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'Those weren't games. They were poorly planned attempts at utter humiliation.'

'Did you see the state of the playing field?'

Playing field? That was a swamp.'

'Quicksand. It was like quicksand.'

'Have you seen what she did to my hair? It's going to take me days to get all this mud out.'

'Never mind your hair, look what all that mud did to my bikini.'

'At least you still have your bikini.'

Savannah, the petit permanently shy and adorably cute girl who had been hanging her head in shame dared to raise her gaze almost apologetically towards the towel wrapped girl jostling amidst the crowd of mud streaked and furious coeds and freshmen alike; dropping it just as quickly as she was met with a furious set of stares in return. Stares that, while perhaps justified, shouldn't have been aimed all at her.

After all, Savannah had thought this was a bad idea from the get go. And had said as much to her sempai and object of her growing girlcrush Nancy the second she suggested they could run the campus sports day. Well..not so much suggested as press-ganged the shy perpetually cute freshwoman into helping her run it. Savannah never had been good saying no to anyone, especially a friend. It was that attitude that had earned her the moniker of mousy, an epithet that had become somewhat stuck.

What did they know about running a major school event? Well...privately Savannah had hoped that Nancy did. Being on the student council must have given her some experience. Or so she had hoped, a misguided...in hindsight anyway..hope that had brought them to this moment; surrounded by a collection of their students who seemed bare seconds away from turning into a baying mob out for their blood. Or at least some revenge.

A fate that surely would already have befallen them if not for the presence of Greenwood Campus' notorious Head of Student Wellbeing and Physical Fitness Deliah Lincoln; a woman as stern as she was tall, her hair pulled in a severe bun that only highlighted her sculpted face and steely gaze, the last of which was magnified by her gold rimmed glasses. For her part, Mrs Lincoln had said nothing as the litany of offences continued to pour out, taking them all in with her usual stoic demeanour. One that sat in complete opposition to Savannah's growing shame and humiliation.


Now...an onlooker or someone walking by might have wondered why Savannah, Nancy or both girls didn't just..slip away in the confusion. Okay, they might not have gotten very far, unless they were going to slip out of the campus or something drastic like that. But even that choice was removed from them given how the both girls were each trapped in a set of stocks. Alright, technically only Nancy was in a set of stocks, sat snugly and securely with the heavy board padlocked around her feet; the embarrassing pose she had been forced into dragging her skirt up her hips just a little to reveal a flash of panties.

Which wasn't to say Savannah was doing much better, trapped as she was in the heavy pillory post that weighed down over her head and arms like the guilt and shame she felt. Still..at least her position as much as her clothing offered her more preservation of modesty. Her faded gym shorts and old slightly worn t-shirt at least offering some help there. Or would have been, for they had seemed the perfect choice for dashing headlong around a field with a dozen or so of her fellow students. Surely in such a melee..she had hoped..they wouldn't notice how both items were a little more snug around her hips and chest than she remembered, the petit girl obviously having done a little growing since high-school.

'And she knocked down the tent we were changing in. All we wanted to do was get cleaned up and then everyone was staring at us.'

And there it was. While Savannah did think it was a little unfair to blame the rest on her, given how she had tried to make the games she had run work despite the ridiculously muddy pitch. Had done her best to try and keep the peace and calm down the growing frustration the girls felt by constantly slipping around in the mud and getting dirtier and dirtier while she stayed clean and dry. Was it her fault that the more games they played, the muddier and more slippery the field became? Was it her fault that her confusion over the rules of dodgeball kept the game going much longer than it should have and succeeded only in uniting the two teams well and truly against her? She had done her best while Nancy had been setting up the tug of war which had descended into what could have only been called a mud wrestling match. But the tent incident..that was her own fault. Sort of. She hadn't meant to stumble into it. But stumble she did, her foot finally skidding on a patch of mud. And while she did keep her feet, she couldn't do anything to stop her sliding into the hastily erected changing area, her headlong tumble pulling down the not very securely erected plastic sheet that formed the loose tent that was the only thing protecting the modesty of the undressing girls inside who were only too glad to shed their muddy clothes.

