately darted backwards as the pool of slime seeped out towards her feet. Directing Aoife towards the outdoor shower, the CEO grinned as she watched gunge drip down her legs and onto her squelching feet. Wanting privacy, Aoife slammed the door to the shower behind her with so much force that the wooden panel fell off its hinge. Shaking her head, Kayleigh reiterated, "As Hayley said earlier, nobody's watching, so why don't I help you out of your dress?" Aoife blushed at the suggestion, but ultimately acquiesced. For her chest and stomach were covered in slime, she'd never get clean if she kept on her dress. Hence, her heart pounding, Aoife bade Kayleigh forward and the CEO began to unzip her dress. Then, upon pulling Aoife's outfit to the ground, Kayleigh made an extremely quick escape. Turning around, Aoife tried to flick gunge at her lover, but agonisingly missed by a couple of inches at best. Then, sensing Kayleigh's lustful eyes fall upon her pert bosom, Aoife soothed, "Patience Kayleigh, you can wait."

Turning around so that she showed her pert backside to her seducer, Aoife pulled the lever directly under the shower head. Shrieking, Aoife jumped backwards as the freezing deluge of water splattered down all over her face. "Oh, hang on, I'll go fix it. I just need to flick a switch", Kayleigh suggested, as she disappeared behind the wooden shed. Turning the lever off, Aoife then began to absentmindedly rub gunge from her breasts. Suddenly, as if from nowhere, a bucket of mud was abruptly emptied all over her head. Standing on a box, Kayleigh cooed, "Surprise!" as she peered down at the muddy girl below, who scowled back at her, unimpressed. Then, after repeating her vow for revenge under her breath, Aoife began to lather herself up with the shower gel, whilst Kayleigh finally located the hot water switch.

Allowing Kayleigh to watch her shower, Aoife's fingers lingered as she scrubbed her crotch and her breasts. She wanted to put on a show for her lover, no matter that she had deceived her into getting utterly humiliated. For Aoife still loved Kayleigh, despite everything. Groaning, Aoife closed her eyes and once more imagined how much fun it would be to have their roles reversed. Surely, in two days' time, at the promo launch, Aoife would soon have her wish.

In the meantime, Aoife longed to be touched by her lover and beckoned her forwards to wipe her down with a towel once, she had finished washing herself clean. Not needing a second invitation, Kayleigh strode forwards and immediately began to dry her chest, neck and shoulders thoroughly. Kissing Aoife, Kayleigh admitted, "Thank you petal, for the perfect evening. You know, Aiko was right, gunging your lover, is one of the biggest turns on that there is."

Hiding in the bushes, the four female activists could hardly believe what they could see. All dressed in black and kneeling down, they shifted uncomfortably at the woodland edge as they watched Kayleigh rat tail whip Aoife's backside four times, before the younger girl jumped back into the pool to escape. Then, after unsuccessfully trying to get Kayleigh to join her for a swim, Aoife began to scull on her back in the water, as Kayleigh began to clear away the mess that they had made.

"Circe, did you know this was going to happen?" asked the activist code-named Persephone, who unlike the others, was completely soaking wet. "No, I did not", the cell leader scowled, deeply unimpressed. "Do you think she enjoys it?", Persephone continued, only for Circe to glower and turn away. Butting in, Hestia jested, "Well Kayleigh clearly enjoyed every last minute of it!" "No, I mean Aoife, silly", Persephone beamed. "Oh, well, I don't think so, she screamed the whole way through, didn't she?" Hestia surmised, after to pausing to think. "I disagree", Aphrodite interrupted, as she cleaned her camera lens with her sleeve. "I would say that Aoife loves being dominated and subdued, she seems to get a kick out of being tamed. But being gunged, I think she hated every last second of it. Nevertheless, in the weird master and slave dynamic they have going on, it's really Aoife who has all the power, as she can withdraw her assent at any moment and deny Kayleigh her sexual gratification instantly." For Aphrodite had thoroughly enjoyed watching Aoife get gunged and hadn't shut up about it all evening. Confused, Persephone, surmised, "Oh, okay. So, basically, you're saying that Aoife likes getting ordered about, but hates getting messy?" "I guess", replied Aphrodite, annoyed that she had been simplified and misread.

"Keep the noise down", Circe hissed, before slapping Aphrodite's backside harder than was truly necessary. "Hey, that hurt", Aphrodite whimpered, but which only encouraged a cackling Hestia to do the same. The tallest and the strongest, Hestia lifted up the back of Aphrodite's dress before slapping her three times viciously on the rear. "You do talk nonsense sometimes Aphrodite, you can't say you don't deserve this", Hestia jeered. "You see, you come across as rather patronizing and superior sometimes, oh nice knickers by the way", Hestia continued, as she slid her hand seductively over Aphrodite's throbbing rear.

