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Hen Party
Story by Kiwimayottex
Posted 10/9/18     1635 views
Nemesis: Chapter 25

Moments after Sophie had finished her story, her sister-in-law Bella knocked loudly on the front door. Giddy with excitement, as her sister-in-law opened the front door, the teenager jumped up at Sophie and wrapped her arms around her shoulders. The petite blonde was wearing a red sweetheart tube top, which showed off her pale, bare, freckled shoulders, and a pair of white shorts which barely reached down past her hips. "Hi, you must be Mia", she gushed, energetically towards the disconcerted brunette. Despite Sophie's warnings, Mia was still rather taken aback by Bella's hyperactivity; never able to stay still, the fidget was also a complete and utter klutz. She'd only arrived thirty second ago and had already knocked over the shoe rack and swung her handbag painfully into Sophie's waist.

Unaware of her clumsiness, Bella babbled, ""Sophie, sorry that I'm late, oh good, you've got nachos, I love nachos. Does anybody want a drink, I'm going to have a Corona? You did buy them, didn't you, like you promised?" Whenever Bella was nervous, she either spoke at a hundred miles per hour or clammed up and didn't say a thing. Today, she was at her most loquacious, firing off inane chatter as she entered the kitchen. Barely pausing for a breath, Bella didn't allow her host to reply before starting to tell her about her day. Evidently nervous, the teenager was desperate to make a good impression. For, Bella worshipped Sophie and felt her to be her best friend. Sophie would, of course, beg to differ, but didn't want to upset the younger teen.

"I'll have a glass of water please", Mia replied, speaking over Bella as she continued to babble away. "There's a bottle of chilled water in the fridge Bella", Sophie bellowed to the small blonde, meaning for her to pass it to Mia. Nodding, Bella then ignored Sophie and took a bottle of Corona out from the fridge instead. Smiling, she then began to shake it violently, almost striking her own chin. Huffing, Sophie shook her head in embarrassment. "Bella, you don't shake lagers", she sighed, forlornly. "Yes, you do", Bella replied instantaneously, shaking her bottle again. "It makes the froth better." "What?" Mia thought to herself confused, but deciding to keep her thoughts to herself.

Nevertheless, Bella took the lid off the bottle and was immediately caught by a spray of the pale lager which shot into her chin and neck. "Whoops, seems like you were right", she squealed, as alcohol dribbled down her youthful face. Giggling, Bella picked up the one-and-a-half litre bottle of Evian from the fridge and skipped over to Mia. Worried about the accuracy of Bella's aim, Mia held out her glass away from her body. "Goodness, how do you take the top off these? It's stuck", Bella garbled. "I think it's already open, you just need to twist it", Sophie replied patiently. "Really?" Bella questioned, as she twirled the bottle around in her hands. With the bottle of water pointing towards Mia, Bella tried to loosen the lid. Suddenly, the lid flew off and hit Mia on the nose. Moments later, the bottle erupted, drenching the unsuspecting Mia, defenceless as it splattered against her chest. Shocked, Bella stood motionless, making no attempt to alter her aim until the bottle of water was almost two-thirds empty. "Sorry Mia", Bella shrieked, as the cool liquid seeped inside her top and over her breasts.

Shivering, Mia absent-mindedly eased her black spaghetti strap top up over her head. Gawking, Bella stared unashamedly at the slim eighteen-year-old's chest. Poor Mia had forgotten that she wasn't wearing a bra, her breasts were fully on display! Blissfully unaware of her folly, Mia compounded matters by getting her outfit stuck over the top of her head. Blinded, as she struggled to free herself, Mia continued to flash the two blondes, before Bella gasped, "Mia, we can see your boobs! We can see everything!" before throwing what remained of the bottled water over her nubile, exposed, heaving chest.

Shrieking, Mia slipped over onto her backside and continued to wrestle with her top as she sat on the floor, her pride wounded to the extreme. But then, just as she finally lifted her top up over her forehead, Bella emptied a second one-and-a-half litre bottle of chilled water over her bewitching face. Giggling, Bella boasted, "I've always wanted to do this! Its great not being the fall guy for a change!" Spluttering, Mia glanced wearily upwards, before wrapping her shivering forearms across her chest.

Struggling to suppress a giggle, Sophie asked, "Mia, would you like to borrow a top? Reaching forwards with both arms, Sophie forced the young brunette to unfurl her hands from her chest as she got back up to her feet. Glancing down at Mia's glistening breasts, Bella remarked, "Sophie, you have a much larger chest. I don't think you have anything that will fit." Shaking her head, Sophie suddenly remembered, "Hang on, my husband bought me a royal blue halter bikini a few weeks ago that was far too small. He really doesn't understand how chest measurements work one bit. Darren, being Darren, he also lost the receipt. I think its in my wardrobe somewhere, how about you wear that instead?"

