You are lead to an inflatable paddling pool but it doesnt contain water. I offer you one guessget it wrong and you will carry out a sexual favour for me. Get it right and you can ask one of me. You can feel the slimeyness but you are overed in food and can't smell the saltineeso you guess wrong. I cut the bra off and sit you down in pull you.over so you lie in the green slimey seaweed We pour buckets of seaweed over you covering head to toe before threeof us use a barefoot to massage it in to you. Time has arrived for a special mixture to wash your hair with called what I found in the cupboard - consisting mainly of dried cat food, orange juice, flour, raw eggs, a yoghurt etc. A really thick gloopy mixture. We sat you up and you gasp as it is poured over your hair and face.. You feel the sticky heavyness as it is massaged into your hair and a strange disgusting smell.I take your right hand and you feel me placeiton my cock. Yu squeese it a couple of times feeling it throb before rubbing it urgently as seaweed is woven into Photos are taken so you will see the mess you are in.The flash on the camera goes off as I explode squirting. Thinking you are being led to a shower I lead you to a dustbinand get you to climb to steps andstep in. One foot then the other. put in both sinking you start to panic but you reach the bottom and you are only up to thighs. I tie your hands and put on a collar attaching your hands behind your back to the collar. We start a new game filling your panties and tights withe seaweed and leftover gloop from the hair.. As you are standing your har heavey unable to see feeling your tights so fullyou try to move your legs butthey are held in a slimey slippery cool, grip only small movements are possible. "ITs three bagsof compost and water " I explain. Then you jump as the first smack lands onyour padded bottom causing surprise rather than pain. We spank you until the tigtsburst and then i cut off the panties. We start a new game as your upper body is pelted with things that splat on contact. A couple of days ago I bought all the out of date strawberries. Youstand immobile wondering where the next one will hit. Next treacle is pouredover you. You feel its familiar stickyness running down theskin you are coverd everwhere from neckto thigh. . Then you feel something lighte than before. It is the grass clippings from a week agos mowing and they stick all over as though a coat