"Guys, stop it, you've been acting like amateurs all evening", Circe hissed, thoroughly pissed. Pointing at Hestia and Persephone, she growled, "Why on earth did you two think it sensible to wear Shebe's security uniform? Now they're bound to realise that we have someone on the inside if they didn't already." Indeed, Hestia and Persephone were dressed exactly like Hayley. In contrast, Circe was wearing a black tracksuit and jumper, whilst Aphrodite looked like she was going out for a date. Dressed in a 'Perfectly Posh', black long sleeve dress and tights, her outfit appeared more appropriate for a wine bar than an evening crouched in the dirt. Indeed, her long, bra strap length black hair was perfectly styled in a milkmaid bun and she looked exceedingly and unnecessarily pretty. For all four women were wearing black face masks as was common practice within Hera.

"I thought we could spook them", Hestia replied, defending her unwise decision. "But they weren't supposed to see us in the first place!" Circe reminded her, incredulously. "Look, it was all my fault, don't blame Hestia", Persephone explained. Continuing, she added, "I saw the red folder, over by the pool and thought I had enough time to steal it." "But I told you to wait for me. The whole purpose of the mission was to steal the plans for the promo launch and yet you nabbed the instructions for the gunge tank instead!" Circe ranted, quietly. "To be fair, they looked identical", Persephone squeaked. "But guys, there's no harm done. I interrupted the live stream of the security camera remember. Even now, they're watching a loop of the woodland from earlier, so they have no idea we're still here", Hestia boasted, trying to deflect attention from her friend's mistake.

"Yes, to be fair, you did yourself proud there", Circe admitted, rather begrudgingly. "Plus, she never got a good look at my face either, so I'm in the clear", Persephone added, cheerfully. "But the whole point of the mission was the steal the plans for the launch and now we're never going to get them", Circe whinged. "Now who's being negative?" Aphrodite finally chimed in. "We've got hundreds of photos of Aoife and Kayleigh making out, perhaps we could blackmail them instead? For, they've kept their affair a secret, haven't they?" Beaming, Aphrodite picked up her camera and began to snap away once again. As she did so, Aoife climbed up out of the pool, revealing her sodden naked body in all its perfect, nubile glory. Intrigued and mesmerised, Circe zoomed in on her backside and took another ten pictures of the girl, before she followed Kayleigh inside once again.

"We are not using those pictures to blackmail anybody. In fact, delete them right away", Circe ordered, savagely. "No chance, not in a million years. I joined Hera to make a difference, to sabotage companies that continued to treat animals abominably. The animal abuse at Shebe is the worst I've seen in years. Those two both deserve anything that comes their way", hissed Aphrodite. Defensively, Circe sputtered, "But Aoife has nothing to do with it, she's in marketing that's it." "Exactly, she's spreading lies about the company, making them out to be saints. Admit it Circe, you're going soft on the pretty girl, aren't you?" Aphrodite proclaimed. "I am not. Remember, I've been involved with Hera for years longer than any of you three. There's nothing I want more than to take Shebe down, but remember, we're after the CEO, not her silly little PA", Circe exclaimed. Her speech finished, Circe reached over and tried to grab the camera from Aphrodite.

Reacting just in time, Aphrodite swung the camera just out of harms way. So, instead, Circe grabbed her by forearm and pulled her close to her chest. Retaliating, Aphrodite pushed back, almost knocking Circe off her feet. Enraged, Circe shoved Aphrodite backwards, over the side of the bank and into the river beneath. Shrieking, Aphrodite plunged downwards, her entire body going under the surface as she fell. Coughing and spluttering, she poked her head back up out of the water and whimpered as she felt the cold current seep inside her itchy tights and tiny black panties. Wiping mucus and grime from her neck, she turned around to look for the camera, only to find that it had completely disappeared. "Crap, look what you've done!" she exclaimed, as she ducked her head back under the water, in a frantic search for her missing equipment. But, after a minute of hopeless searching, she sat back down onto the river bed defeated. The current gentle, it lightly lapped around her stomach as she felt more water seep inside her sodden panties, as she quietly seethed.

Thoroughly enjoying their colleague's humiliation, Hestia and Persephone burst out laughing, only for Circe to warn that she'd push them in too if they didn't keep the noise to a minimum. After a moment's awkward pause, Circe apologised, claiming, "Sorry guys, I'm just really stressed. Remember, I've been undercover now for over two years. If we don't bring Kayleigh to justice, it will have all been for nothing, which I couldn't bear." "Oh Circe, you've been absolutely brilliant, I'm sorry about messing up and not waiting for you earlier. I just wanted to impress you, you're my idol, I didn't mean to jeopardise the entire mission", Persephone replied, earnestly. "Thanks, you guys are the best", Circe soothed, uncharacteristically. Continuing, she asked, "Now, Persephone, are you all set for the promo launch? We're all counting on you remember." "Sure thing. I have my pass and my credentials ready, I promise you, they won't suspect a thing", she beamed. "Good, now remember, whatever you do, don't give yourself or your views away. If someone starts talking about animal experiments, simply nod and smile, don't get in a heated argument with them. I don't want your cover blown, so close to the big day." "I promise I won't let you down, I'll behave myself, I swear", Persephone replied. Pausing for effect, she then added, "This time, I'll find the red folder without falling into the pool, believe me!"