Nodding, the topless teenager wiped her damp breasts with her top before draping it across the nearest radiator. Following Sophie into her bedroom, Mia noticed that Bella couldn't help but stare at her chest. Thinking that Sophie would find the bikini at any moment, the brunette kept her hands down by her waist. However, Sophie moaned, "I know its in here somewhere, I swear!" Scrambling around on the floor, the blonde host apologised, "I forgot to clean my bedroom this morning before you came. In my haste, I just threw everything in here", pointing to the wardrobe, with a harried look spread across her face. Sighing, she cheerfully announced, "How about, I continue with my story, whilst we search?"

Nodding in agreement, Mia sat down on Sophie's king-sized bed. Wearing nothing but her antique blue asymmetric hem mini skirt, Mia bristled, as Bella, rather unexpectedly lent her head against her shoulders and her neck. "Oh goody", Bella chirped, "Please say that you haven't got to the wedding yet!" "Oh, that's a long way off, we haven't even got to the hen party", Sophie exclaimed.

Clearing her throat, Sophie continued, "After the events at the swimming pool, Emily immediately began to busy herself with organising my hen do. Ava, on the other hand, refused to even speak to me for almost two weeks. To placate her, I agreed to make Alex, along with Ava, Emily and Bella, of course, one of my bridesmaids. I barely knew the girl, but Ava wanted it, so I acquiesced. My sister, also had one other request. Emily's plans for my hen do were beginning to spiral out of control. She had a whole weekend of activities planned and the costs were beginning to soar. Being richer than everyone else, I don't think that Emily realised that we couldn't afford even half of what she had in store. Ava and Alex certainly couldn't at the very least. As luck would have it, Bill and Arjan approached Ava and Alex about a newly refurbished nightclub, called 'The Sapphire' that had close links to the studio where they worked. Bill promised, that if they left it to them, we could hire out the VIP area for the hen party at a cut-price rate. Clearly, Ava had promised Bill something in return, but what it was, wasn't clear, just yet.

When I mentioned the unbelievable offer to Emily, she wasn't at all pleased that Ava was still trying to steal her job as the chief Hen. Yet, she admitted that the offer was too good a deal to turn down and so eventually gave way and said yes. Nevertheless, Emily pondered, "What's the catch?" on an almost daily basis until the hen weekend. Naively, I remarked, "Ava says there isn't any, it just pays to have friends in the right places, I guess." Suddenly more cheerful, Ava promised to not interfere with any other aspect of the hen party and Emily and Ava appeared to make up once again. Alex started to grow closer to Emily and even dear old Bella here plucked up the courage to speak to my overbearing sister, though only for a few words every day.

I won't bore you with most of the details of the hen party; up until we reached the Sapphire, it proceeded just like any other, it was nothing out of the ordinary. By this time, all the older women had retired back to their hotels, leaving just my closest family and friends. Aside from Emily, Alex, Ava and Bella were three girls I knew from work (Debbie, Jasmine and Taylor) and three of my oldest friends from school (Claire, Molly and Tiffany). An Aussie, Debbie, twenty-six, has long straight golden blonde hair and stands at a giant five-foot-ten. Gifted at numerous sports, especially netball, she can also drink the rest of us under the table. Constantly bamboozled by modern technology, she carries an authority that, in Jasmine's words, rather 'scares off' men. Hence, a constant chatterbox, she always tries too hard to impress.

Debbie is best pals with Jasmine, twenty-five, who's slightly shorter at five-foot-six and who has dirty blonde, curly hair. Jasmine is a barrel of laughs, she has an almost unimaginably dirty mind and is the most shameless flirt. Never one to dress modestly, I've never seen her wear trousers, for she's always showing off her brilliantly toned legs. Incredibly laid back, nothing can ever wipe her smile off her face. Jasmine is the archetypal party animal, which is part of what makes her so great. But, incredibly lazy, she defers to Debbie who bosses her around like a fussy mother, rather than her best mate.

