"Wow! Weren't they such great sports? Give it up for Brad and Melanie!" Beamed the Japanese host Aiko, as the latest messy competition of the gunge gameshow 'Nemesis', drew to a close. "Right, we're going to be taking a short break now, but be sure to stick around. When we come back, we're going to be playing a brand-new game. I can't wait, can you?" the twenty-six-year-old, dark haired presenter effused, invigorating the crowd's zeal and excitement. Then, once the producers had cut to the commercials, Aiko solely addressed the crowd. "Now, don't forget to donate to our chosen charity this evening. Stinky the skunk is going to go around collecting money, and believe me, you don't want to upset her by being tight!"

Sitting in the audience, Georgia, an uptight, temperamental, eighteen-year-old, tutted as she watched Aiko plead for donations. "There's got to be a better way to encourage people to donate money, than threatening them with a stink bomb", the five-foot-four teenager, with sleek, shoulder length blonde hair, muttered, whilst turning knowingly to her friend. Wearing a Lulu's skater 'Dee', mint green dress, Georgia was highly strung and nervous about the prospect of being slimed. The one previous time she'd been to the Nemesis studio, she'd been tricked by her mate Mia into getting dropped into a vat of custard. Ever since, she'd vowed never to make the same mistake twice. She'd been on high alert all evening and it was stopping her from having a great time.

"Oh, there is", her best friend Rowan replied. "If you pay a donation of over twenty pounds, Stinky will pie a mate of yours, in the face, for a laugh." Chortling, the nineteen-year-old, bubbly brunette was far more carefree and laid back. Enjoying herself, she shook her head sideways, swinging her silky, hip length, medium golden-brown hair, which she had tied behind with a sky-blue ribbon, into the face of the guy sitting to her right. "Strewth, it's a good job that you spent all your money on your outfit then", Georgia cackled, before slapping her pal on the back.

Caught off guard by Georgia's unexpected tomfoolery, Rowan shot her hand out for balance, only to slap her palm into the lap of the same unfortunate man. Cringing, after effectively punching him in the crotch, the five-foot-six stunner blushed, before turning around to apologise, only to swing her ponytail into his face for a second time. Aping her clumsy friend, Georgia began to tease Rowan by repeatedly slapping her in the lap. Then, whilst squeezing the brunette's upper thigh, she ordered, "Go on, apologize!" before briefly nudging her on the shoulder, causing Rowan to lean invasively into the poor, hapless guy.

"Hi, erm, I'm ever so sorry. I didn't mean to punch you, honest!" Rowan gushed as she turned towards the rather flustered blonde. "Hey, it's alright, it didn't really hurt", he lied. "I'm Barney by the way", the tall six-foot-two salesman, with disappointingly thinning hair, replied. "Rowan", she answered, fluttering her eyelids. At twenty-five, Barney knew he was much, much older than the two girls sitting beside him. But, if he played his cards right, he hoped that he might still have a chance. For Rowan, who appeared to be innocently flirting, was wearing an incredibly skimpy, low cut, sleeveless, cut out, white skater dress, so she clearly wasn't shy. Her youthful chest peaked out from under her dress and Barney could tell that she bravely wasn't wearing a bra. Besotted, Barney had been trying to think of a good enough reason to talk to her all evening, and now he finally had the chance.

Trying to further embarrass her best friend, Georgia asked, "Don't you think Rowan looks like Belle from Beauty and the Beast?" "Erm, I guess", Barney replied, struggling to remember the film and trying to be polite. "Good, because she has Belle tattooed on her bum!" Georgia bubbled, before slapping Rowan playfully on the backside. "Georgia!" Rowan squawked, horrified. "What? It's true, I've seen it thousands of times!" the blonde cackled, as Barney rather awkwardly tried to avoid staring at Rowan's thighs.

Glancing behind her, Rowan noticed Stinky the skunk pace along the gangway four rows back. Stinky, who was actually stage hand Bonnie, was carrying a large, three-foot-wide, white birthday cake, between her paws. Emblazoned with the message "Surprise!" it was smothered in at least two inches of icing and was proving decidedly heavy for Stinky to carry around.

"Goodness, some poor sod is going to have their face shoved into that", Rowan commented, shivering at the thought. Nodding, Georgia glanced to her right. "Oh no. Rowan, don't look, but its Skylar and Jessica!", she cried. "What? You're kidding. What are they doing here?", the brunette replied. Sure enough, the blonde-haired Skylar and the redhead Jessica were busy gossiping together on the far side of the crowd. Then, without warning, Skylar looked up, saw the two teenagers and smiled. "Can't they just leave us two alone?" Georgia began.

Suddenly, without warning, Stinky the skunk, pretended to trip up and dived right on top of Rowan, splattering the cake into her face, chest and thighs. Utterly covered, Rowan was completely smothered in the white icing and looked a frightful sight. Sponge slipped down under her neckline and splattered up against her inner thighs. Jam filling adorned her breasts and shot up her nose, causing her to sputter in surprise. Having fallen into Rowan's lap, Stinky pretended to struggle to get back up, before tripping and clobbering the remains of the cake into the teenager's face a second time. Smudging icing over Rowan's cheeks, Stinky then pretended to eat a slab of cake that had lodged between Rowan's breasts, by shoving her snout into the brunette's cleavage and wiggling her nose around.

Rowan, feeling ticklish from the soft caresses of the furry mascot, who wiggled her snout against the teen's blossoming chest, began to uncontrollably laugh. Georgia, highly relieved that the actress accosting her friend was a woman, quickly flittered from anxiety, to hilarity and then to wrath. Initially concerned that the cake had been meant for her, the blonde chortled at her best friend's misfortune, before looking up at the big screen and realising that her ordeal was being played out to the entire crowd. A close up of Rowan's cleavage clearly adorned the gigantic monitor, as Stinky continued to rub her snout against the brunette's chest, whilst the crowd merrily whooped in delight.

Wiping buttercream from her eyes, Rowan took her misfortune in good grace, until she made the mistake of glancing over and catching Skylar and Jessica pointing and laughing at her, whilst wafting twenty pounds. Standing up, Stinky muttered, "Oh dear, I'm ever so clumsy. Please, let me help you clean up", before pouring a bucket of ice cold water over Rowan's face and down inside her skater dress, causing the teenager to shudder in surprise. Having turned towards Rowan to gain a closer look, Barney's shirt was splashed by the downpour, serving the creepy man right. Water seeping inside her G-string, Rowan felt her body tingle as the liquid continued to splatter on down. Her sodden fringe sticking to her forehead, Rowan was temporarily blinded and thus unable to prevent Stinky from opening up her dress and pouring another bucket of water entirely over her cleavage, much to Barney's delight. Soaking and humiliated, Rowan glanced down at her dress, which was suddenly translucent and displaying her erect nipples to the entire crowd. Folding her arms across her chest, Rowan wailed, "Bonnie, I know it's you in there. Just you wait, I'll get you back, big time!" But this idle threat proved to be a huge mistake, as Bonnie simply raised up Stinky's tail and threw a stink bomb into Rowan's lap. Holding her hand up to her nose, Georgia complained, "Now, you've done it", as Skylar and Jessica laughed and pointed at them from afar.

Looking up at the big screen, Rowan realised that the commercials had been over for quite some time. Thus, her humiliating ordeal had been transmitted, via live TV, all across the land. Moments later, Aiko readdressed the audience. "Right, please put your hands together for our next guests, Ellie and her daughter Harper!" Suddenly, the lights focused on a glamorous, classy looking, middle-aged woman and a much younger, startled teenager sitting beside her, three rows back. Ellie, the five-foot-seven mother, who at thirty-eight was still incredibly attractive, had her neck length, light brown hair gracefully styled in a bun. Her daughter, eighteen-year-old Harper, was her spitting image, except for her curly, light brown, bra strap length hair, which bounced skittishly upon her collarbone as she nervously twitched and twisted in surprise. Wearing a delightful light blue, fit and flare, Dandelion Days, Periwinkle skater dress, with a daring v-neckline, the five-foot-six teenager looked stunning, despite her obvious stage fright.

Glancing down at Harper, Rowan, noted that just like herself, the brunette was clearly not wearing a bra. Ellie meanwhile, wore a significantly more modest yellow pencil skirt and black top. Fully relaxed, she was evidently far more composed than her daughter, whose hands she squeezed as she smiled to the camera. Both women wore matching silver crucifixes and Rowan watched on the big screen as Harper's cross bounced upon her bosom as she skittishly waved to the crowd.

"Ellie, Harper, please come on down", Aiko repeated sternly, as Harper, in particular, appeared unwilling to join her on stage. Eventually coerced by her mother, the brunette timorously sat down next to Aiko before taking a deep breath as she nervously surveyed the crowd. "Goodness, isn't that the girl who kissed your boyfriend?" Georgia whispered to Rowan, who was still trying to slyly fish sponge from her fringe, bosom and thighs. "She sure is. I hope the scrubber gets slimed", Rowan replied.

"Now Harper", Aiko continued, "your mum here tells us that you spend hours in the bathroom every morning. Furthermore, your hair is constantly clogging up the shower. Hence, you caused your mum to be late for work last Monday, when the bath overflowed, flooding the entire house. So, pet, what do you have to say about that?" "Well, it, it was an accident. I was so busy cleansing my face that I'd forgotten that I'd already started to run the bath. I only wanted to look my best, I was supposed to be going out", Harper murmured unconvincingly, rather afraid of what might just be about to happen. "Don't we all love", Aiko continued, "don't we all. Now, here at Nemesis, we would like to help you out. So, we've concocted a new face mask that does wonders for the blackheads on your face and only takes a single second to put securely on. Yes, that's right, it's a custard pie!" Aiko beamed as Ellie slammed a custard pie into her daughter's nose, rubbing the pie tin over her cheeks gleefully, as Harper squirmed and sputtered in surprise. "Now, our face masks come in many different scents and flavours", Aiko exulted as Ellie splatted a caramel cream pie over the top of Harper's fringe. "Different shapes", Aiko continued, as Ellie rubbed a rectangular chocolate pie over her daughter's coquettish chest, taking advantage of Harper's extremely low and daring neckline. Massaging the pie across her daughter's youthful bosom, Ellie slid her hand inside Rowan's dress, to ensure that even her nipples were covered, humiliating her bashful darling, who froze at the shock of her mother's gentle, yet intrusive touch.

Grinning and winking at the teen, Ellie deposited what remained of the pie down her daughter's dress, before the crust greedily slithered down over her taut, flat stomach. Reacting just in time, Ellie dived out of the way, as Aiko chuckled, "and sizes." Moments later, the Japanese host splattered a dustbin lid, ladled with ten inches of shaving cream, all over Harper. Shrieking, the graceful teenager felt the cream explode up against her face and chest, and pin her against the sofa. Then, once Aiko peeled away the dustbin lid, only Harper's svelte bare legs were left unblemished. For her entire upper body had disappeared under a mountain of cream, leaving her completely unrecognisable. Reduced to a giant white blob, Harper whimpered as her mum sat beside her, doubled over in mirth and joyance. Sadly, for the brunette however, Aiko had only just got started.

