Gravel scrunched under Linda's feet, that harsh noise lost beneath the pulsing of her blood in her ears. A pulsing that had been raging ever since she had practically leapt into her car and raced her way over here, buoyed up on a wave of anger. Anger that was..uncharacteristic for Linda. Sure, she had a bit of a temper but this was taking that to new heights. Outwardly, with her youthful face framed by delicately straight dark hair and punctuated by richly deep chestnut eyes she often portrayed the impression of a laid back, carefree young woman; something her cute, curvy and some might even say bubble butt figure did nothing to dispel. Even if that was only one side of her. For Linda was..not exactly vain but certainly had a high opinion of herself. Especially in the looks department, her aforementioned curvy butt and impressive chest drawing her no shortage of admirers, her close friends always admiring her early morning pre make up Instagram shots in which they all swore she looked as good without make up as with. Compliments Linda took with her cute natural grace.


Only..she wasn't feeling cute or graceful right now given the anger on her face. Even anger might be an understatement. For Linda was, in contrast to her usual casual demeanour, livid; caught up in a swell of rage that drove her up the driveway towards the house owned by the woman who was the single focus of her ire. The woman who dared..dared......to contrive every single excuse she could invent to spend as much time with her husband as she could. The woman who showed no shame or remorse for her blatant flirting with a married man.

Of course, Linda didn't blame Sam. They had been married too long for that. And he was as much a victim here as she was, both of them victims of the slut who had taken advantage of the kind nature of her beloved soul mate who always saw the best in people. To him, Angela's intentions were purely, well, pure, as innocent as she sweetly claimed. It was only her who saw her for what she was, a slu..

Even in her head, Linda couldn't bring herself to say that word. She had never been one for swearing and while it wasn't really a swear word, it was too close for her sensibilities. While her mouth might have hesitated, their was no hesitation or doubt in the way she stormed right up to the front of the elegant house and neatly sculpted garden alike. Her eyes lingered on the tiny brass bell for a second before she eschewed that in favour of beating furiously on the smooth wood. Her fist throbbed with each blow but the resounding thump seemed to do the trick as she heard the sound of soft footfalls coming closer.

Her anger pulsed harder as she set her face into a scowl, her whole being ready to do battle. That determination wasn't dampened even as the door opened to reveal a surprised woman in a flowing blue dress, one who certainly wasn't Angela. Still, she didn't let that little setback throw her off as Linda pushed past her despite her protest.

'Angela. I know you are here.' Linda bellowed, her voice echoing around the narrow hallway and put a stop to the light bubble of conversation that floated to her ears. But not before she had tracked the source and, despite the renewed protests, stormed through the door where she was sure her nemesis awaited.


Only once inside did Linda pause, her fury faded a little under the multitude of eyes upon her. For Angela, wicked smirking Angela, wasn't alone; the slender perky dark brunette surrounded by five other women all as glamorously dressed as her, Angela stealing the show in her off the shoulder elegantly low cut Vera Wang evening dress, her dark wavy hair curled around her heavily made up face, the layers of foundation not fully hiding the wrinkles around her eyes, even though she was only ten years her senior. Come to think of it, the other guests were all of a similar age Linda noticed as she again glanced around her. Confronted with the six equally richly dressed women, Linda couldn't help feeling out of place and ridiculously common on her admittedly brand new but still plain blue jeans and bubbly pink t-shirt embellished with an adorable snap of a bundle of white kittens which she thought was utterly cute the second she saw it; both of which hugged her curves deliciously closely.

All of 25 years Linda wasn't, as we mentioned before, known for being vain; she just knew she had a great figure and wasn't afraid to show off her taut tummy, full breasts that bounced and swayed and held their curves deliciously, to say nothing of her cute bubble butt. Still..despite all her confidence and bravado about her figure she might have turned and fled in the face of the wave of self-consciousness had it not been for the mocking smile Angela fixed her with that got her blood boiling again.

'Linda..my dear..what a surprise to see you here. Is there something I can get you? A drink maybe?'

Funny, after everything Angela had already done to her; Linda would have thought she couldn't have felt any more anger towards her. But the casual way she greeted her like a friend without an apparent shred of guilt over her transgressions did the trick just fine. 'Don't act coy with me. You know why I'm here. I'm going to teach you a lesson for what you have done.'

'Teach me...?' Angela began before those words drifted off into a high pitched peel of laughter. 'My sweet Linda. Do you know how ridiculous you sound?'

Actually..Linda didn't. And right now she didn't care. Angela might have meant what she said as little more than a throwaway comment but something about it pushed her temper, often fragile at the best of times, to breaking point.

'I'm ridiculous? You..the one who always flirts with my husband..my husband..so shamelessly..you call me ridiculous?' Linda snapped harshly, her sudden outburst punctuated by her fists clenching tight by her sides. To say nothing of the way she stamped her foot hard, the smack of plastic against wood ringing out around her. It was a petulant act, Linda knew that. But at the same time, she couldn't deny it felt good. Which might have been the reason she did it again, her once lonesome stomp turned into a cacophony of stomps of pure pent up rage. To anyone watching from outside Linda surely seemed like a petulant child having caught another child playing with her toys.

But Linda wasn't outside the growing scene, nor was she really paying attention to her surroundings such was her anger. And so too was the reason that her final vicious stomp rocked not only the floor but the table beside her, sending the elegant plastic pitcher of juice tumbling to the floor; which instantly became a flood of orange. Orange that Linda jumped back from hastily, keeping her shoes from the growing puddle. Sadly two of the guests weren't so lucky, the bright liquid washing over and staining their once pristine white high heels. Which wasn't the worst of it really, for even as they glared daggers at the uninvited guest Linda hopped backwards right onto the foot of a third guest, her rapid step followed by a resounding crack as the equally expensive stiletto heel snapped beneath her weight.

'Now look what you have done? Do you know how much those cost?' The freshly aggrieved raven haired woman snarled with pure vitriol.

'Too much I'd guess.' Linda snarled back, matching her tone with her own rage. 'That's what you get for buying such weak shoes. Maybe you should have brought the real thing not an overpriced knock off.'

Linda's victim might have had a cruel comeback of her own in mind, if only Linda had given her the chance to voice it instead of whirling away to face the mildly amused stares of the other assembled women.

'Oh? You think you are better than her?' Linda snapped. 'She's stupid. And so are you. All of you. I mean, you are all friends with Angela for a start. And all stupid enough to think she cares about you. She doesn't care about anyone. But no..like the sycophants you are you all come scurrying at her beck and call. You even try to dress like her, as if regular people dress like this during the day. Or are free for parties middle of the week. Real people have jobs you know, they don't live off their parents money.'

Linda was ranting now, she knew that. But that didn't stop her. Neither did it stop her stalking around the room in almost a daze, her hands swept wide with every proclamation to send things tumbling, be that pictures set on side boards or the delicately carved figure next to them. Even a plate of canap in a woman's hand was sent flying to splat on the floor around her.

'You..' Linda rounded on the closest woman, a lithe blonde with her hair done up in a tight bun. 'Have you ever worked a day in your life? Or does your sugar daddy just pay your way? For I think we all know how you afford your fancy clothes. Don't we, you jumped up harlot.'