Taylor, on the other hand, is only eighteen and around us older girls is quite quiet and reserved. She is only five-foot-one but has long brown hair that reaches down to her stick thin waist. Sporty, like Debbie, Taylor is well organised and conscientious; at work, the older pair rely on her for everything.
Steely and determined, the world is her oyster. Nevertheless, she clearly looked the youngest in the party, even though she is a few months older than Bella. She's always being id'ed, it's hilarious. Other than with Jasmine and Debbie she initially struggled to fit in. It wasn't her fault, she didn't know anybody else. My friends from school were all jealous of her figure and her pretty, dainty face. Furthermore, her aloofness reminded them of Emily. Perhaps that's why Emily didn't like her either, because the two were so much alike and equally reviled and shunned by everybody else.

Claire, twenty-two, is five-foot-four and probably the closest Emily has had to a friend other than myself. Yet, in the last few years they have begun to drift apart as their fortunes changed. You see, Claire never forgave Emily for stealing a boy that she was interested in. But, to be fair to Emily, he and Claire were never properly going out, as far as I can tell. Claire has medium length ginger hair and is the perfect example of someone who gets better looking with age. Having lost weight and sharpened up her wardrobe, she is almost unrecognisable from the girl we knew at school. She still wears her thick rimmed glasses, which she always saw as more of a hindrance at school, but now views as a stylised fashion accessory, having finally come to terms with her highly freckled face.

Saying that, Claire is still incredibly shy, impressionable and easy to boss around. Often unable to stand up for herself, Molly and Tiffany were always getting her into trouble at school. Now, Molly and Tiffany are inseparable. Molly, twenty-two, stands at five-foot-five and has a dirty blonde bob. She is blessed with great foresight, often enabling her to escape trouble before everyone else. After Emily, she was probably the most popular with the boys. Now going steady with Richard, Darren's best man, she is no longer the massive flirt that we used to know and despair. She dresses more conservatively now too, thankfully, except for on nights out like my hen party, you see. Tiffany, twenty-two, stands at five-foot-three and is of Korean descent. Her long dark brown hair reaches down to her chest. The ultimate gossip, it was best never to upset her, otherwise the whole school would know your secrets, with a few scandalous lies thrown in, into the mix. Quite bitchy, she was the perfect foil for the feisty Molly. A good singer, she could also be an unbearable drama queen.

As you can expect, Bella was already incredibly drunk by the time we got to the club. I was increasingly worried that they weren't going to let her in. Arjan and Bill greeted us at the door and sneaked the tipsy Bella in whilst the bouncers were busy flirting with Emily. Emily had had the bright idea for everyone to dress up in Hawaiian costumes. We all wore wild flowers in our hair and garlands around our necks. Everyone wore skimpy hula skirts, with Emily's being particularly short as chief bridesmaid. We started the night off with white t-shirts covering our Hawaiian print bikinis. But, as the bride to be, the girls forced me to take mine off as soon as my Mum called it a day. Sighing, I agreed, as long as Emily did the same. We had a rule that once you took an item of clothing off (excluding shoes), you could not put it back on again until the next day. So, we spent almost the entire night in nothing more than our bikinis. I was freezing and glad to get inside, when we finally did.

The club was fairly busy and I was relieved to find the VIP area had enough spaces for everyone to have a seat. I remember thinking that the club floor looked smaller than usual, for part of the back wall was cordoned off by a large red curtain. Ava and Alex disappeared for around ten minutes, ostensibly to organise a round of shots, but soon bumped into Bill and Arjan who looked incredibly pleased at our choice of fancy dress.

After we had been there for about half an hour, the music faded to an eerie silence. Moments later, a Japanese lady stepped out from behind the curtain, holding a microphone. "How is everyone this evening?" she shouted as the crowd quietened down to a hush. "I'd like to do a big shootout to the hen party we have here with us today. How are you girls?" Ava and Alex led a loud chorus of shrieking from my friends. "I believe the bride to be is Sophie, where is the lucky girl?" the host exclaimed. Before I could stop her, Ava pushed me to the front. I sensed all the men stare at me as I stood in nothing but a bikini. "Well isn't she so pretty?" the host announced, dripping with envy. "Where is her chief bridesmaid, Emily", she continued before pursing her lips. Alex pushed Emily forward and a large number of men in the crowd began to wolf whistle at my stunning friend. At the time, I remember being jealous that they didn't whistle at me, but then again, Emily's skirt was particularly short that day.

"Would the bride and chief bridesmaid please come to the front", the host insisted, who was, of course, Aiko, who you've already met. Alex and Ava pushed us further forward so that we had no other means of escape. Aiko turned to me and began talking pleasantries about my wedding before addressing my oldest friend. "Emily, as chief bridesmaid, would you do absolutely anything to help your best friend." Enjoying the attention, Emily concurred. "Anything at all. Sophie is my best friend, I love her more than anyone else." Inevitably, the dirty minded guys in the crowd wolf whistled once again. Reading their minds, Emily blew me a kiss, before blushing at her own forwardness and brushing her hair off her face. Continuing, the brunette explained, "If ever Sophie was in trouble, there would be nothing I wouldn't do, I swear." Now, Emily was slightly drunk by this point, but I never realised just how much I had really meant to Emily, my beautiful chief bridesmaid.

