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Mud Maidens. (Dare you take on the challenge)
Story by 123gungex
Posted 9/28/17     743 views
I wrote this back in 2015 and never got chance to edit it
until late this year, its been popular. The format is different
as its written in second person immersing the reader into
actually being at the event. Enjoy



MUD MAIDENS

DARE YOU TAKE ON THE CHALLENGE


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.


In this read, you will be reading from the perspective of
Tracey one the four girls attempting the messy course.




Chapter One: Time for a coffee and check our attire!

SITTING IN YOUR car you wait for the traffic lights to change to green.
The coffee shop is waiting on the other side of the junction this is
where you're meeting the girls.
You are all staff members on a muddy assault course. The forecast
for the upcoming weekend is sunshine and showers making the
conditions heavy going for the competitors. This will only make it worse
for the girls and yourself on Monday after the course is closed. As part
of the team you all deal with tasks like registration, entrance tickets
and of course making sure everybody gets thoroughly mucky.
You've all been doing the course the day after for a couple of years.
Though this is the first time you've all decided to attempt it in pristine
office wear. The other ladies taking on the office wear challenge are,
Clara, Nikki, and Sarah.
You all go way back, you've known each other for years. Been to each
other's wedding's, etc. Now all in your mid thirties your enjoying life,
alongside juggling marriages, kids and careers.
The lights change, selecting first gear you pull over the junction. As
you indicate to turn into the car park, you beep on the horn to Sarah
who is entering as you pass. She waves back.
You find a parking space, pull in and switch off the engine. Time for
a quick check of your hair and make up, you never know who you may
meet!
Entering the business the aroma of coffee drifts up your nostrils with
a pleasant smell, reminds you of happy times.
Clara waves you over to a table in the corner, your coffee is waiting
and looks lovely.
Nikki has a selection of bags with her. No doubt this is the office attire
that has been purchased.
You join the girls and sit down.
"Well, ladies. We have the outfits and we'll look radiant in them if I
don't say so myself." Clara announces.
"I still cannot believe you've chosen for us to attempt this course in
shiny day wear. We're so going to get trashed, it was hard enough last
year in sports wear!" You remark with a smile.
"I can see you've had your hair done for the occasion, so that will be
getting destroyed royally." Sarah comments, she points at your locks.
"A lady has to look her best when crawling through mud pits and
getting electrocuted! Talking of which, I'm betting it was Nikki's idea
for us to do the Electric Eel section. I noticed that was dropped into
the email last night." You point at Nikki, smile and giggle.
"Oi, pointy fingers. Me do anything like that, never?!?" The lady quips
sipping some coffee.
"I have to confess, I've invited the fella's along. So no doubt there will
be buckets of water somewhere along the course as well. I bet somebody
will claim we've not done a messy obstacle correctly, then make us go
back and complete it several times!" Clara laughs.
"Talking about obstacles. Who invented the dubious name, Arctic
Enema?" You ask.
"Ha ha ha. Well, that would be Sarah's man. Seeing as his company have
supplied the tanks for everybody to climb into. We get to go in all the left
over's on Monday, even more dubious as Tracey would say!" Nikki starts to
giggle.
"You really get off on this getting messy lark don't you." Clara asks Nikki.
"Yep, it's a riot. I love it." The lady continues to giggle.
"Now is the time Nikki, let's see our stunning numbers as we attempt
the event in the shiny blouses. We are still wearing satin?" You ask.
"Stand by your coffee's. I will now reveal who is wearing what and if I've
