Six weeks had passed since Gemma had found herself tied up and subjected to a pie and milkshake bombardment. She was desperate to get her own back on Natasha, but the opportunity hadn't presented itself yet. Of course, she could just sneak up to Natasha and pie her, but that wouldn't be ample revenge for being tied up, tickled, hit in the face with fifty pies and covered in pink gunge. Gemma wanted to really even up the scores, or perhaps even say 'Advantage Gemma'. That's why she'd been carrying a pair of handcuffs in her kitbag since the incident.

Gemma was in the changing room and watched her friend come in from the court. Natasha often liked to play badminton barefoot, as she thought it helped her grip and movement. Gemma observed as Natasha tiptoed over to where she had left her kitbag, which was near a pole that ran between the roof and floor of the slighly old-fashioned changing room. "Hmmm, this looks promising," she thought to herself.

Natasha took off her badminton top and skirt and took a step back towards the pole. This had to be Gemma's chance. She grabbed the handcuffs and ran over to Natasha. Grabbing both of Natasha's hands, she pulled her arms behind the metal pole and quickly bound her hands in the cuffs. Natasha was now attached to the pole, wearing nothing but her pink underwear.

"Yes, got you at last!" Gemma cried, jumping up and down with excitement. The noise attracted the attention of most of the other girls in the changing room, who knew exactly what was about to happen when they saw Gemma's ecstatic expression and the handcuffed, scantily-clad Natasha, looking very sheepish. A few of them cheered, they had been willing Gemma to get even with Natasha.

"Girls, I'm just going over to the shop to get some nice things to treat Natasha to," Gemma announced. "Keep her entertained till I get back!"

As Gemma ran across the road to the supermarket, some of the other girls edged towards the helpless Natasha. "I think you deserve what's coming to you!" said Becky.

"Can't really argue with that," said Natasha with a nervous laugh. "I messed her up good and proper."

"And let's not forget the tickling you gave her!" said Kayleigh, moving her hands towards Natasha's armpits. "Maybe now it's your turn to squirm?"

Kayleigh began to tickle Nastasha under her arms, which made her start to laugh quietly at first but then louder. "Oh no, ha ha ha, not the tickling!" she wailed.

"Good thinking, Kayleigh!" said Lauren. "I'll get her chest!"

The laughter and squirming increased as Lauren's fingers flurried across Natasha's exposed belly. Then Becky got in on the act and went for the backs of Natasha's knees. By now, she was writhing all over the place. She lifted a leg up to stop the knee tickling, but that was a bad idea because Becky just went for the sole of her right foot instead.

Natasha wasn't as ticklish as Gemma, but she was being attacked in three very sensitive areas. Her laughter was the first thing Gemma heard as she re-entered the changing room, armed with a few shopping bags full of stuff that was about to end up all over her friend.The other girls backed away from Natasha and gave Gemma the centre stage to exact some thoroughly deserved revenge.

Natasha had gone bright red and looked a bit flustered from her tickle torture.Gemma couldn't help noticing that she had a gorgeous, curvy figure, with round, shapely breasts and plenty of naturally tanned skin on show. It was almost a shame that she was about to get completely trashed well, not really, actually!

Gemma strode over to Natasha with a mischievous grin on her face. "Oh, you're really gonna get it now, Tash" said Gemma as she teased her friend by twanging the elastic on her knickers.
Natasha gulped loudly for comic effect. But in actual fact, she was loving it.

Natasha had never told anybody this before, but she had a WAM fetish. For as long as she could remember, she would get jealous when she saw somebody take a pie in the face or sit in a gunge tank, wishing it were her in their position. She felt too awkward to directly ask somebody to mess her up, which was precisely why she had done it to Gemma. She knew her friend well enough to be sure that she would want revenge, and this was just what she was dreaming of down to her bra and knickers, tied up and about to be subjected to a public splattering in front of all her friends.

As the rest of girls starting making up some pies from the whipped cream and cake crusts Gemma had bought back, Gemma went and grabbed the hosepipe used to clean out the changing room showers.

"First up, Tash, you look a bit hot and bothered, so I'm going to cool you down. Amy, can you do the honours please?"

Amy was stood nearest to the tap to which the hose was connected. She turned it to full power and Natasha awaited her soaking. As the water came out, Gemma started by aiming at Natasha's bare feet. Slowly, she worked the way up her body, past her knees, and soaked the front of those pink cotton knickers. Natasha screamed, more in pleasure than anything.

Gemma kept going up with the hose and watered Natasha's belly, and then the bra got it. Gemma made sure that each tit got its own indivdual hit before moving up to the head. Natasha shut her eyes tight as the powerful jet of water shot straight into her face. Gemma left it there for a good few seconds as Natasha gasped and gulped mouthfuls of water. To her credit, she never flinched throughout the head-to-toe drenching.

