"Welcome Miss Emma. I see it took several tries to find the medal in the former challenge! Don't worry, our guest never thought about taking the one on the board.
I also see you decided to take off your clothes. Great, we would have asked for it anyway." Said Lord O'Neill.
"I'm going to explain to you the challenge. Lady O'Neill and I were allowed to create our own challenge this time. It means you will be all ours!
We have prepared several things for you here.
Compared to the other challenges, we will do the most of the work. What you will have to do is... be messed by us. OK?"
"Yes."
"Good! As we were in a barn, we managed to get several messes easily.
First, we are going to wash you a bit. Usually it's done between the challenges but I wanted Lady O'Neill to do that."

Lady O'Neill appeared behind him with a water hose she immediately activated. The water was as cold as in the afternoon.

"Shall we start?"
"Yes honey, you first!"

Lord O'Neill sat me on a chair in the middle of the barn and moved to my back. I heard that buckets were moved and Lord O'Neill was hesitating. Finally, he found the one he wanted to use on me.

"Ready Emma?"
"Yes my Lord."
"Look up!"

From behind he raised a bucket above my head and started to empty the content on me. The bucket was filled with raw eggs. I was feeling the slimy content oozing on my head, between my breasts and legs.
When the flow stopped, I saw Lady O'Neill replacing her husband.

"This one is one of my favorites, enjoy Emma!"
Another heavy bucket was emptied over my head. This one was thicker and sweet.
"That's custard, you look amazing in yellow!"
She then moved to another bucket, then another and another.
Buckets after buckets, I was covered with layers of porridge, jam, honey, more custard, chocolate... Under all that mess I was enjoying every second of it.
I was hearing that they often kissed each other and I heard them moan sometimes. Trashing a submissive messy girl like me was surely a turn on for them.

They were emptying buckets after buckets, sometimes over my head, sometimes they throwed the content to me. Lady and Lord O'Neill sometimes also rub the content on my breasts or between my legs. I had never been touched like that but the warm feeling was completely compensating for my submission.

They asked me to kneel a few times when they wanted me to dunk my head in a bucket. One of them was holding my head down, the other was emptying more mess over my head and body.

"Ok Emma, we now have our special treatment for you now, first I will let my wife do her worst, then it will be my turn."

Is she the worst? Damn, what could be even messier than what these two already have done to me?

"Now, back on your knees, close your eyes... And look up!" said Lady O'Neill. I proceed.
Another bucket was brought over my head, the few drops on my forehead were heavy and black.
"Molasse, that always useful in a barn!"
She slowly poured the sticky content on me. I felt the weight of the bucket gluing on me. My world was black and silent, I was only hearing muffled sounds.
My head was becoming heavier, my hair was coated and matted with the sticky syrup.

I feeled somebody cleaning one of my ears:
"I know you can't see anything but I hope you enjoy the O'Neill barn traitement. What is great with molasse is that it sticks a lot... You are naked and we don't want you to catch a cold, we will add a warm coat over you."
"What kind of coat?"
"Feathers of course! And because we really take care of you, we will double the layers!"
"Thank you Lady."
Thank you? Did I really thank somebody who humiliated me and covered me with molasse and feathers? Yes... I did!
Once again, this sensation of mess was amplified by the submissive position I was in.
I felt that a soft layer of feathers was added to the blob I was.

"Ready for the second coating?"
"Yes please!"

Another heavy bucket was once again emptied on me. They even used a second one to be sure all the feathers which were sticking everywhere on me were fully covered.
While pouring the molasses on me, I felt that the mess was deeply massed in my hair. It would surely be a nightmare to clean but, for the moment, it was clearly a dream coming true for me.
When the flow stopped, another coating of feather was added.
Lady O'Neill cleaned once again my ears and that time also my eyes.

"Look my birdy, honey, look how beautiful she is!
You are the best when trashing properly somebody honey" said Lord O'Neill.
"Now, it's my turn!"

