Old school piece for you today. The original draft of this story is about 15 years old, so a little piece of Zxstories history! More like this on zxstories.art

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'This, I'm afraid, is unacceptable.'

A flash of panic hit Carrie. She felt mildly nauseous at the way this conversation was heading. She was going to fail; they were going to kick her out, and the past two years of study would all be for nought. If only she'd skipped a party here or a night out there, she could have been on easy street going into her third year. Instead, she was sat on the wrong side of Deborah's office desk, praying for some kind of reprieve.

'There must be something I can do,' she said. 'It was only 20 credits.'

'So we should just go around handing out degrees to people who don't put in the required effort because they nearly did enough?'

'Well, no, of course not.' She paused, choosing her words carefully. 'I know I messed around too much this year, but my point is that, even with that, I still almost passed. Surely if I can almost pass the year with poor attendance I deserve a chance to show what I can do when I apply myself.'

'Perhaps,' Deborah mused, 'but how do I know that you would apply yourself when I have no evidence of it to begin with?'

'Because if I don't, then I've basically wasted three years and several thousand pounds' worth of debt?'

'Hmm,' Deborah paused now, getting out of her swivel chair and stepping over to a large, open window which looked out onto the main courtyard of the humanities campus. 'There may be a solution that suits both of us.'

'Oh, thank God. What is it?'

Deborah hesitated again, making Carrie feel cautious all of a sudden. 'We're holding a fundraising fair this weekend, as you know. We need someone to take turns in the pillory. We only had one volunteer but it wouldn't be fair to let her stay in there all day I'm afraid.'

'The pillory,' Carrie repeated in disbelief, half-question, half just bouncing the word around as if trying to remember what it meant.

'Yes. I know it's not ideal but that's a decade of tory government for you: needs must. Are you willing to help out?

Now it was Carrie who stopped to think for a moment. She had come to this meeting with the head of her course hoping for the best but prepared for the worst. This wasn't quite the worst but was it the best? Where did spending an afternoon in and out of a medieval torture device being pelted with sponges feature on that scale? Not wasting two years of her life was probably worth a little knock to her ego, she decided. Besides, it was summer time, she'd probably dry out in the sun within minutes.

'Do I have to wear anything specific?' she asked at last.

'Not really, though I would advise you don't wear anything too expensive, of course.'

'And it will definitely just be for an hour at a time, so that's like, what, four hours, total?'

'Yes,' Deborah replied, 'there or there about.'

'And who's the other volunteer?'

'That would be Rachel.'

'Wow, really?' That changed things. Rachel wasn't a close personal friend, but she was cool enough. They had been in classes together and bumped into each other via mutual friends on nights out. She would have been happier still if it was someone she knew well, but Rachel was better than a complete stranger. 'Okay then, I'll do it.'

'Then I have some paper work to do, don't I?' Deborah smiled. 'Be in the courtyard at nine on Saturday. You'll find your place easily enough.'

'Right. Sure. Thank-you!

Deborah bid her farewell and Carrie left with a grin on her face, feeling a palpable sense of relief. She had gotten what she had wanted, and at a cost which, while more than nothing, didn't seem too harsh at all. The fact that her fellow victim would be someone she knew and not a complete stranger made even the embarrassment she would face seem more manageable.
Saturday rolled around all too quickly, finding Carrie anxious and un-prepared. She got up bright and early to pick a suitable outfit and make the relatively long walk from her flat to the campus. She was going to look silly, regardless, so she wanted something that would look good to begin with but that she wouldn't mind getting ruined. She picked out red lingerie, figuring that if people were going to see her soaked through, she wanted what they saw to be appealing. Over it she wore some tight-fitting but otherwise normal white jeans and a matching silk blouse.

It was a beautifully sunny day and walking through the park at such an early time of morning soon started to change her mood for the better. It was easy to forget that she was heading to University outside of term time to let people throw wet sponges at her. It would be fun to see her friends again, too. Some of them had gone back to their parents', she knew, but plenty of them had 12-month contracts for their final year accommodation.

On arrival she was greeted in the cobbled courtyard by Deobrah and a currently empty-looking group of stalls. Nothing much seemed to be going on except for a few students laying out the various stalls and stands. At the far end of the yard, set slightly away from the more mundane attractions, was the pillory with which Carrie would soon become more familiar.

'Ah, hello there, Carrie,' Deborah said politely. 'The fair starts at ten but I needed you here early to help us set things up.'

'Okay,' she replied reluctantly, wondering what exactly needed setting up. Looking around, most of the stalls seemed more or less ready to go.

'Your friend will be here shortly but I need to explain a few things first.'

Carrie's concern began to grow. What could need explaining about putting your head in a hole and taking a few sponges to the face?

'Like what?' she asked.

'Well the organisers decided that you and Rachel should be in school uniforms. They have a bit of a theme in mind and forgot to mention it till now.'

'You are joking, right?' Carrie replied with a look of slack-jawed disbelief on her face.

'I'm afraid not but don't worry, they have provided plenty to choose from.'

'You want me to wear a white cotton blouse to get wet in and a skirt bend over in?'

'Get wet in? You'll be getting more than wet, missy. You can always go home if you don't like it. And stay there when September rolls round.'

Carrie was livid. 'What do you mean I'll be getting more than wet?'

'Did you think we were just going to let people throw sponges at you? Who would pay for that, dear? No, no. We need to make money here. We're selling different foodstuffs for people to use. Messier substances will incur higher prices, of course. We need money, Carrie, and this fair is the last chance we have of doing so before term time comes round again.'

Carrie couldn't think of anything to say to that and stormed off in a huff instead. If she wanted to complete her degree she would have to do what Deborah had told her.

