Lisa closed her bedroom door behind her. It'd had been a fun evening; her housemates, a few bottles of wine and some boardgames. She flopped down onto her bed. Although there was some debate about whether finishing up with a Ouija board counted as a board game. Even if the board had asked them if they wanted to play a game. They said yes and nothing happened. Never mind, she thought, the supernatural isn't real.

"Isn't it?" Asked a male voice.

Lisa shrieked and sat up. One of the walls of her room was gone. Instead, there were shadows, stage lights and two gameshow style podiums. Leaning against one of the podiums was a smartly dressed man with a deep red jacket, a black goatee beard and two red horns.

"Lisa Adams, 23 years old. Natural red head, office drone and superhero fan. Shall we play a game?"

"Who the hell are you?" She asked. She briefly considered dashing for the door, until her panicking mind pointed out the door had been part of the wall that had gone missing.

"You can call me Macbeth."

"Are you a d-d-demon?"

"Of sorts." He smiled. "But no worries, your immortal soul is safe. I'm merely here to occupy my time and play a game. But let's get you dressed appropriately." He clapped his hands.

Lisa's comfy pyjamas began to writhe and wriggle. The material stretched and then tightened, covering her hands and feet. The cotton changing to latex. She realised she was now dressed in a skin-tight latex costume of Elasti-girl. One of her favourite movies, one of her favourite heroes, and one of her most private fantasies. It covered her body up to her neck.

"Doesn't she look gorgeous ladies and gentlemen" Macbeth asked the shadows. There was a chorus of 'ooo's and whistles from the black space.

"Please step up to the podium." He gestured towards the one next to him.

Lisa walked forward, not used to the latex and heels.

"Now then, the first question. What is Elasti-girl's real name."

"Helen Parr."

"Correct." The was a smattering of polite applause from the invisible audience.

"Now what can be seen in the right-hand corner of the 156th frame of the movie?"

"What? How am I supposed to know that?"

"Oh dear, that's a wrong answer." Macbeth smiled. The audience cheered. Lisa gulped. The Demon walked towards her. A heaped cream pie suddenly appeared in his hand. Lisa tried to back away, only to discover her feet wouldn't move. She looked down saw nothing and looked back up.

SPLAT

It covered her face before slipping off, splattering the front of her costume.

"Did I forget to mention: your immortal soul may be safe, but your dignity? Not so much." He grinned. "Next question..."

She stood no chance. The questions were impossible. The audience taking great delight in each of the next four gooey pies she took to the face. Especially when he started to drag them up over her hair or twist them around.

"Oh dear, that's five wrong answers. You know what that means!"

"The wheel!" Cheered the audience.

A large wheel had appeared to the side. Macbeth gave it a spin.

It whirled around before slowing and stopping on a section.

"What's in the box?"

He walked over to her bed. Lisa flushed red when she realised what box it meant.

"No!"

"Don't you want me looking under your bed? Why ever not?"

He leant down and pulled out a storage box from under her bed.

"You don't want me to look in here?"

She blushed as he opened it.

"Oh my, Lisa! What an interesting selection of items you have in here."

The audience 'ooo'ed.

He grinned, "Which ever one should we use?"

Use? Lisa was almost glowing under the layer of cream.

"Ah perfect!"

Macbeth clicked his fingers and suddenly the O-Ring gag from Lisa's private collection was in her mouth.

"Wha?"

"Now for the next questions."

"Buh Ah Cant Spehk"

She tried to remove the gag, but the fingers of her latex gloves had fused together, like a doll.

Instead of not knowing the answers, the questions were easy, but due to her inability to answer, she was pied again and again. The cream getting in her mouth. Although she would have had to admit, they were delicious.

"Five more wrong answers" He grinned as she glared out from under the pie remnants.

"The wheel" came the cheer again.

The wheel span and clacked and slowed.

"Time for Scones." Macbeth pulled a plate from behind him. "Excellent" It contained a scone which he took a bite out of. "You look tense."

Lisa realised she had been waiting in anticipation for whatever came next.

"Would you like a scone? Well, you've already got cream, all you need is jam."

Lisa flinched and scrunched her shoulder waiting for... nothing? The audience laughed.

Then she felt it. Between her toes. And on the bottom of her feet. She looked down. She could feel it under the latex oozing against her skin. And then saw the costume being pushed out as the jam travelled up her legs. She gasped and moaned as it flowed up between her legs. It's over my pussy she thought. She gripped the podium as she felt it fill her suit. Covering her breasts and travelling down her arms. Pressed tight against her bare skin.

"Are you enjoying that?" Macbeth asked, smirking.

Lisa shook her head, unwilling to admit the incredible sensations she was feeling.

He picked up a pie.

"Lying is still a wrong answer."

Under the cream topping she tasted a layer of sweet jam in the pie.

The questions didn't matter, just another set of massive pies splattering against her face as the jam jiggled slightly in the costume. All the while the shadowy audience laughed.

"Oh dear, you failed for a third time." He smiled. "And you never once played your joker."

What joker! Lisa thought.

"Well, we'll just have to spin the wheel twice."

The wheel span around, clacked to a stop and somehow showed two results as the invisible audience whooped and hollered.

"Chocolate Pie..."

Lisa gulped as a large paddling pool appeared in the centre of her room. It looked like someone had filled it with chocolate pudding and then covered the top with whipped cream.

"...and Vibe Time."

Macbeth clicked his fingers. A protrusion started to push itself up between her legs. She gasped as it slid against her clit before pushing into her pussy

He led her over to the side of the pie.

"I do trust you have enjoyed your game."

He clicked his fingers as he pushed her into the pie.

The vibrator between her legs whirred into high gear as she body planted into the pie. Chocolate and cream covering her head and the latex suit. She struggled but seemed to be unable to get out of the pie, slipping and sliding back to the centre. Her face planting into the chocolate each time. The relentless vibrations somehow reverberating through the jam, acting like a full body vibrator. She writhed as the pleasure pulsed through her body. She arched her body as the orgasm exploded through her with a muffled shriek.

Oh god, it feels so good. Lisa thought.

A few seconds later. Oh god, it's not stopping.

"Do enjoy the rest of your night." Macbeth spoke to the squirming latex clad Lisa as the wall to the room returned. "I wonder what games I should play with your flatmates."