'Yeah..and I had stripped down to my smalls, barely wearing a stitch.'

'You were lucky. I was topless.'

'You were lucky. I was naked.'

'And me. Butt naked.'

Savannah risked a glance at the four girls who had those grievances against her, vaguely noting they had all back into their still somewhat muddy clothes which given the way they had obviously been rinsed off were the only clothes they had.

'Alright, alright.' Mrs Lincoln clapped her hands firmly. 'I can see there are some grievances here. None as serious as the grievances as those directed at the good name of this campus. Grievances that you two are at the centre of, I have no doubt. Never have I seen the Greenwood reputation so dragged through the mud...we are at risk of becoming a laughing stock. So I think it's only fair a similar humiliation be meted out to the pair of you.'

'Oh come on. It was just a little...'

'It was just a little nothing.' Mrs Lincoln. 'Don't you nothing me.'

Savannah could have continued to focus on her friend's somewhat feeble efforts to defend herself. And might have done had she not suddenly been distracted by the flurry of activity around her. Looking back, something she didn't like to do that often, the humiliation of the memory still strong despite the number of times she had been through something like this, Savannah still had no idea how it started. One second she was remotely isolated from the crowd, the next they had moved to surround by her and Nancy. More worryingly they were all holding buckets of various sizes and colours. Buckets that Savannah had a fairly good idea what was inside them.

Even a student as sometimes adrift from the main thrust of Campus life as Savannah could be still couldn't avoid the buzz and hype around the upcoming Slimeathon. It wasn't every week a group of plucky teachers put themselves forward to a 'all for a good cause' sponsored sliming. One that was seemingly going to have to find some more slime since a better use had seemingly been found for it.

A better use that sadly seemed to be on them. Sensing movement around her, Savannah jerked her head up just in time to see the assembled crowd move forward. But not towards her, for there Savannah was granted something of a reprieve, the assembled crowds attention focused squarely for the moment on Nancy who for her part fixed them with the most winning and charming smile she could manage.

'Come on guys..no hard feelings right? Accidents happen right? Guys? Guys..wait..no..let's talk about this.'

Talking seemingly wasn't on their minds as two blondes who stepped out of the crowd, their long locks still streaked and matted with the mud they hadn't been able to shower out. Not sisters even if from a distance they could have passed for some, both sharing a similarly curvy body type and height; only the slightly more rounded facial features of one separating them in appearance. Right now they were even dressed alike, in plain blue sweatshirt and sweatpants that doubtless covered the selfsame mud that still lingered on their legs and arms and dozens of places they hadn't bothered to clean out of eagerness no doubt to air some grievances. So it was still daubed with the lingering evidence of her hapless friend's indiscretions that they advanced on Nancy, buckets already raised over her head. Blondes that Savannah had a feeling she recognised as having been pretty much at the forefront of the ill-fated messy games, blondes that Savannah would discover later were part of the campus swim team and that it had been their competitive natures that had lead them into this. Nancy of course was oblivious of this realisation or future revelation, given that she was just starting to work out how helpless she was to whatever awaited her. While Nancy might not be as helpless as Savannah at this point, she was still could do nothing but struggle impotently as the double streams of green slime obliterated the pristine look she had managed to cling too all day. Something her two tormentors seemed to delight in most gleefully. Already she was dripping with Gunge, streams running down her hair, arms and back alike, but that wasn't enough for her tormentors.

For neither of the blondes were willing to let her off that easily, quickly grabbing another couple of buckets before the last trickles had even oozed over Nancy's face. A face that Nancy raised almost defiantly as she wiped a hand over her Gunge streaked features, slicking her hair back over her head to reveal a smug smile that had replaced her friendly one. A smile that spoke volumes as powerfully as it said three words. Do. Your. Worst.

Savannah bit back a shocked gasp, only fear of drawing attention to herself keeping her from speaking. Instead she silently and urgently fixed Nancy with an imploring stare, urging her not to antagonise them. Even as she tired, Savannah knew it was hopeless. Nancy had always been as stubborn and outspoken as her friend was shy and retiring, even when she knew that attitude would get her in over her head. And sometimes in spite of it.