'Be back here, in uniform, in 45 minutes,' Deborah called after her. 'Or don't.'

She briefly flirted with the idea of going back to her flat and giving up, but even the briefest moment of introspection told her that she couldn't do that. She had gotten herself into this position by partying too much and now those chickens were coming home to roost. Deborah was giving her a second chance that most people wouldn't get and she was in no position to turn it down just because she didn't like some of the terms and conditions. Yes, it would be degrading, and yes she would be slathered in gunk by the end of the day, but if that meant she still got to have a degree 12 month down the line it had to be worth it, didn't it?

She sighed huffily as she reached the main gate. The answer to that question was obvious. She turned on the spot, checking the time on her phone, and headed to the big Wambrosia stall she had stormed past a moment ago.

'I'm Carrie,' she said to the woman who seemed to be in charge.

She looked a little older than Carrie, but too young to be a faculty member. Her long black hair was fastened at the back of her head in a neat, formal-looking bun. She looked flustered and busy, and didn't even deign to respond verbally. She pointed at a rack of school uniforms, which, even at first glance, Carrie could see were not suitable for any real school girl. The first one she grabbed to inspect had a red chequered skirt that would scarcely have concealed her knickers standing up, let alone bent over in a pillory. She put it back and kept looking, but they didn't get much better than that.

'Hey, Carrie,' said someone behind her. 'You got roped into this too then?'

'Oh, Rach. Hi! Yeah. I thought it'd just be a couple of sponges or something. Then I turn up and Debs drops this bomb on my head.'

'It could be worse I guess,' replied the brown-haired girl. 'I'm almost looking forward to it in fact,' she added with a coy look on her face.

'Whatever, I'm just glad to be seeing you guys again.'

'Guys? Nobody else is coming, Carrie. It's just you and me.'

Carrie looked horror-stricken. She had not been expecting this. 'What?' was all she could manage to get out.

'I thought you knew. Half of them are on holiday and Rose moved back down South for the summer. Didn't they tell you?'

'No!' Great, she thought. Just great. Not only do I have to be covered in food in front of everyone but hardly anyone I know is going to be here. Not that it's a bad thing when she looked at it that way but she had expected to hang out while it wasn't her turn in the pillory. A joke and a natter would have made the whole thing much more bearable

'Well forget about it now,' Rachel said. 'This thing starts in a minute and there's nothing we can do about. Might as well just sit back and try to enjoy it, I guess.'

Carrie couldn't believe what she was hearing. Enjoy it? What was wrong with this girl? What was there possibly to enjoy about having a bunch of weirdos pay to throw food at you? Could this day possibly get any worse, she pondered, hoping she wouldn't jinx herself by thinking it.

'Hey, Carrie!' It was another familiar voice, male this time.

Oh God, please don't let that be who it sounded like, she prayed.

'Me and Emily were bored so we thought we'd come check out your school fair. What are you doing here so early? It's not like you to be up at this time on a Saturday.'

'Oh, me? Nothing,' she floundered. It was Blake, her sister's boyfriend, and Emily, her sister. Of all the people who could have shown up, these were the last two she would have wanted.

'You here to help out?'

'Er, yeah. Something like that, I guess.'

'You're going in the pillory? Awesome,' he replied, enthusiastically.

She really didn't want to be humiliated in front of her sister, obviously, and knew that if they found out she was going in the pillory then Blake would definitely pay good money to have a go. She had once tipped ice-cream over him as a bit of silly, playful fun and he had sworn revenge. He also had a thing about girls and messy food that she thought was a little weird and he definitely had a soft spot for her. Or was it a hard spot? Either way, there was no way he wasn't going to have a pop at that particular amusement.

She searched her brain for some kind of response that might get her out of this.

'Actually, I'm, er, I'm just saying hi to my mate,' she managed. 'I'm just a kind of general helper. Bits and bobs. You know what I mean.'

'Ok. Well I guess we'll see you later,' Emily said. 'Me and Blake are going take a look round. See you.'

The sigh of relief that escaped from Carrie almost blew her backwards. Could she possibly keep this pretence up all day, though? The chances of them not coming back over in one of the hours she was supposed to spend in bondage were remote at best. Her best bet was that either they hadn't brought any money or that they would come when it was Rachel's turn.

'Carrie, you want to go first or second?' Rachel cut in. 'It's starting in a minute and you still need to get dressed.' She nodded towards the ridiculous outfits. God, was she grinning at that, too?

'Oh, sorry. Yeah, whatever,' Carrie replied absently. She was still trying to figure out how to avoid her sister.

'Okay, I'll go have a look round then. I'll be back in an hour.'

Carrie's hearing and social awareness suddenly came back to her with a bang. 'What? Wait, I don't want to go first.'

It was too late, though. Rachel was already out of earshot. She was left alone with the wooden contraption and her overseer, Deborah, who had come over to see how things were going.

'Better get ready,' the lecturer said, tapping her watch.

There was nothing left to say. Resigned to her fate, Carrie turned back to the clothes rack and picked out the least offensive parody of a uniform she could find. It featured a green plaid skirt, not dissimilar to her own uniform from a few years ago but several inches shorter. Once she'd wriggled into it checking nobody was looking but with no way to know for sure and with nowhere to hide she looked down and tutted at the fact that the he was well above her knee.

The blouse was worse if anything. Its thin white material was practically see-through and there wasn't a lot of it. In truth, it was more like a crop top than a blouse, leaving her entire stomach bare. A green tie was printed onto the blouse, since there wasn't enough material to attach a real one to. Carrie was confident enough in her body, but today would really test that. The outfit was, frankly, obscene and she was almost glad the woodwork of the pillory would go some way towards covering her up. Even Deborah, who had been looking away while Carrie dressed, had the decency to appear embarrassed when she saw what she had gotten her student into.

