Revenge is a dish best served one by one, but it doesn't go as planned...




I was sore and rubbed my limbs. Claire had finally let me down from the hoist and released me from the haynet many hours later. She was massively apologetic and tearful at having left me hanging. I reassured her, not wanting to hug her as I was still covered with stinking slop.

"What are you going to do?" She stuttered.

"Oh I'm going to get my own back One by one, they will regret messing with me"

***

Charlotte Patterson had been dominated all her life, from the bullies at her all-girls school to overbearing boyfriends and now, as she pulled up in the stable car park by her supposed friend Sienna. She had been mortified by her attitude towards the pretty groom. She shook her head, not even knowing her name, how bad was that? There had been a part of her that had rejoiced as Sienna had been taken down in the stinking mud, but it was the punishment, Ashley slamming her riding hat into the poor girl's head. She'd gasped, telling the women they couldn't do that. Of course, they had told her to shut up and toe the line and she had been wet and complied, like usual.

She desperately hoped the others wouldn't be here so early. She wanted to ride out and avoid the bullies. As she stepped from her car she shuddered. Her dreams had been filled with strange images, the glossy molasses engulfing the groom. In her dream she had been standing beside her, the thick tar-like blackness engulfing her as she gingerly kissed

Her reverie was broken as one of the other grooms approached her. "Oh Charlotte, it's Melody, you should come with me." Melody was her horse, what had happened? She quickly walked behind the girl as they approached the barn. Confused she questioned why they were going in there, peering into the darkness. She had no time to think as she was shoved in the back and the door slammed shut.

"Hello?" Her voice quivered. She had landed on her knees on a thick pile of loose wood chips, ready to be used in the stables as bedding. There was a movement, her hands were grabbed and she felt metal cuffs snapping around her wrists. She squeaked, gasping as the groom from the day before walked in front of her.

"Hello You seemed to enjoy messing me up"

Charlotte looked down. "I am so sorry. I didn't want them to do that to you."

"But you didn't try to stop them?" She shook her head.

"No" Tears dripped down her cheeks. "I'm pathetic."

"I wouldn't say that, but you need some better friends." She sighed. "I don't think you are the worst of them, but, you need to be punished."

"Yes, miss"

***

Miss? I looked down at Charlotte, she was somewhat pathetic just as she said, she had been pushed around and now, in the face of authority, she had allowed herself to be dominated. A frisson of excitement ran through my body. There was a feeling of power, this otherwise powerful, proper woman was almost asking me to punish her. This was electrifying.

"Stand up." I reached down and helped her to her feet, walking her across the barn until she was standing on the tarp, she stood meekly as I switched on the lights. I heard her gasp as she saw the barrels standing on the edge of the open upper floor of the barn. She looked around her, I had built a square of bales and covered them with heavy tarpaulin creating a makeshift pool. There were barrels of molasses left from the diary farm which had once been next to the yard. Milk prices and diversification had meant that the cows were gone and there were some leftovers I could use.

"Ohhh" I saw a shudder run through her body and could hear her voice take on a huskiness. "What are you going to do to me?" Her voice was quiet.

"You poured the molasses over my head. I thought I would return the favour."

"Mo molasses" She licked her lips. "Like treacle?"

"Yes" I walked in front of her. "You shouldn't mess people up. It isn't polite, now is it?"

"No miss."

I had rigged the barrels. They had been on the upper level, right on the edge with taps at the base of each barrel, no doubt to allow them to drain into a feed mixer. I'd carefully loosened the taps and inserted rubber bungs with baler twine attached. Pulling the string would release the bung which would pour a flow of molasses down onto my submissive tormentor.

"Kneel down." I didn't know how hard the flow would be, but I didn't want her knocked over. She meekly knelt before me. I grabbed a piece of string and stepped out of the tarpaulin-covered area. "Three, two" I pulled the string and a solid flow of black goo poured down, it struck her head, spraying and starting to coat her head and body. The molasses was somewhat cold and was flowing slowly, glistening in the lights of the barn. Soon it looked as if she was wearing a rubber suit, her features and body smoothed, coated with a thick coat of treacle. I grabbed a second string, another flow hit her, the coating becoming thicker. She was soon up to her crotch in the thick black mass.

Eventually, the flow slowed to a trickle. I reached in and cleared her eyes, gently running my fingers across her face to make sure she could breathe. As I cleared her mouth she leaned forward, taking my fingers in her mouth for a second. I lept back.

"Sorry" She sniffed. "I want to make it up to you. For what I did." I could see her pleading eyes through the thick coating.

"What do you mean?"

"Can you lean in, please" She simpered. I leaned towards her face, bringing my own close to hers. When I was close she reached forward, kissing me gingerly. I was shocked, pulling back. "Oh I'm sorry I" She suddenly burst into tears.

What was I feeling? My heart was breaking as she sobbed, kneeling in the molasses. She was stuttering, apologising, pleading for forgiveness. I knelt on the bales and reached my head towards her, kissing her again. It started as a peck, but her tongue was hungry and she kissed me deeply, her tongue exploring my mouth. I broke away.

"Wow! That was unexpected"

She giggled, it was delightful. "You didn't use all the mess?"

"No, you've suffered enough. You're not the ring leader."

"I could share" She looked up.

"Share? Oh" She was looking coyly towards the pool. I reached my foot over the bales. What was I doing? "No!"

I froze. No?

"Don't get your clothes dirty" She smiled.

Oh!

"Go on, we're all girls together"

I found myself slipping my boots off before undressing fully, her eyes were wide as she watched me become naked. I reached for the handcuff key and stepped into the pool, gasping as the molasses engulfed first my foot and then swallowed my leg.

I unlocked the cuffs. She reached out and hugged me, starting to smear treacle over my pale body. She kissed me deeply before reaching out, she showed me the two strings in her hand. She pulled and I felt the flow of molasses hit my back. She pushed me back, letting the flow cover my head before she pushed me back onto the bales, sliding down my body and starting to lap at my sweet pussy.

"Oh, my fuck!" She was clearly skilled as she sucked my clip, swirling her tongue around before dipping into my pussy. She was running her hands over my body, swirling my breasts and embracing me as the flow slowed down, we tussled in the molasses as she brought me to orgasm.

I bucked before sinking in the slop. She reached down, cradling me, holding me gently in her arms.

"Thank you" She giggled. "Sorry for yesterday"

"Oh, God, thank you!" I hugged her. "Apology very much accepted!"

"Oh What's this one?" I saw her holding the rope, I quickly said not to pull it but it was too late. I looked up as the sacks of feathers I had found were released, they rained down with a whoomp sound and we were soon tarred and feathered. She laughed. It had been meant for her, a final humiliation, but it was such a contrast. We both laughed at each other before wrestling in the gooey feathery slop. I didn't know how we would get clean, and I really didn't care. However, it was clear that there would be two of us getting revenge on the other women.

We couldn't wait.