actually got the colours right this year!" Nikki gets her giggling under
control.
"Yes, best not to discuss the pink and yellow sports wear from two years
ago. I looked like a bumble bee on the day." Clara remarks.
"Yes, that still makes me chuckle and when you got thrown in the river,
it was even funnier!" You quip.
"He is still paying for that moment when he wants sex!" Clara reveals.
Raptures of laughter go round.
Nikki reveals the purchases. "Ladies our first selection will be for Clara -
who of course looks radiant in anything according to her man. We beg to
differ, but there we go!" She smiles at Clara.
The one being chastised responds by sticking her tongue out.
Things are going downhill already and we've not even got to the start
line! Your mind races.
"OK, OK. The first outfit will be... A white satin blouse with black tie
bow. Knee length skirt, black. Along with a belt to complete the theme...
Oh lingerie, ladies bring your own. I think I'll wear hold up's alongside
flat shoes, sod high heels, we'll be toppling all over the place." Nikki
passes the clothes to Clara, who holds them up against her chest.
"You're so going to get wiped out in that white blouse on the first
obstacle. Class, utter class. I'd go for a black bra on the day, or I dare
you to go for a white lace number! Drive your man nuts.. ha ha ha." You
half dare Clara as you laugh.
"Right for Sarah we have. Ta-da-ar! A pale blue blouse and as requested
a black leather skirt. I made sure the skirt was not too heavy as once you
get messy in it... Well, it could weigh a tonne!" Nikki passes the attire to
Sarah.
"That's the whole point darling. Some poor man will have to rescue me
and whip me off to paradise. Or I just want to get trashed in it!" Sarah
smiles as she passes comment.
"Next we have... Tracey's selection. Who insisted I get her a red blouse
with breast pockets, matching skirt and a black belt to complete her
office look!" Nikki passes the garments over to you.
You look the purchases over, you know it's not going to last the course
without getting totalled. You secretly hope it rips during one of the
obstacles, so it will look really bad. You keep your fantasy to yourself.
"Come on Nikki show us your clobber. I bet it's something tarty!" Clara
giggles.
"Well, I never! I'll show you my number if you really want to see it.
Though I'll understand if you don't wish me to." Nikki smiles and holds
her bag up.
"Shut up woman and show us what you're wearing." Sarah laughs.
Nikki reveals a gold satin blouse, low cut cleavage. Dark grey pants
and a matching belt.
"What's with the pants?" You ask.
"I have a rather elegant bruise on my left leg from Karate earlier this
week. It's not the most thrilling thing to see." Nikki regales.
"No, it's because you want to feel the heavy, wet fabric sopping around
your legs and bum. Confess now woman." Clara laughs and points.
"Well, if you can read me that easily. Correct, I want to get messy in a
pair of trousers. If somebody accidentally pours a bucket of mud down
them, I'd be mortified. Or maybe I love every minute of it." Nikki reveals.
Taking another sip of your drink it's tastes divine. "I really must get some
coffee like this for home." You comment.
"Good. If you buy some we can all come round and drink it!" Clara giggles.
"I told the guys we'd be doing a minimum of ten obstacles and some of
the stream crossings alongside a bit of running in our sodden office attire."
Nikki informs the group.
"Sound's like fun. We'll get ready early Monday, then get to the course for
about eleven, gives us plenty of time for getting somewhat mucky." Sarah
cannot help smiling as she speaks.
You sit back contemplating the mess. The course will be in a right state
after the thousands of runners have attempted it
Your first job is of course to get the customer's through their weekend.
Come Monday it's your time to shine, or to start off shiny and end up
rather dishevelled.
You look forward to the entire event. You take a moment to eye up your
outfit again. You cannot wait to get utterly trashed in it.