Nancy for her part quickly paid for her defiance, the blondes barely giving Nancy time to see the blue slop languishing heavily inside before it splattered over her head. Despite her bravado, Nancy still ducked beneath this fresh gunging, doing her best to hunch up against the clammy gunk that had utterly ruined her outfit. Her clothes that had stayed pristine all day were now streaked with vibrant blue and green, the soaked material tugged close against her skin and clinging to her chest.

Soaked because the blondes took cruel delight in not just pouring the Gunge over her, but making sure she was completely coated in it. Awash with the slime and the cloying feeling of it, Nancy couldn't pick up on that. But Savannah could, somehow unable to look away as the blondes dragged the buckets this way and that, directing the concentrated pour right to the places it hadn't covered yet. She should have looked away of course, yet something held her gaze.

For as much as she hated seeing her friend being punished this way, she couldn't deny something about it made her feel..tingly inside. Tingly and warm and fuzzy in a strange but nice way. Almost like the way she felt that time at her birthday party Pete had accidental sent her stumbling head first into her birthday cake, her face and chest buried in the soft moist mass surrounding her. Was...was this how people felt when they did this to her? Savannah had often been called cute when dropping with some horribly humiliating mess, comments she had always brushed off as just more cruel teasing. But...could some of those have been genuine?

Savannah didn't have time to linger on those thoughts though, dragged as she was back to her friend's messy punishment as her half shriek, half groan reached her ears. The same sudden stimulation that had elicited such a response was also what drew a tense, terse shudder from the bound and slimed girl, the last trickles of the two buckets poured directly over her panty covered crotch. A sensually wicked punishment that earned Savannah a shiver of her own. Which paled in comparison with the shiver that hit her from the whispered breath that suddenly caressed her ear.

'Enjoying the show? We haven't forgotten about you, you know.' Unable to turn her head towards the owner of that voice, Savannah still couldn't help but recognise it as belonging to one of the girls caught up in the changing tent debacle, the one who had complained about being topless. Of course, she wasn't topless now. She, like the other three girls surrounding her was dressed in loose t-shirt and jogging bottoms combo that had once been a multitude of pristine colours beneath the mud.

Savannah couldn't help seeing this as the girl who had been whispering in her ear moved to join the trio assembled before her. Surely, their choice of outfit was not just because they had no others but to spare any new clothes from any unexpected mess. Which equally surely didn't bode well for her. Savannah's nervously racing mind was barely able to piece together that thought, her eyes dancing from one of her would be tormentors to the next, desperately searching for some hint of mercy. So, you can imagine her surprise when the brunette who had been standing behind her sauntered over and, instead of delivering some disgustingly unimaginable slop over her helpless head, folded her in a gentle, if slightly awkward hug given the stocks still secured around her head.

It was Savannah's head that swam as she was hugged, the brunette's full boobs resting against hers with a touch that made her go all tingly again. 'Now..sweetie...I'm sure what happened was an accident. We don't think you meant to do it..but..you do kinda deserve this, given how you and your friend got away clean and without being humiliated today. Okay?'

'O..okay.' Savannah managed to stammer out that reply, already sort of resigned to what was going to happen. And maybe a few buckets of Gunge wasn't a terrible price to pay to clear the air. After all, Savannah was the kind of girl to hate feeling that anyone held bad feelings towards her and would do practically anything to apologise. So she couldn't help feeling that this was her just reward. A resolve that was tested a little when Savannah saw the bikini clad group who had dispersed while she was being hugged returning with three buckets of Gunge each, to say nothing of the two guys coming behind with another six, plus one more wheeling a trolley of what could only be thick creamy pies.

Ignoring her sudden squeak of protest, the three guys who had actually not been part of the original group but had been roped into this with the promise of watching the resulting messy spectacle and therefore had only been too happy to help placed the six buckets before her and then retreated to a safe distance while the girl's added theirs to the collection as they gathered around.

Her head hung shyly from the gathered attention on her as well as he returning resignation to her fate, Savannah waited with soft squirms for the first bucket to be tipped over her head. So you can imagine how the next sensation she felt utterly caught her off guard. Even had she been expecting it, she would still have squirmed under the cool slime now oozing over her butt, poured gleefully by the grinning blonde.