Grumbling, Hestia interjected, "How come I don't get to go? I've been in Hera longer than Persephone, I'm ready." "As I've said, we need to hold a few people back, in case our covers get blown, we can't all be at the launch together. If we get caught, we'll be relying on you and Aphrodite", Circe explained.

Scratching the back of her head, Persephone suddenly squealed, "My hair clip! Its missing!" "Calm down, what's the big deal?" Hestia retaliated. "It must have fallen out over by the swimming pool, its my favourite clip!" Persephone wailed. "Hang on, can it easily identify you?" Circe asked, concerned. "It's a purple butterfly, photos of me wearing it are all over my social media", Persephone explained. "Then, we have no option, one of us will have to go and get it", Circe revealed. "I'll go", Hestia volunteered. "No, like I said before, you're deep undercover, Aphrodite is the only one who isn't", Circe explained. "So, I'm expendable, then am I?" Aphrodite complained. "Frankly, yes, I'm afraid", Circe replied, to the great amusement of her friends.

"Fine, if that's how things are, you can forget it", Aphrodite threatened. "Don't be an idiot. Look, how about if you rescue the clip, I'll promise to send you undercover the next time I have an opening?" Circe suggested. "Deal", Aphrodite replied, before climbing up out of the river bank and heading towards the mansion. Thoroughly soaked, Aphrodite began to curse and whinge under her breath. The others truly didn't appreciate her. They took her for granted and simply found her irritating. She would show them. She would take Shebe down all by herself if needs be. Suddenly, as Aphrodite approached the swimming pool, a whirling noise emanated from beneath her feet. Glancing down, Aphrodite shrieked in horror as ten sprinklers instantaneously activated and began spraying freezing cold water at her from every angle as she crept towards Kayleigh's place. Screaming, Aphrodite whimpered as the deluge splattered down all over her, thoroughly soaking her to the skin.

Running through the sprinklers as fast as was humanly possible, Aphrodite finally reached the edge of the pool and peered in. Directly in front of her, at the very bottom, lay Persephone's purple butterfly hair clip. Seconds later, clearly aroused by her screams, an extremely irate Kayleigh, still wearing her yellow evening dress, burst out onto the patio, barely yards away. Following close behind her, ran Aoife, now dressed in a dry version of the white, 'Vince', strappy, slip dress that she had worn previously.

Fearing that it was now or never, Aphrodite dived into the pool and frantically tried to scoop up the purple barrette. Failing twice, Aphrodite picked it up the third time and tightly grasped it in her fist. Reaching the surface, her dress billowing up around her, Aphrodite glanced up to find Kayleigh and Aoife stood on opposite sides of the pool, trying to block her way. Making a split-second decision, Aphrodite swiftly jammed the clip into her own hair and headed towards the end where Aoife stood, as she was the slighter of the pair.

Frantically swimming to the side of the pool, Aphrodite desperately tried to haul herself up out before Aoife ran to block her escape. With both arms up onto the decking, Aphrodite was just about to climb out when Aoife pushed her ferociously back in. Nevertheless, clawing with her hand, Aphrodite managed to also drag the unsuspecting brunette in. Screaming, the Irish girl splattered into the water besides Aphrodite, her slight dress turning instantly translucent once again. Except this time, Aphrodite noted, though her breasts were completely visible, she was now at least wearing panties, which partially hid her shame.

Trying to escape from Aoife, Aphrodite pushed her head under the water and kicked her violently in the chest. Retaliating, Aoife tried to grab her around the waist. But Aphrodite's skirt rode up in the water, leaving Aoife to take hold of the top of her tights instead. Undeterred, Aoife dragged down Aphrodite's pantyhose, ripping them, as she tried to wiggle free. Then, with her left hand, Aoife pulled down Aphrodite's panties, exposing her backside to both Aoife and the highly aroused Kayleigh.

Kayleigh meanwhile collected herself, before running to collect a couple of 'weapons', she could use against the cowardly intruder, whilst also cheering on Aoife as she pulled Aphrodite's torn knickers clean off her legs. Glancing down, Aphrodite noted that both her black loafers had likewise slipped off her feet. Turning around, she tried to push Aoife away, only for her skirt to ride up, exposing her bush to the brunette instead. Dunking Aoife under the water a second time, Aphrodite gave herself just enough time to swim to the edge of the pool once again. Climbing out, she felt Aoife's clammy hands grasp at her backside, but she just about managed to wriggle free.