Once dressed, if you could call it that, she hid her own clothes under the table Deborah was currently occupying. She moved behind the pillory and Deborah lifted the top piece for her. Placing her head on the lower beam and her hands in the holes on either side, she allowed the crude device to close around her. After testing the sturdiness of her surroundings she dared a glance around the yard. Luckily for her not many people were at her end of the yard so far. There were quite a few coming in through the gates but most of them were choosing to start off inside where the food stalls were. The fair wasn't due to end until six, however. That meant a total of four hours in this thing and no chance of avoiding getting messy.

In fact, it took less than ten minutes for someone to come over and give her a taste of things to come. Not an unpleasant taste, she had to admit, but it would have been better placed in her mouth rather than all around it. The first customer had been an annoying giggling college kid, presumably a prospective student, who thought it would be funny to splat a pie into her face. Carrie, however, didn't see the funny side of it. She managed to force a smile but that was as far she would go.

From there, the first hour seemed to drag on forever. After another fifteen minutes she got her second patron, a girl who also seemed to be here to have a look round the campus for the first time. She handed some change to Deborah and picked up a thick-looking cream pie. She stepped up to Carrie and placed the pie firmly in her face before smearing it up and back over the top of her head, coating her hair with sloppy white cream. Carrie spat and spluttered, doing anything she could to remove the sticky substance from her face but what she could do was very little. The younger girl trotted away and left Carrie half blinded by the creamy goo.

Deborah was kind enough to wipe away the worst of the mess with a towel, clearing Carrie's eyes but most of the cream remained where it was. Carrie was given little time to recuperate, though, as another guy had appeared in front of her, this one with his mother. The woman seemed to spend a little longer counting her change this time and sure enough, he picked up two pies instead of one. He didn't have quite the same finesse of the last girl; he simply splatted both pies into either side of her face, simultaneously, and let the paper plates drop to the floor. Carrie was again left with a face-full of thick cream as her world turned white. The feeling of thick cream piled up on her face disgusted Carrie and again she struggled to remove it with little success. The guy giggled and walked off with his mother while Carrie had her face wiped with a towel again.

As the next person stepped up Carrie risked a glance at the food table and then at the clock. There was still an immense number of cream pies surrounded with various buckets and jugs, most of which she couldn't see into. Her first hour was almost up, though, and she could maybe avoid more mess if she was lucky. Rachel had just returned from browsing the fair and the girl in front of the desk was still sifting through her purse.

'Hey. Can you let me out now? It's Rachel's turn.'

'You still have two more minutes,' Deborah replied.

'It's okay,' Rachel said. 'I'll take over.'

With that, she lifted the top section away from Carrie's head and freed her for the next hour. It felt great to be out and she immediately stretched her back to rid it of the stiffness of standing in the same position for the past sixty minutes. Three more hours of this is going to be hell, she thought. Although, if there were only three people per hour it might not be too bad.

'Have fun, Rach,' she said as playfully as she could, then gave her face a good wipe and headed for the main building.

She looked everywhere, even checking the toilets, but Rachel had been right: none of her friends were here at all. On her way to grab some food she noticed with horror that it was already 11:45. She had wasted the better part of an hour looking in vain for people she knew. Now she had 15 minutes before she had to go back in that thing. She grabbed a sandwich and traipsed back to Rachel and Deborah, chewing joylessly on bread and cheese.

It seemed like things had definitely been getting a little more intense in her absence. Rachel's face was coated in cream and, by the look of things, a bucket of something had been tipped over her back. Strangely, though, she didn't seem to mind too much. Her shirt was coated in custard but she had a big grin on her face. She directed that smile at Carrie as she approached and scanned around for more customers. There were one or two more people around and Carrie was glad to still have five minutes before she went back in the pillory. However, news of the attraction was bound to have spread and she was certain that the next hour would not be as quiet as her first.

A guy from Carrie's was next up to the pillory and handed over what looked like paper money from her perspective. She would have felt sorry for Rachel if it wasn't for the fact that it would be here in there otherwise. The guy picked up one of the jugs from the table and moved behind the pillory. What the hell, thought Carrie. She wasn't expecting that, and it made her very anxious. If it could happen to Rachel, what was there to stop it happening to her? She thought they were just going to get hit in the face with pies all day, and even that was a step up from the sponges she had expected not long ago.

What on earth could be in those jugs and buckets anyway, she wondered? She wasn't sure she wanted to know but was increasingly aware that she was probably going to end up covering her at some stage. The stranger upended the jug into the back of Rachel's trousers and a cascade of egg yolks made its way down the back of her ass and legs. She shivered, presumably from the cold and let out a gasp. Most of the stuff oozed out of the bottom of her trouser legs but, clearly, some of it must have remained around her butt. The cheeky guy gave it a little pat and walked off with a smirk on his face but not before giving Carrie a disconcerting wink.

A moment later Rachel was out of the pillory and wiping herself with a towel. Carrie moved gingerly towards the cream-dowsed woodwork that stood before her. She took a moment to compose herself before plunging her head into the hole and waited while Deborah sealed her fate for another hour. She looked around and saw a queue of people waiting to gunge her. Oh, fantastic. What kind of weirdo finds this entertaining anyway, she asked herself. She also noticed the guy who had just slapped Rachel's behind had gone to the back of the queue again. At least that explained the wink.