Nodding, Aiko continued, "So, Emily, you would do absolutely anything to help Sophie?" "Yes", Emily shouted, exceedingly pleased with herself. So, if I was planning to push her into shark infested waters, you would volunteer instead?" Aiko asked, with a grin. "Of course," Emily beamed before blowing another kiss my way. "If I was to send her on a one-way ticket to Mars you would replace her?" "Without a doubt", Emily gushed, not guessing where this conversation was about to lead. "So, if I was to threaten to gunge her, you would take her place", Aiko smirked. "Oh yeswhat?" Emily stammered, as the dark red curtains were immediately drawn back. Hidden behind them was a huge pool of gunge, a large table covered in pies and buckets of slime, a small plunge pool filled with water and a gunge tank hidden at the rear.

Beaming, Aiko turned to the crowd. "So, should Emily save Sophie from a massive humiliating gunging?" Lead by Alex and Ava, the crowd responded loudly in agreement. Everyone wanted to see the pretty brunette be humiliated. Shocked, Emily was led up to a seat above the large tank of gunge, protesting every step of the way. Scanning the crowd, her eyes picked out Ava guffawing at her expense. Scowling, she pointed at her accusingly. Whipping the crowd up into a frenzy, Aiko continued, "But Sophie isn't going to get away with it that easy. Boys lead her to the gunge tank." I was gutted, my heart sank, I thought that I was going to escape away clean. Though at least I had the consolation that Emily would receive the far greater gunging, or so I believed. Arjan and Bill led me to the tank and cheerfully locked me in. I looked up towards the vat of gunge above my head and shivered. Understandably, Emily was not faring any better. As I've said before, despite her protestations, she secretly likes being gunged. But, what she hates is being humiliated in front of a crowd of men. Getting messy in front of friends is fine, slightly titillating even, but being gunged in front of a hall of strangers is mortifying for the gorgeous brunette.

Aiko continued, "Now Sophie may still escape clean, if Emily and her friends can complete a series of challenges." Out of nowhere, I had a slimmer of hope, I just had to pray that Emily could pull through for me. But would she really want to? It was partly my fault for indulging my sister that we were in this position, for I was sure that she was in on our messy predicament.

Meanwhile, Aiko further explained, "On the table are over twenty pies and five buckets of gunge. I am going to ask Emily a series of questions, for up to five minutes. To pass the first challenge all Emily has to do is to avoid saying yes or no five times. If she is successful, Sophie will remain clean. Every time she answers a question without saying yes or no, Emily gets pied, every time she does say yes or no, she will get a large bucket of slime over her head. So, whatever Emily says, she is going to get exceedingly messy indeed. To signal the end of the game, she will then be deposited into this large vat of slime, regardless of whether she wins. Whatever happens, Emily is going to take a trip into the gunge. But, the question is, will Sophie join her in her messy fate?"

Ordinarily, Emily would be amazing at this game, but having spent the last few hours drinking, I was worried that her mental faculties were not as sharp as they usually would be. Yet, still, I had real hope that she might win. Emily sat on the seat, swinging her legs back and forth and twirling her hair in her sweaty fingers nervously. She looked down at her semi naked body, at least she had the satisfaction that every guy in the bar wanted her, they desired her more than even their own girlfriends. Smirking, Aiko began to bombard questions at the scantily clad brunette. "So, is Emily your name." "It sure is!" Grinning, Bill slammed a caramel pie into Emily's previously pristine face.

"Have you ever been to London?" "Twice." Arjan dropped a custard pie onto the top of her head. "Is this humiliating?" "Without a doubt." Bill thrust a cream pie into her cleavage. "Is there a God?" "How should I know?" Arjan submerged her face in a chocolate pie sandwich. "Does two plus two equal four?" "Well, yeah." A buzzer sounded and Bill tipped a bucket of red gunge over Emily's head. The slime congregated around the top of Emily's bikini, clearly defining the shape of her shapely, divine breasts. "I'm afraid that yeah counts as a yes in this game", noted Aiko before continuing. "Can you play the piano?" "Of course not!" Arjan rubbed a cream pie up and down Emily's taut, flat stomach. "Can parrots talk?" "They sure can." Bill rubbed a custard pie down the small of her back. "Does my bum look in this?" "No! Oh Bugger!" Arjan poured a bucket of light blue slime over her face, which dripped down onto her shoulders and her quivering, exposed chest.