Picking herself up, Aphrodite was startled to now find Kayleigh blocking her way. Pushing the intruder to the ground, the CEO snarled as she reached for the back of the mask, in order to reveal Aphrodite's true identity. Ripping the string, Kayleigh was just reaching down to remove the mask when Aphrodite kicked her in the chest. Wiggling free, Aphrodite felt the now broken mask fall from her face. But then, suddenly, she had a brain wave. Noticing the chocolate silk pie before her, she slammed her face down, straight into the cream. Without looking up, she crawled over to the cherry cheesecake and did exactly the same thing. Then, without pausing, she dunked her head deep into the bucket of mud before her, before lifting it up and tipping it all over her fringe. Winded, Kayleigh watched on in great bemusement and dismay. Her face covered in cream, cherry sauce and mud, Aphrodite was completely unrecognisable and her identity safe.

Picking herself up, Aphrodite ran straight through the army of sprinklers, knowing that Kayleigh, chasing her in heels, would look to avoid them and take a longer route to the garden's edge. Nevertheless, as she felt the sprinklers splatter up inside her dress, Aphrodite felt herself tiring and realised that Kayleigh would soon catch up with her anyway. Heading back the way she came, Aphrodite realised that she was leading Kayleigh straight to the others and so veered off to the left, to ensure they remained unseen. But then, just as it looked like Kayleigh might catch her, the CEO stumbled, giving the intruder a second wind. Approaching the river's edge, Aphrodite realised that it was much deeper, wider and muddier than the bank where the others lay in wait. Sprinting, she jumped with her every last sinew of energy and screamed as she fell splat into the mud, just before the bank on the other side of the river's edge.

Disappearing completely under, her entire body was coated in thick, mucoid muck, her backside and crotch especially. Clearing mud from her eyes, Aphrodite realised that Kayleigh didn't fancy jumping in after her and had hesitated. Encouraged, she climbed up out of the river, her backside showing as her dress floated up in the rising wind. Then, slyly glancing behind her, she disappeared into the forest, with Kayleigh giving up and screaming obscenities in vain.

Running through the forest barefoot, Aphrodite brushed her hair to check that the purple butterfly hairclip was still in its place. Relieved to finally touch it, she sighed as she felt it with her thumb and almost tripped over the roots of an old oak tree. Panting, she felt her milkmaid bun come lose and her silky jet-black hair fall down over her shoulders as she fled. Cursing, she realised that though she had rescued Persephone's hair clip, she'd left behind her loafers, tights and knickers which had been torn off her by Aoife and viciously ripped to shreds. More damagingly however, she'd left her mask behind and it would be a miracle if they hadn't also seen her face.

Reaching the edge of the woodland, Aphrodite heard Circe call out, "Lea, quick, over here!" Wait, what, why did she use her real name? The five-foot-three French teenager, stumbled in confusion, before replying, "Are we not using our code-names any more then?" "No, we are, but your cover's been blown so it doesn't matter for you, I'm afraid", Circe exclaimed. "No, I'm pretty sure they didn't see my face, I swear", the nineteen-year-old unconvincingly bleated in her defence. Gingerly stepping out of the woodland and out onto the secluded country lane, Lea saw Hestia jump out of the old white van, in which they came. "Where's Persephone?" Lea asked, suddenly afraid. "She stayed behind to find out just how much Kayleigh and Aoife learnt", Circe explained. Continuing, she added, "I told her not to bother, but she was sure that they didn't see your face. Nevertheless, she felt guilty about you exposing yourself, quite literally, in order to save her skin. She's got her own car remember, so she'll catch us up in a minute. You should really thank her later, for she's putting herself in grave danger, just by remaining there. But, in the mean-time, we're going to go back to our base."

Pointing to the hair clip, Lea gushed, "At least I rescued the barrette." Striding forwards, she was just about to hop into the van when Hestia stuck out her arm, in order to block her way. "Oh no you don't, you're absolutely filthy. This is my dad's van remember, take your dress off first Lea", she hissed authoritatively. "Really?" Lea asked, dismayed. "Really. Plus, bra too, I'm afraid", Hestia sneered. Appalled, Lea turned around and invited Hestia to unzip her dress. Pulling the dress down to the ground, Hestia then unhooked Lea's bra and threw the two dirty items into a rucksack, which she then passed to Circe. Turning back around, Lea blushed as she reached down to cover her crotch and breasts with her hands, as her two companions sniggered away. "I've laid newspaper out on the backseat, you can go sit there", Hestia added in jest. "Wait, so why did I have to take my clothes off?" Lea asked, confused. "Because Circe and I had a bet over whether you would fall for it, which I won, so Circe you now owe me ten pounds please", Hestia beamed.

Laughing, Hestia slapped Lea on the backside twice before pushing her towards the van and climbing up onto the driver's seat. Jumping in beside her, Circe warned, "If they saw your face I'm afraid that's it, you're no longer a member of Hera, Lea. But hey, let's not jump to conclusions, Hestia's pretty certain that the looped video footage will prove useless in identifying anybody." Sulking, Lea brushed mud off her breasts as Hestia drove them back to their base. Wiping cream cheese from her cheeks, she felt incredibly tempted to make a mess of Hestia's dad's van, just to wreak her slimy revenge. But sensibly, Lea resisted the temptation, fully aware that Hestia could just chuck her out naked, into the middle of the street.