'Or you..' Linda continued rounding on her next victim, another blonde with a stern face that utterly failed to make her falter. 'You look like a socialist to me. Maybe even a Communist. Your parents spend some time behind the iron curtain perhaps? Or you..you look like a liberal..complain about everything but won't actually do anything.'

Moving away from the scowl the black haired woman shot her way, Linda rounded on the one who would become her last victim. 'And you..look at you..got a few too many pounds around the middle. Maybe you should lay off the canap, huh?'

'Alright.' Linda spun to face Angela as she rested a hand firmly on her shoulder. 'As much as we have all enjoyed your little comedy routine I think it's time for you to leave.'

'You think I'm just going to leave. Well..you can't make me. Actually, you'll have to make me.' Linda snapped and spun away, having raised her still balled fists before her face. 'Come on. Fight me. I'll teach you a lesson in front of your guests.'

'You can't be serious.' Angela said with a slight sigh.

'Just watch me.' Linda said. Putting actions to her words, she threw a punch right at Angela's smug face. Or tried too, for her rash swing caught nothing but air as Angela dodged to the side, sending Linda tumbling over her outstretched foot.

Not that Angela had meant to trip her, it's just that Linda is naturally clumsy at the best of times so it wasn't exactly unexpected that she ended up prone and sprawled with her full ass presented to the assembled crowd. The growing ripple of laughter burning her cheeks, Linda scrambled back to her feet and squared off against Angela again, very much looking to avenge her wounded pride.

Unfortunately anger and focus often don't go hand in hand, which was why when Linda charged back in with a furious flurry of punches she missed with all but the last one. And even that only managed a light bump on Angela's arm. For Linda, despite her daily workout routine of yoga and Pilates was not one actually suited to a fight. The same thing however couldn't be said of Angela who had taken six months of kickboxing lessons mostly because she fancied the cute instructor. And while she had more been thinking about the two of them intertwined in a variety of intimate and sensual positions rather than the actual mechanics of kicking and punching she had picked up a thing or two about footwork and how to move.

Which, as much as Linda's clumsy ineptitude, was why Angela was able to stay neatly out of her range, dodging her ineffectual punches while retaliating with humiliating counters like tweaking her nose, pinching her ears, tugging on her hair and even slapping her ass as she danced around behind her. Angela soon grew board of this little game however, her next slap a lightly stinging blow to Linda's cheek sending her tumbling to the floor again.

This was met with a titter of amused approval from the assembled crowd who were clearly enjoying her humiliation, something that only stoked Linda's anger even more. It was that anger that twisted her face into a mask of humiliation as she rose with a snarl.

'I'm going to get you for that.' Linda practically screamed as she darted towards Angela, who almost mockingly danced back herself, her light skipping step keeping her a few paces ahead and out of her reach. Until of course, the obvious happened and Linda tumbled to the ground again, her feet having gotten caught up under her.

Her head spinning from the sudden pitch forward, barely had Linda struggled to roll over and lift herself up to a dazed sitting position before Angela loomed over her with her face set into a cruel smile. One that didn't falter even as she grabbed the firm material of her trousers that sat around her hips and tugged on them hard. Thankfully the snug fit Linda had squeezed herself into held and her jeans only slipped an inch, saving her from the humiliation Angela had in mind. Sadly it did not save her all together. For her trousers had slipped far enough to reveal the top of her pale pink panties, the fact that she had flashed even a small part of her underwear to these women made Linda blush hotly.

Her humiliation didn't end there though as Angela grabbed the exposed waistband and with a slow chuckle tugged it upwards, drawing Linda's panties into a cruel wedgie. Which wasn't the worst of it, that came with a snap that rang in Linda's ears as the elastic gave out, leaving her once snug panties hanging loose around her waist, only the tightness of her jeans keeping them in place.

'Cute. I see your mom still buys your panties huh?'

That remark stung as it hit its mark, but Angela still wasn't done though. For even as Linda sat humbled and meekly before her, undone by that one swift move, Angela compounded that weakness by tugging her shirt over her head. Still stunned Linda barely even reacted, until her matching pink bra sat snug around her breasts drawn into a mouthwatering cleavage was revealed the eyes of the women around her. Eyes that were clearly hungry for her humiliation. Which was no doubt what prompted Linda to fling her arms over her barely covered breasts, a little of her earlier fire returning as she glared daggers at Angela.

So much so that she was right on the verge of a sharp retort when something thick, sticky and undeniably wet splattered across her face. Blinded and disoriented, Linda couldn't ignore the slightly sweet taste of cream filling her unwisely opened mouth, leaving her little doubt she had just been hit by a pie.

'What the hell?' Linda screamed, her hands already moving to scrape the cream from her eyes when a bark from Angela had her stopped dead in her tracks.

'Don't you dare. Leave it there.'

Confused, humiliated and sunk back into meekness as the pie was sinking into her hair Linda dropped her hands without a word, trying as best as she can to blink her eyes clear of the sticky cream coating her face in its heavy white mask.

'Now..since you lost..' Angela's sudden whisper in her ear made her start as much as the hand she felt on the waistband of her jeans and left her frozen as she continued. 'You really are mine to do with as I wish. So let's get these off, shall we.'

'No..get off me.' Linda burst out, the full realisation of her plan breaking into her stupor as she desperately kicked and struggled, hoping to do whatever she could to throw off her tormentor. Sadly it was desperation that was largely wasted, her legs quickly pinned by the knees that suddenly rested upon them. Even with her legs trapped, Linda wasn't one to give up easily and so she didn't; having quickly sat up to lunge at Angela or whoever it was who held her down. While Linda might have hoped to carry herself off in the manor of some kind of MMA fighter, in truth the results were almost tragically comical. It was hard to believe someone could be so bad at fighting, almost unrealistically so, but the sad truth was take any nerdy, skinny kid from any playground across the country and you would find a better fighter than Linda. Something plainly obvious simply from the way her rash grab was slapped away by a sharp swat made look all to easy, leaving Linda as easy pickings while her jeans were quickly and deftly unbuttoned to let them be tugged away from her body to leave her only glad in her tight bra and ruined panties. Already this close to being naked, Linda's blush returned in full force as her struggles only grew. Which did nothing to stop Angela with a deftly practiced hand claiming her panties which sat clutched in her hand like a trophy.

Even if she had been able to see that, it wouldn't exactly have been able to focus her attention. No..all of that was on how she was utterly and cruelly almost utterly naked before these assembled women. Oh..how she must look..stretched out on the floor with only her bra to hide behind, her shaved pussy fully on display with her face still slathered in cream. It was more than enough to make Linda want to just run away and hide, to escape the utter embarrassment, humiliation and mortification lancing through her body and mind alike.

Only she couldn't, she was trapped here, held in her humiliation with the women's laughter growing in her ears and adding to her humiliation. Humiliation she couldn't bring herself to stand for. For Linda was stubborn to a fault, her heart ruling her head when often she should have just walked away. So it was with wounded pride fuelling her voice she launched into another furious tirade. 'So..you couldn't beat me fair and square huh? So you had to cheat and use a cheap shot to best me? Guess that really makes you a sore loser huh?'

