GARBAGE GIRL



All written content is copyright of Mr Andrew Wilcock,
any unauthorised publishing or editing is strictly forbidden
without written permission from the author.
The characters and events in this story are entirely
fictional, any resemblance to persons, whether alive or
dead is purely coincidental.



Chapter One:




JENNY SAT ON a chair in the play pit in the garage,
her hands bound to the back of the seat. Opposite
were three wheely bins that had various amounts
of mess in them.
Steve filled another bucket of slop from one and
threw it at her chest.
The grey goo splattered down the front of her
shiny green blouse, well, we say shiny. It was at the
start of the day, now it was smelly, rank mess.
Her hair is stuck to her face, the left sleeve of the
blouse had two big tears it, yet was still buttoned up
at the cuff?
He lifted two pies off a table and attacked her in
the head with them.
No you b'stard! she play squealed.
He was in no mood to give her any leeway, she had
to cop it and that was that.
In one of the bins were several jars of curry sauce.
The lids flew off, the contents splattered over her
knee length black leather skirt.
Eeeewww you stink Garbage Girl, he laughed.
Her voice oozed brattiness, Is that all you've got?
This was a cue for a dire bombardment, he went
over to the third bin, a bucket bobbed up and down
on top of the yellow goo! The pail was filled, the
contents hurled down her front.
She rocked from the impact and muttered under her
breath with a shiver of pleasure. More, give me more!
He picked up several pies and splattered them onto
her boobs.
Above her head another bucket was suspended from
the roof. He pulled the lever, the contents rained down,
flour, a lot of flour! Her outfit was in a bad way. Next
came the margarine.
God, no! she whimpered.
He took no prisoners in the hair department, the stuff
was rubbed into the roots, then he moved away and
looked her over.
You sod, let me go. You cannot wreck me, its not
allowed! She giggled, then looked at the floor.
He returned to the bin of gunge and half filled his
bucket and stepped back.
She struggled against her bonds, but was doomed and
knew it.
He marched over and pulled back her hair to tip her
head upwards, then dumped the bucket in her face.
The slime mixed with the flour finished her hairstyle.
Oh, look what you have done to me! She
whimpered, her submissive side exploded with the
destructive messy play.
Several cartons of custard left a table and were squirted
up her skirt to invade the satin panties.
She let fly with several submissive squeaks. These
made him laugh, he tried to stay in character and
managed, just!
He pointed to her top, Right bitch, are you going to
give? Otherwise I'm going to tear this impressive blouse
to pieces!
NO, please, SIR! I need this for work, I was thinking
of sewing up the damaged arm? She cracked up as he
spoke.
He surveyed the battlefield and thought, more vile
items! In the middle bin were jars of sweet and sour
sauce, that should do the trick! These got tipped down
the back of her outfit, she wriggled, but couldn't escape.
More rank stuff was in order, this time mushroom
soup smeared over her face, handfuls drowned her hair
and anywhere else she could not defend. He added
some harsh comments to break her down. YOU DIRTY
SLUT JENNY, I SHOULD LET WORK KNOW HOW MUCH
OF A DEGRADED WHORE YOU ARE!
No sir, please, sir. Do as you must, sir. Anything but
that. She was submissive.
He knew now was the time to dismantle her and use her.
Right bitch, this blouse is getting torn open!
She looked up and smiled, No please, I need to keep
this for a client next week. Then added puppy dog eyes.
For a moment he crumbled, the look could melt butter,
but! A pie somehow landed in her face?!? SPLODGE!
She rocked back and shook her head to try and remove
some of the debris. After several splutters to clear her
mouth. Is that all you've got, sir? Bring it, sir.
All this took place because of what happened Thursday
night.