Gemma finally dropped the hose and laughed out loud at the situation her friend found herself in. She was absolutely drenched, her hair was matted to her shoulders and her pink bra was not as opaque as it had been. Her erect nipples were clearly visible, but she didn't care. She pretended to just grin and bear it, but what she really wanted to do was laugh, moan and slip her hands down into her knickers, especially as she knew what was coming next it was time for her pieing!

Gemma approached her badminton buddy with a really smug 'now it's my turn' look on her face, carrying a huge pie topped high with thick, whipped cream. Natasha bit her lip and looked Gemma straight in the eye. Gemma held the pie inches from Natasha's face and cackled.

"Bring it on!" Natasha said.

Gemma was happy to oblige. She cocked her right hand back and shoved the pie with some force into Natasha's face. The pie was just the right size and shape for her face to fit perfectly into the crust, and splashes of cream jetted out onto the pole. Gemma twisted and ground the pie into Natasha's face. Then she picked up an identical pie and dumped it on her friend's head. Natasha looked ridiculous, her once cute face dripping with pie filling and crust, with the hat of dishevelled crust and cream nestling on her head.

Gemma clapped her hands. "Oh yes, that was satisfying," she said. "Still plenty more to come for you as well!"

She pushed her friend's chin up so that she was facing directly upwards, then plunged a custard pie square in her face from above.

"Ha ha, revenge is sweet!" said Gemma.

Natasha licked her lips and tasted the thick custard. "Well, that one was pretty sweet actually, with all the custard on it!" she joked.

"We can soon sort that out," said Gemma. "Here's something more bitter." With that, sheslapped a lime cream pie into the side of Natasha's head, before taking a step back and admiring her work.

"OK girls," she shouted to the others, "it's your turn, hit her with the pies of justice!"

The ten other girls steamed in and Natasha was soon buried under a myriad of multi-coloured pies. She let out a squeal of delight as she took a blueberry cream pie sandwich and the mixtures of blue, green and yellow slopped down her soaking wet bra and into her cleavage. The girls were ruthless with her and she was total unrecognisable by the time Gemma took centre stage again. Gemma, however, was keen to see the punishment go on.

"Still plenty of pies left," she announced. "I fancy trying out my target practice. Keep still, Tash."
"Like I have a choice!" Natasha mumbled from beneath the mountain of gooey pie mix all over her face.
Gemma stood about ten feet away from Natasha and launched a banana cream pie at her. SPLAT! Full in the face, first time! Gemma kept the pace up and treated her friend to a pie bombardment, with plenty of hits to the face and hair. Then her left breast got splattered, followed by her right.

"Are you aiming for my tits on purpose?" Natasha asked with a giggle.

"Well, let's face it," retorted Gemma, "they're hard to miss!"

"Makes a change from the face at least!" said Natasha, seconds before a big spongy custard pie predictably flew into her face.

The pies finally ran out, so Gemma walked over to her tied-up and marvellously messy friend armed with her final two weapons. The first was was a full litre jar of blackcurrant jam. Gemma screwed the top off, dug her hand in and grabbed a big fistful of the sticky purple gunk. She splatted it onto Natasha's head and messaged it into her hair. Then a second handful of the fruity slime was smeared liberally into her face. Natasha couldn't do a thing about it, and didn't want to either. She knew that she thoroughly deserved this, and really wanted to put on a submissive show for Gemma and her audience. It was seriously turning her on.

Then it was time for Natasha to get the custard treatment. Gemma held a huge bucket of ready made custard in front of Natasha and studied her barely recognisable face, which still bore a wide grin. "I think you're taken enough in the face and hair for now," she said. "It's tits and ass time!"

Gemma pulled the cups of Natasha's wringing wet bra forward and tipped a generous helping of the yellow slop into them. Natasha gasped, surprised but impressed at how kinky Gemma was making this. Gemma let the bra snap back and the custard oozed around Natasha's nipples and the full circumference of her ample breasts.

There was no protest from Natasha, so Gemma went for the knickers. She pulled the back of them open and dumped the custard down them. Natasha groaned as it slithered down her arsecheeks and enjoyed the sensation of custard where it definitely shouldn't be. Her cunt became wet as Gemma then went for the front of the knickers and the gloop slopped around Natasha's nether regions.

"Just a little bit left," said Gemma. "What d'you think girls? Over the head?" A chorus of yeses followed. Gemma lifted the bucket high over her slightly-taller-than-her friend and poured. The custard flowed all down Natasha's head and over her shoulders. Just like Gemma had six weeks ago, Natasha started to look right up into the gunge, knowing it was her duty to take it in the face. When the container was nearly empty, Gemma concluded the humiliation by lifting Natasha's legs and forcing her to stand with her bare feet in the bucket.

"Is it over?" said a shellshocked Natasha, puffing and panting.

"I think we'll call it a day there," Gemma replied. "How do you feel?"

"Punished," said Natasha, as she licked her lips and tasted all the flavours on her face. "I guess we're even now, girl!"

Somehow, Gemma doubted that would be the last messy experience she would have with Natasha, and didn't really mind whether it would be her dishing out the pies and gunge or on the receiving end of them.