'Me? Linda dear, it was you that could hardly land a punch on me.' Angela snickered. 'I had you outmatched from the start. I didn't need that trick to beat you. I just wanted to humiliate you. Which is really your fault. As is what else is coming for you.'

That punctured her ego, even if briefly and Linda lapsed into silence to contemplate her fate and her options. For surely even running to her car nearly naked, her clothes reluctantly abandoned, would be better than staying here. For who knows what other terrible humiliations they had planned for her. Linda didn't want to think that but she couldn't help her mind racing with utterly shaming ideas, each worse than the last. Would this soon be posted on YouTube? Her humiliation live-streamed for people around the globe to see? Surely it would be taken down but before how many people had seen it? Or did they have more pies for her? Or something worse, was she going to be tarred and feathered and marched through the streets like a ruined woman? As it turned out, the truth was far worse, a humiliation on a personal level Linda could never have imagined.

'Ohhh...take a look ladies.' Angela's mocking voice intruded again on her thoughts. 'This little slut has shaved herself. I wonder who that is for, hmmm?'

Linda's cheeks burned with a heat and embarrassed swell the like of which she had never felt before. How could she have, she had never been in a situation like this, not even the first time at high school she had showered with her classmates could compare. There she had felt the silent judgement of her body so awkwardly on display while the others so effortlessly flaunted their faultless teenage figures. A similar judgement she faced here, the women stepped back to observe her properly. Leaving her free to run yet those gazes held her with the same force as Angela once had. Linda's head spun, spinning with shame and horror that came from being the utter centre of attention, utterly nude and with nowhere to run. To say nothing of her face still splattered with the remnants of the pies still clinging to her hair, the thought of the sight she must look only adding to her shame.


'Her husband maybe?' The black haired lady who had been on the receiving end of her canapcomment sneered with blatant vitriol. 'He's quite the hunk from what I've heard. Maybe she gets a thrill from having him go down on her shaved cunt?'

'Nah.' The blonde she had so recently called a Liberal joined in with a matching mocking sneer. 'Only one reason a slut shaves herself so wantonly. And that is for the lesbos like her. Nothing a butch dyke likes better than a smooth pussy to lick and suck.'

The other blonde must have taken Linda's shamed squirms as some kind of confirmation as she squatted to cup and lift her head to fix her with a wicked smile. 'That right, sweetie? I can see you attracting the attention of powerful women who quickly take advantage of you once they spy your..charms. The kind who go cruising around for some cute bimbo to bring back to their pad and screw them senseless while they beg and moan for more? Hmmm? Is that right? I wonder how many teenage tongues have tasted you? About as many lesbian pussies that you have eaten out hmm? Unless maybe you like them to finger fuck you like the whore you are.'

Linda cringed, the full frontal attack of this not so silent judgement more than she could take. Every fibre of her body screamed to cover herself but somehow she found herself held back. After all, what good would it do? Even if she pressed her hand between her legs and wrapped an arm around her still thankfully bra covered breasts, she would still be humiliatingly exposed in her nudity. It was that embarrassment at that thought that kept her frozen and helpless.

'Stop it.' Linda screamed, her sudden outburst fuelled by her shame; her humiliation not seeming to have stopped her mouth from working. 'Aren't you talking about yourself? I can see you as the kind to go cruising for a random stranger to take home. I'm sure you've bedded more men and women than you can count..so what are you? Some kind of scarlet woman? That's definitely you, not me. I'm not..'

'..like that?' Angela teased, her outburst seeming to have driven her to push this knife a little deeper. 'So...that means it's your tongue driving them wild as you fuck them until they beg you to make them cum all over your pretty face?'

'Stop it.' Linda screamed again, her shame rising to new and unimagined heights from which she feared she might never come down. 'Stop asking me things like that. Just stop it.'

'Okay.' Angela said with a smile that could have almost been called contrite. 'What kind of ice cream do you love?'

'I..what..Strawberry.' Linda blurted out, the odd question having thrown her so much that the answer slipped from her lips before she could think about it.'

'Perfect.' Angela said sweetly. 'Someone be a dear and go get some strawberry ice cream for Linda here.'

As one of the blondes slipped out to no doubt do that, Angela knelt next to her humbled and humiliated colleague with that self same smile still plastered on her face. 'Sorry we teased you hon. I'm sure you aren't a lesbian. You certainly are the woman of so many men's dreams. But..can your husband keep up with the woman you are? Or do you have to break out the sex toys to satisfy yourself after he is spent and done? I bet you have a huge dildo you love to sink into your pussy as you imagine some stud fucking you.'

'I do not.' Linda screamed. 'You..you..are just..talking about yourself again.' It wasn't the most well thought out or original comeback. But it was the best Linda could start with. And she might have built upon it had she not been interrupted by a voice from the kitchen.

'Hey. I've got the ice cream. Someone left it in the fridge though and it's kinda gone all melty.' That sudden comment thankfully distracted the other women from Linda, even if it couldn't distract her from her thoughts. To her secret shame that thought was closer to the truth than she cared to admit. Sometimes when he was away she did dip into her toys, imagining her husband fucking her as she pleased herself with a vibrating dildo that always got her off so hard.

'That's okay. Bring it here. It's still cool. And we need something to cool this bitch down a bit. I think she is getting a little heated.'

Linda had no idea what that meant until she saw Angela kneeling between her spread legs, the container already raised and poised to tip. That sent a realisation as cold as the condensation marked tub ran down her spine, prompting her gaze to lock firmly upon Angela's.

'No..Nono..please..Angela..don't.' Linda knew she was begging, further debasing herself beyond her current naked state but she couldn't help herself. Not with the sweet, tingling aroma of the ice cream filling her nose. And the thought of how it might feel on her heated skin flooding her mind. That simple notion sent another shiver down her spine. But that was nothing compared to the actual shiver she felt.

For her pleas had fallen on deaf ears, Angela with mocking slowness having poured out a slow dribble of the almost cream like ice cream with only gravity to do the work allowed it to dribble right onto her exposed sex. With a shudder that the assembled women couldn't help but notice, Linda squealed right from the first second the cool mush touched her sex, her shudder coming not just from the cold but also the way it teased her lips and warm flesh like an icy finger, pleasing and tormenting in equal measure.

Had Angela stopped there, Linda might have been able to take it, to adjust to the settling cold touch of the sweet creamy dessert. But she didn't, maintaining that slow pour as more and more of her pussy vanished under the growing layer of icy pink smoothness. As it was Linda could do nothing but squirm, trying her best to ignore the almost sensually teasing caress on her clit and throbbing lips, fighting back the growing instinct to rock against the cool touch. It was humiliation enough to have these women think how shaming this was for her, but for her to let slip how it was really affecting her, that would be worse. Sadly there was worse humiliation to come.

'Right ladies. Flip her.'

That was all the warning Linda got before, like a swarm of bees all obeying their Queen, the assembled women surrounded the still prone Linda and despite her struggles flipped her onto her front with humbling ease. A few seconds ago had anyone asked Linda would surely have said she would preferred to be face down, that position saving her dignity. Now she was less sure. Sure, her breasts were largely hidden from view, pressed as they were into the hard smooth wood below her. But with the way her ass and worse her pussy by virtue of her freshly spread legs were on display was just fresh humiliation, Linda now feeling more like something out of a porn movie. A feeling not helped by the way her tormentors crowded around her rear like horny teens trying to get their first glance at a woman. Even without being able to see them, she could still feel the stares on her upturned ass. That and the laughter and lewd comments that reached her ears only made her cheeks burn again.