"Now, we have also developed a new conditioner for your hair, that will hopefully stop it falling out and clogging up your shower", Aiko added, before pouring a bucket of dark blue gunge over Harper's head, much to Georgia's enjoyment. "Serves her right", the uptight blonde whispered, whilst slapping Rowan's thighs in excitement. With blue slime streaming down her chest, Harper bleated for some respite. Unfortunately, however, Aiko simply ignored her plight. "Our new concoction also comes in many different flavours, such as chocolate", the Japanese host added, before pouring a bucket of melted chocolate over the pretty teenager. Pouring half the bucket down over Harper's chest, Aiko made sure to lean enough out of the way, to avoid blocking the view of the cameraman who zoomed in upon the brunette's youthful bosom. "And let's not forget ketchup", Aiko jested, as Ellie poured a bucket of tomato sauce down over her daughter. Seeping down inside her dress, Harper felt the ketchup ooze forebodingly invade her panties. Fidgeting, she looked up at the big screen, just as the cameraman turned towards the audience. Howling with laughter, Rowan was caught off guard by Stinky the skunk, who slapped a cherry cheesecake into her face, before pointing over at Skylar. Relieved to be sharing her humiliation with somebody else, Harper giggled as she watched Georgia splatter a couple of cherries against Rowan's breasts, before licking her cheek and chortling.

Once the furore had eventually died back down, Aiko turned back to Harper and asked, "That was awfully mean of your mother, writing in and asking for you to get slimed. Would you like to get your own back?" "Wait, what?" Ellie cried out, fearing the worst, as Harper's fledgling smile widened. "Oh, absolutely!", the teenager beamed, as ketchup dripped down over her bosom. "Great, so Ellie could you please follow me and prepare for your comeuppance", Aiko demanded, before pointing towards a gigantic gunge tank. Struck dumb, Ellie's mind went blank and she almost stumbled past the tank as Harper knowingly whooped and chortled.

Once Ellie had begrudgingly sat down inside the tank, Aiko explained, "Up above Ellie are gallons upon gallons of foul smelling slime. But that's not the end of her humiliation, for her chair will then move forwards, before depositing her into this vast vat of thick creamy porridge." Looking down at the pool of porridge before her, poor Ellie was now utterly petrified.

"But things are never quite that simple here on Nemesis. Harper is going to have to play a quick game, in order to coat her mother in the stinky slime", Aiko explained. "But to do this, Harper is going to have to quickly get changed, so slip into these would you love?" Dumbfounded, Harper wriggled as Aiko handed her a skimpy blue string bikini before slapping her on her cute behind. Overawed, Harper gulped as Aiko pointed towards a flimsy looking cubicle, off to the side. All too aware that a few centimetres of cheap looking blue plastic were the only thing guarding her modesty, the brunette stepped inside and began to unzip the back of her dress, fully aware that the whole audience were watching her disrobe.

Sure enough, Rowan noted that the flimsy cubicle was not quite opaque and she could clearly make out Harper's curvy silhouette as she slid her expensive, yet soiled designer dress, down her supple thighs. Marvelling at the silhouette of Harper's lithe, nimble behind, Rowan caught sight of the outline of her small pert breasts as she made the mistake of turning side on to the crowd. Her unmistakeable bra strap length curly hair swayed as she slid her knickers down her legs and Rowan began to imagine what it might feel like to hold the stunning brunette in her arms. Sure, Rowan had kissed many, many girls before. Normally as part of a dare, at a house party for the guys. But suddenly, Rowan felt different, as if somehow, she felt sexually attracted to Harper. How this could be? Rowan found the sensation bewildering, for she was happily involved with Joe, her boyfriend, who was fantastic in the sack.

Problem was, Harper had also recently kissed Joe too, much to her rancour and outrage, so what did her urge to smooch the pretty teen, in return, have to say about her troubled, unhinged psyche? She hated Harper for making a move on her man, but she also wanted to snog her! Utterly confused by the sultry thoughts swirling around her subconscious, Rowan blushed in embarrassment as Georgia alerted her to her face, still stained red from the cherry cheesecake, being projected up on the big screen, whilst she stared longingly at Harper. Meanwhile, whilst slipping on her skimpy bikini bottoms, Harper cringed when she realised that they would barely cover her lissom backside.

Meanly explaining the rules of the game whilst Harper was still changing into her bikini, Aiko began, "In order to gunge Ellie, Harper must first find and retrieve a mystery object. To work out what and where this object is, Harper needs to unscramble a simple sentence. Being ever so kind and generous here on Nemesis, we have already provided her with four of the words, 'the', 'the', 'in' and 'find', to help get her started. However, from here on in, the task gets considerably more challenging. For the three remaining words exist as single letters, resting on the bottom of this giant water tank. Now, the letters come in three different colours, red, blue and green, denoting which word they belong to. Once she retrieves the letters from the tank, she must then stick them to the magnetic noticeboard, before unscrambling the sentence. Harper has four minutes to find the mystery object, and bring it back to Ellie, otherwise her mother will walk away squeaky clean, from the gunge tank."

Listening as carefully as she could manage, Harper fastened her bikini top around her shoulders whilst nervously chewing on her silver crucifix. Ordinarily, she ought to take it off, especially in the water, but her Jesus figurine gave her good luck, and provided her with warmth, confidence and encouragement. Her body still streaked with shaving cream and slime, Harper slowly trudged back onstage, to a deafening cacophony of wolf-whistles and lustful cries. Nervously glancing towards her mum for encouragement, the teenager was instead shocked to hear Ellie shout, "Harper, don't you dare try and gunge me darling, or I'll kick you out the house!"

Hearing the whistle to get started, Harper dived headfirst into the seven-foot-deep tank before her. Frantically counting, as she valiantly held her breath, the brunette spotted that there were six red letters scattered around her. Groping around the bottom of the tank, the pretty teenager was able to pick up five without dropping any. Then, coming up for air, she threw the letters out of the tank, before clumsily hurling herself up out of the water. Sticking the letters to the notice board, Harper thought to herself, "I, y, t, n, s. That doesn't spell anything, whatsoever." Suddenly, red gunge rained down upon her, coating her in glutinous slime, much to her mum's enjoyment. Booing Harper throughout the game, Ellie tried to drown out the errant chants of encouragement.

Nevertheless, Ellie was excessively proud of her daughter. For Harper had always been such a shy, timid little creature. Yet here she was, being cheered on by hundreds of people, wearing nothing but a blue string bikini. Just three months ago, Ellie would have never thought it possible. But something had clearly awoken in Harper, giving her the courage to proudly display her body. For years now, Ellie had worried that her daughter was shy, withdrawn and unpopular, a myth easily dispelled by the events of this evening. However, Ellie still wanted Harper to lose of course and every bucket of slime tipped over her made her task just that little bit harder. Plus, there was nothing funnier than watching her extremely attractive daughter getting hit by wave after wave of custard, before falling over comically onto her svelte backside.

Watching Harper shriek on the big screen, as she was once again splattered by custard, Rowan jealously murmured, "Her breasts are just amazing. I mean, they're a bit small, but they're ever so pert and perky." "Yeah, they must be what, a 32b? hey, isn't that your size?" Georgia added. Caught between two minds, Barney didn't know whose cleavage to stare at, Rowan's or Harper's. "Oi, not so loud!" Rowan warned her friend, before adding, "the guys in the row behind can hear us." Yet, not ten seconds later, Rowan continued to jealously murmur, "Oh and her backside is just gorgeous!" "Hey, sounds like someone has a girl crush", Georgia teased, slapping Rowan on her right breast, before gently squeezing her left nipple. "Hey!", Rowan cried, feeling the pinch, "Somebody might be watching us!" "No chance, everyone's focused on Harper", Georgia cried.

Having forgotten to tie her hair back, Harper struggled to see through her sodden fringe, as it loosely dangled in front of her eyes. Diving back into the tank, Harper tried to pick up six letters in one go, only to drop them all as she began to climb out. Returning to the base of the tank, in a desperate bid to make up for the lost time, Harper suddenly had an ingenious idea. Opening up her bikini bottoms, she slipped one letter over her crotch and a second over her cute backside. Then, whilst Harper slid two letters inside her bikini top, Ellie shook her head in dismay at her foolish, nae daughter, for risking exposing herself to the crowd.

For, upon climbing up out of the tank, Harper dug her fist into her bikini bottoms, looking for the s she'd hidden deep inside. But unable to find the errant letter, she began to jab and poke every inch of her cute little rear, accidentally exposing half her backside to the audience, as her petite bikini bottoms began to sag. Realising her folly, the teenager heard the crowd's rising gasp and turned to look up at the big screen, which was currently illuminating her twenty-foot-wide, glistening backside.

Realising that she no longer had any remaining shred of dignity, Harper retrieved the two k's from her bikini top and opened up her bikini bottoms at the front, to pluck out the remaining tile. Placing the red k with the I, y, t, n, s, Harper plastered the blue k, k, u, n and s beside them. "Hey, that spells skunk!" Harper beamed, just as pink gunge rained down all over her. Slipping over in the pink slime, Harper lost her footing and fell backwards into the tank of water. Initially concerned for her daughter's well-being, Ellie joined in with the audience's guffawing, upon watching Harper climb out and give a humbled thumb up to the cameras.

Rearranging the blue letters into the word skunk, Harper heard her mum cry out, "Stinky, pour the ketchup over her!" "Of course, the red tiles spell Stinky!" Harper beamed, just as the skunk poured tomato sauce upon her. Suddenly inspired, Harper began to rearrange the tiles. "Find Stinky the Skunk in the" she murmured, before diving back into tank, certain that she was close to triumph.

"She's got less than two minutes left", Georgia exclaimed, before adding, "I hope she wins, her mum looks far too vain and proud." Rowan meanwhile, was struggling to erase the image of Harper's perfect backside from her mind. Perhaps Georgia was right, perhaps she really did fancy her. Running a range of scenarios through her head, Rowan decided that if she ever had to make out with a girl, it would be someone meek, demure and submissive like Harper. For Rowan desired to dominate in her sexual fantasies, a role which Joe, as the alpha male, was currently denying her.

Harper meanwhile, ordinarily a very strong swimmer, was just beginning to tire. Picking up the seven green letters, she wisely chose to avoid stashing any inside her bikini this time around. Slapping the first four letters on the noticeboard, c, u, s and t, the brunette shouted out "Find Stinky the Skunk in the custard!" Placing the last three letters, an a, r and a d, onto the board, Harper turned around and spotted a small dunk tank on the far side of the studio, filled with thick, lumpy custard.

Dashing towards the tank, Harper jumped in head first, no longer worried about getting gunk all over her nubile body. Blindly groping around in the thick, opaque, yellow gloop, Harper gasped as she felt the custard seep inside her bikini. Unable to find the toy skunk, Harper forlornly climbed back out. Her entire body smothered in thick layers of custard, the pretty eighteen-year-old slipped over onto her slender backside. Trying a different tactic, the teenager dipped her upper body into the tank, wagging her rear in the air as she ducked her head under the surface of the gunky custard. Distracted by her task, Harper failed to notice her bikini bottoms begin to sag as they overflowed with the custard. Gasping in horror as she watched Harper's backside slowly reappear on the large screen, even Georgia was beginning to feel slightly sorry for her. For the poor teen could hardly have imagined that her naked backside would be broadcast to millions on live Tv, when she woke up that very same morning.

