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Serum 41: Press-ganged
Story by Deeppan9x
Posted 6/14/19     2654 views
Natalie Williamson was an experienced local journalist who was looking for that one big story to leapfrog her to national attention. Regrettably her career so far had mostly consisted of reporting on anniversaries, school fetes and lost cats. However, she had recently heard rumours of odd goings on at the Research Institute for Latent Emotions.

According to one source, a special event held by the institute and attended by the local mayor had descended into absolute chaos. Unfortunately, none of the attendees were willing to talk about it and her questions to the mayor's office had gone unanswered. Natalie herself had received an invite to the event but not bothered going, a decision she was now kicking herself about.

Then there were whispers of secret tests taking place at the institute involving some of their own staff. It was all very mysterious, and Natalie knew if she could discover what was going on this could be her ticket to the big time. And with no one willing to talk about what had gone on that just left her course of action...

* * *

It was a dark by the time Natalie had parked her car in the neighbouring estate and made her way towards the Research Institute. She was wearing flat shoes and a navy-blue pants suit which she hoped were both practical and nondescript for sneaking around in.

Her first hurdle, quite literally in this case, was the four-foot chain link fence that ran around the perimeter of the institute's grounds. Natalie had been a half decent track and field athlete in her college years, so taking a few steps back she then ran at the fence and launched herself over it, landing safely on the other side but losing a shoe in the process. After giving it a little thought Natalie decided to discard her other shoe before continuing on her way.

The landscaped grounds were very open but poorly lit, so Natalie had no difficulty getting close to the buildings without being seen. However, her next obstacle looked somewhat more impressive than the first, an eight-foot brick wall with loops of barbed wire on top. There was no way she would be able to leap this one.

Removing her all-important phone from her jacket, Natalie transferred it to the back pocket of her trousers before removing her jacket and throwing it up above the wall and over the barbed wire. She then climbed up the wall and using the padding provided by the jacket, managed to avoid getting nicked by the barbs as she scrambled over the wall and dropped down the other side.

She found herself in a private car park although there was nary a vehicle to be seen at this time of night. Natalie reached for her jacket and tried to pull it down from the wall, but it had got caught up in the barbed wire, so she had to abandon it.

"At this rate I'll be naked by the time I get into the institute" Natalie muttered to herself.

Natalie quickly made her way through the car park and across to the institute's main building. Once there she started looking for a way in. She could see that the doors to the building were clearly locked and bolted so instead checked out the windows. The first couple proved to be firmly secured as did the third. However, whilst she was unable to gain access via the third window she was able to see inside.

A couple of waitresses appeared to be setting up a huge display of cakes and pies upon a long trestle table situated against the far wall. There was also a woman in a white lab coat with a clipboard who seemed to be taking notes. And somewhat surprisingly there were two women standing in the middle of the room who Natalie recognised.

The first was Debbie Jones, a local radio journalist and frequent rival of Natalie's. The second was local television broadcaster and minor celebrity Anne Taylor. Both women appeared to be slightly dishevelled with Debbie's hair looking as if she been dragged through a hedge backwards whilst Anne had grass stains on the elbows of her blouse, around the hem of her skirt and on her knees.

Natalie was so distracted at seeing the two women in the institute that she failed the hear the sound of someone approaching until it was too late. Spinning around she found herself face-to-face with a female security guard.

* * *

Natalie was frogmarched into the institute's main building and down a long corridor by the female security guard. Eventually they arrived at a set of impressive looking offices where the guard ushered her into the biggest ones to face a smartly dressed middle-aged woman.

"Ah Miss Williamson, we've been expecting you" the woman said ominously.

Looking around the room Natalie spotted a bank of monitors showing numerous scenes from what must be the institute's CCTV system. These included images of Natalie breaking into the grounds, climbing the wall, sneaking across the car park and peering into various windows. It was clear that her intrusion had been observed right from the beginning and she could be in serious trouble if the institute decided to press charges.

Turning back to the woman, Natalie could see she had a handful of papers in her hands. She spread the document out on a table and indicated for Natalie to examine it. Natalie did as she was bid, both because she didn't seem to have any other choice and because of her own innate curiosity.