'Mmmm...you do have a nice ass.' The unmistakable mocking voice of Angela made Linda squirm again, wishing truly that the Earth would just swallow her now. 'I bet that drove all the girls nutty when they saw that in the gym showers hmmm? Was that when you had your first time with a girl? Convinced some shy blushing thing to worship those cute buns of yours?'

Linda was right on the verge of another desperate retort when, with a shriek of utter shock, her ass surged with the same cool tingle her pussy was still reeling from; Angela having picked just that moment to upend the rest of the tub over her rear. As if the feeling of it running over her fulsome cheeks wasn't enough, she had to endure the shiver inducing feeling of the icy liquid working through her crack as well before pooling down over her pussy. By the time Angela had finished Linda was shuddering in disgust, all of her rear dripping in the chilled pink goo.

'How did that feel Linda dear?' Angela continued with mock kindness. 'I'm sure you feel you've learned your lesson. But we don't think you have yet. So..up on your feet.'

Meekly and still shivering, Linda obeyed, not wanting to think what could happen if she tried to run. Just like the song, if she left it would be double. Which maybe should have been enough incentive to run, but the ongoing humiliation had broken her spirit of defiance. So she just stood before Angela, still mortified by her near nudity but not daring to cover up, silently awaiting whenever she had in mind for her.


'Awww...look at the poor little slut.' Angela teased. 'All undressed and no one to fuck her. Maybe one of us should volunteer. Would you like that sweetie?'

Linda mouthed a silent 'no' which didn't stop Angela from advancing until when was scant inches from her, her lips hovering so close that the slightest movement would have made them kiss.

'Are you sure? I could just kiss you and then eat you out until you cum like the slut you are.' Angela purred wickedly. 'What would your dear husband think about that, hmmm? Would he be surprised how much of a slut you are?'

Linda really had no answer to that, unluckily for her because it allowed Angela to carry on unabated. 'You know..we really should tar and feather a slut like you. But we don't have any. Still...I'm sure we can do something. Off you go girls, bring back whatever takes your fancy.'

As almost one excited gaggle the other girls disappeared, leaving Linda alone with Angela who herself slipped out of the room for a few minutes. A few minutes which Linda could, had she still not been reeling from her humiliation. A humiliation that surely wasn't done yet as Angela returned holding a bottle of baby oil. Something that wasn't the worst of it as the others returned with bottles of honey, shampoo and hand soap both in vibrant pink.

What happened next had to be the most disgusting five minutes of Linda's life; her feet dribbled with sticky honey that oozed between her toes, her legs liberally slathered and smeared with the soap and shampoo respectively, to say nothing of Angela taking great delight in pouring and massaging the baby oil into her pussy. Worse still was the humiliation chosen by the final member of the group, the one whose return she had missed in the hive of activity. Still, there was no way to miss the finger that probed and slipped into her ass, aided by the slippery liquid it was coated in. A liquid that tingled hotly as that too was massaged into her sensitive area.

'Wh..what's that?' Linda shuddered as the hot tingling only grew stronger.

'Chilli sauce, slut.' The raven haired women chuckled. 'And there is more where that came from.'

'What..no...get it off me.' Linda pleased, those pleas falling again on deaf ears, her helpless body succumbing to another dose of the accumulated mess, including another dose of chilli sauce which wasn't now so much tingling her ass as heating it, the sensation hovering on the border of discomfort. Then however she had another discomfort to contend with.

'WHAP.' so caught up in the myriad of disgusting and discomforting feelings had Linda been that she had no way to prepare against the rolled up towel flicked sharply against her butt.

With a yelp more of surprise than pain, instinct took over and Linda spun to turn away from the strike. Which did nothing to stop the next one striking her from the direction she had just turned her back towards.

Truthfully as she spun again, Linda had no idea exactly how much trouble she was in; right in the middle of the loose circle her tormentors had formed, each one now armed with the towels that twice now had inflicted a sharp snap to her sweet derrie. A circle that didn't stop her backing up as Angela advanced on her again, her towel wrapped tight in her hands, her face glowing with that sadistic grin.

'Run, Linda my dear. Run for me.'

Linda didn't need to be told twice, nor did she need to hear the crack of the towel that whipped out to stop an inch from her skin. Despite knowing she was playing right into her tormentor's hands and the humiliation running from them bare ass naked would bring, that was exactly what Linda did.

Her breasts bouncing in a growing rhythm with each step that even the best sports bra couldn't have prevented never mind her flimsy undergarment, she broke into a slow sprint across the room; trying desperately to avoid the ungainly and unrefined wobble that always became her attempts at serious running. Seriously, it was never a pretty sight; arms and legs flailing all over the place like some kind of demented octopus. Sadly her more measured pace utterly failed to keep her safe as Angela delivered another swat to her rear.

Squeaking in shame and shock, Linda darted away from that smack with another burst of speed that..for a few seconds anyway..kept her ahead of Angela with the laughter of the delighted females still ringing in her ears. Until that is another smack cut across that noise.

'Yowch.' Linda squealed almost despite herself, her cheeks now stinging and glowing from that third strike which only drew more delighted laughter to humiliate her further. 'Stop that, you little....No. Nono..please.'

That sudden burst of defiance faded as quickly as it began, falling away in the face of the blonde who advanced on her with towel readied. Fresh dread now raised inside her in the face of this new threat, Linda did all she could. Not really registering that it carried her back towards the still armed and dangerous Angela, Linda swung back the way she came, her hair flung around her head in time with the bouncing of her breasts. This time her mad dash was enough for her to stay ahead of her pursuer, each step keeping her just out of reach of a fresh flick of her towel that tickled her ass with the breeze of its passing.

Of course, it was entirely possible she was just toying with her. Surely if she tried she could easily have caught up with her and delivered swat after swat on her exposed cheeks if she wanted. Yet she seemed to be enjoying teasing and torturing her with the simple threat of another hit if she slowed down. Which of course she did. There was only so much room she had to run of course and sooner or later Linda ran out of room to run, prompting a desperate change of direction via a quick wheel about that wasn't fast enough to avoid another sharp slap.

After all, Linda was trapped within the close confines of the lounge, the relatively open space only allowing her two dozen steps or so before she was forced to pick a different direction. One that always earned her a fresh swat or two, adding to the glowing redness of her butt.

Although it wasn't just her butt that was glowing red, pretty much all of her was suffused with the rosy glow of exertion, her heavier breathing only adding to the bouncing of her chest. For Linda was being run ragged without respite, while her tormentors stayed relatively fresh. Almost like some bizarre tag team match, the ladies kept swapping each other out while prompting Linda to again change track to avoid this new threat. Honestly she had lost track of how many times she had sprinted from one side of the room to the other and back again, her breathing coming in ragged gasps as she again sprinted away from another sharp whap.