The first person in the queue was a bit older than most that she'd seen so far. He looked around 20 maybe and seemed to have a hard time finding what he wanted from his wallet. That probably wasn't a good sign, Carrie decided. After handing something to Deborah, he grabbed two big cream cakes. They must have been almost a foot across and coated entirely in wet icing, with cream between the two layers. Hardly an inch of sponge was visible anywhere.

With a smile on his face, he pushed the first cake into Carrie's face, sending cream and icing spurting out all over the wooden boards and utterly covering her face once again. Before she had time or the ability to see where he had gone, the guy had moved round behind her and pulled her trousers away from her body. She wanted to cry out in protest but he was too quick. How could this be allowed? The second cake, predictably was dropped down the back of her trousers and splatted against her thong-covered behind. She squealed as the cold, clammy icing clung to her round ass and cream dribbled down the back of her legs. She shuddered, partly at the sensation and partly at the thought of her own vulnerability.

Deborah eventually wiped Carrie's eyes clear again but the remnants of the second cake were left in her trousers, much to her dismay. She was given no time to take stock of what just happened as the next customer appeared in front of her with a jug in one hand. A blonde girl lifted the jug above Carrie's head and turned the jug up-side-down without warning or ceremony. With an audible plop, a huge dollop of rice pudding landed on top of Carrie's head. Her face was a picture of disgust as some the thick pudding oozed down either side of her head. Most of it, however, stayed right on her head in a ridiculous looking creamy lump. It wasn't often that Carrie was left speechless but now was one of those times.

The queue had dispersed somewhat as lunch time apparently overrode many people's desire to humiliate a helpless student. It was far from completely gone, though, and another woman was ready to go. In similarly blunt fashion, the new girl took advantage of the free-for-all, ignoring Carrie's face altogether, pouring an entire jug of sticky maple syrup all over Carrie's back instead. It left leaving a golden-brown trail along the entire length of the poor victim's spine. From there, it oozed downwards, slowly saturating the skimpy top she had on and clinging to her similarly-coloured skin. The back of her red bra was clearly visible within seconds and the syrup felt so sticky that she hardly dared to move in case it touched more of her deeply-tanned skin or ran down into her thong. She was desperate to avoid getting it in there: it would be horribly uncomfortable and a nightmare to get rid of.

Her train of thought was once again interrupted by someone wanting to add to her misery. It was the guy from before. He was the only one left in the queue now since it was starting to drag on for one o'clock and people were clearly getting hungry but this guy had hung around just to humiliate Carrie. Worryingly, he seemed to hand over a lot of money and, sure enough, he picked up two jugs and a cream pie. Carrie recoiled in horror, as much as the pillory allowed, at the prospect of what he might do but she didn't get far and only succeeded in sending the puddle of syrup further along her back. He took his time, savouring the moment like it meant more to him than the cheap thrill or quick laugh most people seemed to be getting out of this. It struck her as odd, but she couldn't say exactly why. She didn't recognise him at all but the look on his face spoke a thousand words, most of which were not very pleasant.

'Hi, Carrie,' he said. 'Remember me?'

No, she thought, but said nothing.

'It doesn't matter,' he stated.

Whoever he was, he stepped behind the board and Carrie was expecting her ass to be targeted again. Was it really that attractive, she wondered in a brief moment of vanity. Instead, though, he slyly reached inside her blouse and poured the contents of the first jug inside. It sagged inside her shirt, not touching her skin but not dripping out through the material either. Carrie was unable to see what it was but it was evidently thick. Next, he pulled her skirt up over her hips, exposing her scantily-clad buttocks and rested the tip of the jug against the fabric of her thong, right between her soft, round cheeks. She looked around for assistance from Deborah but she seemed to be busy counting the money. Again, Carrie found herself wondering how this could be allowed and thought about crying out for help.

Her torturer must have noticed Deborah's indifference too, because he took the opportunity to peel the waistband away from Carrie's skin and tip the contents of the second jug inside it. Her body seized up as the freezing cold slime hit her highly sensitive bare skin. It had to be ice-cream or something similar, she figured, it was too cold to be anything else. Whatever it was, it ran all over her ass and along the stretchy fabric of her thong, hitting every inch of skin between. The sensation was breath-taking. Her body tried to jerk against its restraints but was unable to do so. The stranger laughed cruelly as Carrie struggled in vain to stem the ice-cold flow of cream. Unfortunately for her, this allowed the syrup from the last customer to trickle down her back and complete its journey into her thong. It crept inside thanks to the tip of the jug still holding her thong open, turning the skimpy underwear into a sticky feast of sweet goo.

As a finale to this bout of messy torment, he used a cream pie to press against the substance he had placed inside her top, squelching it against her large, round breasts. Later inspection revealed it to be strawberry angel delight and, mixed with the cream, it coated her bronze-coloured breasts. She felt utterly repulsed by the feeling of stickiness all over her lower half and around her bust, which had been destroyed by pink and white slime. For one final act of indignity, the boy gave her ass a spank as he removed the jug. Spanking her in such a way was degrading enough, but the fact that it spread the gunk around her underwear again made matters infinitely worse.

'Oh dear, you do look a mess,' said Deborah, glancing up from her phone.

'Just let me out,' Carrie replied, hoping that her hour was over.

'Yes, alright. Did you bring any spare clothes with you?'

'Of course not,' replied Carrie in a strop. 'I wasn't expecting this, was I?'

'Well there are some spare costumes on the rack. Our benevolent sponsors clearly came prepared, but I doubt they have extra underwear.'

'Oh that's just great,' Carrie grumbled. 'I'll just wander round with ice-cream in my knickers all day, shall I? I'm going home to change.'

'You'd better come back. The deal was an afternoon in the pillory, not just a couple of hours.'