Nevertheless, to the crowd's genuine delight, Harper eventually found the toy Stinky the skunk, hidden under the many gallons of custard. Climbing wearily up out of the tank, Harper glanced up at the timer. Horrified, she realised that she only had fifteen seconds left to complete the challenge.
Sprinting back towards her mum, the pretty teenager tripped over own feet, in sheer desperation to gunge her. Groaning as she lay splayed flat out, Harper winced as she heard the final chime of the countdown timer.

"Oh no Harper, such bad luck", Aiko began as Stinky the skunk helped the teenager back up to her feet, before hugging her in commiseration. Patting the teenager on her backside, Stinky caused custard to spurt out of her bikini bottoms and dribble down her legs onto the stage below her. Continuing, the Japanese host effused, "I thought you had it there for a moment. You couldn't have been more than twenty metres away, you were so unlucky. Now, I'm afraid that means that you don't get the chance to slime your mum, so Ellie, please climb out of the tank." Overjoyed, Ellie didn't need a second invitation. "Now, as our crew worked tirelessly to prepare the game, it would be such a shame to let all their hard work go to waste and allow the gunge tank to stand idle." Aiko remarked. "So, Ellie, how would you like to slime Harper instead, as punishment for her losing?" "More than anything", Ellie beamed, as Harper stood aghast, open mouthed. "It will teach her right for mooning the camera!"

Shivering and coated in custard, Harper fretfully sat down inside the tank. Glancing upwards, she shuddered, before nervously chewing on her crucifix, to calm herself back down. Grinning wildly, Ellie crowed, "Harper, I love you, but this truly serves you right. Sweet dreams darling!" before pulling down on the red cord by the gunge tank. Suddenly, lime green gunge splashed down upon Harper, splattering her curly hair, cute dainty face and thighs. Obliterating the youngster, the irrepressible deluge rained down upon Harper for over twenty seconds before slowly dribbling to a stop. Breathing a sigh of relief, a weary Harper wiped her brow. Then, whilst she was playfully shaking her curly hair and coquettishly blowing a kiss into the crowd, the brunette was caught off guard by a rush of light blue foam, which began to rise up underneath her. Rising up to her waist in a matter of seconds, the foam sloshed viciously all over her thighs.

Then, suddenly, pink slime shot out of a horizontal drainpipe and splattered against her chest, almost dislodging her bikini, thus causing her one hell of a fright. Pitch black gunge then began to rain down over Harper, doming over her head as it splattered on down. Coated head to toe in thick, grimy gunk, Harper whimpered when the door to the tank swung forebodingly open, and her seat, on a conveyor belt, began to inch forwards towards the vat.

Tantalisingly slowly, the conveyor belt took ten seconds to transport the pretty teenager to her final destination, giving the braying audience ample time to feast their eyes upon poor Harper, as she nervously brushed black and green slime from her eyes. Caught off guard as she rubbed her eyelids, the chair gave way and Harper tumbled head first into the slimy porridge, landing with an enormous splat. Submerged completely under the surface of the creamy oats, Harper humiliatingly felt the porridge ease inside her crack. Poking her head and chest up out of the gunk, Harper sighed heavily, before being surprised by gallons of raspberry sauce cascading down upon her, much to the delight of the crowd.

"Wow, that was phenomenal!" Aiko began. "Now Ellie, are you glad that you came on the show tonight?" "Oh absolutely, it was a dream come true. I've been waiting eighteen years to get my own back on my pretty little pumpkin, who looks ever so cute covered in slime. She even thought that she was going to gunge me at one point, which makes her downfall even sweeter in my eyes. You see, tonight was a victory for every careworn mother of spiteful teenage daughters, all across the land. They cause us all so much trouble and worry, it was time that one of use got our well-deserved own back. I'm just so glad that it was my Harper who was the one to get thoroughly slimed. Harper, sweetie, you can be so stubborn and moody sometimes. Darling, you do drive me mad. But honestly, I wouldn't swap you for any daughter in the world, I hope you know that." Harper, raspberry sauce dripping onto her chest, looked up and replied, "Mum, I love you too", before being hit by a surprise deluge of marmalade, which stuck to her hair and chest as it slathered on down. Groaning, Harper grimaced as she tried to scrape the gloopy condiment from her fringe. Slipping over, Harper then fell face first, back into the porridge, coating Stinky the Skunk head to toe in the creamy oats as she stood idly beside the vat.

Chortling at her furry sidekick, Aiko turned to the teenager and joked, "Harper, I hope this teaches you not to spend so long in the shower. However, please do go and have one now, before sitting back down in the crowd! Guys, please give it up for Ellie and Harper, weren't they both fab! Now, we are going to take another short commercial break, so see you in five!"

Back in the changing rooms, Harper stripped off, before beginning to wipe the porridge from her thighs. Completely naked, she started to pick the clumps of custard and porridge from her pubic hair as warm water cascaded down upon her nubile chest and her thighs. Then, without warning, Stinky the skunk ran into the showers and wrapped her paws around Harper's svelte thighs. Hugging Harper, Stinky began to squeeze and rub the dainty teenager's cute, slimy backside. "Oh, Harper you were amazing", Stinky began, before removing her head, to reveal Bonnie, Harper's older cousin, inside. "You know what, I've never seen such a positive reaction to a gunging ever before from the crowd. The audience loved you, or should I say loved seeing you get slimed!" Then, after slapping Harper on the backside, the twenty-one-year-old brunette remarked, "I can't believe you mooned the cameras. It's the first time that's ever happened during our entire run and you did it twice! Your sweet ass is going to be all over the tabloids tomorrow, I hope you realise."

"Bonnie, Harper, are you there?" shouted Ellie, as she charged into the ladies changing room, having evaded a slow-witted security guard. "Oh, there you are", she continued, stepping inside the showers. "Mum!" Harper squealed as she tried to cover her breasts and her groin with her hands. "Oh, don't be silly darling, I've seen you naked hundreds of times. I've got the baby pictures to prove it, my child." Relaxing, Harper withdrew her hands from her chest and thighs.

Glancing down at her naked, gunked up daughter, Ellie chortled, "Oh Harper, please forgive me, I thought they were only going to hit you with a pie. I genuinely didn't realise how much they had planned." "Oh, the guys really went to town in preparing for tonight's show, once they saw a picture of her beguiling, exquisite green eyes. We don't normally get girls as attractive as Harper to appear on the show, the guys have been planning her visit for months now", Bonnie beamed proudly. "But, I only wrote in a couple of weeks ago", Ellie began. "Oh, I know", Bonnie admitted, not revealing that she'd been driving the planned humiliation of her beauteous cousin, right from the start.

Grinning, Ellie remarked, "Boy, you sure drove all the guys in the audience gaga, I bet they all fancied you like mad. I mean, who wouldn't go wild, faced with a body like that!" "She takes after her mum", Bonnie added, much to Ellie's self-conceit and pride. "Mum, I'll get you back for this", Harper murmured as she began to scrape custard from her bosom, before wiggling her bum at her cousin, as water continued to cascade down over her shoulders and thighs.

"Sure, you will", Bonnie joked, before slapping Harper once again on her cute little backside. "I've hung another blue Periwinkle skater dress up for you in the changing room, once you've got all the marmalade off your thighs", Bonnie added. Sighing, the brunette turned to the older woman and declared, "Aunt Ellie, I'm still not convinced that Harper's learnt her lesson." Looking her cute daughter up and down, Ellie strode forward and turned off the shower. Nodding, she replied, "I agree", before kissing her daughter on the cheek and stepping carefully aside. Then, without warning, Bonnie handed Ellie a super soaker, and together, they each began to squirt Harper with slime.

Squealing, Harper pushed her hands up to cover her face, only to leave her chest and groin foolishly unguarded. As Bonnie squirted black gunge over her bush, Ellie splattered green gunge over her breasts, cackling wildly. "Goodness, Aunt Ellie, I've never seen this side of you!", Bonnie exclaimed. "Oh, you should have seen me when I was younger, I was a right rebel, just ask your mama", Ellie replied. "Harper dear, be a good girl and turn around", Ellie requested, bossing her shocked daughter around. Bemused and struck dumb, Harper pirouetted before feeling both super soakers aim at her sore, sorry backside. Then, without warning, Bonnie tipped an entire bag of flour over her head, sticking dreadfully to her shimmering breasts and her svelte, glistening thighs. High fiving her Auntie, Bonnie warned, "Harper, we'll need you back in about ten minutes, so please hurry up and get dry." Then, without warning, Bonnie set off another two stink bombs and ran out of the showers, cackling wildly.

Meanwhile, back on the studio floor, Aiko announced, "Welcome back guys to tonight's finale." Greedy for more, the studio audience roared with unhinged expectation. "This evening, boy do we have a treat for you", the dark-haired beauty continued. "For our next victim has set a new show record! In the past two weeks, she's had no fewer than nine different people write in asking for her to be slimed! Now, we couldn't decide which of our stooge's accusers should have the ultimate honour of gaining their revenge, so instead, we've invited all nine on here tonight! Together, they will share in their tormentor's humiliation. So, without further ado, shall we go greet our victim? Good evening. Georgia!"

Sitting up sharply, the eighteen-year-old blonde sputtered, as she heard her name ring out across the crowd. The lights in the studio menacingly dimmed, illuminating just Rowan and the dumbstruck blonde. Unable to speak, the teenager felt a nervous shiver slither menacingly down her spine. Rowan, meanwhile, collapsed in a fit of giggles and placed her arms around Georgia's shoulders, pinching her as she held her head in her quivering hands. Forgetting herself, Rowan slapped Barney's thigh again in jubilation, before turning around to apologise. But ever the clumsy teenager, she gawkily pushed her pert breasts up against his chest. Utterly embarrassed, she raised her hand to apologise, only to accidentally jab her middle and index finger deep inside his mouth. Reeling in horror, the brunette turned to find Skylar and Jessica haughtily smirking in the near darkness, whilst Georgia still wouldn't remove her trembling hands from her eyes.

Reaching the two friends, Aiko asked, "So Georgia, any idea about who might have nominated you tonight?" Sitting up straight, Georgia elbowed Rowan in the ribs and bleated, "Well, I can have a guess!" whilst Rowan simply shook her head and laughed. "Now, Rowan, hey isn't that a boy's name?" Aiko pondered, having drifted off script in a brief moment of confusion. Defensively, Rowan placed the palms of her hands out in front and explained, "No, no! Rowan is a girl's name", before shaking her head, aghast. This always happened, but why now, on live TV? It drove her completely mad. Continuing, Aiko asked, "Anyhow, Rowan, why have you nominated Georgia to get slimed?" "She's always playing practical jokes on me, it's about time I get my own back", Rowan replied. "I mean, just this morning, whilst I was on the toilet, she poured a bucket of ice cold water all over me!" Instantly, regretting that example, Rowan blushed, having just put the image of her sitting down, with her panties round her ankles, inside the heads of the entire braying crowd.