"Do cats have nine lives?" "Just the one." Bill viciously rubbed a cherry pie into Emily's cheeks. "Is the sky blue?" "On a sunny day." Arjan gestured for Emily to rise up so that he could slip a chocolate pie onto her seat. He then forced Emily to sit back down again, grinding the pie against her backside. "Has man been to the moon?" "Allegedly." Without asking, Bill eased open the back of Emily's bikini bottoms and slipped a custard pie inside before releasing the thin layer of nylon and spandex.

Startled, Emily turned around and gave him an angry stare. He'd crossed a line, he'd gone too far, there would be hell to pay. My sister, Ava, had dared him to do it, promising him a date in return. Even though he knew she was a lesbian and was going out with his cousin, he still fell for the trick. Fortunately, standing nearby were a group of women, who thus got the best view of her now custardy rear.

Distracted by unwelcome intrusion, Emily understandably lost her concentration. Slapping Bill around the face, she was ill prepared for the next question. "Is tomorrow is Sunday?" "What? Yeah." With Emily still turned around and arguing with Bill, Arjan poured a bucket of light green slime over the back of her head.

Unaware of the brewing argument, Aiko asked, "Can Bill kiss you?" "No! Absolutely not!" Emily seethed. Suddenly apologetic, Bill realised that he had made a serious mistake. Nobody had wolf-whistled, so hopefully no men had seen her backside, but the group of women nearby were now also giving him grief. In solidarity with Emily, all five of them, one after the other, swung their handbags at his face.

Too embarrassed and bruised to continue, Bill began to apologise and put down his bucket of slime, instead of pouring it over Emily's head. Unfortunately, Arjan was unaware of the te-te. Hence, he threw a bucket of dark green gunge straight into Emily's heavenly face.

After doing brilliantly for so long, Emily now only had one life left. One more yes or no and I was going to get gunged. I knew I was doomed. Emily on the other hand, calmed herself down and wiped the slime from her eyes before fiddling with her bikini bottoms once again. Worried for me, Emily shot me a look to say sorry, instead of worrying about herself. Deciding that she'd continue her rift with Bill afterwards, the brunette pushed her shame and embarrassment aside and vowed to win the game.

"Do all men smell?" "Well Bill does", Emily snarled triumphantly. With an ashamed Bill taking a back seat, it was left to Arjan to dole out the remainder of her punishments. Hence, he gave Emily another cream pie sandwich, accidentally splattering cream up her nose, causing her to sneeze. "Did tonight go as you planned? "Not really." Arjan slammed another custard pie into her chest. "Are you about to be pied?" "I hope so." So, she was, by Arjan, with another cherry pie, on the side of her face. "Is Sophie about to be slimed?" "Never!" Arjan slammed another chocolate pie onto the top of her head.

Suddenly, the buzzer sounded and Emily's seat gave way. She slipped into the huge vat of thick, viscid, black gunge, disappearing completely under the surface of the putrid gunk. As her face resurfaced, a jet of white gunge descended on her from the ceiling, much to Ava and Alex's glee. Startled, Emily quickly came to her senses and checked her clothes before rising up out of the tank. Her garland of flowers had fallen off, along with her hula skirt, but her bikini was still intact, miraculously. Realising that Emily had won, I cheered from the side-lines, I thought I was about to escape.

Arjan put a stepladder next to the tank and ordered Emily, now dressed in nothing but her bikini, to climb back up onto her seat. As she did so, she slapped Bill on the backside viciously, taunting, "We're not even, not by a long way." Confused by Bill and Emily's antics, Aiko continued, "Well done Emily, you have won the first challenge. Hang on, where's your skirt? You can't leave rubbish in my gunge tank, it will cause my precious slime to go stale." Rolling her eyes, Emily shrugged her shoulders, as if to say, 'As if I care!' Not to be outdone, Aiko shot back, "You had better go back in there and retrieve it then." Suddenly, Emily's seat was released once more, causing her to fall into the gunk tank yet again. Upon resurfacing, she was hit by a stream of extremely thick grey gunge, which slapped violently down over her hair.

Disorientated momentarily, Emily then ducked under the surface to retrieve her skirt. Having slipped it back on, she suddenly remembered about her garland of flowers. If she didn't find it now, they would just dunk her into the slime again. So, sighing heavily, she ducked under the surface once more and fished it out from the bottom of the tank before placing it ironically over her head.