Chapter Two:




THE DAY HAD started early as the pair had appointments,
Steve had to take the car to the garage for some wheel
trims, then the rest of the day was his own.
Jenny had a packed roster at work, she needed to dress
in formal office attire as they had guests in to sign a
contract.
It was Friday, this meant it was play day. They had
chatted about a session in bed last night.
She had said, Will you destroy me in my office clothes?
Yeah, of course I will babe, I thought you had guests
tomorrow, paper work to sign, stuff like that?
Oh, we have. I was thinking after work. There's a green
satin blouse that's crying out to get trashed, soaked,
painted and ripped.
Sounds good to me.
I've also got a knee length black leather skirt that needs
a good dose of vandalism as well. She giggled.
How much time do you spend looking in your wardrobe,
planning these dire escapades?
Not that long, I just get the urge to get you to
dismantle me in an outfit, then it's on.
He nodded, then flicked off the bed side lamp and played.
Ooh Steve.

Jenny got ready upstairs, she planned to arouse Steve
when the moment came. With this in mind, she paid more
attention to her lingerie. Flesh coloured stockings with a
white suspender belt went on. Satin panties and a white
satin bra were in order, so he could heave her breasts
over the cups and tit slap her. Would he spit on her and
spank her? The more they indulged, the more their limits
rose.
Steve was outside with the car, she waved at him
through the kitchen window with a piece of toast in her
mouth to tell him her lift had arrived and she was off.
He waved back and used hand signals to tell her she
needed to be fucked there and then. Of course, she loved
every moment.
Once the garage trip was done, he returned to the
kitchen and found a note on the table.
Babe, I want a good trashing after work, in the house
and the garage. Please fill the three rubbish bins with goo,
gunge and the worst dire crud you can get out of the
cupboards. To hurl, throw, smear and rub into my outfit.
Of course tie me up and abuse me rotten, you know what
I like babe, destroy me... Yours, Jenny xxx
He knew the rest of day would include the construction
of several contraptions to mess her up in.
In their play garage they had horrible things like curry
sauce, so no problem there. One bin could be filled with
gunge, another all sorts of dire tins and jars of muck.
Maybe the last should be filled with watery compost.
Hmm? Should I put Jenny in it at the end, then climb in
and fuck her?
So it was set, a dire session was on. Maybe there could
be some play in the kitchen first? If they used the bins,
maybe the contents out of the house could get emptied
over her as well?

Jenny's day was one long formal occasion, the visitors
needed a tour of the business. The owner was a tad
nervous as it was a big day, this deal could set the
company up for the next five years, so there was quite
a bit of pressure. The plans went off without a hitch.
Both parties gelled well, a good relationship was on
the cards.
Once the clients had left she went into the ladies to
check her outfit, she wanted to look impeccable for
Steve.
She eyed it up in the mirror, it was destined to be
trashed. Messy sex loomed, along with vile, messy
humiliation, bliss.

The afternoon was pleasant so Jen walked home, her
lift had gone away for the weekend and they had left
straight after work.
The sunlight reflected off her clothes which made
them look even shiner than they were.
Her heart raced with the anticipation of what Steve
had been up to. How much mess had he got?
Would it be in the house and the garage? She hoped
so.
She strode past a greengrocers and noticed some
cucumbers, hmm? Should we? Before she knew it, a
purchase had been made, a long one! Yep, he could
cut in half and insert it - maybe both holes?
She spied Karen about town and waved, then
indicated that a session was on.
Karen noted the vegetable and laughed, she knew
what was about to happen!
Several guys travelled past in a van and gave out
a couple of wolf whistles, Jenny knew her attire was
spot on. She was ready to be vandalised in any way
Steve saw fit. A couple of times she glanced at her
outfit and wondered what was about to get
splattered all over it?



Chapter Three:




JENNY SNUCK HER head round the door. All was quiet,
the kitchen was tarped up! Apart from the table?!?
Where was Steve?
She ventured in and put down her bag, then checked
behind the entry in case he was hidden with pies and
other ammo.
He was upstairs and sounded serious. Jen come and
look at this!
She climbed and noted him with spanners, a problem
with the toilet? God, not today!
She ventured in.
He followed and pushed her onto her knees, Time for
a horrible face wash!
She tried to battle her way out, but failed!
He got behind her and cuffed her wrists. The seat flew
up.
She said, No please, I'm an office worker, you cannot
do this!
Get yer' head in there bitch, he growled.
The forceful tone made her sub. SPLOSH! She went in
face first!
He flushed!
Water cascaded over her head, the neck and collar of
her blouse got soaked!
He pulled her up and pinned her against the wall, then
gazed into her sodden face. Her make up had run, which
gave her panda eyes.
To her surprise he laid a passionate kiss on her. His left
hand slid inside her skirt and entered her panties!
God, yes, Steve, she muttered.
He lead her down the stairs to the kitchen. The house
bins were lined up on top of the work surfaces, front room,
bathroom and kitchen.
His ammunition - all the bits and pieces they had
discarded!
He said, Legs apart bitch!
She glimpsed down, spreader bars were attached to her
ankles. Now movement was an issue, he would need to
lead her round.
Her submissive side craved the domination.
He forced her onto the lino and made her lie down on
her back.
She watched as he rooted through the waste baskets.
Surely he wouldn't tip the stuff over her?.. Would he?!?
Would the fridge would come into play? Also, the
cucumber was required. I've brought a present home,
sir. It's in my bag!
He went to investigate and returned with the vegetable
of the day! You filthy fucking slut Jen, what do you think
we could do with this? Shove it up your fanny! He
sounded sharp and in command.
Yes, sir. If you feel I need sorting that way, sir.
Filthy bitch. Talking about dirt, lets see what we have
in these bins? He rooted round in the kitchen waste
holder and produced a pot noodle, this got tipped it over
her breasts and face.
EEEW! she shouted.
Next came a wrapper that had bits of mouldy cheese in
it, that went in her hair. A curry tray from a takeaway
got to see the light of day. The sauce got tipped inside
her blouse, the liquid seeped over her left bra cup.
You fucker, she muttered.
Shut it slag. He stood over her and fiddled about in
the left overs, there was a dirty orange that had a few
slices left, this was squeezed over her legs. The bathroom
disposal got rooted through. Oh look at this Jen, an
old knackered tube of toothpaste.
No, show mercy. I have curry seeping into my left
armpit!
He got the old paste, pushed the final bits out and
rubbed it under her nose.
Oh, you utter bastard! she gasped.
Aroused by the domination and humiliation, she noted,
he sported a huge hard on!
The fridge door opened and cold yogurt came out. He
teased her, would he?
She was up for it and decided to let him know. You
gonna bark all day little doggy, or you gonna bite?
Well, she got a playful slap across the face for that.
You cheeky slut, he declared.
Yes, sir, sorry sir. Do what you will with me, sir.
She revelled in the play. She prayed he would yank her
forward by her hair.
He did!
She was on her knees, cold yogurt got poured down her
back. She attempted to lick his cock through his pants!
He knew what she wanted.
A bottle of water appeared from the fridge, he chugged
a few slurps, leant back and spat in her face.
God, more sir. Do it now, she gasped.
He did, this time down the front of her blouse. More liquid
was swigged, then her knee length skirt was lifted and he
spat over her panties.
Yes, now. Spit on me sir, in my face, sir. she blurted.
No! Fuck you Jen, you've not earned that right yet.
She lay back down to invite him to pour more mess over
her and unleash more verbal taunts.
He picked up the kitchen waste receptacle and poured the
lot over her. Potato peelings, plastic milk cartons, tea bags,
trifle and other out of date purchases landed.
Next on the list was a return visit to the bathroom waste.
There were even a couple of toothbrushes!
Oh, look at that, I might lodge one up your nose. He
pointed to a knackered brush.
She laughed, You can do one with that idea as well.
He looked, agreed and threw it back.
The cartons got opened, the contents had turned sour. No
quarter was given they got tipped over her blouse. Now she
stank, seventh heaven.
She said, Do what you must to my formal attire, sir!
Mashed potato came from somewhere, she couldn't
remember if she'd made it? Or, did he bring it home from
work?
He rubbed it inside her skirt, then smiled and produced a
large custard pie from the fridge.
No sir, please not in the face, she squeaked.
He showed no mercy, SPLODGE the gift landed bang on
target. It got rubbed it in, she was now vandalised with
all sorts of dire mess.
She watched as he gazed round the room, he had an idea,
it involved the door handle?


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