Chapter Two: You are ready.

LOOKING AT YOURSELF in the full length mirror in the hallway. Your lovely
shiny red satin blouse shimmers in the reflection. It looks radiant, fresh
off the peg. The blouse pockets gleam with their newness. You touch the
fabric, you daren't confess to the other girls how you adore the feeling
against your skin. You couldn't believe your luck when Nikki told you that
this year everybody was going to attempt the course in shiny satin.
You've also chosen stockings and suspenders, why not it's a giggle. You
had some red holds up's and a couple of red suspender belts available in
your lingerie collection. The skirt looks divine. It's also got an underskirt
sewn in, so an extra layer for getting mucky. It will feel great slipping and
sliding against your skin, all wet, slimy and messy.
You make a quick adjustment to the belt and get it central. You are the
lady in red. Hopefully in an hour so, you'll be the lady in sopping, muddy,
dark ruined clothes.
You glance at the blouse hoping it may get snagged on several obstacles.
Secretly you crave to get into the Electric Eel obstacle wet through and
get zapped several times.
The thought of doing the cage crawl gets your endorphins pumping.
Dragging yourself through the muddy water with nowhere to go. Glancing
up through the caging knowing you must continue to crawl through the
cold, wet, smelly mud. Your clothes ruined and stinking, your hair style
destroyed by all the muck. Make up running down your face, bliss.
You are looking at your best, make up is pristine. Not too much, enough
to turn heads when with the other ladies.
Spinning round you check your bum in the mirror, the skirt looks
impeccable. Your curves superbly defined.
As you are checking your outfit over your mind wanders to the Arctic
Enema challenge. Again you pray that it will be full, maybe they could
throw some ice in there to make it extra cold? That would make your
breasts nice and pert through your bra.
Talking bra's, you've secretly gone for for a red lacy number. It was
being saved for just such an occasion. Having tried it on several times
you know it will feel lovely against your breasts all wet and mucky.
Red satin panties are the order of the day. In case your skirt rears up
and the guys catch a flash of your knickers. You know the other girls
will be secretly dressing the same way.
Slowly you let your hands run down the satin blouse, your fingers brush
against the buttons. Your mind flashes a fantasy, the blouse gets torn
leaving a gaping gash over the left bra cup. You are forced to continue
knowing full well your lace bra is on show. They force you into the Arctic
Enema, not once, but twice as they accuse you of cheating.
Your mind races - you love it. Your heart pounds as you gaze at yourself
in the mirror. Your breasts pulsate from the beating of your heart.
You know this is what you want, no you don't want it, you desire it, you
crave it.
You can feel yourself getting swept up in the moment. All this from just
looking at yourself dressed impeccably knowing that shortly you will be
reduced to a muddy, stinking wreck.
Your mind reveals a second fantasy. You're on your back being forced to
do the cage crawl. At this point your blouse is torn in several places, your
bra partially revealed to the guys watching. As you attempt to crawl
through, you glimpse up through the fencing that acts as your prison.
Several buckets of mucky water are hurled over you. You're trapped, no
way to escape, all you can do is take the messy torment. You crave every
moment of this fantasy, utter bliss.
Your brain ponders for a moment, is there more to this than you realise?
You've already had a fantasy about Arctic Enema? Having your outfit torn
in revealing places and of course being owned whilst doing the cage crawl?
Hearing the sound of the mini bus horn you snap back.
You check yourself over, grab your bag for getting changed post event
then collect your keys.
You lock up it's time to go and get destroyed.


Chapter Three: Kissing the mud.