Arjan put the stepladder back in place and Emily climbed back up onto her seat. As she did so, we heard a loud mechanical noise and the stage supporting the gunge vat rotated, uncovering a second vat of custard that had previously remained hidden, under the raised stage. Excited by this development, Aiko addressed the bristling crowd. "For our second game, we require the help of the rest of Sophie's hen party." Ava jumped at the revelation. This wasn't part of the deal, she wasn't meant to get messy as well. My nine friends were ushered to the front. Taylor, Jasmine and Debbie, all of whom I knew from work, didn't know Emily very well. Thus, they found her tight and overbearing. Thus far, they had very much enjoyed seeing her get humiliated. Knowing Emily since school, Claire, Molly and Tiffany had spent their teenage years jealous of the brunette. They seethed at her looks, her wealth and her good grades. Hence, they enjoyed her humiliation even more than Debbie and Jasmine. Having previously all secretly hoped that I would also get gunged, now, none of them, with the exception of possibly Alex, wanted to be responsible for my upcoming slimy fate. They didn't want to be the friend who let the bride down, the one who lost her the entire game. Nobody wanted to be the worst friend.

"Over by the side of the tank is a lever," announced Aiko. "All the girls have to do is throw a tennis ball and activate it, dropping Emily into the vat of custard. Should three of them succeed, Sophie will stay clear of the gunge. Should they fail, then the hen will meet her messy fate. Now, if one of the girls misses, she will also get a pie to the face. This will act as an extra incentive to the others, to help rescue the beautiful bride to be."

This was one of the many times that I wished that I had hung out with sportier girls at school. I had very little hope for any of them hitting the target. Sure enough, Claire, Molly and Tiffany were swiftly wiping cream from their eyes and cheeks. Tiffany's shot was so bad, Arjan even pied her twice to scare the rest of my friends. Boy, did she not take it very well. Molly, meanwhile, wiped her friend's besmirched face, scooping up the cream, before depositing the mess all over Claire's heaving chest.

Taylor, after Emily, easily the prettiest girl in the party, was then up next. With no effort at all, she hit the lever head on. Emily dropped like a heavy load into the vat of custard. Spluttering, she pushed custard out of her bikini top and opened up the top of her bottoms to let the custard seep away. As a result, the group of women near the front caught sight of her sweet behind, yet again. Sadly, a group of men also saw her backside this time and began to wolf whistle broodingly. Bill, who was now heavily conflicted, threatened to punch them in the face. Rattled by his earlier error, having realised that Ava had tricked him, Bill was trying to make up for his grave mistake. Nevertheless, he was still blaming my sister and not taking full responsibility, as many men do these days. Inevitably, playing the hero didn't come naturally to Bill and if it wasn't for Arjan's timely intervention, the men may have punched him instead.

Relishing the look of sheer terror spread across Bill's face, Emily climbed back up onto her seat. Jasmine was up next and was close, but, she also missed. Enjoying himself, Arjan surprised her with a pie to the backside, but unlike Bill, he didn't peel her bikini bottoms away. Unlike Emily, this also pleased Jasmine no end. Flirtatiously, she wiggled her hips and thrust her thighs up against his. As expected, Debbie, was more successful and sent Emily tumbling down into the custard once again. Busy celebrating, Arjan caught her with a surprise pie sandwich, much to Jasmine's delight. Debbie wiped the cream from her face and slathered Jasmine with the leftovers, making her almost as messy as her friend.

That left just Alex, Ava and Bella. Only one of them had to succeed for us to win. Alex threw her ball as hard as she could, and missed by at least eight feet. As her cousin, Bill figured that she wouldn't mind being doubly punished. So, he picked up the remaining bucket of slime and emptied the dark blue gunge over her giggling head. Arjan then slammed a pie into her sweet features as Alex blew a kiss to the crowd in jest. Ava was now conflicted. Who did she want to see gunged the most: Emily or me? Possibly motivated by avoiding a pie to the face, Ava threw her ball with precision and the lever was struck for the third time. Emily dropped like a stone and was fully submerged in the gooey dessert. Her hula skirt fell apart in the thick yellow liquid, there was no rescuing it again. Sensing the anti-climax, Bella threw her ball anyway and was close, but still missed. Bill and Arjan surrounded her and threw four pies at the defenceless blonde. With everyone's attention upon Bella, Ava picked up a chocolate pie from the table and saddled up to Emily as she climbed up out of the vat. Ava slammed the pie so hard into her face that Emily slipped over backwards back into the custard once again. Custard splashed up with such a violent force that it showered the unsuspecting Ava. Karma had had its way. With custard dripping from her girlfriend's hair, Alex bust out laughing and slapped her loudly on the rear. Emily, then climbed back up onto her seat, but only once Ava had moved safely away.