Making matters infinitely worse, Georgia then added, "Rowan just looks so cute wet", almost cracking a smile as her friend looked on, horrified. "Alright then", Aiko answered, slightly taken aback, before asking, "So Georgia, is there anything you'd like to do or say to your dearest, prettiest pal?" "Well, gee, thanks", Georgia expounded, before turning to kiss Rowan on the cheek. Turning back to Aiko, she asked, "Long shot here, but I don't suppose I could cover her in pies?"

"How bizarre! Georgia, it's your lucky day!" Aiko exclaimed, before handing the cute blonde a shaving cream pie. Excited, the youngster slapped it into Rowan's unsuspecting, pretty, dainty face. Blinded by the cream, Rowan was thus defenceless as Georgia lifted up the thin straps of her skater dress and slammed a second pie over her partially exposed chest. Rubbing the pie over her friend's bosom, Georgia cooed, "I bet you're glad you wrote in, now aren't you?" "Oh, it's still going to be worth it, to see you get slimed", Rowan shot back, as she scooped shaving cream from her cleavage and flicked it at the blonde.

Aiko meanwhile continued, "Rowan, we can't have you looking all messy on stage, now can we? Here let me help you out", before pouring a bucket of ice cold water down all over her. The teenager screamed as the freezing liquid splashed over her cheeks and oozed down inside her flimsy dress. "You're right, Rowan does look cute wet", Aiko giggled. Slapping her friend lightly on the shoulder, Georgia joked, "Oh Rowan, at least you're wearing your panties this time!"

Aiko then turned to address the audience, before pointing down towards the stage. "Now, as you can see, our victim, Georgia, will be sat above the giant dunk tank, surrounded by her nine evil accusers. Each accuser will control a lever and each lever will dump something slimy upon her before moving her up a notch on the rank. Since Rowan is one of her accusers, how about you both join me down by the tank?" Still partially blinded by the cream, Rowan needed Georgia's help to guide her down to the stage. Resting her palm over the teenager's backside, Georgia playfully slapped the brunette on the rear as they descended on down.

Reaching the tank, Aiko instructed, "Rowan, could you please stand by lever number eight. Georgia, if you could just wait a moment, a couple of our stage hands will help you up onto the ramp". Moments later, Bonnie, dressed up once more as Stinky the Skunk and Arjan, her boyfriend, entered the stage to great applause from the crowd. The couple, were almost, if not more popular than the show's presenters, due to their penchant for utterly destroying their victims in ever more imaginative styles.

Then, suddenly, instead of directing Georgia, they grabbed hold of Rowan and pushed her up towards the ramp. Shocked and bewildered, Rowan was helpless as Arjan bade her to sit down on the seat above the tank. Bonnie meanwhile, removed the teenager's high heels and warned her to sit still and lean back. Smirking, Aiko announced, "Yes, that's right, tonight, Georgia isn't our victim, it was Rowan from the start! Now, Rowan did write in to have Georgia slimed, but since then, nine other people have requested that we slime her instead, so we obviously changed our minds. So, apologies Rowan, but you've been pranked!"

A heavily relieved Georgia jumped up euphorically, before laughing and pointing at her bewildered, flustered pal. Blushing terribly, Rowan looked down upon the vile, viscous, purple and orange gunge that filled the dreaded dunk tank. Carefully, she poked her left foot down into the slime, twirling her toes around in the gunk. Suddenly, she then felt a cool rush of air against her thighs. Turning to her left, she realised that a wind machine was currently blowing the hem of her skirt up dangerously high. Frantically, she tried to hide her modesty, blasting her decision to put on a G-string, earlier that night.

"Right, without further ado, how about we bring out Rowan's nine accusers?" Aiko suggested. Now Georgia, you are of course one of them, so can you tell me, why you'd like your revenge on your best, closest pal?" "Well, Rowan is just so perfect, but sometimes she can really hurt my feelings, without ever realising. She's always boasting about all the great things that she has. She's a right little show off and she deserves to get slimed!" Bonnie then guided Georgia towards the seventh lever, before revealing that she, herself, was also one of the nine people desperate to gunk the pretty teen. "You see, last month, she almost got me placed under citizen arrest, due to a terribly unfortunate misunderstanding. I've never been so shocked in my life", the busty brunette exclaimed before going over to stand by the third lever, much to the amusement of the crowd.

Aiko then announced, "Right, could Rowan's remaining accusers come on down." Rowan simply shook her head as the seven women entered from a mixture of off stage and from deep within the crowd. To Georgia's great embarrassment, Vivian, her mother, entered from backstage, waving at the audience like a lunatic and hugging her so tightly she thought she might explode in her arms. Wearing a grey skirt and a dark blue blouse, the forty-year-old, five-foot-four blonde looked like she had just come out of a business meeting, much to Georgia's acute mortification at her mother's complete lack of dress sense and style.

Aura, a slim, five-foot-four, twenty-one-year-old blonde, who Rowan didn't even recognise, then climbed down from the audience, flirtatiously posing to the camera, before kissing the lucky lens twice. Wearing a green, 'Chi Chi', London, Premium Lace, Midi Dress, she looked determined, almost too desperate, to impress the crowd. Rowan couldn't imagine just how she might have offended her, since she couldn't even remember seeing her before in her entire, blissful life. Nevertheless, she must have a good reason, or she wouldn't have risked getting slimed by agreeing to appear on the gunge gameshow tonight.

Moments afterwards, Taylor, a pretty, diminutive brunette, jumped up from the front row and waved at the crowd. Milking all the attention, in a bid to outdo Aura, she haughtily opened her arms out wide. "Hi guys", she chirped, before wiggling her thighs. Standing at just five-foot-one, the pretty eighteen-year-old wore an exceptionally flirtatious tea cup, coral pink, off-the shoulder dress, which drew everyone's attention straight to her breasts, as she desired.

Seconds later, Ellie and Harper re-emerged from backstage. Her hair soaking wet, Harper had only just jumped out of the shower. Wearing the clean blue skater dress, as Bonnie had promised, Harper sighed as the camera zoomed in on her chest. Her bosom exposed due to her daring neckline, her erect nipples were clearly visible through the thin polyester, drawing yet more unwelcome wolf whistles from the crowd. Shaking her head knowingly, Ellie meanwhile chided her daughter, for ignoring her sound advice and not wearing a bra.

Then, to Rowan's great horror, Jessica and Skylar, her two formerly close, but now undeniably ex-friends, came on down from the crowd. They both desperately wanted to humiliate her, this was going to be a disaster, without a doubt. Both nineteen, the five-foot-five redhead Jessica was wearing a daringly short, sexy, yellow beaded chiffon mini dress. Five-foot-eight, golden blonde Skylar, meanwhile, wore a red, one shoulder, bodycon, asymmetric dress, which Rowan didn't think suited her whatsoever. As always, she was trying too hard and looked a desperate mess compared to Taylor and Harper, who both looked absolutely stunning in comparison.

Still dressed as the skunk, Bonnie asked the seven women to each stand by a different lever. Then, once the audience had settled, Aiko declared, "Well guys, shall we start? Now, behind each of our accusers are tables filled with an assortment of pies. If any of you give unconvincing reasons for why we should slime Rowan, believe me, you are going to get pied. But more importantly, by Rowan's side is a remote control with nine buttons. Now, our victim has the chance to gunge three of you, as the game progresses, as you can see by the nozzles pointing above where you stand. So be careful with what you say, unless you also want to get slimed."

The petite, eighteen-year-old Taylor, who's luscious brown curls reached down to her waist, stood under the second lever and complained, "Hey, this wasn't part of the plan. Don't you dare slime me" before being interrupted by Aura, who viciously slapped a custard pie into her cheeks, much to the delight of the crowd. Disgraced, Taylor shot back, "Why do you always do that?" before Aura slapped a second chocolate pie onto her nose, before she could even react. Laughing, Bonnie chortled, "Taylor, we can't have you messy before the game has even started", and poured a bucket of water over the pretty teen, causing her old adversary and rival, Harper, to shout out in triumph.

Taylor's protestations over, Aiko turned to the slim blonde Aura, who stood by lever number one. "So, Aura, why, that's a weird name, why do you want your revenge on Rowan tonight?" The twenty-one-year-old sighed, everyone always made fun of her name, it had happened to her already five times that night. Nevertheless, she explained, "Rowan here conspired to get me fired." The crowd began to boo wildly, turning instantly against the brunette. Grimacing at the loud cacophony of vitriol poured towards her, Rowan suddenly remembered where she'd met Aura before. It was down at the shopping centre, barely a month past. Had she been fired? If so, Rowan hadn't wanted that. How come nobody had told her? How was she going to wriggle out of this, when, out of context, it made her sound like a cow.

"So, Rowan, how do you respond", Aiko asked. "Look, it was all just a big misunderstanding, I didn't mean for you to lose your job, sorry", she replied. Clearly, it would not be right for Rowan to use one of her three slimings up on Aura, otherwise the crowd might just riot. But before Rowan could even finish defending herself, Aura pulled back her lever and custard splattered down upon the cute, defenceless brunette. Engulfing her from head to toe, the deluge lasted for over twenty-seconds. The crowd gasped in awe as the slimy custard continued to splatter down upon her, as she disappeared beneath the yellow glutinous gunk. Looking down upon her chest, once the onslaught had ended, Rowan realised that her nipples were clearly visible beneath her now translucent dress. Furthermore, the cameraman, training his equipment at her cleavage, had clearly already caught onto that fact. Humbled, Rowan brushed her hair off her face as she felt the chair beneath her rise up the rank. Sighing, she felt the wind machine blow her skirt up around her thighs.

Aiko meanwhile began to ask the sopping, shivering Taylor, why she wanted her revenge on Rowan. "Because she locked me in a gunge tank and humiliated me on TV!" she exclaimed, shaking her head wearily. "Oh yes, we all remember that, from three weeks ago, right? Your gunging was immense", Aiko teased, before replaying a clip of her gunging on the big screen for everybody's enjoyment, a second time around.

Chortling as she watched herself cover Taylor in purple slime, Rowan almost missed Aiko's question, asking her to defend her devious crime. "Taylor called Georgia a bitch, I couldn't let it slide", Rowan shot back, a sudden rage rising up inside. Impulsively, on the spur of the moment, the brunette decided to use up one her three precious revenge lives. Pushing the button labelled two, Rowan cheered as red slime splattered down upon Taylor, before lightly splattering Stinky the skunk, who stood by her side.

The onslaught lasting for ten seconds, Taylor's cleavage was swiftly overrun with the dark rouge slime. Almost unrecognisable beneath the red gunk, the brunette reacted in horror as Aiko announced, "You know what Taylor, I don't think that's a good enough reason to have Rowan slimed." Taking the hint, Bonnie picked up two large custard pies and gave the youngster a pie sandwich, before wrapping the pie tins around her face five times. Aura meanwhile, peeled her dress away from her chest and ground a caramel cream pie against her breasts, making the crowd go absolutely wild.

Catching Rowan laughing at her humiliation, Taylor snarled and strode forwards, pulling down her lever, which emptied gallons upon gallons of cold slimy baked beans over the bubbly brunette. Like before, the deluge lasted for over twenty seconds, as baked beans slide down inside her dress and her G-string, causing her much discomfort and disgrace. Shifting uncomfortably in her seat, Rowan was defenceless as the wind machine blew her skirt up, finally revealing her unwise choice of orange stained underwear to the crowd. Thoroughly embarrassed, her mood soon lifted however, as Taylor, being punished for cheating, had a bucket of mustard tipped over her forehead. Her breasts stained red and yellow, it was harder to tell who was more humiliated. Though that would soon swiftly change in time.