Back at the mansion, Hayley helped haul a soaked Aoife up out of the pool, who had been treading water whilst waiting for their aid. Her skirt having risen up so that she flashed the security guard, Aoife blushed, before whispering, "Don't think I don't know your game." "What do you mean?" Hayley replied, confused. "You're a member of Hera aren't you, you can't fool me", Aoife jeered. "Don't be ridiculous Aoife", Hayley snapped, suddenly afraid.

Moments later, Kayleigh hobbled back to the pool. "Aoife are you alright dear?" she asked, increasingly concerned for the young dark brunette. "Yeah, I'm fine, just a bit winded, that's it", the Irish PA replied. "Thank goodness", Kayleigh cried, before hugging her to her chest and patting her on the back repeatedly. Turning to Hayley, Kayleigh snarled, "I thought you said that nobody else was watching. But judging by their different outfits that makes it at least two members of Hera that were here." "Kayleigh, please forgive me, it was a simple mistake. The camera footage has been on a loop since the early evening. They snuck in undetected, I take full responsibility", Hayley wailed. Handing the blonde, a camera, Kayleigh explained, "I found this floating down the river, there's photos of me and Aoife on here. I swear, if any pictures of us get leaked to the press, I'll ensure that nobody ever hires you ever again. In the meantime, double down on security for the promo event and check through the guestlist for anybody remotely suspicious, we can't afford to make a mistake."

"Of course, without delay", Hayley simpered, defensively. Continuing, she asked, "Did either of you see the second girl's face?" "No, but she has long black hair and extremely pale skin. From her build, I'd say she was a teenager and she has an amazing derriere", Aoife answered, playfully. Butting in, Kayleigh remarked, "From her shrieks, I'd say she had a strong European accent, but I can't quite place from where. I didn't see her face either, I'm afraid." "Don't worry, we have her shoes, mask and knickers, which will give us something to work with I guess", Hayley surmised encouragingly. After a moment's pause, the blonde asked, "But what was she trying to steal from the pool in the first place?" "A purple butterfly hairclip, I believe", Aoife said. "Great, I'll instruct the girls to look out for anyone wearing a similar hair clip at the promo then", Hayley effused, her spirits suddenly lifted.

Her crotch itching, Aoife proceeded to slip her knickers back down her legs. Wringing her panties, she then threw them gently at Hayley's head. Kayleigh meanwhile, intimated to her lover that there was a spare bucket of mud behind the chair. Picking up a layered ice cream cake, Kayleigh remarked, "Hayley, though I forgive you, I still think you need punishing, unfortunately." Raising the enormous cake in the air, the CEO then launched it unrelentingly at Hayley's head. But the blonde guard stepped back just in time, causing Kayleigh to splatter the ice cream cake into Aoife's unlucky face instead. Her cheeks plastered with ice cream, Aoife was unable to react as Hayley stole the bucket from her grasp and tipped it up over her angelic head. Then, whilst mud dribbled down under her dress, Aoife groped wildly towards her attacker, who responded by pushing her into the pool once again. Disappearing completely under the water, Aoife shrieked as her dress rose up, exposing her bush to the others as she struggled back up to her feet.

Chortling, Hayley was caught off guard by Kayleigh, who retaliated by pushing her in. Splattering into the pool, Hayley showered Aoife with water, who simply had no means of escape. Rising to the surface, Hayley felt Aoife push her head back down, so she responded by tearing off her dress. Completely naked, Aoife launched herself at Hayley, in a failed bid to reclaim her outfit. But, the older woman simply threw it over the side of the pool and dunked the brunette back under the surface as she thrashed wildly away. Splashing Aoife as she resurfaced, Hayley heard Kayleigh warn her, "Hey, don't you go getting any ideas, Aoife's may secret lover okay!"

Back in the van, Lea sighed as they finally reached their destination. "Are you sure its safe to come here?" Lea asked, as Hestia gleefully jumped up from the driver's seat. "Oh absolutely. This is the old production workshop. Nobody from Nemesis comes here anymore, ever since we moved to the brand-new studio. I mean, occasionally we do, but only three people, myself included, have the keys. The security cameras stopped working months ago too anyway." Gingerly, Lea climbed up out of the van and ran into the large warehouse before any random passer-by had the chance to see her naked. Shivering, as she stepped inside, Lea asked Hestia, "Do you have any spare clothes for me to wear?" "Of course, but let's get you cleaned off first", Hestia replied, chortling. Grabbing a hose, she then began to spray the youngster down with fierce jets of ice cold water, causing Lea to screech and wriggle uncontrollably. Blasted by the hose, Lea felt the water shoot up her nose, mouth and rear. Hestia was truly unforgiving as she sprayed her colleague clean.

