Gemma and Natasha had been playing for hours. They were best friends and were regulars at the girls' badminton club. Curly-haired blonde Gemma was the smaller and slighter of the two, with her most striking features being her dreamy blue eyes, cute turned-up nose and cheeky grin, while her curvier friend Natasha was a beautifully busty brunette. Both in their early twenties, they were also two of the best players at the club, and their skills were very closely matched.

This game had dragged on too long though. Every time it got to match point, they would cancel each other out. They needed an incentive so that one girl could find that extra bit of impetus to win.

"I know" suggested Gemma, "maybe we should set a forfeit for whoever loses in the end?"

"Yes" replied Natasha, a wicked idea already flickering in her mind, "but let's keep it a secret so that the other one of us doesn't know what's coming!" They both giggled and continued with their game.

A moment later, Gemma thought she had won. It was her advantage, and the shuttlecock was just millimetres from the ground when Natasha somehow managed to flick it back over the net where Gemma was too busy celebrating to return it. It was to provecostly as Natasha won the next two points and the game.

Natasha cackled, "ha ha ha, this is gonna be some forfeit for you Gemma! I'll have to get the rest of the girls in on it. We'll do it tomorrow morning."

Gemma arrived the next morning feeling slightly nervous but also looking forward to her forfeit. She was generally a good sport and knew that whatever Natasha and the girls had planned would be a good laugh.

Natasha met her with an eager grin "Ok, Gem, take a seat!" she said.

Gemma sat down on the elongated seat that had been provided for her. Her back met the back of the chair but the seat was so long that she had to lay her legs right down it rather than position them with her feet touching the floor.

Suddenly, Natasha grabbed Gemma's hands and tied them together behind the back of the chair. Then she took a thick rope and wrapped it round Gemma's ankles several times, effectively tieing her feet together as well. Whatever the forfeit was, it seemed kinky. Gemma's heart beat with nervous anticipation.

Natasha took off Gemma's badminton shoes and socks. Gemma giggled and wriggled her toes playfully. What kind of forfeit would need her to be in her bare feet? Unless oh no!

Natasha took a seat so that her face was about level with the soles of Gemma's feet. Gemma knew what was coming, she had once told Natasha that she had very ticklish feet, and Natasha wasn't one to forget these things. She ruthlessly ran her fingers up and down Gemma's soles, under and between her toes, around her heels and inside her arches. Gemma laughed, screamed, kicked, squirmed and pleaded for her to stop, but there was nothing she could do. In a strange way, she liked that. She was enjoying the mixture of excitement and helpless panic that this tickling session was creating.

Finally, Natasha stopped tickling and gave Gemma a chance to compose herself before what was to be the real piece de resistence. "Are you ready for the next round of your forfeit?" she asked.

"You you mean there's more to come?" spluttered a red-faced and still slightly out of breath Gemma. "I thought that was it!"

Natasha threw her head back, "Ha! The tickling was just for starters. We've got quite a main course prepared for you!"

"Uh-oh, what could that be?" gulped Gemma.

Natasha grinned teasingly at her friend before calling out "OK girls, let's let her have it!"

Gemma turned round to see the other ten girls in the badminton club all approaching, and each one was armed with a custard pie! "Oh my God!" Gemma cried, realising what was about to happen to her, but it was too late.

Vicky, the first girl in the queue, teased Gemma by holding the pie in front of her face for a few seconds before slamming it firmly in, giving it a bit of a rub in to ensure great facial coverage. Tanya was up next and grabbed the back of Gemma's head before wiping the pie up and down her face slowly. Poor Gemma's face was already unrecognisable behind the thick, yellow custard layer.

Claire was up next and chose to push the pie firmly into Gemma's face so that a large chunk of the crust stuck there. Kayleigh dumped hers on Gemma's head before easing it down into her face. She accidentally dropped it, however, and it landed right on her tits. That brought a laugh from everybody not least Gemma herself.

Hazel opted for the techique of holding the pie in front of Gemma then shoving her face into it. Lauren was more ambitious still, running in front of Gemma and throwing the pie at her forcefully, needless to say she was an excellent shot and Gemma copped a good facefull.

Identical twins Ashleigh and Carrie went for the classic pie sandwich routine, smothering both sides of Gemma's head with pies before gradually meeting in the middle of her face. Becky and Amy finished off the ordeal with two textbook pies placed firmly into the face of the tied-up, helpless Gemma.

Gemma smiled gleefully as she got her breath back, she enjoyed that! She loved a bit of fun and didn't mind if the laughs were at her expense now and again. "How are the pies, Gem?" asked Natasha.

Gemma licked her lips passionately, getting a good amount of the custard on her tongue. "Delicious" she replied through a facefull of custard.

"Great" said Natasha, "maybe you'd like second helpings then? Come on girls, let's give her another splattering!"

Gemma had too much custard all over her face to be able to see what was going on, but she knew she was in for another pie-in-the-face-session. To add to the torture, Natasha had started tickling her feet again. She screeched and writhed as the ten girls each ploughed another pie, this time loaded with thick and runny whipped cream, into her face. This time it was a bit more anarchic, with pies ploughed into Gemma from all angles, especially since she couldn't keep still. By the end, it was all over her breasts, shoulders, and even her legs, and Gemma was in hysterics. Not just from the tickling either, she was loving the feeling of the pies being smashed into her face.

"So, Gemma, just to recap" narrated Natasha, "the girls have now hit you with a total of twenty pies. I can't help but think that's a little unfair, don't you?"

Gemma grinned and nodded, thinking that perhaps her punishment was coming to an end.

"After all" Natasha went on, "I haven't had a chance to pie you once yet!" She pulled a trolley full of pies in front of Gemma, "Hehehe, now let's get you up to fifty!"

Natasha mercilessly nailed Gemma with pie after pie. It was hard to tell who was enjoying it more, Natasha or Gemma. Gemma was loving it here she was, tied up, barefoot and her best friend plastering her with pies, yet it felt sexually exciting. The pies flooded her hair and slopped onto her tits before it was finally over.
The girls all gathered round and Natasha spoke. "Fair play to Gemma for being such a good sport, however I still think she's got off a bit lightly. So, just to make sure she feels completely and utterly gunged, we all chipped in to get you this, Gem!"

At that moment, Gemma felt a thick, cold slime dropping onto her head it was pink in colour. The girls were pouring four gallons of strawberry milkshake over her! Gemma gasped and laughed. Continuing to be a great sport, she looked up so that the milkshake splatted straight into her face, then looked ahead, mouth wide open in mock shock before returning to uncontrollable laughter.

"Thanks girls", she finally said. "This was a great laugh, but Natasha, DO NOT think I won't be getting my own back on you!!!"