'That's enough.' Linda screamed, the humiliation of that slap returning a little fire to her spirit as she turned to face the woman who had been chasing her. 'Stop hitting me.'

Brave though she might have been feeling, all her renewed defiance earned her was more laughter and soft giggles from the assembled audience. Not just because they found her ire deeply amusing but because Linda was blissfully unaware of the new threat behind her.

'I mean it..this has gone on long enough. I'm not going to take you stupid, ugly...yeeeeek.' Linda was cut off mid rant as she felt another strike on her rear. But not a snap or whap, no..more a splat. A heavy splat that went perfectly with the cream flung against her ass, the suddenly thrown pie striking its target directly. Again Linda leapt away from this new threat, but too late. Something that quickly became a pattern. For Linda was now trapped in the middle of a pie firing squad. She barely had the time to register that most of the women before her now were clutching fresh pies ready to be thrown before the deluge started. The first three had struck her exposed butt before she even thought about running, mounds of cream already clinging to her ass and hips. But by then it was too late. All her mad dash did was send her running right into the path of the pies flung directly at her. Within seconds her face, torso and stomach were a wash with cream, each fresh pie landing with a heavy splat against her exposed skin. Blinded and disoriented Linda stumbled to a halt, frantically scrubbing crust and cream from her eyes, only to have something thick and cloying flung over her face. Blinded again she was helpless against the onslaught of chocolate pudding, the sticky dessert flung in handfuls wherever they could aim. Hands flung up she desperately tried to defend herself, doing little to actually protect her. It clung and dripped from her arms, hair, breasts and face with the same heaviness it clung to her stomach and legs, despite how she twisted and squirmed away in a frantic effort to escape this new torment.

Each way she twisted however only opened her up to another hit, more and more of the gloopy pudding striking and sticking to her squirming body. Disoriented and frozen by her sudden lack of sight Linda could really do nothing but hope to outlast the pelting of pudding. No matter how she twisted there was always some part of her waiting as the easy target she was. Any attempt to protect her front simply meant exposing her sides, the flung pudding splattered over her breasts and stomach any way. And if she stood still those aimed shots would only strike her face or hair as well as her boobs and tummy. And she could really do nothing to protect her back, her butt seeming to be a favourite target, the cloying lumps of pudding trickling down her crack and over the lips of her pussy. Which surely would become the target if she was to spin around.

'Stop it..how...spluttt...dare..how dare you...ukkk...do this.' Linda shrieked as best she could, struggling to maintain what little remained of her defiant dignity. 'You..I'll get...splutt...I'll get you all for this...no...stop...I'll get you all..gack...back you'll see.'

Those increasingly weak and futile defiances did as little to help as her struggles, her still sassy and stubborn attitude only seeming to spur them on until Linda was dripping in pudding from head to toe, little more than a sticky brown mass with only a few patches of her skin and hair showing through. Her bra was completely obscured, lost beneath the mass of pudding slowly oozing down her chest, much like her face which was so coated she seemed to be wearing a mud mask.

It was that mask that utterly prevented her from seeing that finally they had run out of pudding, holding her still as Angela approached unseen before her. In fact she was utterly ignorant of her presence until she spoke, her voice full of the promise of fresh humiliation. Humiliation promised by her words.

'Doesn't she look yummy ladies. But..how can we tell. We haven't seen all of her yet. No..I think it's about time we got a look at these goodies of hers.'

It took Linda all of a slow few seconds to work out what that meant, by which time Angela had already reached for her bra. Humiliated and shamed she might have been, but that didn't stop Linda from darting away from those questing hands, blind instinct guiding her to somehow slap away the hands that continued to reach for her.

'Get away.' Linda snapped. 'Seriously, get back. Or I'll.I'll...hit you. I mean it. I'll wipe that smug smirk from your face with one punch. '

Sadly that remark didn't exactly have the desired effect, Angela's smirk only growing as if to remind her how well that had worked last time. And it certainly didn't help this time. Not as her blinded state prevented her from seeing Angela reach for her, the only warning she had being a subtle tug of her bra. She tried to duck away but it was too late for Angela despite her struggles deftly released the delicate clasps at the back. Which didn't stop her glaring daggers at where she judged Angela to be.


'Don't you dare, this is assault. This is rape. My lawyer will eat you for breakfast. Will eat you alive. No. Don't. I'll sue you for this, dammit.'

Linda's panicked screams did nothing to stop Angela from swiftly removing her bra, leaving her utterly naked beneath the coating of sticky pudding, her breasts now fully on display and highlighted amidst the brown muck that covered the rest of her skin. Blinded as she was, she really had no chance at grabbing it back even had her hands been free. Much to the enjoyment of the assembled women who, almost as one person, celebrated the stripping of the last vestiges of her utterly tattered modesty; a celebration punctuated by cheers, applause, wolf-whistles and a series of strange popping sounds that Linda would later discover were firecrackers. That really was the last straw of her humiliation, the way the were celebrating her utter stripping like some kind of mini parade. In fact even if Linda was being paraded through the streets she doubted she could feel much more embarrassed that she did now.


'Mmmm...very nice. You have very nice breasts.' Angela said with genuine if cool approval. 'I bet you just love to have the squeezed and touched. So..why should I deny you that?'

'No..don't..get you...mmmm.' Linda's protest dropped away in the face of the way Angela cupped her breasts in her palms, pushing her nipples against her smooth skin. 'Ohhh...let me...ahhh...let me go.'

'Why..you seem to like it.' Angela chuckled, letting her palm mash and circle her breast and nipple with a touch that only stoked her shame higher. 'And why not..these are delicious. And natural too. Not a hint of silicone or anything.'

'Really?' Linda had no idea who asked that question, but that didn't stop her stiffening as she heard the next words. 'This I have to feel.'

Before Linda could even protest, she felt herself surrounded with bodies pressed against her from all sides. Which was nothing to the hands and fingers that brushed, caressed, pinched and stroked every inch of her breasts they could get, an overwhelming barrage of sensation that brought her back to the limits of her humiliation. Then quickly but not soon enough those hands were pulled away as Linda uttered an unbidden relief, temporary as it might be.


'Like that huh? Well..you might not enjoy this. Let her have it.'

Once again Linda found herself trapped in the path of messy deluge. Like last time there was nothing she could do to stop the pies laden with fluffy shaving cream from surging against her body. And surged they did, not thrown or tossed but rather pushed against her body, letting her feel the inches of cream surrounding her flesh. The first target was her face of course, further adding to her disorientation as her eyes were further coated in a heavy mound of the silky cream, the thin paper plate that carried it plastered over her face leaving her looking a utterly silly sight. Her head spinning from the loss of vision and the mass cloud surrounding her ears and muffling her hearing, it was impossible for Linda do anything against the next pie that was surely coming. And that came with magnificent effect as her boobs largely untouched by the mess had received where unceremoniously clapped against two pies, the creamy mass driven against her chest by the woman who had slipped up behind her, her body pressed hard against the naked Linda as she smeared the smooth cream down over her stomach, then back up to coat her boobs again. That was not the end of the ordeal for her breasts as all the women seem determined to make up for lost time, slapping pie after pie onto her boobs with a various amount of fondling and groping each time, the now stiff peaks of her nipples buried beneath inches of fluffy cream. Layers that didn't stop those hard buds being pinched and tweaked to further squeaks of unwilling and humiliating shame that burned up to her cheeks.