'I'll be back, okay?'

She stormed off without a reply, a squelching noise coming from between her legs as she walked. She couldn't believe this had happened. By the time she arrived at home, after the most humiliating walk of her life, the slime in her top had melted and formed a puddle in her lacy red bra. Why did I think it would be a good idea to wear this today, she asked herself. I was expecting cute boys to see me get soaked through, she remembered. I wouldn't want them to see me in some tatty old piece of crap, would I? It was probably ruined now, regardless. She was glad to get it off and throw all her clothes in the wash.

It took a solid thirty minutes of scrubbing to clean herself of all the mess she had accumulated, paying special attention to certain areas. Noticing how long it had taken, she quickly slipped into a black thong and matching bra and threw on the first pair of leggings that came to hand. She threw on a comfortable t-shirt and set off back, since she would presumably be back in one of those ridiculous uniforms in 20 minutes or so.


Carrie arrived back in the yard just in time for Rachel to come out of the pillory. She was barely recognisable under layers of cream and assorted foodstuffs but Carrie could swear she was grinning again. What was wrong with this girl anyway?

On the plus side, Deborah wasn't there, which meant nobody could force her into another ridiculous outfit. Yes, she would be ruining her own clothing now, but at least she wouldn't look like a stripper while doing so.

After wiping some of the cream away from the head-rest, Carrie placed her head back into the now familiar position and let Rachel fasten her in. While Rachel said goodbye, Carrie hoped people had got bored by now. The queue was non-existent except for a couple of hangers-on who would probably have a go. At least one of them was pretty hot, she saw. If she had to be covered in food by someone she'd rather have it be someone like him. Maybe he'd even use his tongue to clean me up afterwards, she mused.

No such luck, though. The first taker was another girl, this time with long black hair, similar to her own. She only picked up one pie, much to Carrie's relief. Stepping right up to her, she slapped the pie in Carrie's face and allowed the paper plate to join the various other condiments gathered on the floor by her feet. Experience had toughened Carrie and she wasn't fazed by a simple pie to the face any more. She just stood there, bent at the waist, and waited for more punishment. After all, nothing could be worse than what that stupid guy had done to her before the break, right?

After some debate with a friend, the cute guy decided to give things a whirl. He handed some money over to Deborah and stepped up to the table. This time, Carrie was almost willing him to do something naughty, just as long as it wasn't too messy. He flicked his hair out of his eyes and picked up a jug. Carrie's heart sank. He stepped behind her and it t sank further still. But instead of what she'd been expecting, he knelt and lifted her foot, then removed her shoe. He repeated this with her other foot and then removed both of her socks and threw them to one side. Next, he tipped half the jug's content into each shoe and put them in front of her. Hesitantly, she put her bare feet back into the shoes, sending a wave of mayonnaise squirting out all over them. She wriggled her toes instinctively, her whole body cringing at feeling of mayo between her digits.

Satisfied with his handiwork, the cute guy got up and left poor Carrie to rue her misfortune. What a fantastic day, just fantastic. The first good looking guy I see all day fills my shoes with mayonnaise and that's practically a highlight! I can't wait to go home and never come back to this hell hole. What was I thinking?

This bout of self-pity was short-lived as it was time for her agony to be worsened again. This time, it was a girl she recognised from back in her college days. She had been jealous of Carrie since some incident with a guy they both liked. The guy chose Carrie because she had bigger boobs or something shallow like that. She couldn't really remember since they'd only gone out for a couple of weeks anyway. Some girls just can't deal with that kind of thing, Carrie thought. It didn't make her feel any better, though. The fact that this was probably still personal for Whatshername was unlikely to improve Carrie's plight. At least she had some idea what this girl would target ahead of time.

Predictably enough, the flat-chested girl picked up two cream pies and headed straight for Carrie. She planted the thick cream delicacies unceremoniously onto Carrie's more impressive bust. The plates clung there for a while before gravity pulled them to the floor, leaving a sticky mass of white on over the front of her white t-shirt. The slightest hint of the stuff had seeped through and left a trace of itself on her bronze bosom but it was enough to cause a little shudder.

Her next adversary was a guy she had fobbed off a few months ago. Have they deliberately brought these people here, she wondered incredulously. He paid a good deal of money to be the first to pick up an entire bucket. Oh, boy, thought Carrie. This is not going to end well. The bucket was fairly large and the guy was having trouble dragging it over to her. The contents sloshed audibly with every movement, but he eventually managed to set it down beside Carrie. Struggling, he lifted the bucket above her as high as he could manage and poured the whole thing over her back in one uncouth movement.

'Oh my god!' she squealed as the torrent of ice-cold water hit her.

The syrup had been stickier and the ice-cream had reached places it really shouldn't have but freezing cold water held its own terrors. She shivered wretchedly against the cold and her body tensed up immediately, doing anything it could to protect itself from the cold. Every part of her body that could go hard did so. Her newly see-through t-shirt matted to her body and water poured off it, streaming from her torso and washing over across the courtyard.

'How could you do this to me?' Carrie complained through gritted teeth

The boy walked off without replying, leaving Carrie to be thankful that at least the weather would help her dry out quickly. Thanks were unsurprisingly the furthest thing from her mind, however, as she looked at the clock: still ten minutes to go but the queue was fairly sparse still. Nevertheless, another fellow student appeared to prolong her torture. This time it was someone she recognised immediately.

'Rachel, what are you doing here?'

Her classmate handed money over to the secretary without saying a word to Carrie who was speechless for the second time in a day surely a new record. Rachel picked up a jug from the table but this one didn't contain anything liquid, at least, not directly liquid. It contained several little ovoids which themselves contained liquid. Rachel picked an egg from the half-dozen that were inside and took aim.