Bella, meanwhile, finally escaped from Arjan, who aiming a fifth pie at her, accidentally pied Jasmine in the face instead. Wiping cream from her eyes, Jasmine was then blinded a second time, as Debbie then thrust a chocolate pie into her face. Laughing at her colleague, Taylor made the mistake of snorting too loudly. Caught by surprise at her unladylike outburst, everyone turned around and suddenly realised that now, out of all of us, only Taylor remained clean. Thus, they all picked up a pie from the table and forebodingly surrounded the pretty, meek and amiable teen. Desperate for revenge, Jasmine ripped off her white top exposing her petite cleavage and the girls all piled in. Tiffany purposely aimed for her chest and Molly aimed for her rear. Somehow, Ava had even found a bucket of purple gunge and poured it over Taylor's head. Twenty seconds and fifteen pies later, not a single inch of Taylor was left free from the cream. Arjan and Bill then picked up the poor girl and threw her into the vat of custard as she screamed. Then, when no one was looking, Ava pressed the lever on the tank, dropping Emily back besides poor Taylor, who thrashed around in the gunk rather helplessly.

"Wrestle!" shouted a guy from the crowd. Encouraged, my friends set to work. They grappled in the custard, sending the yellow liquid spraying out over Jasmine and Claire, who were both caught straight in the face. Sensing the danger, Molly, meanwhile, had just got out of the way. Desperate for revenge, after Taylor had dunked her earlier, Emily soon overpowered the younger girl. Holding her face down in the custard, she untied Taylor's bikini top and threw it into the crowd, mercilessly. Having had her backside briefly exposed to the audience by Bill earlier, Emily felt nothing about doing the same to poor Taylor. But this time, the entire crowd were able to see Taylor's chest. Realising that he was indirectly responsible, Bill winced as the bikini top flew up over his head.

"We have our winner", crowed Aiko from the side as Taylor squealed. Smiling for the crowd, Emily and Taylor stood up to their applause, with the younger girl desperately trying to cover her boobs as she waved. Taking her humiliation with good grace, Taylor didn't even try to retaliate. Instead, she vowed to play a longer game. She would gain her revenge, but just not today. Though she was shy, she had always been popular with the boys and so didn't mind showing off a bit of flesh. Fortunately, her breasts were quite small, so she could cover them, with one arm, fairly easily. Unfortunately, everyone had by now already seen them, it was far too late.

The rule about not replacing clothes meant that Taylor would have to spend the rest of the evening wearing nothing over her chest. But there was no way that she was going to get her bikini top back now anyway. Bill then brought out a hidden bucket of green slime and passed it to Emily, who tipped it over the defeated Taylor's head. Trying to cover herself, Taylor untied her hair, so it would dangle over her cleavage. The bucket now empty, Emily filled it with custard and poured it over the busy, distracted, Taylor's head. Refilled a second time, its contents were then thrown over Taylor's chest.

Slapping Taylor on the backside, Emily then cheekily tried to peel the teenager's arms away from breasts. Though she was unsuccessful, Emily winked at the crowd, knowingly. Having gotten over her exposure by Bill earlier, my best friend didn't realise just how big a creep and hypocrite she was being. She was showing Taylor absolutely no mercy, yet, trapped as I was in the gunge tank, I was unable to intervene.

Fortunately, Taylor took her punishment with good grace and played along as Emily embraced her and kissed her ironically on the lips. As the crowd cheered, Emily winked at Arjan who passed her a cherry pie. Pulling away from Taylor, Emily then slammed the humongous pie into her pretty face.
Emily curtsied to the cheering crowd before putting her arm around her defeated foe and kissed her again, but this time on the cheek.

As Taylor then hid behind Emily, Aiko began to speak to crowd once again. "Sophie has survived two gungings, but will she survive a third? Taylor and Emily have both been gunged royally, but for Sophie to escape clean, someone else will have to join them in the gunge today. If I don't have a volunteer to take Sophie's place in the gunge tank, in thirty seconds, I will personally pull the lever myself. This left Ava in a quandary. She hadn't planned to get messy tonight, but then she was already partly splashed with custard anyway. But, the coverage was minimal at best. Emily had already proved how great a friend she was (to me, at least) by taking gunging after gunging to help me escape away clean. She'd even continued after Bill had unwisely unexposed her rear to the nearby women. If no one else stepped forward, it would have all been in vain. If Ava didn't volunteer to be gunged, then surely nobody else would be foolish or brave enough to take her place. Besides, like I said, they all desperately wanted to see me gunged anyway. But, if Emily sacrificed herself and Ava didn't, it would show that Emily deserved to be chief bridesmaid over my sister. So, cursing, Ava stepped forward to volunteer.