Which was nothing to the feeling of disgust as one hugely mounded pie was slapped against her mound, the creamy whiteness driven hard against her lips and the soft folds beneath. Even without the feeling of fingers parting those lips, Linda couldn't help another groan of defeated shame that rolled unbidden from her mouth, both fearing and hating the feeling of a hand stroking her pussy touching her only as her husband had. Of course, Linda didn't want that pleasure, her mind rebelling against it. Overall it was her mind that won out, driving away that pressure as she readied another defiant salvo.

'You really are sick, enjoying this aren't you? Perverts, all of you. That's what you. Does it make you feel big to act out your depraved fantasies this way?' That was it. All the built up humiliation and shame had again reached breaking point for Linda. And while a small part of her couldn't help fearing what else they might do, the rest of her figured there wasn't anything worse they could do. 'How dare...dare..you do this me? Hmmm? How dare you? How dare you?'

Linda punctuated each petulant question with a stamp of her foot, well aware that she was launching into a full temper tantrum and yet not really caring about that. Each stamp of her foot that continued while she left those questions hanging in the air did at least vent some of the anger she felt, even if she still had more bubbling up in her.

'How dare you treat me this way? Well..how dare you? Well?' Linda asked, each well followed by another furious stamp. Okay, so she didn't exactly look furious beneath the mass of foam rolling down her body with each stamp but she certainly sounded it. 'Well..I'll tell you. You can't. You. Can't. Treat. Me. Like this. Do you hear me? You..awful people? That's what you are. And stuck up snobs. Oh yes. Stuck up with sticks up your butts. That's you..all of you.'

'That's enough out of you.' Angela snapped, sounding as fed up with the tirade as Linda was with the treatment that had caused it. 'Ladies..do shut her up will you.'

'You can sh...eeekkk.' Linda shrieked the loudest shriek she had uttered this whole time. And no wonder given the icy cold bucket of water unceremoniously and cruelly poured over her head, the heavy bitterly cold deluge washing away the cream that still clung to her body to form a bubbling pool around her feet.

'Y..y..yu..you..bi..bi..bi.' Linda stammered through chattering teeth, her arms wrapped desperately around herself as if trying to hold in what little warmth remained her.

'Awww..is the lesbian slut cold?' Angela chuckled. 'Let's warm her up, hmmm?'

Linda both didn't and did like the sound of that, fearing no doubt some new humiliation. And it was definitely dislike that won out. True, the trio of massive buckets of steaming custard upended over her shivering body did drive away the cold, but there was no way to ignore the cruelly bizarre feeling as it steamed a path all over her body, huge waves of yellow slop claiming her head, shoulders, breasts and back in one cloying rush, a good deal of that rush pouring between her spread legs and over her pussy. It was truly a wicked mix of sweet relief and icky disgust that Linda couldn't even process, her head raised with a look of bewildered shock not hidden behind the coat of yellow slathered all over her body.

One that didn't stay covering her for long. Again Linda was helpless to protect herself against the fresh deluge of cold water that descended in an icy rush from her head to her toes, the heavy gush leaving her spotlessly clean and shivering madly.

'Awww...was that cold too? Here..let me give you something to wear.' Angela chuckled, a chuckle that grew louder as Linda raised her head in deep fury to see her holding her panties delicately from one finger.

'What g..go..good..are..th..those go..going t..t..to..dddo.' Linda stuttered through chattering teeth.

'Well..if you don't want them..' Angela teased, her words having just the effect she had hoped.

'Give me those.' Linda barked as she dived for the tantalisingly close panties. Only for Angela to chuck them to another of her cronies before her fingers closed on the fabric.

What followed was a cruel game of monkey in the middle, with Linda desperately dashing across the circle of woman who had now moved to surround her; following the now scrunched ball of her panties that she remained just a few steps behind. She was playing their game she knew she was. But she was too caught up in her furious desperation to reclaim something of her dignity along with a small victory over her tormentors.

Ultimately though, all she ended up doing was actually losing more of her dignity. It was bad enough that she couldn't grab the outstretched panties even when they let her get really close before tossing them away. But to add to her humiliation each time she turned to chase after them she would be rewarded with another slap on her still wet ass. Only not from the towels this time, no, these were more teasing but no less shaming slaps from the hands of the girls who were obviously enjoying this new sport.

And that wasn't all they were enjoying either. As noted earlier, Linda isn't in the greatest of shape and soon was panting, which brought a new dimension to her torment. Sensing she was tiring, the last girl to catch her panties didn't throw them on but rather, still holding them outstretched danced backwards lightly before Linda, keeping them frustratingly out of reach. A merry dance with left Linda staggering around the edge of the circle, each stumbling step bringing her no closer to reclaiming her prize. And, with her exhausted state, left her vulnerable to the hands that groped, caressed and stroked her breasts as she stumbled past, some even pinching her nipples with varying degrees of sharpness that more often than not left her wincing.

At least until Angela's voice called out over the growing laughter. 'That's enough ladies. We need to wrap this up.'

Linda, who had staggered to a halt to draw in shaky rapid breaths, didn't like the sound of that. And with good reason. Even with the pulse that pounded in her ears from her exertions, there was no hiding the soft squeaking noise behind Linda, one that prompted her to turn; turn in an almost horror movie slow motion as she saw the huge Gunge tank being wheeled across the lounge right towards her. Now, anyone else would have been forgiven for asking where the heck they had gotten that. But Linda, paralysed by the sight of the daunting Perspex prison that surely was meant for her, could only stand with mouth open in a soft whine of horror. A whine that only grew as Angela unlatched and opened the blocky square door, revealing a equally blocky and square box maybe three feet across.

'No..no..you can't put me in that. No..let me go.' Linda's panicked screams came too late as the pair of blondes grabbed and arm each and dragged her kicking and struggling towards the waiting box. And she had good reason to panic, it's hardly the first time she had seen one of these. As anyone who has family with kids she had babysat for cousins a few times, mostly on a Saturday morning when their parents had a million other things to do. And one thing they loved to watch was Saturday morning tv, which always seemed to come up with some excuse to trick or persuade some hapless celebrity into one of these things where they would be liberally drenched in icky sloppy slime. Of course, her two cousins had loved it, but Linda had always felt a shudder of revulsion imagining her inside such a tank, a dread fear she had been sure would never come true.

'Let me go...no...no..you horrible little trollish people..get off me..perverts.' Linda shrieked, her panicked struggles only intensified as she was now inches from the door, her renewed fighting spirit doing nothing to stop her being hoisted up over the slight lip and shoved firmly inside.

'Nooo.' Linda screamed, frantically having fought her headlong stumble, her balance regained as she dashed back towards the door...just in time to see Angela slam it closed in her face, the heavy click of the latch locking in place echoing around her ears.

Her heart pounding a million miles an hour, Linda lunged at the solid Perspex that had indeed become her prison, her fists beating on the sturdy plastic as she desperately tried to find a way out. Even as she tried she knew it was hopeless, the heavy latch resisting the frantic pressure she applied against it. Panic bubbling up inside her mind, Linda frantically darted her gaze from one wall to another, desperately seeking a way out. Until a rap on the door attracted her attention and she spun quickly to see Angela grinning at her, her hands wrapped around a sturdy rope no doubt connected to the tank at the top of the chamber.