Turning to Bonnie, Aiko asked, "So Stinky, you weren't actually arrested then I hope?" "No, but no thanks to Rowan. Two enormous women from the local ladies' rugby club held me down for over five minutes. One of them even put me in a head lock, before Rowan finally admitted that I had done nothing wrong." "Well, that's not true" Rowan began before she was cut off, as Bonnie pulled her lever releasing thick lumpy porridge over the bedraggled brunette. Once more, the onslaught lasted over twenty seconds as her hair and pale skin turned a creamy white. Slapping her hands against her chest, Rowan pushed out the thick, glutinous mush, which had begun to pool around her breasts. Wiping her eyes, she turned towards a pristine Georgia, who was in hysterics at her gungey demise. Not wanting to get on the wrong side of the person whose job it was to slime her, Aiko decided to let Bonnie off for jumping the gun and moved swiftly onwards.

As Rowan rose up the ramp once more, Aiko turned to Harper and her mum Ellie, who were stood by levers four and five. After her ordeal earlier, Harper appeared incredibly nervous and ill at ease, somewhat regretting having come on the show that night. Glancing up at her mum for encouragement, the teenager gritted her teeth and smiled. Explaining why she wanted her revenge, Harper stammered, "Um, well, you see", as she vigorously struggled to spit her words out. Rowan shook her head, Harper had kissed her boyfriend. Why was she here trying to get revenge on her, when it should be the other way around? Without allowing Harper to finish, Rowan pressed down on button number four, causing gallons upon gallons of light green slime to rain down upon the pretty brunette. As the deluge lasted for almost twenty seconds, Taylor, keen to see Harper chastened and degraded once again, punched the air in delight. Similarly, her mum, Ellie, whooped in excitement, her nerves suddenly lifting as she watched her delightful daughter get slimed. "Wow, thank you, the night just gets better and better", Ellie began. "This will teach her for being such an awkward child", Ellie continued, as her daughter wiped the slime from her eyes. Harper's dress, like Rowan's, offered her very little protection and her nipples were already hard.

Catching sight of her daughter's breasts through her translucent dress, Ellie chided the teenager, "Harper, I told you to wear a bra." "Goodness me, is someone being indecent? Bonnie, we can't let her get away with that", Aiko instructed. The stage hand grinned from ear to ear, for there was nothing she liked doing more than teasing her younger cousin, the prim, little brat. Peeling Harper's blue dress away from her chest, Bonnie massaged two shaving cream pies against her breasts, expertly with either hand.

Cackling, Aiko insisted, "Right, before we move on, I think it would only be fair if we allowed Harper to carry on. So, pet, why does Rowan deserve to get slimed?" Stammering, as slime dripped down onto her chest, Harper explained, "Rowan accused me of stealing her boyfriend, but, I didn't, I swear. I mean, I did kiss him, not that I really wanted to, but I didn't realise they were going out. Everyone thinks I'm a homewrecker now."

"Goodness me, we have a homewrecker on the show tonight guys, what should we do?" Aiko shouted. "But I've already been slimed", Harper began, before a second wave of pink gunge relentlessly pummelled her from above. Losing her footing, the teenager ignominiously slipped over and fell onto her backside. Hence, the onslaught slapped directly onto her face as she struggled to get back upright. "Now, I don't know about you guys, but I reckon that wasn't a good enough reason to slime Rowan", Aiko laughed. Now fully liberated, Ellie joined her niece, Bonnie, in slapping custard pies either side of Harper's cheeks, as the humiliated teenager rose to her knees, blinded.

Turning to Ellie, Aiko declared, "You must be ever so disappointed in your daughter for trying to steal another girl's man." "Oh, Aiko, I can't believe it. I thought I had raised her better than that", Ellie chortled as Bonnie snuck up behind Harper and tipped a bucket of condensed milk over her fringe. Then, ignoring her daughter's plea for mercy, Ellie lifted up the back of Harper's skirt, before pausing for enough time for the cameras to get a good close up of her behind. Then, taunting her daughter, Ellie slapped a chocolate pie against her rear and rubbed the cake tin up and down five times. "There, I think she's learnt her lesson", Ellie chortled, before slapping her daughter one final time on the behind.

Playing devil's advocate, Aiko then turned to the audience and remarked, "Still, if Harper didn't know that this guy was Rowan's boyfriend, I don't know exactly what she's meant to have done wrong." Taking the hint, Bonnie whispered to Harper to pull down her lever and Rowan was splattered by melted milk chocolate. As the runny liquid completely submerged her, Rowan realised that she only had one revenge slime left to dish out. Now, she was desperate to gunge Skylar, so she'd have to forsake gunging Georgia, who by some miracle might escape clean once again, the lucky tart.

Desperately trying to keep her skirt down, as she felt the wind machine remorselessly blow it up around her thighs, Rowan felt her chair move up to the fifth slot on the ramp. Momentarily losing focus on proceedings, Rowan began to zone in again as she heard Ellie explain, "I'm desperate for revenge, because she caused a rift between me and my daughter, when we always used to be the best of pals. Then, she accused me of being responsible for flooding Vivian's shop. If anything, that was Harper's fault, not mine!" "Oh no", Harper cringed, before being obliterated by gallons of custard from up high. As the lumpy pudding rained down upon the pretty teen, Aiko joked, "Goodness Harper, what are you like? Perhaps you should be sat above the dunk tank instead of Rowan, from what I've heard about you so far tonight.

Laughing as she watched Ellie tease her humiliated daughter, Rowan was caught off guard as mushroom soup rained down on her from above. Rowan despised mushrooms, so this punishment was the perhaps the worst one thus far. Her breasts were now completely covered in mush and her G-string offered her absolutely no protection from the slime. Still, it could be worse. At least her own mother wasn't humiliating her, unlike poor pretty Harper.

Rowan shook her head in shame as Aiko introduced Georgia's mum, Vivian, to the crowd. Out of everyone, Vivian genuinely, truly deserved to gain her own back. Even Rowan had to admit that. For Harper, Ellie and Rowan had indeed been responsible for flooding her new shop, she couldn't and wouldn't lie. Explaining what happened, Vivian recounted, "Rowan sabotaged the grand opening of my new store. We'd only been open for a few hours when she managed to flood the entire shop floor. I've put my lifesavings into my business, and now thanks to Rowan's added expenses, I'm struggling to stay afloat. My dream's in tatters Aiko, I'm broke!" Wincing as the crowd booed her, Rowan was almost relieved when Vivian pulled her lever, emptying galloons of putrid mud down upon her thighs. Forget the mushroom soup, this was clearly the most revolting punishment so far. Rowan held her breath as the mud splattered down upon her, turning her skin and dress dark brown. Wiping the mud from her eyes, she spat out a mouthful of detritus, before mouthing "Sorry", to Vivian who took great delight in demolishing her youngest daughter's best pal.

Next up was Georgia, who nervously glanced upwards and awaited the onslaught of slime she felt certain was about to arrive. For she was Rowan's closest friend and ultimately responsible for setting her up to get slimed. But with Rowan saving her last sliming for Skylar, the blonde, shrugged her shoulders at her lucky escape and rather apologetically emptied a barrel of mustard down upon her silly, silly pal. The mustard was much warmer than her other punishments, but even its vile smell couldn't trump the mud that had now oozed down over her thighs.

Following Georgia was the perky nineteen-year-old redhead Jessica, who looked exquisite in her sexy, yellow, beaded, chiffon, mini dress. Once one of Rowan's closest confidants, Jessica had chosen Skylar's side, when the deceitful, backstabbing golden blonde had chosen to shut her out of her life. Sitting back, Rowan couldn't wait to hear what vicious lie Jessica had concocted, for why she deserved to get slimed. But before the redhead could even get going, Georgia pushed Jessica headfirst into the dunk tank, much to the cocky teenager's surprise. Splattering into the gunge, Jessica disappeared completely under the surface of the putrid slime.

Spluttering as she resurfaced, Jessica heard the cawing laughter of the entire audience, who whooped at her unfortunate, fully deserved demise. Desperately trying to climb up out of the tank, the pretty redhead fell backwards, once more under the slime. Panicking, she held her hand out to Skylar, who callously refused to help her friend climb up back out. Running out of options, Jessica shrieked as the wind machine blew her flimsy skirt up above her thighs. Her pink panties exposed to the crowd, the redhead screamed, before sinking to her knees and wading to the edge of the tank. Shuddering, she felt the gunge ooze up inside her knickers, which were fully exposed, due to her billowing dress's exceedingly high hemline. Georgia meanwhile shrieked, "That's what you get for turning your back on your friend", to the redhead, before wisely making a hasty retreat, as Skylar scowled.

With everyone distracted by Jessica, Skylar pulled down on the eighth lever, causing gallons of ketchup to pour down upon Rowan, who screamed as it slapped against her chest and her thighs. Not that the sliming made much difference however, given that she was already unrecognisable under the multiple layers of the glutinous gunk and slime.

To conclude proceedings, Aiko turned to Skylar and explained, "Now Rowan has only used two of her revenge slimings, which can only mean one thing, can't it Skylar?" The hideous, unthinkable thought suddenly dawned on the spiteful blonde, who's smirk was swiftly replaced by a look of utter panic. Quivering, she turned towards Rowan who stuck out her tongue and pressed on the button labelled nine. But then, nothing happened. Rowan pressed again, and still, there came no slime. Her remote had become so gunked up that it no longer seemed to be working, much to Skylar's immense relief and delight. Grinning, she sarcastically pouted before explaining to Aiko why Rowan deserved to get slimed. "You see, Rowan stole the guy I fancied. She slept with him, even after I told her that I liked him. I've known Joe for fifteen years, whereas Rowan only met him last month. You just can't do that to a friend, just ask Harper." Bemused, Harper failed to react in time as her mum slapped a custard pie against her forehead. Bonnie then opened up the front of her dress, once again, and splatted a custard pie against her breasts, whilst cackling loudly.

Laughing at Harper's misfortune, Taylor failed to spot Aura creep up behind her and splatter a caramel pie against her nose. Meaning to retaliate, Taylor picked up a chocolate pie and was about to hurl it at Aura when Bonnie splatted a shaving cream pie over the top of head. Distracted, Taylor was then helpless as Aura stole the chocolate pie from her and splattered it against the curves of her breasts, before Aura and Bonnie high fived.

With all hell about to break lose, Aiko shouted, "Ladies, ladies, calm down." Law and order eventually restored, Aiko signalled to Skylar to pull the ninth lever, whilst Rowan frantically tried to activate button number nine. Instead, the brunette was obliterated by thirty seconds of Bolognese sauce, the longest deluge of the night. Feeling Bolognese seep inside her G-string, Rowan couldn't dare look at Skylar. Indeed, the blonde teenager was taunting her rival and having a whale of a time.

