To be honest I was pissed off.

I had agreed to take part in Emma's video project and knew that there would be some sort of catch, especially when she had mentioned a life-changing amount of money at stake. However, being pelted with an obscene number of pies. I was standing trying to wipe cream and filling from my breeches and shirt. I hadn't seen who had been throwing the pies, but guessed that this was some clever trick. There were people or devices hidden and I was being humiliated live on the internet for her viewers.

"Well, I'm not giving up!"

I yelled out to the empty room. There was near silence, only the buzzing of the flicking lights and the ever-present electrical drone was there. I knew there were hidden cameras, I just hoped that there was also somewhere I could wash off the humiliating mess.

What fascinated me was the fact that, as I was pelted with pie, something seemed to change within me. I had felt my temperature rising, my breath catching and, oh God I was embarrassed to admit it to myself, but I had felt wanton. A big part of me had wanted to embrace the cream. I had found myself dipping my hand into my pants, starting to smooth the cool confectionary across my sensitive parts. What the hell was happening to me? Had I been given some drug or aphrodisiac? Was that the catch? I was to reduce myself to this in front of a hidden audience. I shuddered.

I had to move on. I was alone and the rooms seemed to be going on ahead of me for miles. It was all impossible.

***

"What do you mean, you can't see me?"

"Just that Emma. We can see your POV camera, but we cannot see you within the rooms. It's almost as if you aren't there at all"

I huffed. Now I was having technical issues. I looked around; I knew the layout. At least I thought I had done. Somehow the area looked different to what we had designed, it seemed, impossibly, bigger. I took out my UV torch, we had marked walls and junctions to ensure that staff would be able to move around in what was, basically, a maze. I scanned the walls but none of the markers were appearing. Confused I walked on. This was not what I expected, had I gone mad? Strange rooms, no markers. Screw this. I turned around to leave.

There was no door.

I had just walked in, yet the door was gone. I grabbed my radio.

"Kelsey, what the hell is happening, where is the doorway?" There was no response, just a hiss of static. "Kels?" Nothing. I swore under my breath. I walked on; I would recognise something soon.

***

There was a shower cubical standing alone in the centre of an open area. I had been walking for some time and now, dripping with mess, I had salvation in the form of a shower. Bravo Emma. Of course, it could be a trap, and I was certainly not going to strip and give the audience a free show, but I could wash off the worst of the slop and carry on, damp but not looking as ridiculous.

I approached, opening the glass door and turning on the tap expecting a flood of icy water. I put my hand beneath the flow but it was warm, inviting even. There was shampoo and soap. Okay I would play ball.

I slid off my boots and pulled down my breeches washing them under the flow before placing them on the rail outside of the shower to drip dry. I did the same with my riding shirt before stepping into the warm water.

I was sure my 'oh so attractive' sports bra and panties were doing nothing for viewing figures, but I had worn them for comfort when riding and not titillation. That's all you're getting boys I thought to myself. The water was lovely, the cream washed from my long blond locks. I was soon clean; the only evidence of the pies was circling the drain. I switched off the flow and pushed the door.

For a second, I thought I had made a mistake, but the door was held fast. Worse, it wasn't a door. There was no handle. Shit! I was in a solid box. The water started again; this time no longer pleasantly warm it was as icy as I had expected. I cursed my 'friend'. I tried to turn the tap but it wouldn't budge. I grabbed the shower head, ripping it from the wall. The flow stopped.

"Ha! Screw you, Emma!"

There was only a second of respite however, there was a gurgle and a flow of something started from where the showerhead had been. It was thick and white with a sweet smell. I tried to block the pipe but the flood just increased, flowing around my fingers, splattering on my face. Some dripped into my mouth, marshmallow?

Second, by second the flow increased, my body was being covered in an all-enveloping sticky ooze. The marshmallow started to enrobe my head before dripping down my shoulders and across my chest. Again, something started to change in my psyche. As the warm marshmallow fluff dripped across my bra, I found myself holding out my hands, taking a large, double handful and starting to smear it across my engorging nipples.

The sticky, sweet mass grasped at my skin, feeling almost like a lover as I grabbed blindly for more. My bra was ballooning, the fluff filling the cups. I started to smear it across my taut stomach and then, at first fleetingly, into my pants.

I held the waistband open, allowing the almost glacial flow of white to drip into my panties. I watched with a detached curiosity as the warm fluff seeped down. Soon I could resist no longer and reached in, touching my now sodden slit, running my fingers across my clit, circling my most sensitive places.

I was unable to resist. I needed to do this. My mind was totally blank, overtaken with a blinding lust. The weight of the sticky mass was engulfing me, hugging me like a desperate lover. I moaned, swallowing the sweet mass wishing for it to take me over. I could feel the level in the shower rising, but I didn't care. The fluff was pouring from both over my head and from my feet. Soon my world went white as the cubical filled. Not that I was there I was seconds from cumming and soon exploded in a level of pleasure I had never encountered. I gasped, my mouth filling with the soft mass.

***

I was bloody cross. I had been walking for what had seemed hours and there were no UV markings on the walls and no sign of a way out. Heads would roll for this. My radio was useless with nothing but static and I was sure I had been walking in circles.