The paperwork turned out to be a release form, saying that Natalie agreed to participate in a chemically induced social experiment. The form indemnified the institute from any blame or claim of wrongdoing but interestingly didn't include a gagging order. Natalie realised that reporting on whatever this was could be her big chance. But, she was anxious about what exactly was going to happen.

"Either sign it or we call the police about an intruder" the woman stated.

Natalie hastily grabbed a nearby pen and added her signature to the bottom of the document. The smartly dressed woman gave her a condescending grin as she gathered up the papers and indicated for the female security guard to escort Natalie out.

As they left the office, Natalie took the opportunity to slam the door shut. It was only a small act of defiance, but one Natalie decided she needed to make. Unfortunately for her as the door closed it caught on the hem of her trousers, trapping her. Natalie tried opening the door, but it wouldn't budge so she pulled on her trousers in an attempt to free herself.

Natalie heard the tell-tale sound of cloth ripping moments before she was suddenly released and tumbled over on to the floor. The left leg of Natalie's trouser was split open right up to the thigh but other than her dignity, she herself was unharmed. The security guard smirked as she helped Natalie to stand up, before taking her arm and showing her towards the room she'd peered into earlier.

* * *

Natalie found herself shoved through the door and into the large room. The two waitresses had finished setting up the display of cakes and were now uncorking what appeared to be a magnum of champagne. Debbie and Anne were still standing around chatting with one another whilst the woman in the white lab coat looked on. All five turned to view the newcomer.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in" Debbie announced snidely.

"Please join us" Anne said somewhat more welcoming.

Taking a moment or two to compose herself first, Natalie walked over to her fellow journalists. She introduced herself to Anne whilst doing her best to ignore Debbie. One of the waitresses approached with a tray of drinks and all three women gladly accepted a glass. Natalie sipped at the sparking drink which she judged to be excellent even if it did have a slightly odd aftertaste.

As she drank, Natalie wondered at exactly what kind of experiment she'd been forced to agree to. It was clear that neither Anne nor Debbie knew any more than she did. As she pondered the situation, the waitress came around again and refilled their glasses. All the time the woman in the white lab coat kept taking notes.

Without being conscious of it, the three women gradually made their way over to the trestle table. There was a bewildering array of creamy desserts on display and Natalie's eyes were drawn to one of them: a pastry case filled with custard and topped with whipped cream. Acting on a sudden impulse, Natalie picked up the pie, spun round and thrust it into Debbie's astonished face.

"How dare you!" Debbie screeched.

Natalie couldn't quite believe what she'd just done. Debbie scraped some of the cream from her face before reaching for one of the other pies on the table. She then turned to face Natalie and it was clear where she intended the pie to go. However, that was before Debbie and Natalie both heard the sound of laughter coming from Anne.

Debbie was less than impressed with her colleague's reaction and thrust the pie she was holding into Anne's giggling face. Anne stopped laughing for a moment of two before bursting out in a fit of giggles. Natalie didn't quite know what to make of Anne's humour and looked to Debbie for an explanation. But what she saw was Debbie standing there with another pie in her hand.

"Now wait a minute Debbie..." Natalie pleaded.

But, before Natalie could say anything further or Debbie could smash the pie into her face, Anne grabbed the pie from out of Debbie's hands. Natalie sighed with relief, but it was short lived as Anne spun around and planted the pie into Natalie's face herself. Debbie, not to be denied her vengeance, took a firm hold of Natalie's blouse and yanked it open causing the buttons to fly off.

Natalie glanced down at her exposed bra and stomach before looking over at Debbie's top. Unfortunately, it appeared that unlike her blouse it would take more a simple tug to dislodge it. So instead she turned to Anne and grabbing hold of her flimsy looking blouse, proceeded to rip it right off leaving Anne topless except for her lacy bra.

Debbie appeared to be quite amused by her fellow journalists' state of undress until the pair of them ganged up on her. They removed not only her top but her jeans as well to leave her standing there in just her underwear. Natalie would have liked to destroy the jeans as her trousers and Anne's skirt had been. But, even with a pair of scissors that would have been difficult to achieve.

So instead Natalie settled for taking Debbie's top and jeans and throwing them across the room. Meanwhile the two waitresses left the room whilst the woman in the white lab coat continued frantically taking her notes.

"You pair of bitches!" Debbie screamed.