Aiming the hose directly over Lea's head, Hestia chortled as the girl cried, "Please, turn it off, I'll do anything." "Anything?" Circe inquired. "Anything", Lea wailed. "Good, because there's one thing for which I do need a volunteer", Circe replied, before gesturing to Hestia to turn off the spray. "As you know, when we invade Shebe's animal lab, we're planning on dousing Kayleigh in honey. But, honey can be expensive and I need to know whether the brand I've bought is going to be sticky and gloopy enough for our purposes. Earlier, you said you were fully committed to the cause, I now want you to prove it Lea."

Backed into a corner, poor Lea felt like she had no other option but to comply with her leader's request. She desperately wanted to remain a part of Hera, despite the fact that Hestia and Circe appeared to hate and bully her at every opportunity. At least Persephone still seemed to be on her side and continued to be friendly with her. But she hated Shebe so much that she was willing to go through anything to destroy them and set the animals free. So, unwillingly, Lea nodded and climbed up above the four-foot dunk tank that was filled to the brim with golden, shimmering honey. Completely naked, she sat shivering as she waited in fearful anticipation of being plunged into the gooey mixture. "Lea, spread your legs dear, I want to see every last bit of you get coated", Circe joked, whilst staring at her crotch lustfully. Shaking her head in bemusement, Lea did as she was told, before being plunged into the abyss. Screaming, she splattered down into the glutinous, clammy liquid. Disappearing completely under the thick, viscid goo, Lea felt the honey ooze into every last orifice of her nubile, youthful body. Shaking her head, she realised that she'd gleefully and unremorsefully watched Aoife get gunged earlier and now she was the one getting humiliated instead. She'd taunted and mocked the Irish girl from afar and now she was getting exactly the what she deserved. Raising her head up out of the honey, Lea watched as Hestia and Circe roared callously and catcalled as honey dripped from her limbs.

Climbing up out of the tank, Lea stood motionless as Circe began to inspect her chest. Tracing her fingers over Lea's pert, honey smothered breasts, Circe flicked some honey off her nipple and began to lick her fingers clean. "Very impressive", Circe cried, before coming back for more and repeating the gambit. Purring, Circe admitted that Lea looked even more attractive covered in honey, her golden body both serene and glistening. The greasy goo made her alluring curves even more pronounced and the teenager made no attempt to maintain her coy modesty. Legs apart, her arms by her sides, it was almost as if she was daring Circe to lick her. In truth, they were all jealous of Aphrodite's stunning body, Hestia especially. Glancing down at Lea's perfect crotch, Circe decried that it would be a shame to lose Aphrodite from the team after everything. Yes, she was vain, conceited and up herself, but who wouldn't be, if they were so unbelievably pretty?

Hestia meanwhile crept up behind Lea and announced, "The honey is impressive, but I still think we should use treacle instead." Chortling, she slowly began, with great difficulty, to tip a large ten litre bucket of treacle over the back of Lea's head. Carefully, Hestia aimed the treacle over the French teenager's fringe, before pulling back to ensure that her breasts and backside were both equally smothered in the uncrystallised syrup. The dark hue of the treacle meshed mesmerically with the lighter golden honey, causing Lea's body to sparkle and glimmer hypnotically. Once again, Circe traced her hand over Lea's treacle smothered breasts, before greedily licking her fingers clean. Turning to Hestia, she remarked, "No, I still prefer honey, treacle is too bitter for me."

Moments later, Persephone burst through the door, looking decidedly damper than previously. Realising their confusion, she explained, "Oh, I fell in the river on the way over again. Oh, hang on, what happened to Aphrodite?" "Lea, don't you mean?" Hestia snidely corrected her. Interrupting, Circe remarked, "Persephone, unless you can tell us otherwise, Lea's off the team. Otherwise she'll jeopardise the entire operation." Then, to make matters worse, Hestia began to hose Lea down a second time, aiming at her breasts and crotch with glee.

Smiling, Persephone perked up as she saw poor Lea wriggle and squirm under the cold jet of water. "Well then, its good news, for I can confirm that nobody saw her face whatsoever. The cameras were indeed successfully sabotaged and neither Kayleigh or Aoife saw what Lea looked like before she smashed the cake into her cheeks." "Are you sure?" asked Circe, unconvinced. "Yes, I'm absolutely positive, trust me. Look, I overheard them talking. They know Lea's white and has black hair. They guess that you're a teenager and Aoife said that you have a fantastic rear. Kayleigh thought you sounded foreign but couldn't place your accent whatsoever. Remember, black is the most common hair colour in the world, Lea isn't even the only one of us with raven hair, now is she? Please, let Lea stay on the team, she deserves it Circe."

"Fine. I guess we could do with all the help we can get anyway. But, this means that Lea can now never go under cover. They'll recognise her accent immediately", Circe surmised. "Thank you!" Lea cried, turning towards Persephone. Shrugging her shoulders, Hestia aimed the hose at Lea's face adding, "Well, I for one am glad that you're staying. I've never seen anyone as committed to the cause as you are Lea." Turning off the hose, Hestia then added that she did have some clean clothes for her after all and went to go and get them.