STANDING AT THE start of the course you glance at Clara in her
stunning white satin blouse and knee length skirt.
Nikki looks good in her outfit the gold blouse reflects in the sunlight,
you actually wonder if wearing pants is a better idea? You think about
the fact that you desire to struggle slightly, hence a skirt being a better
way to go.
Sarah is looking ready to rock in her blue blouse and leather skirt, as
you suspected the girls have gone for lingerie including stockings and
suspenders.
You wonder if any of them have gone for a Basque or front clasping
bra?
"Come on ladies we've got the place to ourselves, the masses have
done the course. It's our time to play." Nikki gleefully informs the group.
"TRASH ME IN MUD!" Clara shouts.
"That won't be too hard my dear in a white shiny blouse. You're so
going to turn see through." Sarah remarks.
"What's the first obstacle?" You ask.
"Kiss The Mud, just a slight walk up the path. I think a good front crawl
will do us all good." Clara giggles.
The girls get together for a couple of silly group photo's on the way. Lot's
of daft poses. A couple of the guys join them.
Glancing around it's a nice day, the sun is shining it's warm. You're with
friends plenty of muck and mess to come. Good times.
Approaching, Nikki point's the way to the entrance.
You take a quick glimpse, you can feel your heart pounding. Though you
don't share your feelings. You want to see how they react first.
Glimpsing round the guys have camera's ready to take happy snaps.
Weighing up the situation, steaks have been hammered into the ground
making a giant square over which barbed
wire has been strewn. There is a gap of about three feet from the
ground to the barb. Your object is to pass through the crawl space
without getting snagged. The ground is uneven and broken up.
Surprisingly it isn't muddy its mostly earth. Though in places there are a
few damp patches.
You note that the end is slightly more difficult to get out of. There is a
slight lip of earth when leaving the crawl space. This means digging your
outfit deeper into the mess. You will be crawling a fair distance, so your
clobber is most definitely going to end up stained.
You seize a moment to look over your blouse and skirt one last time. The
outfit is gleaming in the sunlight, begging to be trashed.
Before anybody can ask who is going first Clara leads the way. Getting to
the start she drops to her hands and knees and lowers herself into a
forward crawl.
Once in the dirt she proceeds to inch under.
Whoops and cheers go up from the guy's as she starts to ruin her blouse
and skirt.
You note her face gleaming as she sets about the task.
Sarah is next, she drops down and follows.
She has no worries getting in, she lies down on her chest and passes under
the start. She starts to slither along dragging her blue blouse as she goes.
Your heart pounds just watching. You love observing the outfits taking a
beating as they go.
Your turn.
You move forward, drop to your hand and knees then approach. You
lower yourself into the dirt as you prepare to pass under. You feel the solid
ground against your outfit. You glance up, put your head under the start,
then drag yourself through.
You feel the blouse and skirt scrunching against the broken up earth. You
pray it's staining, long horrible streaks that would ruin the look would be bliss.
Putting one arm in front of the other you focus on your sleeves. Each one
gets stained slightly from each impact with the earth.
You want to lift your back and snag your blouse on the barbed wire so it may
rip, you don't. At this point you don't want to make it obvious you have a
fantasy about your outfit being destroyed.
Moving through, you glimpse back over your left shoulder. Nikki is following
you in her gold blouse and pants.
You keep your head down, there is not much room above. Sarah is level with
you too your left. Her outfit is strewn with dirty marks down her cleavage.
You feel your heart rush from observing her clothes being hammered. You
keep creeping forward, continuously dumping your sleeve's into the dirt as
you try to gain traction.
Your left sleeve is stained from the elbow to the cuff. You wish somebody
would throw water over you while you are being forced to wriggle.
Glimpsing up and left, Clara has made it to the end and is now pulling
herself through the lip. This means pushing her outfit even further into the
dirt. Her white blouse has dirty marks and earthy streaks in several places
down her right side.
Stealing a moment you look at your cleavage, yes! Your blouse is also
covered in dirt and getting marked up nicely.
The colour looks superb mixed with the dark earthy stains.
You try to check your skirt, but cannot turn your head far enough.
Clara clears the obstacle and stands up.
The guys cheer as the lady poses in her stained office wear for a few
happy snaps.
"Come on Sarah, then we can boo Nikki and Tracey. She giggles as she
waits for the group to clear the test.
Sarah is the next to the lip, she pushes her blue blouse and leather skirt
into the dirt in order to pass under the wooden post.
Glancing over as she's exiting, her skirt is nicely stained down the right
side. You didn't get a look at her blouse as it was out of view.
"If anybody has any water throw it over Clara as that white blouse is asking
for it!" Nikki cries from under the obstacle.
You continue to scrabble onwards.
Your stomach is getting slightly damp, there must be enough moisture in
the ground for it to be seeping into the material. You want to rub your
blouse to make it even worse, you resist.
Sarah has managed to finish and is stood up. The front of her blue number
is strewn with dirty marks, in places it looks damp. She appears to have what
looks like a moist stain down the right arm making the sleeve go slightly dark.
Glimpsing over at the guys you see if anybody is carrying out Nikki's request?
But to no avail. There doesn't appear to be any liquid available at this time.
Arriving at the end, you push down and drag yourself under, then crawl out
and manage to get upright.
You smile at Clara and Sarah.
Glancing down dirt is strewn down your blouse. The breast pockets are
covered in marks, the front of the skirt has changed colour slightly where the
earth has rubbed against the fabric.
One of the guys asks you for a happy snap, you pose with the girls in your
dirt strewn attire.
You go back with Sarah and encourage Nikki, she too digs herself deep into
the dirt to pass under the finish. Her gold outfit a darker shade in places, but
not actually wet. She just looks a bit damp around her right breast. The pants
have not done bad, her knees are covered in dirt.
You've all managed the first obstacle OK.
Clara and Sarah pose together for a few happy snaps. The girls beam at each
other and giggle. They know this is only the start we have yet to encounter
anything wet or muddy!
"I'm all stained!" Clara laughs.
"Wait until we get into the mud and water then your outfit is for it." Nikki
giggles.
"I don't know that gold blouse might have a transparent moment or two."
You add.
"Says you in your red number that now looks slightly purple in places from
the streaks down your cleavage." Replies Nikki in between bouts of tittering.
"I'll just not get wet, I'm bound to stay dry." Clara quips.
"We'll see about that." Sarah laughs.
"Get together for a group photo girls." One of the guys asks.
As a team you huddle together in a group for a stained snap.
You all then put your best feet forward, onto the next challenge.


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regards

Andy and the team.
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