But, my younger sister was just too late. By now rather drunk, Bella had come skipping up to the front instead. Still desperate to make up for letting slip the secret about my choice of maid of honour, she wanted to make amends. "I'll do it", she shouted as she turned to the crowd, almost tripping as she twirled. Ava was stunned, Emily had proved her worth to me, whereas she had now undoubtedly failed. I ran out of the tank as quick as I could and Bella sweetly took my place. Aiko led a countdown with the crowd, from five, and pulled the lever down with glee. Pink slime rained down on Bella from above, and yellow slime rose from the floor of the tank from below. The onslaught splattered into every inch of her body, consuming her as it flooded over her skin. After a deluge lasting forty seconds, the streams of slime finally began to ease. I can't tell you how close I was to be being completely destroyed. Luckily, good old Bella here saved me.

Jasmine and Debbie cheered Bella's name as she was led from out of the tank. In contrast, nobody cheered Emily's name and yet she had done just as much, if not more, in order to keep me clean. Arjan led Bella to the tank of water and sat her down. He then pulled the lever himself, submerging Bella in the cool, pale liquid. One drenching would not be enough, another dunking was required to get her completely clean. She splashed down a second time and clambered up out of the tank. Emily was let out of the main gunge tank and took her turn up on the seat. She splashed down beneath the water and in solidarity insisted on a second dunking to match the brave, courageous Bella. As they climbed out, together, Bill handed them both buckets, which they scooped into the freezing water before creeping up on the unsuspecting Claire. Drenching the poor redhead, they high fived as they watched her white top turn see through, exposing her heaving chest.

Taylor was the last to be released from her tank. Still covering her breasts, the best she could, the teenager began to sway her hips as she passed by the crowd. Sitting back up on the chair, the brunette was caught unaware by Aiko, who pulled the lever before she could set herself. Inadvertently, her arms slipped from her chest, exposing herself briefly to the crowd, once again. Upon resurfacing, Taylor noticed a few guys standing near the front who she knew from school. For years they had wanted to see her naked and now they had had their wish. Boy, would Emily pay for this. Thankfully, the security guards warned them not to take any photos, and she covered her chest with her arms once again.

Bill, still conflictingly, trying to play the hero, threw her a towel, which she wrapped around her chest. Jasmine meanwhile was shamelessly flirting with Arjan and was coyly twirling her curly blonde hair with her fingers as she simpered, ingratiatingly, "Oh, I love your muscles, they're." Suddenly, Bella and Emily crept up behind her and emptied buckets of custard over her head. Keen, not to be outdone, Debbie then thrust a cherry pie into her best friend's face. Blinded by the gooey filling, the curly blonde was unable to prevent the Aussie from then lifting her t-shirt up over her head. Then, to compound her embarrassment, Arjan replied, "I'm very flattered, but there's another girl I like", before handing Debbie a bucket of purple gunge, which she then proceeded to pour over Jasmine's head.

Shrieking, Jasmine looked in envy over at Molly, who, in comparison, was still almost clean. Arjan then led her over towards the water tank and dunked her into the vat himself. Bill meanwhile passed around towels to everyone else and we left to go back to our hotel. In our haste, we left poor Jasmine behind and apparently, she spent the next half an hour being dunked in the water tank after losing a wager with Arjan before pulling a random guy who just so happened to be staying at the same hotel.

Nevertheless, at the time, nobody, not even Debbie, realised that she was missing. Instead, we were too busy taking sides as Taylor and Emily began to bicker away. For Emily was adamant that Taylor's towel counted as an item of clothing and as per our agreement, she couldn't wear it back to the hotel. Sitting in the taxi, I looked over at the semi-nude Taylor and thought to myself just how lucky I had been to escape away clean. Fidgeting, Taylor tried to wrap her towel around her chest, surreptitiously. Having regained her poise, Emily cruelly grabbed it off her once again. Increasingly bitter, Taylor was slow to cover her chest with her arms, causing the taxi driver to swerve upon noticing her sensual, unclad breasts. It was a miracle that we didn't crash on the way back, for our taxi driver spent the entire journey checking his mirror! Pettily, I laughed, as poor old Taylor shivered. Oh, how I wish I had shown some compassion, given what both Emily and Taylor had in mind for me the next day!"
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