I turned a corner and saw a strange sight. Before me was a narrower passage with a series of coloured squares on the floor. I grabbed my radio to try and make contact once more.

"Base this is Emma, what the hell am I looking at here?"

Noting. Not even static this time. I approached the passage. There was a grid of seemingly random squares, red, yellow, green and black amongst others. Beyond it, I could see the entrance door. Great! I started to walk into the passage stepping on a yellow square.

I squealed. The flood of yellow had seemingly come from nowhere. Looking down I could see I was covered from my brunette bob to my expensive trainers in what smelt like custard. I gagged. Custard brought back horrid memories of school dinners. Whoever had done this would be fired immediately. Bastards!

I looked around; I was alone. It must have been dropped from the ceiling. I swore loudly and stepped on, ignoring the brown square.

I gasped as the spray of hot liquid squired between my legs. My Lycra shorts and skimpy silk thong gave little protection. I leapt back and was hit by another flood of custard. I was filled with rage. I had been shot in the quim with gravy and soaked in custard. I stepped back, out of the passage but found I couldn't exit the square. It was almost as if there was a glass wall preventing me. I could feel the resistance, but couldn't get through. Fuck!

The only way was forward and now I looked more carefully at the floor tiles. Custard yellow, gravy brown. I needed to find a safe path, I had white on the left of me and green to the right. I couldn't face more scalding gravy so stepped left. There was nothing. I laughed; I had broken the system so soon!

My smugness was short-lived as I stepped forward, I was tripped by a hidden obstacle and fell, face first. Thank goodness for a soft landing. My fall had been broken by a giant sheet cake which had been iced with layers of deep, white buttercream. I pulled my face from the bed-sized tart, and my body sunk some inches into the sloppy icing.

I rolled over. I wanted to be angry, but the cake was so soft, so embracing. It was like being embraced by a cloud. My body was covered with inches of butter icing and I was laying staring at the darkness of the ceiling without a care in the world. I sucked my fingers and gasped, the taste was sublime. I wanted to be here forever. I could sleep here. I closed my eyes for a second, the cake felt warm, as if it had just left the oven, could I be sinking.

My body was so totally relaxed, my eyes closing. It was only at the last second, as the icing engulfed me totally that I realised my peril. My eyes snapped open and I fought to free myself from the icing which was now more like quicksand. I was sinking, drowning.

I clambered towards the edge but it seemed to be moving away from my grasp. I was more icing than human now. I swam against a tide of soft cream until I was able to dig my fingernails into the floor beyond. I struggled, tugging myself from the cake's grasp, slithering onto the next tile.

I lay gasping, exhausted from my efforts. As I struggled to my feet, what seemed like gallons of ketchup hit me from above coating the red square I was standing on.

***

I came too.

The water was flowing, it was warm and inviting. There was no sign of marshmallow and the door was open. I stepped out. Had I hallucinated what had happened? I had been on the brink of drowning and then I had experienced the orgasm of a lifetime. I must have passed out.

My clothes were dry as I pulled them onto my damp body.

What was happening to me? I was confused as to how I had found myself here, this seemed to be detached from a silly viral video, it was truly messing with my mind.

I walked on, turning a corner I froze there was another person. At least I thought they might be a person, they were misformed, covered in splatters of white, red and other colours. The blob cried out as I approached.

"Wendy! Oh, thank God! No! Stop! Stay there!"

Emma's voice was taut, full of fear. Had she fallen prey to one of her own stupid traps? I ignored her cries and stepped onto a pink tile. There was a sudden wash of strawberry milkshake which covered my body. So much for having showered.

Emma yelled, she was frozen in fear, there was just one square between us. I reached out to her, she was shaking as I took her hand, stepping onto the black square. Nothing happened. Nervously she stepped forward.

"What the hell happened to you?"

"This isn't right. This isn't what I did" Her teeth were chattering, seemingly in fear.

"Come on, we can leave this place." I turned but my progress was stopped by what seemed to be an invisible wall.

"Fuck!"

I wasn't aware of what covered us initially, but soon the rich, heavy smell filled my nostrils as we were showered in the heavy, warm substance. Tar! We were both being covered, seemingly unable to escape and soon would either drown or be set forever statue-like as a warning to others. Despite what was happening, I was beside myself with lust. What the hell was wrong with me

Then it clicked. I realised what I had to do, what had saved me before. I leaned forward, taking Emma in my arms, I kissed her deeply, my tongue swirling in her mouth. She was trying to pull back but I shoved a hand into her shorts. Oh, forgive me girl, but there was no time to explain as I used tar to lubricate frantic frottage.

I felt her tense, her kissing becoming deeper, her fingers toying with my tarred nipples. We were wanton bitches, ready to be taken by the mess and, as one, we came.

***

I woke lying on the damp carpet. My body was covered in thick slimy tar, but I was able to swipe it from my skin. Beside me, Emma was coming around. She was totally covered in mess but we were alive.

I had no idea where we were or what on earth was happening, but I think I had broken the code. There were clearly going to be risks, but, it seemed, that as long as we put on a good enough show we were to be saved

A tiny part of my mind, a depraved corner revelled and was desperate to see what we would encounter next.