I forgot that Lady "traitement" was only the first part. I was already covered in several layers of food, molasses and feathers, what could have been Lord O'Neill version of "treatment"?

"Emma, I was not able to see the former challenge, I was preparing everything here but I saw you discovered my messy surprise.
The buckets you have found have been prepared by myself for the former challenge. The mud of a barn is always thicker and messier than usual. And you are at the production place!
Please follow me!"

The messy bird I was followed him across the barn until a big door behind.

"See, the buckets were from here!"

He pointed out a big muddy field. A sign was indicating "Welcome to the Pig Pen". Even if there weren't animals in the Mansion, the area was made to look like a real pig pen. The mud was as filthy as the one from the buckets. It was maybe even worse because the field was at least 30cm deep in its center.

"This is my part! As you may see below this mess, I've put on my boots. Let's have a quick walk together!"

At the first step, the heavy brown mud squished between my toes up to my calf. Lord O'Neill stopped in the middle of the pig pen, where the mud was deeper.

"Good Emma, now you will do what I ask you to do."
"Yes my Lord."
"Let fall face first in that mud."
I began to incline myself to slowly fall in the mud as Lord O'Neill asked but I was not expecting to lose my balance while doing that.

SPLASH

"Oh! That's what I call a fall!"
I resurfaced my head while spitting the mud and got in my mouth as I was not prepared to fall so fast.
"OK, now, we are going for a few dunks! Take a big breath at the surface!"
Lord O'Neill firmly held the back of my head by grasping and fistfull of my hair.
"Ready?"
"Yes my Lord''
As soon as he heard my acknowledgement, he started to deeply dunk my head in the filthy mud.
Sometimes, he immediately resurfaced my head, sometimes he rolled it down the mud to be sure I will be fully covered.
He sometimes added mud over my head to completely bury it beneath the muck.
I don't know for how long he did that but enough for me to totally forget the molasses and feathers layers.
After all these dunkings, he finally released my head.

"Good Emma, very good! And thank you. Your last challenge of the day is nearly finished".
Nearly? What else could he do to me? Few hours ago, I was having lunch with them, then I was obliterated with pies, covered in mud, stripped, covered with so many different kinds of food, tarred and feathered and finally plunged in the most disgusting mud ever.
"On your back. Good. To conclude this challenge, you will remain here for 30 minutes. Don't worry, you will not dry, before leaving I will cover you from head to toe with this mud you like so much."
"Thank you Lord!" I said while spitting out some mud, feathers and molasses."
"You can stay longer if you want! The next and last event of the day is the council. It will take place at 8:00PM. We have put some clothes for you in your bedroom. Don't be late!
By the way, all the things you have done today have been recorded with several cameras. We will give you the videos in your room. If you enjoyed the experience, you will have the pleasure to watch it again... and again."
"Thank you my Lord."
"Have some rest here for at least 30min to remember your day but you can stay longer if you want! See you tonight!"
Before leaving, he discharged buckets and buckets of mud over me. I was feeling the weight on every part of my body. He finished with my head and created a little hole for me to breathe.
I wait a bit in this dark world trying to recall everything that happened today. This has been the messiest day of my life but also the best day ever!
While lying down in the muck, I decided to enjoy my muddy adventure one last time.
One of my hands was starting to rub myself through the layers of mess. The other one was massaging my breasts. It didn't come long before body spasms shook from head to toes.
I dug my head deeper in the mud, ran my hands in my hair wishing to stay forever in that state of mess.
I was going to climax. The shy little French girl from the messy Internet was now lying under coatings and coatings of mess after a few hours with strangers... What would be more amazing?
I came hard, harder than ever. I flipped myself several times and kept going.
I was totally lost in the sensation. I finally dunked my head as deep as possible and cumed in my messy bath.

I never experienced such a sensation. It was simply amazing. I didn't know how long I stayed there, in the pig pen, I finally wiped my eyes and saw the cameras pointed at me.

Were they watching that? It didn't matter, at least, I will have a video for me!