'Rachel?'

She launched it ferociously towards Carrie and it splattered all over the wood above her head. Egg yolk ran down into Carrie's hair, matting it to her head in a sickly yellow gel. Another four followed in quick succession and had a similar effect, except that two of them hit her in the face one on her forehead, one on her right cheek. Carrie's face was streaked with egg yolk along her forehead where it had run from her hair and on her cheeks where the eggs had exploded next to her.
With one egg remaining, Rachel made her way behind Carrie and whispered in her ear, 'doesn't this just drive you wild?'

Not waiting for a reply, she placed the egg under the waistband of Carrie's trousers, using the elastic to hold it in place. After waiting a few seconds for her victim to dwell on what was about to happen to her, she brought the flat off her hand down on Carrie's butt, splatting the egg in the process. The yolk ran right between her cheeks, following the path of her scanty black thong until gravity forced it to run down the inside of her left leg and out over her mayo-covered shoe. It sent a shiver all the way up her spine, and left her mind reeling. Why would Rachel do this to her, she wondered wretchedly, as the yellow slime oozed with an evil slowness over her cute behind, leaving a clammy feeling in its wake.

Before Carrie could rebuke her, Rachel had disappeared, leaving her to wallow in her despair. Soaking wet and with an egg-covered ass, she glanced nervously at the clock, hoping it was close to three o'clock. Thankfully, she had just five minutes left; probably only time enough for one more patron. Better still, possibly, said patron was not someone she recognised. It was a guy with short blond hair and a face which wasn't unattractive but wasn't exactly model material either.

He picked up a big bowl of red jelly and manoeuvred to where Carrie was strapped in. Kneeling, he pulled the neck of her wet t-shirt away from her chest and moved the bowl inside her clothing. She could swear he had a quick feel around but there was little she could do about it, especially with Deborah missing in action. His hands were clammy against her boobs but not as chilly as the jelly itself, which he scooped into her black bra.

The coolness of the jelly sent a brief shudder down her spine, not for the first time this afternoon. The jelly wobbled when she moved, causing her breasts to do the same, much to the delight of her tormentor. Leaving her rue his existence, he left the stall with a huge grin on his face.

Carrie was far from grinning but she was at least relieved to see that her hour was finally up just one more to go. She'd managed to avoid Emily and Blake so far, now she just had sixty minutes to hold out before she could go home, albeit with her dignity in ruins. Dripping wet, thong full of egg yolk, shoes full of mayo and boobs covered in red jelly and cream, she left the stall and headed for the toilets to do a clean-up job.

In the relative safety of a toilet cubicle, she removed her shoes and emptied out as much mayo as she could manage but she knew there was still some left in there. As she dropped her tight-fitting leggings to the floor the egg yolk which her "friend" had placed there fell to the floor with a plop. Next she lifted up her top and tried to wring out as much water as possible. Stillm the shirt was pretty damp, as were her trousers and everything else. She scooped out as much of the jelly from her cleavage as she could but a lot of it wouldn't come out until she got home and had a shower, or at least took off her bra. Given the fact that she was walking around in a drenched t-shirt, going bra-less wasn't really an option. With mayo still in her shoes, egg yolk still clinging to her butt and lumps of jelly and cream dotted around her bust, she left the toilets in a huff.

'Hey, Carrie. How's it going?'

It was the moment she'd been dreading. 'Er, hi, Blake. I'm okay, I guess. Where's Emily?'

'Oh she's in there too, you didn't see her then?'

Thanking the stars she hadn't she replied steadily, 'No.'

'You should come with us for a while, we're going on the bouncy castle when Emily gets out of there.'

'I don't really want to go on the bou--'

Her reply was interrupted by Emily's return. 'Oh hi, Carrie. We were just going to the bouncy castle. You coming? I know you love 'em nearly as much as I do,' she said excitedly.

'I don't know. I'm kind of busy.'

'Too busy for a bouncy castle?' asked Blake. 'I don't think so, come on.'

'Okay,' she said with a sigh of resignation. 'Let's go then.'

The prospect of food bouncing around inside her clothes was not an appealing one but she had to keep her cover. If they found out that she was in the pillory they'd almost definitely want to have a go. Especially Blake. He had a bit of a reputation for that kind of thing. She just hoped nothing would fall out and give the game away.

Moments later they arrived at the inflated castle, where a bunch of people, mostly kids, were bouncing around with big grins on their faces. With similar looks on their faces, Blake and Emily were busy removing their shoes to enter the fray. Reluctantly, Carrie forced a smile and did the same, doing her best to hide the fact that they were still slathered in mayo. Blake handed over some money and the three of them walked up a little ramp and into the middle of the rubber fortress. As soon as they entered she could feel the food she hadn't managed to clean up bouncing around inside her clothes, particularly around her own bouncy bits.

Egg was finding its way into everywhere it shouldn't be inside her thong, jelly was wobbling around in her bra and water was dripping everywhere. Fortunately for her, the time was quickly over and this bout of torture was done with. Blake had been so distracted by mucking around on the castle that he hadn't noticed Carrie's discomfort. She found it hard to belief he hadn't noticed her soaked t-shirt, but perhaps he thought she had gone a bit overboard with trying to cool off in the summer heat. Just one more hour in the pillory, then, surely nothing could be worse than what had happened already, she told herself, wishing she had some wood to touch.

'Hey, Carrie, where you going next?' asked Emily.

'I'm going to hang round with my mates a bit,' she answered, thinking quickly.

'Funny, I haven't seen any of 'em. Mind if we tag along?'