Savannah squeaked a shriek of surprised humiliation, try as she might she couldn't help it. She just felt so exposed here and humiliated. A humiliation that was bordering on the tender side but a humiliation none the less. What else could she feel with the slick slime creeping down over the curves of her hips and butt alike.

'Awww...listen to that. Such a cute little squeak. Guess we should call you mouse, hmm?'

'Or Mousey. She looks Mousey too me. Too bad we don't have any cheese.'

'True...but we have yellow Gunge.'

No..please..Savannah would have blurted out that sudden plea in response to any of those teases had she not been afraid of getting a mouthful of Gunge from the splash that was surely coming. As it happened she was wrong again, again having to endure the fresh humiliation of another slow pour, one made all the worse by the way she felt the Gunge trickle over her sides and wrap around the edges of her breasts even as it was worked down to the small of her back and back up again. It was almost like she was taking her time to ensure she was coated everywhere, ensuring with delicate care that nowhere was left unslimed.

'You know..she's too clean round here.'

That short statement was the only warning Savannah got before a wave of deep green Gunge splattered against her torso, the halfhearted fling from the black haired girl about her age and size and yet outmatching her with confidence only flinging about half the bucketful over her breasts yet still leaving them dripping with slime. Which still left another half of the bucket to be thrown over her should she desire it. Sadly she had other plans and before Savannah could even utter a word she had grabbed a handful of Gunge and smeared it quickly over her chest, seeming to delight in caressing and fondling her increasingly messy breasts, much to the delight of the watching crowd.

Which was nothing to their delight of the pure deferred gratification of seeing her finally taking a bucket of Gunge over her head. Savannah really had no way of preventing herself hearing the appreciative cheers and mirthful applause that followed, even with every part of her head from her chin to her hair and everything in between including her ears drenched beneath the heavy blue slop that had already plastered her hair over her eyes before the second bucket followed the first, the steady stream of red goo mixing with the blue to create a vibrant purple that dribbled from her chin and over her neck.

All of which left her as unaware as she was helpless to stop the button of her slimed shorts being popped open and the slick fabric tugged down her legs. Cheeks flaring with fresh humiliation as she could only imagine what she looked like, it wasn't lost on Savannah that her pert rump was exposed to whatever they had in mind. So it didn't come as a surprise, even as it did come as a shock, that her near naked butt was subjected to a fresh wash of slime that her white, sensible panties did nothing to protect her against; the once pristine fabric soaked with a fresh drenching of pink sticky Gunge. Now..had Savannah been in any position or frame of mind to keep track of the buckets that had been used against her, she might had realised she wasn't out of the woods yet. Yet as it so often is with times like this, hope can overwhelm rational thinking.

It was a hope quickly dashed as Savannah was caught in a rain of Gunge, the remaining buckets chucked over her shrieking squirming frame from all directions until she little more than a quivering undistinguishable figure dripping with a kaleidoscope of Gunge, all identifying traces lost from view. Daring to hope her humiliation was complete, Savannah made the mistake of raising her head..perfectly into the line of fire for the first of many pies launched her way. True, she discovered later, Nancy got her fair share of them too. But that sharing didn't prevent her from being left a mass of creamy white foam, only her Gunge soaked legs being spared the resulting onslaught of pies.

Now sure she was finished, Savannah waited for someone to release her so she could get a shower. Yet the next words she heard made her heart skip a beat.

'Come on. Let's leave these two here for a few hours. That will really teach them a lesson.'

Her head hung in fresh shame, Savannah silently pledged this would be the last time she promised to help someone, knowing deep down and despite her momentary sincerity that it wouldn't be.

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Perhaps not my greatest work..I feel I kinda rushed into this and perhaps tried to cram it together. Or maybe I'm just tired after a long week and being too hard on myself. Either way, I think I've got this pretty good and I'm gonna draw a line under this and move onto something else, see if I can get my juices flowing again. Either way, I hope you guys like it. If you do and want to see more from me, I'd love it if you could check out my Patreon Page and maybe throw a Pledge my way.

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