To make matters worse, Aiko then invited Skylar to pull the final lever, once Rowan had moved up to the very top of the ramp. Beaming, Aiko declared, "Skylar, give Rowan what she truly deserves", and the blonde pulled down on the golden lever with all of her might. After a moment's pause, a spattering of dark green slime fell upon her, before her seat began to hurtle down towards the tank. Despite the sensation only lasting a couple of seconds, Rowan felt the ordeal last a lifetime. Furthermore, her skirt billowed around her waist, once more exposing her G-string and her gunk smothered thighs. Reaching the bottom, Rowan felt herself being flung off her chair, chest first, into the slime. Disappearing, with a belly flop, completely under, she did at least have the satisfaction of splattering the unfortunate Jessica, who was still trapped at the side of the tank.

Pausing to breathe upon resurfacing, Rowan was splattered by yet another onslaught of dark blue slime. Jessica was similarly coated, yet reacted quickest when Bonnie threw an empty bucket into the tank. Using it to scoop up the purple and orange gunge, Jessica emptied it all over Rowan from behind. Jessica then opened up the front of Rowan's dress and began to smoother her breasts with slime. Fighting back, Rowan pushed Jessica over, who fell dramatically backwards into the gunk. But Rowan's moment of triumph was short lived however, as she herself was caught off balance by a custard pie, thrown by Bonnie, which slapped viciously against her sore, sorry backside. Falling on top of Jessica, Rowan pinned the redhead to the bottom of the tank. Unfortunately, however, they were then both hit by yet another deluge of freezing, pink, watery slime.

Having grown fed up with Taylor's constant teasing of her daughter, Ellie, without warning, pushed the attractive brunette into the tank. Disappearing under the surface, Taylor splashed both Jessica and Rowan much to their rancour and wrath. Joining forces, Jessica held Taylor's hands down by her sides, as Rowan scooped up gunge in the bucket and poured it over the exquisite teen. Rowan then threw a second bucket over her breasts, before being handed a shaving cream pie from up high. Splatting it into Taylor's dainty nose, Rowan also accidentally covered Jessica who was standing right behind. Jessica meanwhile opened up the front of Taylor's dress, allowing Rowan to pour a bucket of slime over her breasts, whilst giving a glimpse of her cleavage to the crowd.

Bonnie and Aiko meanwhile snuck round to the foam cannons and aimed them at the girls in the tank. With Jessica crouching down behind the two brunettes, Taylor and especially Rowan, bore the brunt of the soapy attack. Covered from head to toe in foam, with her ears blocked with slime, Rowan failed to hear a mechanical crane whirl into action behind her. Lifting up an enormous tun casket, the crane paused directly above the brunette, before emptying its entire contents of crude oil over the unfortunate nineteen-year-old. The deluge lasting almost a minute, Rowan was too shocked and soon too gunked up to move. Taking her obliteration like a champ, she swiftly disappeared beneath the 252 gallons of oil, causing the tank to begin to overflow and spill out onto the studio floor, lightly splashing the front row of the crowd.

Faintly splattered by the oil themselves, Taylor and Jessica dived to the side of the tank. Sheltering from the onslaught, her face turned towards the tank rim, Taylor failed to notice Jessica lift up her skirt and splat a cream pie over her cute, adorable behind. However, in doing so, Jessica was splattered in the face by the oil that bounced off Rowan, serving her completely right. Closing her eyes, Rowan felt the oil ooze down over her breasts and her thighs. Sighing, she smiled, just as the cameraman zoomed in for a close up, which proved to be the lasting, most memorable and final shot of the night. Then, as the oil began to trickle to a stop, Aiko bade the audience goodnight.

Twenty minutes later, Rowan stood shivering under her warm shower, desperately trying to scrub mustard and crude oil from her shoulders and thighs. Naked, save for the blue ribbon still in hr hair, she was utterly exhausted. Rubbing her scalp, she wondered just how the TV show could afford to produce hundreds of gallons of gunge but not buy separate cubicles for the lady's showers. Showering besides her stood Harper, who was similarly struggling to wipe gunge from her chest and her behind. Evidently nervous, Harper was shyly hiding her body from Rowan and stood with her face towards the wall as she sponged herself clean. Glancing jealously over the teenager, Rowan felt a pang of envy rise up inside her as she looked the demure beauty up and down.

Ambling loudly into the showers, Taylor remarked, "Hey, have either of you seen my trousers?" Wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of pink knickers, the brunette's sodden hair glistened as it stuck to her forehead. For she, herself, had only just come out of the shower. "No, sorry", Rowan replied, without turning around. "Hey, nice tattoo Rowan", Taylor remarked as she noticed the tattoo of Belle from Beauty and the Beast glimmer brightly across her backside. "Thanks, do you like it? I lost a bet with Georgia a few years back, but I've grown to really like it now. Joe's always teasing me about Belle, but I think he secretly fancies her more than me if I'm honest. He's always thinking of excuses for me to take my knickers off!" Rowan joked, before rubbing her sponge back down over her cute behind. "Oh, it's so cute and adorable. You know what, you and Belle could be sisters, you both look so alike. Though in the film, unlike you, I think she keeps her clothes on, if I remember right! Anyhow, you've missed a spot, let me help you", Taylor demanded before stealing the sponge off Rowan and rubbing her svelte behind. Fussily, Taylor massaged the soapy pink sponge all over Rowan's backside, taking care to even clean between Rowan's crack. Enjoying exhibiting power over the older teen, Taylor then smacked Rowan's bottom with unnecessary force, causing the brunette to cry out in surprise.

"Come on turn around, lets have a look at your cleavage", Taylor demanded, as Rowan rubbed her sore, stinging backside. Submissively shifting around, Rowan sighed as she allowed Taylor to scrub her breasts clean of ketchup, soup and slime. Staring down at Rowan's crotch, Taylor remarked, "Goodness its going to take you hours to clean down there, why don't you have a Hollywood wax?" before playfully massaging the sponge into Rowan's crotch. Tickled, Rowan stumbled and accidentally bashed her thigh into Harper, who had thus far remained awkwardly silent. Taken by surprise, Harper jumped sideways, humiliatingly against the wall of the shower, bruising her tender thighs.

Chortling at her friend's clumsiness, Taylor asked, "Harper, what do you think of Rowan's tattoo? You love Disney, right?" "Err, I, I, I haven't seen it?" the brunette nervously lied. "Nonsense, of course you have. You must have stolen a glance at Rowan's bum, she's smoking hot and you couldn't tear your eyes off her throughout the entire show tonight." "Sounds like you couldn't take your eyes off Harper!" Rowan jovially replied. "Oh, come on, I have a boyfriend, besides, everyone knows that Harper fancies you like mad", Taylor sassed.

Blushing, Harper cried, "Taylor! I told you that in confidence!" "Oh, come on, your girl crush is obvious, I mean, you're practically drooling over her right now! Hey, Rowan, look even Harper's got a Brazilian, girl, you're so behind the times!" Taylor prattled. Turning bright red, Harper gulped as she watched Rowan and Taylor scrutinize her crotch. Covering herself, Harper cried, "I don't fancy you Rowan, Taylor's just joking around." "Hey, but, you just" Rowan began, stammering and unsure of how to reply. "Oh, come on, there's nothing wrong with fancying girls Harper, watch", Taylor chirped before leaning forwards and planting a large sloppy kiss on Rowan's mouth.

"Hey, watch it!" Rowan cried out in surprise. "Oh, who's the little prude now? There's nothing wrong with being a lesbian, is there Harper?" Taylor retorted before once again kissing Rowan on the lips, before slapping her shivering backside. "Erm, oh", Harper stammered unable to reply. Afraid of offending Harper, Rowan suddenly felt trapped. Back peddling, the brunette began, "Of course, there's nothing wrong with being a lesbian, I mean I'm all for a bit of girl on girl action."

Having been in the year above Harper and Taylor at school, she'd always been vaguely aware, but not certain of Harper's sexuality. Her love life had been a locker room joke, nothing more. But thinking about it, it all suddenly made sense. Harper had kissed Joe, Rowan's boyfriend, but only to please Ellie, her mother, who was worried about her not showing any interest in guys. Joe had just been in the wrong place, at the wrong time. Harper had never meant to take her kiss any further, it was just unfortunate that Rowan had walked in on her kissing him, causing their budding rivalry. But ever since, Rowan had to admit that she'd grown to like Harper, who was extremely, coquettishly attractive.

"Alright, prove it then", demanded Taylor, before pushing the blushing Harper into Rowan's arms. Her heart pounding, Rowan felt their breasts bump together and the bristle of Harper's minute bush brush up against her thighs. Taking a deep breath, Rowan wrapped her arms around Harper's shoulders, pushing their chests closer together, before leaning forward to kiss the brunette on the mouth. Eagerly reciprocating, Harper cast off the shy persona that she'd worn closely all her life. Slipping her tongue inside Rowan, she dug her nails deep into the brunette's aching backside. Whooping in astonishment, Taylor joked, "Careful Harper, you do know that Rowan has a boyfriend, right?" Continuing to embrace, the youngsters kissed passionately under the constant flow of the warm shower that relentingly cascaded down. Bringing her arms down Harper's sides, Rowan then pinched the teenager on her pert backside.

In her mind, Rowan had imagined that she'd be the one to take the lead, but instead she played the role of the submissive as the ever-surprising Harper began to take charge. Sliding her chin down Rowans neck, Harper began to kiss the brunette passionately as Taylor looked on, whooping in delight. Then, to Rowan's astonishment, Harper bowed her head and began to lick her left nipple, before repeating her trick with the right. Struck dumb, Rowan felt Harper's teeth close in around her teats, before gently biting down. Astonished, Rowan lent back against the wall of the shower as
she surrendered herself entirely. Then, egged on by Taylor, Harper began to kiss every last inch of Rowan's body, including her curvy backside. Pinning Rowan up against the wall, her breast pushing up against her partner's bosom, Harper slipped her right hand inside Rowan's vagina. Beginning to rub her fingers over Rowan's clitoris, the teenager grew ever lascivious and lustful. Kissing Rowan's neck, Harper began to lick the overcome brunette, who had closed her eyes and sighed as she was deflowered. Even Joe had never been this sensual and lecherous. Harper had seemed just so sweet, so chaste and innocent, Rowan simply couldn't understand it. For as far as she could tell, Harper was still a virgin. Was she the first person to ever feel Harper's tender touch? Was the brunette simply making up for lost time? It was a mystery to Rowan.



Then, as Harper returned to kissing Rowan's lips, without warning, Bonnie suddenly barged in, asking, "Harper, are you still in here? Oh my, oh my, oh my! Harper!" Stopping dead in her tracks, the older brunette was utterly speechless. Having finally changed out of her skunk costume, Bonnie was dressed in pale blue jeans and a loose, scruffy purple blouse, which clearly needed ironing. Glancing down at her naked cousin's trembling backside, Bonnie accidentally walked straight into Taylor. Grinning, the eighteen-year old brushed her off blithely, before remarking, "I know, this is the hottest thing I've seen in my entire life. Your cousin's an erotic goddess!"