Carrie just about managed to hide her dismay at this suggestion. 'I--'

'Great, you can show us round,' Emily cut-in.

'What? Fine,' she said, sighing again. By this stage of the day, after all she'd been through, Carrie's defences had utterly caved-in. 'What have you already seen?'

'Pretty much everything, I think. Oh, we haven't seen what's at the far end of the main yard yet actually. Anything interesting there?'

'Oh, not really. I don't think so.'

'I heard there's a pillory somewhere,' Blake chipped in excitedly. 'I bet it's just wet sponges, though.'

'Nah, they've got--uh, I don't know actually. Probably boring, you're right.'

'Can't hurt to look though, right?' he asked rhetorically.

Without replying, unable to come up with a valid excuse, Carrie led them to the playground and her least favourite part of the fair. Blake's eyes lit up when he saw it. He looked practically giddy.

'So much for sponges, eh? This is awesome.'

Rolling her eyes, Emily responded, 'sure, Blake. But it's empty, maybe we can come back later.'

Empty, thought Carrie, looking at the nearest clock. Oh, God, I've got to get rid of them somehow. I can't let them see me in there. She almost shuddered at the mere thought of it.

'I really have to go now. I told Clare I'd meet her on the hour.'

'Alright, be like that,' said Emily, jokingly. 'We'll have a look round on our own. 'Come on, Blake. We can come back, I promise. Okay?'

'Okay, see you later then, Carrie.' And with that they were gone, though not half far enough for Carrie's liking. She still had an hour to go and they were definitely coming back. Maybe she could just run for it.

'Ah, Carrie, just in time,' said the voice of Deborah behind her. All thoughts of escape suddenly disappeared. 'Just an hour left, I'm sure you'll be glad to know. We have, however, received a very generous offer from the sponsors of the fair, which involves you.'

'What would that be?' asked Carrie, becoming more and more short-tempered.

'Well, Wambrosia wish to promote their latest product and will double the money they're giving to us if we help them with their promotional scheme.'

'And that's where I come in? To do what exactly?'

'The gentleman approaching us now will explain. He's from the PR department. Hello there, Mr Darley. This is Carrie, our willing volunteer.'

Before she could disagree the interloper spoke first. 'Ah. Excellent, Deborah.' Turning to Carrie he added, 'thanks for helping us out. I'll explain what we need you to do. I hope you aren't shy. You student girls usually aren't.'

'Uh, why?'

'Well, in the spirit of the event we thought of the perfect advert for our latest creation, Rice Custard. Since you're obviously quite familiar with our other products we thought you could help us out.'

Carrie didn't know what to say but she had a feeling she wasn't going to like his proposal. The way he's referred to student girls a moment ago did not bode well.

'We'd like you to slide into a pool full of Rice Custard,' he went on.

'What!?'

'Wearing a bikini with our logo on it'

'No. Not a chance.'

Deborah apparently felt the need to interject here: 'Carrie, Mr Darley is offering a lot of money for this and it would help your case a lot if you were seen to be helping the University.'

'Haven't I done enough already? Please don't make me do this. There are so many people here that might see me''

'We're not making you do anything,' Mr Darle said. 'But there's nobody else and we have no time. The pool dive is supposed to start in five minutes.'

'What about Rachel?'
'I think she went home when her last hour ended,' Deborah said. 'Look, Carrie, if you do this I will personally guarantee your place on the last year of your course. I hate to do this, but if you won't help us out, well I might have a change of heart.'

That was that then, she knew. Deobrah had originally presented this situation as a boon to Carrie's chances of going into her third year, but it felt like a thinly-veiled trap. She was shown to a changing room and given the choice of three swimsuits while she washed up what was left of the earlier gunge. At least finally ridding herself off the sloppy leftovers was a relief.

The costumes were all purple, the colour of Wambrosia branding and, luckily, Carrie's favourite colour. The first was an Olympic style one-piece swimsuit which she hated. The second was a bikini, which was slightly more to her taste but she didn't like the bottom half. The final one was identical but for the thong bottoms. Perfect, she decided. I might as well look good while I'm doing this stupid charity nonsense.

She finished cleaning the gunk out of every crevice and donned the skimpy bathing costume. She had been given a silk dressing gown, which she wrapped around herself stepped out to where Mr Darley and Miss Johnson were waiting for her. It would maintain some dignity for a few minutes, but she knew it would be fleeting.

'Excellent, you're just in time, Carrie,' said the lecturer.

'Don't worry,' added Mr Darley. 'You'll be just fine. You'll look just great. Now, are you ready to begin? Quite a crowd has gathered so this should be great publicity.'

'Oh, great,' Carrie heard herself say aloud.

She was ushered outside to the yard where an inflatable pool had been erected in front of a baying crowd, mostly of guys she noticed. Perverts. On the far side of it were two men in purple 'Wambrosia' t-shirts emptying the last of a large collection of dustbins full of Rice Custard into the six-by-six foot pool. They'd certainly spared no expense, there had to be gallons of the pudding in there. As she approached she peered into the shallow pool and got a glimpse of the incredibly slimy looking custardy goo that was soon to be clinging to her near-naked body. It ebbed, oozed and slurped as the men added more to the mass of dessert, which was already threatening to overflow its boundaries. The stuff was definitely thick

A small plastic slide was brought between Carrie and her fate when the men had finished filling the pool. One end was placed into the pool, taking a few seconds to sink beneath the substantial weight of the Rice Custard, and the ladder end was left in front of Carrie. She climbed it and waited for Mr Darley to give her the go-ahead. It wasn't very high, but Carrie stared into the gooey mire as though she was staring off the edge of a cliff.