Breathing a wordless 'no' Linda retreated to the rear of the tank, her arms, bare back and butt pressed desperately against the cool plastic. She had no idea why or what could it would do but it was all it could think of.

As it happened, it did no good at all, even backed up as far as she could go, there was no escaping the sticky green deluge that gushed forth the second Angela tugged on that cord. Head dipped there was nothing to stop the heavy stream that spread all over her head. In an instant both she and the chamber were awash in swirled green and blue that bubbled and rolled down her naked and defenceless shoulders and breasts even as she screamed and squirmed. Screams and squirms that did nothing to stop her becoming utterly trashed, her breasts highlighted by the slime gushing over them in a gooey river.

As her gunging continued and over the sound of the still gurgling rushing slime, Linda heard something else that made her ears burn with fresh shame. Applause. Applause and laughter, the assembled women clearly loving this most terrible of shaming punishments, at least in her mind.
Resigned to her complete humiliation, Linda almost meekly took the continuing gunging, her head hung as she silently prayed for it to be over. Sadly for her the tank was larger than she thought and when it finally emptied a full minute later, there wasn't a part of her that wasn't drenched and dripping in slime. Something she had the closeness of the tank to thank for, since there was no way to escape any of the slime. And it was there she stood still dripping slime, the slow trickle off of the Gunge not abating the laughter surrounding herself one bit.

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That laughter still rang in her ears as Linda frantically scrubbed the sticky slime from her hair, allowing the pouring shower to hopefully wash the worst of it from her body. The part of her that isn't still caught up in her humiliation almost couldn't believe that Angela had actually let her shower off in her bathroom. She wouldn't have been at all surprised if she hadn't just thrown her out with her clothes in a bundle and expected her to drive home still dripping Gunge. And another part of her suspected some further trick, but that was drowned out by the soothing, if temporary, relief of a gloriously warm shower. Sadly temporarily was right, barely had Linda rinsed the rest of the slime from her hair to leave her thankfully clean than the once hot water suddenly and horrible became icy cold.

With an ear piercing shriek, Linda darted from the shower and the bathroom both, shivering from head to toe until she came face to face with Angela who stood with the cruel smirk back on her face.

'Y..y...you..d...did...th..that on..on...pur..purpose.' Linda managed through chattering teeth.

'Of course.' Angela chuckled. 'I'm not wasting good hot water on a slut like you.'

'I'm not a slut.' Linda snapped harshly, the shame of the memory of the times she had been called that driving the cold away a little.

'Aren't you? Parading around my house utterly naked?'

That question hit its mark, Linda blushing madly as she desperately tried to cover up; one hand pressed against her pussy while her other arm wrapped around her breasts. Her desperate actions only brought another chuckle from Angela's lips.

'Oh...stop it Linda. It's not like I haven't seen it before.'

Those harsh words stung, more so because she had gotten she was naked. And it was that fresh humiliation that launched Linda into another full on stomping tantrum. 'You ugly mean cow of a..a..cow.' Linda fumed. 'You are just so..ugly..and..stupid and..and ugly..you..stupid..mean..mean woman.'

'Linda, do shut up.' Angela replied, her cruel smile even broader as she grabbed her wrist and, making good use of her free hand, worked the wedding ring off her finger despite Linda's protests and forced it deep into her pocket before dragging her firmly towards what turned out to be the bedroom. 'I've got a better use for that sharp tongue of yours. And I'm going to make sure it gets a lot of use.'

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Two weeks had passed since Linda's cruel humiliation at the hands of her rival Angela and the memory of it still stung even now. Something she had with a great deal of effort hidden from Sam. She hated lying to him but she honestly felt she would die of shame if he knew a fraction of what had happened to him. So she had managed to pass her discomfort off as a pile of work stress. Stress and discomfort that tonight would surely go some way to alleviating. For Sam, being Sam, had decided that the best way to cheer her up was to take her out for her birthday that happened to be rolling around. And to the best restaurant in town. Which also happened to be her favourite.

Now Linda being Linda, this was more than just a luxurious distraction from her shamed mortification; this was a opportunity, a chance to rub how good her life was in other people's faces. Something her social media presence is perfect for. Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Pinterest...if it existed in the social media sphere then Linda was on it. And all of them were bombarded with a flurry of updates about her upcoming dinner date. While the wording might have been different, the overall message was the same. Look how lucky I am to have a man like this, look at how he is spoiling me.

Now...had Linda stopped there, then things might have gone if not unnoticed then at least uncommented on. But Linda wasn't done. And she couldn't resist sending a personal and heavily gloating message to Angela, listing in great detail exactly how Sam was going to spoil her. Dates..places..times; all came spilling out onto the digital page upon which she crafted her crowing taunt. Let Angela choke on that, let this show her that she isn't letting what she did hold her back from anything. As I said, she should have stopped there. But she didn't.

Still..what did Linda care. Finally her birthday arrived and with far less extravagance than Linda's arrival at the restaurant. For Linda had really gone all out for this special evening. It couldn't be denied she looked stunning in the bespoke and perfectly tailored dress of red satin that shimmered with even the slightest breeze. Tight around the waist and bust and very very low cut, forming a deliciously subtle cleavage that showed she wasn't wearing a bra as much as the artfully open back that cut right down to just above her rear. Patent red stiletto heels completed the outfit, but by no means completed her look. For as much as Linda had spent on her dress, equally had she splashed out with her stylist. It had been the work of several hours work, of a painstaking effort to perfectly style out a look that would have given a red carpet a-list celebrity a run for her money. For everything had to be just so, the perfect parting, the perfect angle of her hair framing her sweetly cute face. For Linda was here to be seen tonight.

And she was seen, that was for certain. She couldn't deny she got a tiny thrill of delectable pleasure from the wave of stares that followed her to her table, stares that no doubt earned the husbands, boyfriends and partners they belonged to a few frosty stares in return. But she didn't care about that, there was only one man she wanted a reaction from. And that was her Sam. Annoyingly that was something she was denied, given he was conspicuous by his absence. No doubt picking up some last minute surprise that would make her day complete.

As it happened, there was a surprise heading Linda's way. Just not one she expected. Or wanted. For the last thing she wanted to see at this moment was Angela. Which, to her horror and silent fury, was just who walked into the restaurant to another ripple of envious stares.

And why not. Humbling as it was to admit, Angela did look amazing. Her dress of crushed green silk looked every bit as expensive and bespoke as Linda's, the slightly more high cut item doing nothing to hide her gorgeous curves, every inch of it perfectly tailored to her toned figure. Even the skirt hugged her legs tightly as she walked, which she did now, striding towards her table with that smirk Linda had come to dread and loath in equal measure.

'Oh dear..hubby not here yet?' Angela wasted no time with that broadside, promoting a scowl from Linda.

'He will be here soon. You'll see. Actually, you won't. I'm sure you were just leaving.'

'Actually...he won't.' Angela chuckled. 'Not since I locked him in his office. I'm sure a decent locksmith should be able to get him out. In a few hours.'