Mortified, Harper hurriedly pulled herself away from Rowan and sat down on the floor of the shower, covering her chest and crotch with her arms, whilst leaving Rowan utterly exposed to the others. Staring at Rowan's inner thigh, Bonnie hurriedly asked, "My goodness, is that a love bite?" Following a moment's awkward pause, Harper looked up at her astonished cousin and bleated, "Hi!" Utterly unable to keep a straight face, Bonnie remarked, "I never knew you were such a minx Harper!"

After another awkward pause, Harper began to tremble and panic, before bleating "Bonnie, please don't tell my Mother." "Of course I won't, silly. Look, I've known about your sexuality for years, honestly, I can't believe that Aunt Ellie still hasn't figured you out yet." Glancing over at Rowan and Taylor, Bonnie warned, "Neither of you two breathe a word, this never happened, alright? Harper's not yet come out to her parents." "Believe me, my lips are sealed", Rowan gushed, as she began to rub her erect nipples, still overcome by the surprise.

Turning back to her cousin, Bonnie remarked, "Harper, a few of the guys are going out for a drink, after we finish here tonight. Would you like to join us? Aunt Ellie, hopes that you might. She's trying to set you up with Bill, but there's a couple of hot girls coming too if you like!" "Oh erm, I haven't got anything to wear though, my dress is ruined", Harper replied. "Oh, don't worry about that. Your mum feels guilty about conspiring to have you slimed. So, she bought you that gorgeous blue cocktail dress that you liked. I have it with me in the staff changing room. Come on, I'll help you get ready, alright." With that, Bonnie grabbed Harper by the hand and dragged her from the shower. Pushing Harper towards the front door, Bonnie paused when her cousin complained, "Wait! I'm not even wearing a towel!" "Oh, don't worry about that. Everyone else is in a production meeting, no one will see you, I promise."

With that, Bonnie pushed her nude cousin out onto the corridor, before closing the door behind her. Horrified, Harper banged wildly on the changing room door, which Bonnie firmly held shut from the other side. Joking, Bonnie cooed, "Harper, shush, do you want them to find you?" Then, whilst Harper hurriedly covered her chest and her crotch with her arms, Bonnie turned to Taylor and remarked, "Oh, just in case Rowan decides to blab about my cousin, I think that this might just come in handy." Chortling, Bonnie threw Taylor a super soaker before joining Harper out on the corridor. Slapping her cousin's backside, Bonnie then led her towards the female staff changing room, despite the youngster protesting wildly.

Grinning, Taylor took one look at the super soaker, before aiming it directly at Rowan. Caught off guard, Rowan was trapped up against the shower wall as her friend blasted her with dark blue gunge, coating her front entirely. Scrutinizing Rowan's naked, titillating curves, Taylor aimed purposefully at every last love bite. "Go on, turn around. I don't want Belle to miss out!" Taylor joked, before splattering Rowan's backside with slime. Pummelling Rowan's crack, the brunette began to enjoy playing the role of the torturer.

After almost fifty seconds spent obliterating the pretty brunette, Taylor sighed as the super soaker began to run dry. Frowning, Taylor then complained to Rowan, "Hey, how come we didn't we get an invite? I quite fancy an evening out after tonight. Look, I'm sorry for calling Georgia a bitch a few weeks ago, I can get really passionate and wound up sometimes. To be fair, she had just pied me." "Oh, that's alright, I got my revenge, when I slimed you earlier, let's call things even", Rowan answered, as blue slime dripped down off her thighs. Needing to wash herself clean again, Rowan wheezed, before turning the shower back on and scrubbing herself down.

Then, there followed a rather awkwardly long pause, as Taylor silently watched Rowan shower, her naked body glistening under the flow of the incessant downpour. It was almost as if Taylor was trying to make Rowan feel uncomfortable, the way she mutely stared at her naked chest and thighs. Feeling trapped, Rowan felt too embarrassed to ask her to leave, as she sensed Taylor stare intently at the tattoo on her cute backside. In truth, Taylor realised that she was making Rowan uncomfortable, but had dawdled too long now and was instead waiting for Rowan to break the awkward silence.

Suddenly, after about a minute, the tension lifted, as Skylar and Jessica burst into the showers. Skylar, still wearing the same ludicrous red, one shoulder, bodycon, asymmetric dress as before, boomed "Rowan!" whilst Jessica slid in behind her. Wearing a yellow t-shirt and knee length royal blue skirt, the redhead scuttled in with bare feet and her sultry hair still glistening from her shower. Then, to Rowan's utter horror, Jessica turned back, before wheeling in a trolley, ladled with humongous shaving cream pies, which shimmered under the bright lights of the bathroom.

Blithely noting Taylor, Skylar turned to Rowan and remarked, "Oh, I thought you'd be alone, never mind." Smirking, Skylar explained, "Since the whole production staff are busy in an after-show meeting, we have a small window of opportunity to create some more havoc." Then, before Rowan could even put her hands up to protect herself, the blonde picked up a shaving cream pie and threw it at her adversary, striking her perfectly on the nose. Jessica meanwhile, selected the largest pie and threw it at Rowan's quivering chest, remarking, "That's for Georgia having me slimed." Defending her friend, Taylor swiftly returned fire. Slamming a pie against Jessica's forehead, she caught the redhead by complete surprise. Then, with Jessica distracted, Taylor slapped a second pie over the top of her head, as Skylar stood back and scowled. Taking back control, Skylar demanded, "Taylor, I think it's time that you picked sides. Help us pie Rowan, or we'll use up the rest of the pies on you instead, if you like."

Gulping, Taylor picked up a pie and slapped it up against Rowan's forehead. "Keep going", Skylar demanded, glowering. Guiltily, Taylor scooped up another pie and ground it against Rowan's crotch, before whispering, "I'm ever so sorry." Having wiped the cream from her eyes, Jessica then splatted another pie against Rowan's backside, before rubbing the cream inside the teenager's crack, as Skylar watched on intently. Turning around to select another pie, the redhead made the mistake of presenting her waist to Rowan, who greedily took up the opportunity to push her, head first into the trolley of shaving foam. Enraged, her entire front coated with cream, the blinded redhead threw a lucky pie against Rowan's chest, before stumbling forwards into the path of the brunette's shower. Sopping wet, the redhead slipped over and tumbled headfirst into Rowan's thighs, much to everyone's embarrassment. Blindly groping at Rowan's exposed bush, Jessica shuddered as she felt her fingers touch her foe's vagina. Fighting back, Rowan held the redhead directly under the relentless onslaught of the shower. Thinking quickly, Taylor leant forward and turned the shower to its coldest possible setting, causing both Rowan and Jessica to shriek out loudly. Thoroughly soaked, the redhead dug her long sharp nails into Rowan's delicate backside, until the resplendent brunette let go of her.

"Enough, enough", Skylar demanded, having stood safely out of the way of the pie fight. "I think it's time we moved onto the second part of Rowan's punishment", Skylar decried. Continuing, she explained, "We're going to return to the dunk tank. Now, Taylor, you can either join us or be handcuffed to the shower." Turning to Rowan, Taylor heard her whisper, "Go with it, I have a cunning plan". Jessica then frogmarched the naked Rowan out of the shower, whilst Taylor, unable to find her trousers, had to run out onto the corridor after them, in just her white t-shirt and knickers, much to her acute embarrassment.

Just as Skylar had predicted, the girls met no resistance as they returned to the stage. Her body glistening and covered in shaving cream, Rowan shivered as she walked under the bright studio lights. A guffawing Skylar then bade Rowan to sit back down on the ramp. Joining Skylar and Jessica on the raised stage, Taylor asked, "So how are we going to slime her?" Taking charge, Skylar explained, "We need to pull each individual lever again to move Rowan back up to the top of the rank. You see, they've already refilled the pipes above the top level and I fancy coating her with that." Sitting down, naked and shivering, Rowan held her legs firmly together and rested her hands on her thighs. Strangely, she felt she ought to feel more nervous, but she'd been gunged so many times already that she was no longer felt worried about being gunked. Furthermore, Skylar had walked right into her trap. The snake was about to get slimed.

"Taylor, can you pull the first lever?" Skylar pointedly rasped. As the pretty teenager did as she was told, Rowan looked down upon her remote control. Earlier that evening, she'd only activated the tanks above levers two and four. The remaining seven should still be filled with slime. Pressing down on the first button, she coated a bewildered Taylor in gallons upon gallons of purple slime. Obliterated, the diminutive teenager screamed as the purple gunge slapped down upon her; she'd been badly tricked, a second time. Rowan smiled and waved at her friend, before pushing button number eight, which released light blue gunge over Jessica, who had failed to read the vengeful situation in time. Splattered by the slime, the redhead darted to her left, towards lever number nine. This time, yellow slime rained down upon her, oh she looked a sorry sight. Trapped, Jessica stood and glanced upwards, receiving a generous face full of slime. Silently cursing, Rowan shook her head in annoyance. Oh, why hadn't the ninth button work earlier, when she'd wanted to gunge Skylar? Speaking of the blonde, Skylar was standing under lever number four, where Harper had been gunged earlier, and was thus safe from being slimed. Waving up at Rowan, Skylar knowingly smiled.

"Guys, she tricked us!" Taylor complained, before adding, "What do we do now?" "Well, you're going to activate all the remaining levers for a start", Skylar warned. Smirking, the blonde added, "Otherwise I'll push you headfirst into the dunk tank." Gulping, Taylor pulled the second lever, and was relieved to escape being slimed. But moving timidly over to the third lever, the brunette cursed as she was coated in thick brown gunge, which somehow made its way inside her panties, much to her deep regret and surprise. Struck dumb as the brown gunge continued to slap over her, Taylor regretted choosing the wrong side.

Walking through the supposed safe zone of lever number four, the brunette tripped and fell onto her hands and knees. Crawling to lever number five, she was splattered by red gunge, which once again, blasted against her sore, sorry backside. Unable to rise, Taylor continued to crawl as she activated the sixth lever, whilst orange gunge splattered down over the small of her back and her thighs.

Angry with Taylor for turning against her, Rowan felt no remorse as she emptied the black slime above lever seven, much to Skylar's delight. Her ordeal over, Taylor sat down wiping her brow, as Jessica pulled the final two levers, before opening out her knickers to allow the freezing cold slime to ooze out. The final golden lever, safe from the overhead nozzles however, was Skylar's winning prize. Smiling as she glanced at her two gunked up accomplices, the blonde pulled the lever with all of her might. Having reached the top of the ramp, Rowan sighed, when suddenly, molasses rained down upon her, coating her entirely. Smothered from head to toe, Rowan held her breath as the deluge continued to pound her. Completely naked, no inch of her body was safe from the syrup, as the downpour pushed past twenty seconds. Beginning to enjoy herself, Rowan opened up her legs to ensure that even her groin wasn't being forgotten.

Confused, Jessica turned to Skylar and remarked, "Hey, I think she's enjoying this", as the duo heard Rowan loudly sigh. Once the molasses began to trickle to a stop however, Rowan was caught by a second, glorious surprise. This time, an assortment of feathers and cotton balls fluttered down upon her, sticking to her skin as they spattered against the molasses, coating her chest and her thighs. Beginning to take on the appearance of a half-plucked chicken, Rowan looked an absolutely ridiculous sight.