Overjoyed, Lea ran and gave Persephone a great big hug, pushing her naked breasts against her chest in the process. "Wow, you did find my hair clip", Persephone added, overjoyed, before snatching it from Lea. "Oh, that reminds me. They saw the purple butterfly anyway, so I guess your whole rescue mission was a bit pointless, after everything. Nevertheless, we can use this to our advantage. On the promo launch, they're going to be on the look out for purple hair clips. I reckon we use all our contacts to encourage as many people as we can to wear them instead. That way, we can throw them off our scent for a bit", Persephone suggested. "Good idea", Circe admitted, impressed for a change.

Moments later, Hestia returned carrying an extremely short, strapless, light blue dress and handed it to Lea. In a few weeks, we're going to be doing a Flintstone themed episode on Nemesis. If you pinned your hair back up, you'd make the perfect Betty Rubble, Lea." Eager for an outfit, Lea gratefully lifted the dress up over her shoulders. But despite being only five-foot-three, the dress was almost too short for her anyway. The hem barely reached down passed her waist and her bulging breasts almost burst out of the neckline. Indeed, there was a ridiculous amount of side boob on display. A fact which Persephone teasingly reminded her of, by continuously jabbing her under the shoulder playfully.

Clearing her throat, Circe admitted, "You know what, we've all been incredibly cruel and unkind to you Lea. How would you like to gain your revenge on Hestia before we leave?" "Wait, what?" Hestia spluttered, in disbelief. "Oh okay, why not?" Lea conceded. "Great, well, Hestia was boasting to me about how she managed to get the old broken car wash up and running again. As you can see, its final destination is the gunk tank beneath it. How about, you climb inside and answer a few simple questions. Then, if you get five answers right, we'll plunge Hestia into the gunk tank as your reward for everything that you've done for us this evening. But, for every question you get wrong, you'll get a very nasty surprise instead. For every incorrect answer, you'll also move further down the car wash and if you get five questions wrong, you'll drop down into the gunk tank, not Hestia. So, Lea, are you game, or are a chicken?"

Naturally, Lea was unsure. It sounded like she had a far greater chance of getting messy than Hestia. But, then again, Hestia had been pretty cruel to her throughout the entire evening. It would be hugely satisfying to gain her revenge and wipe that colossal grin from her cheeks. "Go on Lea, do it", Persephone pleaded, relieved that she wasn't the one at risk of getting messy. "Fine, why not?" Lea conceded. Sitting down in the car wash, Lea realised that her dress was so short that she would have to keep her legs closed, or her friends would be able to see absolutely everything in between them. Shifting uncomfortably, she glanced down and saw Hestia moan as she climbed up onto the seat above the gunk tank. Circe meanwhile, chimed, "Lea, today, all your questions will be about one very special lady. Yes, that's right, our arch villainess Kayleigh! Thus, if you truly are a committed member of Hera, you should find this quiz extremely easy. Now, for the first question, what grades did Kayleigh get during her A levels?"

"Wait, what the hell? How am I supposed to know that?" Lea squealed. "Oh, come on Lea, I've devoted the last few years of my life to bringing her down, I know absolutely everything there is to know about her, including these tiny details. You should too, if you were truly committed", Circe teased, unforgivingly. "I guess so, but hey, remember, you guys have all been working under cover for years, I haven't. So, I'm sorry but I haven't a clue whatsoever", Lea conceded. "Well, it's your loss", Circe beamed, before pulling down the first lever. Suddenly, gallons upon gallons of spaghetti hoops came raining down all over her. Inevitably, the hoops swiftly dived down inside her dress and over her pert, quivering breasts. After the onslaught had abated, Lea's chair moved forward and reached the second position. But, before Circe had even begun asking the second question, two jets of foam shot out from either side and completely obliterated Lea's face and chest, much to Persephone's hilarity.

Gasping in astonishment, Persephone cried out, "Unlucky Lea, come on you can do this." "Second question", Circe began, ignoring the incessant cheering. "How much tax did Kayleigh pay last year?" "Oh, I don't know, five hundred thousand?" Lea guessed, plucking a figure out of thin air. "No, she's a millionaire dummy. She has off-shore bank accounts, so of course she doesn't pay anything whatsoever", Circe hissed.

Suddenly feeling enraged at Kayleigh's duplicity, Circe pulled the second lever down without warning. Moments later twice as much nacho sauce as the spaghetti hoops came gushing down all over Lea's head. Engulfing her completely, the nacho sauce splattered down with so much force that it pushed her pretty strapless blue dress down, exposing her petite, nubile breasts. Nevertheless, her boobs were not visible for long however, as the thick, creamy viscid sauce soon covered them in a gooey yellow paste. Moving forwards, Lea was once again blasted by foam from either side of her face. Then, only once this second onslaught had ended, did she pull her dress back up over her chest.