'You what?' Linda was on her feet in a flash. 'You...you..bring him here right now. Do you hear?'

'You know...' Angela continued as if she hadn't spoken. 'I think it's only fitting for the birthday girl to be in her birthday suit.'

'It most certainly is not.' Linda's scream and petulant stamp drawing a few glances her way. 'Now..go and get my husband and get back to your pathetic life.'

Angela's only response was a continuation of that wicked stare as she advanced on Linda who, remembering the last time they had tussled, decided to make a break for it. Sadly not fast enough as a hand snagged onto the back of her dress, slender fingers curling into the material and tugging her backwards. Well..a few paces backwards anyway. That was all the silk could take before it ripped with a soft shrrrppp. With a scream of rage that proved ill-advised, Linda spun just in time for Angela to lunge for, grab and tear the already ruined fabric from her bodice, the whole body of the dress coming away in one piece to leave her breasts fully in view to anyone who was watching. Which was everyone.

'Hehe..doesn't she look gorgeous everyone.' Angela crowed gleefully in the face of Linda's shame, drawing a few squirm educing cheers and full on laughter at her expense. Clearly their shock had worn off and they were looking forward to the impromptu show.

'You can see she takes care of herself.' Angela continued. 'And look at those boobs everyone. Perfectly natural and great for squeezing. Look how she can barely hide them all even with her arms. And trust me, her ass is just as delicious. As you will see for yourself soon enough.'

This sudden shock of that statement won another scream, one of unbridled shame as Linda desperately clung to her exposed breasts with both arms, having tightened the grip she had already thrown around them, somehow only highlighting both her embarrassment and nudity. For Angela though that wasn't enough, as she advanced on Linda who backed up as far as she could, taking a series of quick steps until her rear collided with a table, which earned her another round of deeply amused laughter and a few whispered comments the words of which she couldn't catch.

Frozen and trapped, Linda could do nothing to stop Angela grabbing on the still clinging on bottom of her dress before that too was yanked away. At least, do nothing without exposing her chest again as she fought to defend herself. Which she still tried, leaving one hand protecting her modesty while the other tried to drive Angela away. An effort which all proved for naught as Angela, with one firm tug, dragged the rest of her dress away to leave her clad only in her lacy black panties that barely concealed any of her pussy. As if to add insult to injury her once gorgeous dress was discarded like so much rubbish.


Hyper aware of the diners stares and the odd murmur of shock, Linda screamed in shock of her own, her arms desperately pressed against her to cover her nudity as best she could. Which still left her naked before this assembled crowd, much to her shame. A shame that only grew as with a tight pinch on her ear, Angela dragged her over to a empty table despite Linda's frantic struggles. Struggles that railed against whatever new torment Angela had planned for her and yet were utterly futile as she yanked her panties clean off with a soft snap of the fragile fabric. Linda would never forget how she squirmed at this terrible shame, made all the worse by the way Angela highlighted her utter nudity with some cheek burning squeezes and slaps that had her jiggling and whimpering much to the delight of the watching crowd. Delight that only grew as those slaps became a firm dozen hard swats to her ass despite her protests, her cheeks burning with shame that matched the heat in her rear cheeks that bounced with each hit.

'See..isn't that such a great view?' Angela smirked. 'Have you ever seen such a cute ass and a delicious pussy? Don't they both look good enough to eat?'

Pausing to let that sink in, Angela let the laughter fade before she continued. 'In fact, isn't she just delicious all over. Toned tummy, long legs, cute face, nice breasts and ass. Just the kind of girl you'd love to bed, am I right?'

The laughter and found of applause that followed was far worse than any replies Linda could have heard, but despite all that it was still Angela's words that stung the most. Linda would have done anything to cut out those comments, clap her hands over her ears, anything. Yet she didn't dare move to defend herself against this shameful teasing. As if that wasn't bad enough, Angela seemed to delight in abusing her new found power to drag her up again to take one humiliating selfie after another. In this flurry of camera snaps Linda found herself subjected to countless kisses from her lips to her breasts to her shaved pussy and back up again. Once she even found herself spread against the table again, her exposed back passage fully shown to the phone that clicked gleefully away, punctuating the shocked whispers and gasps from the audience watching this utterly shaming lewd display that somehow no one was stopping.

'You hateful little woman.' Linda screamed, her fists beating on the table as her legs stamped on the floor below, her rage having taken hold of her sensibilities once again and dragging her down into another uncontrolled tantrum. 'I'll get you for this. I'll make you pay so much. It's not fair what you do to me. It's not. But I'll get you back. You see. You'll see!!!'

All that really did was draw more laughter from the audience, prompting Linda to sink back into her shame, hoping it was over. But it wasn't. Just when she thought it couldn't get any worse, Angela dragged her back up to show her in all its glory the huge cake being wheeled before her, the perfectly smoothed iced surface before her easily four feet across decorated with a ring of ten candles.

'Blow them out and make a wish Linda dear.' Angela purred. 'Unless you want another spanking.'

Horrified by that idea, Linda didn't hesitate, furiously wishing to flee somehow. Barely had she finished that prayer before Angela delivered a slow kiss to her lips again with a whisper of Happy Birthday and then her face was cruelly slammed into the cake, moist sponge filling her mouth and surrounding her ears even as she struggled, Angela firmly holding her down with a hand locked tight around her hair, the crowd around her breaking into muffled laughter as Linda screamed her own muffled wail of shame deep into the cake.

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Despite another terrible humiliation Linda somehow managed to make it into work the next day with her head held high to find colleges gathered around a monitor, all of them sniggering and laughing. Hoping to offset her bad mood with someone else's misfortune Linda sauntered over, only to find her staring at a picture of herself spread eagled on Angela's bed, utterly naked with her shaved and clearly aroused pussy on display. Thankfully her face was pixilated and the only caption was Birthday Girl Freshly Fucked but that did nothing to stop her shame returning full force as her colleagues obviously enjoyed the sight of her so humiliated. And there wasn't just one picture either. Angela seemed to have gone snap happy, posing her in numerous shaming positions while she leaned over her fully clothed; suckling her breasts, cupping her breasts, taking unwilling kisses, even having flipped her to show off her round ass straight to the camera. Linda remembered that one all to well, remembering her struggles as Angela held her down to take one final selfie with them both cuddled and embraced like best friends. To make matters worse her phone beeped at that moment with an incoming message, which proved to be from Angela.

'I hope you like the picture my dear Linda. I know I do. By the way, I've got your ring and panties in pride of place. Of course, you are more than welcome to come round and get them. If you earn them.'

Linda read that message a few times, her whole body shaking in a wave of desperate shame that culminated in a high pitched shriek that echoed from one end of the office to the other.

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well..this one was a little different. But that is often the joy of taking a Commission. The opportunity to try out ideas you maybe wouldn't have thought of yourself. And this one was a lot of fun to write. This is only my second foray into the world of Slapstick WAM and I'd like to think I pulled it off. Himannv certainly seemed to enjoy the end results. I'd be more than happy to pen another like this, once I open commissions again. Until then, maybe a few slapstick ideas into my Patreon. It would be cool if you guys could check out my profile there.

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