Moments later, Rowan's chair suddenly began to descend down the ramp. Zooming downwards, it flung the brunette remorselessly into the slime. Disappearing completely under, Rowan fell chest first into the gunk. Resurfacing, the teenager was hit by a deluge of bright red gunge, as Jessica cheered on wildly. Standing up, so that her breasts and bush were visible to her tormentors, Rowan was hit by a second onslaught of feathers and cotton. Laughing, Rowan bent her arms out in front of her chest like a bunny rabbit and began to hop around the tank, wiggling her sweet, petite behind. Clearly, the joke was on her, but she was determined to enjoy herself, so she didn't really mind.

Suddenly, the doors to the studio burst open and in marched Bonnie and Harper. Bonnie, scruffy as ever, still wore her jeans and purple blouse. Scurrying behind her, a pink camellia in her hair, Harper looked simply stunning in comparison. The teenager wore an A-line, princess sweetheart, hand-made, flower, sleeveless, short taffeta cocktail dress with a black ribbon tied around her waist. Once again, Harper still wasn't wearing a bra. Running in bare feet, she struggled to keep up with her cousin who had burst on ahead, seething wildly.

"Sorry to spoil your game guys, but this is simply not allowed", Bonnie exclaimed, madly. Harper meanwhile, was struck dumb, as she became transfixed looking at Rowan, who continued to hop nonchalantly around. Naked and covered in cotton and molasses, she set Harper's lustful pulse alight. Turning to Rowan, Bonnie reprimanded, "I don't know why you're laughing, a security guard saw what you were up to on the CCTV and now the entire crew are on their way to sort you guys out. Sure enough, Rowan heard the faint rumbling of feet thunder down the corridor, which was growing ever louder. Panicking, Rowan tried to cover herself up, before trying and failing to climb up out of the tank. Turning to Taylor, she cried, "Help me", but the distrusting teen refused to offer her, her hand. Instead, the quick-thinking teenager ran over to a foam cannon and aimed it straight at the stranded brunette. Copying her, Jessica dashed to the second cannon and together they covered her in the white foam. Coated from head to toe, Rowan sarcastically snarled, "Thanks guys."

Moments later, the doors to the studio swung open and in walked the entire Nemesis production staff. Horrified, Rowan flung her arms across her chest and sat down into the slime. Laying back so that only her head and shoulders were visible above the gunk, she blushed in acute embarrassment as the entire crew looked lustfully upon her, as she hid herself in the slime. Taylor, meanwhile, suddenly remembered that she wasn't wearing any trousers. Holding an empty bucket in front of her waist, she blushed as she tried to hide behind Jessica, who simply stole the bucket from her grasp.

Smirking, Bonnie continued, "I have twenty guys here, each of whom are pretty pissed off that you broke in and made a mess of the studio floor, which now needs cleaning up again, before they can go home for the night. Now, you see, each of them has a puncheon cask of slime in the cupboard and we have a brand-new gunge tank that we want to try out." Pausing for a moment, Bonnie continued, "If only there was someone who had caused absolute havoc and mayhem this evening, and who was still one-hundred percent completely clean and yet to get slimed." Grinning, Bonnie turned to face Skylar, only to find that she'd somehow vanished in plain sight. "Hey, guys, where's Skylar?" the brunette cried. The crew, almost as confused as their colleague, murmured and drew a blank. "Oh, come on, surely someone must have seen her? She can't have got that far!" Bonnie cursed out loud. Utterly aghast, Rowan shook her head. How did Skylar keep on getting away with it, whilst she was once again plastered with slime?

Turning to Jessica and Taylor, Bonnie huffed when the redhead replied, "Don't look at us, we're already slimed." Nodding, Taylor snatched the bucket back from the redhead and covered her hips, blushing wildly. Shaking her head in gruff agreement, Bonnie cast around the studio floor, straight into the eyes of her cousin. "Harper! You look utterly gorgeous, you'll do just fine." "Wait, what, no!" Harper sputtered as her cousin pushed her on the bum, towards the tank. Unable to offer any resistance to her stronger cousin, Harper softly whimpered as she was pushed inside the tank. Laughing, Bonnie locked the door and bade her co-workers, "Guys, form an orderly queue, you'll all get a chance!"

Biting her lip, Harper shivered as pink foam began to rise up from the bottom of the tank. Nervously shifting from side to side, the brunette winced as the foam rose up her legs, into her panties and over her thighs. Eventually, the foam eased, once it was level with her chest, causing the youngster to sigh rather loudly. But her joy was short lived however, as Arjan, Bonnie's boyfriend, pulled down on the gunge tank lever, causing red gunge to rain on down. Splattering against her hair, the slime swiftly oozed down over her chest, inside her dress and over her youthful breasts, which glistened under the studio spotlight.

High fiving his mate behind him, Arjan stepped aside to let his colleague refill the tank. Glancing up at Harper, Rowan was thoroughly relieved to be hidden inside the dunk tank. Still naked, she wasn't in a hurry to leave any time soon, but at least she had a perfect view of Harper getting slimed. She might as well relax and enjoy Harper's slimy torment, the pretty girl had kissed her boyfriend after all, so she thoroughly deserved every last drop of the slime.

Sure enough, the second crew member pulled down on the lever, causing light blue gunge to cascade down over Harper. The deluge lasted for twenty seconds, and by the time it had finished, the teenager was unrecognisable. Then, as the third crew member began to reload the tank, Bonnie opened up the upper section of the door and blasted her cousin with the foam cannon. Cackling, Bonnie showed no remorse as she splatted her younger cousin's chest and cheeks. "I've been dreaming of this moment for years", the older woman cried.

One minute later, as light green gunge splattered down upon the ghostly white Harper, Joe, Rowan's boyfriend, finally arrived. "Just where have you been all evening?" Rowan immediately demanded. Sitting up slightly, Rowan was blissfully unconcerned by the top of her pert breasts peaking up from out of the slime. Suppressing a chortle as he looked down upon his gorgeous girlfriend, the six-foot-tall, twenty-year-old, dirty-blonde explained, "Erm, Bonnie and Aiko locked me in a cupboard when I overheard their plans for you tonight. But don't worry, they left me a Tv monitor, so I caught your humiliating demise. You look ever so sexy as a bunny rabbit, we must try that in bed some time!" Chuckling to himself, Joe was clearly enjoying watching his naked girlfriend splash around in the slime.

"Count me in!" Rowan retorted, before seductively raising her right leg out of the gunge and pointing coquettishly at her partner. But then, before Rowan even knew what was happening, Joe threw a bucket of black gunge over her, temporarily blinding her. Momentarily caught off guard, Rowan was helpless as her boyfriend then crept up behind her and emptied a hogshead cask of baked beans over her naked shoulders and back. Screaming, she briefly, and unwisely, gained the attention of Harper's adoring crowd.

Once interest in their mischief eventually dwindled, Joe rasped, "Come on, let's get out of here", as baked beans dribbled down Rowan's slimy backside. "But I'm naked", the brunette reminded him. "Look, no one will notice, they're all too fixated on Harper", he replied. Glancing up over towards Harper, she had to admit that he was right. Despite being naked, it wasn't her who was drawing the crowd. The entire staff were intoxicated by the gorgeous Harper, who was screaming as she was continually being pummelled with slime.

Nodding, Rowan allowed Joe to lift up her up out of the tank. Clutching her close to his chest, to hide her modesty, he held Rowan tightly around the thighs. Stumbling forwards, they drew nobody's attention, save for Harper, who found that Rowan's naked curves drove her absolutely wild. Her backside, her breasts, her legs, they were simply divine.

But then, just as Joe walked passed the vat of porridge, he gleefully threw his girlfriend into the creamy gunk, much to Harper's delight. Disappearing completely under, Rowan screamed as porridge enveloped her thighs. "You rotter", she sputtered, before Joe emptied a tierce cask of raspberry jam over her. The incessant jam swarmed down over her matted hair, her heaving chest and down over her thighs. Cursing at her boyfriend, Rowan was then helpless as Joe plonked the cask over her, trapping her inside.

Thoroughly exhausted, Rowan sighed, "Look, can you be useful for once and find me some clean clothes and a towel?" "Of course, darling, but in a moment, I want to join the queue to gunge Harper. I won't be long, don't go anywhere now", Joe cheerily replied. "Don't worry, I won't", Rowan shot back, before splashing idly in the vat, though still inside the barrel. Her modesty now mostly secured, the brunette began to rub herself all over with the jam. Then, peering through a hole in the cask, she began to watch Harper, who squealed as she was coated once again in the ice-cold slime.

Meanwhile, as bright pink gunge splashed down upon Harper, the bashful teen began to feel her previously white knickers slip down her greasy thighs. Unable to stop them from sliding down, Harper blushed as the entire crew saw her panties slither down to her ankles. Reaching down to pull them back up, Harper slipped over in the tank, her entire body disappearing under the pink foam as she crashed down onto her backside. Scrambling to her feet, her panties now back in place, Harper felt her dress slip down two inches, revealing ninety percent of her chest to the guys.

Fortunately for Harper, her modesty was swiftly recovered by a blast of brown gunge, as a fifth crew member giddily emptied his puncheon of slime. Staring greedily over at Rowan, she harrumphed upon discovering that her naked body was hidden inside the cask, away from her lustful, lecherous eyes. Staring back at Harper, from the safety of her barrel, Rowan scrunched up her nose and smiled.

Her dress slipping ever downwards, Harper was caught off guard as Bonnie reopened the tank door and splatted a custard pie against her forehead. Gasping in fright, the teenager was helpless as a second chocolate pie exploded over her cheeks, whilst Bonnie cackled loudly. Closing the door, Bonnie heard Taylor wail, "Seriously, why does nobody have any spare trousers?" Glancing around, the stagehand saw Jessica then proceed to splurge Taylor with the foam cannon, before the humiliated teenager, blinded by the foam, fell backwards into the dunk tank. Landing with a gigantic splash, Taylor at least had the satisfaction of splattering Jessica, only for her joy to be short lived as the redhead aimed the foam cannon at her for a second time.

Caught up in the moment, Jessica failed to notice Arjan and Bonnie sneak up behind her, before lifting her up and dumping her head first into a barrel of raspberry jam. Covered head to toe in fruit preserve, the redhead squealed as she felt the jam seep inside her soiled knickers and bra. Poking her head up out of the barrel, Jessica was surprised by Bonnie, who slapped a cherry cheesecake against her cheeks, whilst Arjan poured a bucket of custard over her forehead. Bonnie then kicked over the barrel, causing the redhead to tumble into the dunk tank, besides Taylor, who guffawed loudly.

Harper, meanwhile wailed, "Bonnie, just how many more of your friends are there?" "Oh, with Joe having joined us, I make it that you have another sixteen slimings!" Her cousin replied. Then, just as yellow gunged rained down over the angelic teenager, Bonnie continued, "You might not realise this, what with me being older, but I've always been jealous of you Harper. You're smart, you're pretty and you're beguiling. You drive all the guys wild. Honestly, tonight's been the most fun I've ever had on the show, I'm so glad we tricked you over and over again into getting slimed." Spluttering, Harper rasped, "Well, at least the night can't get any worse", when suddenly her mum, Ellie, burst through the door, shouting, "Bonnie, leave some for me, I want to obliterate my delightful daughter one last time!"