"Oh, dear Lea, it's not going very well so far is it? Well, you should know the third question, what are Kayleigh's vital measurements?" Circe asked the teenager. "Oh, I know this! She's 34, 26, 36 isn't she!" Lea shouted, joyfully. "Wrong! She's just gone on another diet, so she's down to a 34, 25, 36, I'm afraid", Circe jested, scornfully. Grumbling, Lea made the mistake of looking up, just as the gallons of tomato sauce splattered down upon her. To her great relief, she was, this time, able to keep her dress in place throughout the barrage of ketchup. Sighing, she didn't even wipe the tomato sauce from her eyes before the foam once again sprayed against the sides of her chest. Shivering, she suddenly fidgeted however, as she felt a large splurge of ketchup slide all over her womanly areas. Itching, she opened up her legs, fully exposing herself to Persephone, who giggled and winked.

Gloatingly, Circe continued, "Question four, how many fur coats does Kayleigh possess?" Angrily, Lea chimed, "Even one is far too many. Kayleigh is pure evil, isn't she? Now, you're not trying to trick me again, are you? I know she has twelve, but I bet she bought another one yesterday, didn't she? So, thirteen, I reckon." "No, of course not, she bought another three silly!" Circe smirked, before pulling the fourth lever. This time, thick creamy porridge came splattering down, in such heavy clumps that it pushed Lea's dress right down to her hips as it cascaded down all over her. Then, to her great surprise, instead of foam, blueberry sauce attacked her from all sides as her chair moved forward to its final position. Wiping blueberries from her eyes, Lea tried to wrestle the dress back up to her chest, but she just couldn't get it to stay there. The strapless dress was so gunked up with slimy oats that it kept sliding down her breasts without hesitation. Giving up, Lea sighed and displayed her breasts proudly to Persephone who cheered.

"Right Lea, how about we spice things up a bit and make the next question sudden death?" Circe suggested. "Hey! That's not fair!" a suddenly piqued Hestia complained bitterly. Unsurprisingly, Lea agreed however and Circe began the final question. Grumbling, Circe asked, "In the last month, how many times has Kayleigh slept with Aoife?" "Oh, um, they've been together a lot recently, haven't they? So, I guess it's about seven, I reckon", Lea replied, more in hope than expectation. Barely listening, Circe suddenly turned all morose and sombre. For some reason, the answer seemed to have offended her. Was Lea's guess right after all? Was Circe gutted about not to being able to gunge her?

No, actually, not at all, for Circe swiftly pulled the final lever and barbecue sauce swiftly rained down all over Lea. Hugely relieved, Hestia climbed down off her chair before Persephone could have the chance to dunk her. Shaking her head, a sorrowful Circe decried, "No, it's actually eleven." But, poor, unlucky Lea could hardly hear her. For once the barbecue sauce dribbled down to a halt, instead of blueberry sauce, guacamole shot out from the nozzles from either side and completely obliterated her. Her breasts caked in avocado, Lea looked utterly ridiculous. Then, without warning, her chair moved forward one final time and a burst of pink slime erupted all over her. Unrelentingly, the pink gunge splattered down over her bare chest, causing Persephone to gasp and Hestia to cheer. A gloomy Circe meanwhile, was barely even concentrating.

Suddenly, Lea's chair gave way and she plummeted into the vile purple gunge beneath her. Disappearing completely under, Lea held her breath as the gunk proved gloopier and smellier than she had ever expected. To her horror, but not to her least surprise, in her tumble, Lea's dress had completely slipped from her body. Completely naked, she glanced up to find Hestia pluck her strapless dress up out of the tank amid cheering. Crouching, Lea tried to cover her breasts as she waded over to retrieve it. But then, light green gunge came plummeting down all over her. Now feeling that she had nothing left to lose, Lea stood up and completely exposed herself to the others. Striding towards Hestia, Lea was almost there when suddenly she felt a custard pie, thrown by Persephone, slap ferociously against her slimy bottom. Turning around, Lea lost track of Hestia, who took the opportunity to throw an orange cream pie against her chest, when she wasn't looking.

Giving up, Lea waded to the side of the tank and goaded Hestia into slapping two multicoloured, blue and green cream pies into her cheeks and over her forehead. Hestia then finished off by giving Lea an extremely sloppy, red and pink cream pie sandwich. Persephone meanwhile ran over and slapped a chocolate torte against Lea's breasts, before emptying a bucket of custard all over her forehead. Jovially shaking her chest, Lea cried, "I guess I really deserved that. I shouldn't have laughed so heartily at Aoife earlier. Nevertheless, I wish it was Kayleigh being gunged instead of me." Replying, Persephone cooed, "Oh, I'm not so sure, I've thoroughly enjoyed watching you get messy!" Shrugging her shoulders, Persephone then tipped one final bucket of chocolate sauce over Lea's head, before turning around and asking, "Hang on, what's got into Circe?"