Debbie took a pair of pies from off the table and sandwiched Natalie's head between them. She then got another pair and did the same to Anne. Whilst the two women tried to clear the cream from their faces Debbie took the opportunity to first strip Natalie of her ripped blouse and trousers, and then to rip Anne's skirt off her so all three women were in a similar state of undress.

Natalie turned to Anne and nodded in Debbie's direction, Anne smiled back at her and the two women once again teamed up. Anne grabbed hold of Debbie and fought to keep her still whilst Natalie picked up a couple of pies. She smashed the first pie into Debbie's face whilst she took the second one and slammed it on top of Debbie's head, making sure to grind the cream into her hair.

Then Natalie took hold of Debbie whilst Anne went over to the table. She returned moments later with two pies which she appeared to be going to deposit on Debbie's bra. Natalie thought Anne could do one better and so unhooked Debbie's bra and removed it, throwing it across the room. Anne wasting no time in smearing the pies over Debbie's naked breasts provoking a moan of pleasure from her victim.

"Seems like someone is starting to enjoy herself" Anne commented.

She's not the only one, Natalie thought to herself. Pie and stripping her rival was not something that Natalie hadn't ever considered before but it was intensely satisfying, even if she had suffered the same humiliation herself. In fact, Natalie wanted nothing more than to continue their messy fun so picking up a couple of pies she approached Debbie.

Anne smiled encouraging at Natalie, Natalie smiled back before turning on her. She thrust the first pie into Anne's surprised face before taking hold of her bra and ripping it off. She then took the second pie and rubbed it over Anne's exposed chest. Then she stood back to allow her fellow journalists the chance for some payback.

Debbie immediately went to the table and taking two pies and a large cake positioned them in a triangle formation. She and Anne then ganged up on Natalie, grabbing her bra between them and pulling on it until it broke apart. Anne then took hold of the back of Natalie's head and forced her to bend over until her face was buried in the cake Debbie had prepared and her breasts resting in the two conveniently located pies.

"Who's been a naughty girl?" Debbie asked rhetorically.

Natalie could guess what was coming next and so wasn't surprised when Debbie took a pie and spanked her on the bottom with it. What she hadn't expected was the five further smacks as Anne and Debbie alternately took it in turn to decorate her posterior with cream. Natalie then felt her panties being removed and a final pie applied to her most private regions.

Pulling her face from out of the cake, Natalie stood up and picking up a pie, turned to face Debbie. Debbie stood there with lust-filled eyes and a damp patch clearly visible on her panties. Natalie stepped over to Debbie and gave her a kiss on the lips before ripping off her panties and thrusting the pie against Debbie's crotch. She then found herself going down on her rival.

The woman in the white coat was so busy noting down what was happening between Natalie and Debbie that she failed to spot Anne approach. Anne smashed a pie into the woman's face before stripping her of her coat and going back for more messy ammunition.

* * *

The female security guard and her boss laughed as they watched the messy antics on the monitors. They'd had a bet that at some point the action would escalate beyond the three journalists.

"Looks like you win," the security guard conceded "I was sure it would be one of those French maids that got pied."

"Yes, where did that pair get to?" the middle-aged woman asked.

Suddenly the office door burst open and the two waitresses appeared, each brandishing a pie. Before the security guard or her boss could react, they were recipients of a pie in the face. The waitresses then wheeled in a trolley laden with more pies to continue their fun.

The End.
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Comments:
briff1es:
6/17/19
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Brilliant stuff! I love that no-one is safe if you're in the vicinity. You're really on a roll of late!
Deeppan9:
6/17/19
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Thanks for the comment Briff1es. Hopefully more stories on their way soon-ish.
Fox_Trot:
6/22/19
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Most excellent, Deeppan!. Things seem to be developing well for the testing XD Cant wait for the next one
Deeppan9:
6/23/19
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Glad you liked it Fox_Trot. Hope the clothes destruction was okay?
Fox_Trot:
7/6/19
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Pretty decent. Not as full-on as i would prefer but that's just me hahaha. My next suggestion would be scissors-enabled XD That way the destruction could be full.
Or clothes made of delicate fabrics that just disintegrate when pulled after being absolutely trashed and soaked with mess
ChuckSM:
9/6/19
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Great story Deeppan!! Love to see several female journalists actually do this to each other!!
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