'Welcome ladies and gentlemen. My name is Bill Darley, I'm here from the Wambrosia company to ensure that our sponsorship money for this event has been well spent. I think I can say with some certainty that it has and now it's time for us to give something back, while spreading a little awareness of the next great advancement in desserts! No doubt you will have seen our various products around the fair here today, mostly on our brave volunteer.

'In the pool below our intrepid adventurer is exactly what I'm talking about, guys. You all know rice pudding and I'm sure you all know custard. Well this, ladies and gentlemen, is Rice Custard! And for your entertainment, Carrie here will be demonstrating its unique properties. Better yet,' he paused. That was Carrie's cue.

Reluctantly she un-fastened the belt around her dressing gown and let it fall to the floor, inciting another cheer from the male sections of the audience as they gawked at her near-naked body in the skimpy thong bikini. She had never felt more vulnerable and exposed in her entire life. The crowd had formed a circle around her and she knew that half of it was now staring at her buttocks and the slender piece of material snuggling between them.

'She'll do it wearing our special Wambrosia bikini!'

That got the cheer for which it had been designed, though it was noticeable that it registered quite low. There weren't many women cheering for Carrie for some reason.

'A great advertisement for Wamboria I'm sure you'll agree. Shall we give her a countdown then, guys? Five!' the crowd shouted along with him as Carrie, trying not to look too horrified at what she was about to do, lowered herself onto the slide.

'Four! Three! Two!' there was a pause. Carrie braced herself. 'One!'

With a deep breath, she pushed herself down the slide. The brief journey, which was perhaps two seconds long in reality, seemed to stretch out forever in Carrie's imagination. She glanced at the sloppy mess she was about to enter, then glanced around and was horrified to see Emily and Blake in the front row of the crowd, laughing like idiots.

Not for the first time today, her train of thought was rudely interrupted, as she felt the clammy cool sensation of rice custard on her toes quickly rising along her legs. A split second later her formerly pristine purple thong was buried under about two feet of the slimy dessert. She stopped with a slurp as she felt her peachy ass hit the bottom of the pool. She was covered in rice custard from her feet to her belly button. She shuddered, feeling utterly disgusted by the thick yellow gunk clinging to her bare skin. Humiliation wasn't strong enough a word for what she was feeling, especially with Blake and her sister watching from a few feet away.

Slowly, she sank beneath the surface until she was up to her neck, clammy pudding coating her boobs and arms. The slimy rice started to ooze inside what little clothing she had on. A thong bikini doesn't offer must protection against gooey pudding, it turned out.

'Ladies and gentlemen, give our brave volunteer a round of applause!' Mr Darley cried.

The crowd responded with nearly hysterical clapping and laughter while Carrie wallowed in the pool of rice custard.

'Now before we let you out, we have another surprise for you all. Say hi to Emily and Blake!'

Carrie thought she couldn't possibly have felt worse, but suddenly she did. Emily would find this hilarious and Blake would be something else beginning with H. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't make the ground swallow her.

'They're here to give Carrie a final treat before we let her out. Hi, Emily. Hi, Blake. Looking forward to it?'

'Absolutely,' Blake replied honestly.

The next few moments happened in a blur through Carrie's eyes. She heard voices but they seemed mumbled, lost in a confusion of cheering and overly-loud microphone crackles. She saw Emily go in front of her with something in her hand once the talking had stopped but Blake seemed to have disappeared. She became aware that she'd been asked to get on all fours and did so without thinking why. Her breasts, barely contained in their bikini top, dangled on the surface of pudding. Her ass was a few inches higher, giving the crowd behind her a perfect view of the sloppy pudding dripping off its curves. She looked at Emily and noticed a Wambrosia cream pie in her hand.

Realisation hit sharply and suddenly Carrie had some idea of what was about to happen. Then her world turned white as Emily smashed the pie into her face. At almost the exact same time, Blake rubbed another against her round rear end. He gave it a little pat then stepped aside, leaving her to wallow once again. She collapsed into the pool, past caring any more, sending a splash of rice custard over the side. This drew several gasps and awkward giggles from people trying to shuffle back from the front row.

She rolled over on her back beneath the pudding and then pulled herself up to her feet. Rice custard dripped off her, oozing over her every curve and down her scantily clad body. She looked like a half-set statue of a naked woman made of unfinished yellow concrete.

The noise seemed to lessen but she remained only vaguely aware of this. She pressed her boobs together experimentally, causing the pudding caught in her cleavage to ooze out over the top and a few jaws in the audience to hit the floor. The louder voice seemed to be saying something but she continued to hold her breasts together for a few seconds. When she finally let go, she reached behind herself and unfastened the strings that held the bikini top in place. As it dropped into the slop, she became aware of the lewd cheering again.

She had forgotten where she was. It had been a long, exhausting day, and she had finally snapped. The past few minutes had been like an out of body experience but the look on Blake's face as she gazed out at the audience again reminded her what she had just done.

'Oh my god!' she shouted, looking down at her perfectly rounded breasts.

Quickly, she put her hands over them and jumped back down into the mire to cover herself. What had she done? With so many people there too she wasn't sure if she wanted to come back and finish her degree.

Even the PR guy, Mr Darley floundered for a moment. 'Let's hear it for Carrie and her two friends!' he said at last.

Carrie had no intention of getting out of the pool, though she knew she had to at some point. She hoped she could just linger there till the crowd dissipated. For one thing, her bikini top had disappeared under the pudding and she had no idea where she had dropped it in the first place. She was stuck in the gloopy mess, naked except for a tiny thong, for as long as it took for everyone to go away. Given that two of the people she wanted to see the back of were her sister and her sister's creepy boyfriend, that might take a while.