The cream bath was postponed. No, our girls had something much better planned for this week. It was Adelaide's birthday that week, and she certainly did a lot of celebrating, sleeping with fifteen partners in the space of a week. She easily beat the other ladies, and they decided that something special would have to happen. Like most of the other girls, Adelaide loved being humiliated as much as she loved being wet and messy. And so the girls hatched a plan. As a birthday present, they would give Adelaide a humiliation she would never forget.
On the day of the ceremony, Adelaide dressed in a tight dress, black stockings, and a nice pair of heels. As per the rules of the game, it was an outfit she had worn to one of her hookups in the preceding week. As to which hookup it was, well...she couldn't quite remember. It had been a busy week for her after all.
She followed the other girls' instructions and took a cab to Trafalgar Square. When she arrived, it didn't take her long to see the other girls. There was a large rubber mat laid out on the ground, with the girls all standing around it with the cheekiest of looks on their faces.
"What's all this, ladies?" Adelaide asked, a bit nervously.
The girls were too overcome by giggles to answer properly; but Rose stood a signboard on the ground next to the mat which read:
I, Adelaide, have been a naughty girl this week. I slept with fifteen boys this week. Please watch while I'm tarred and feathered.
The other girls were practically falling over laughing now, and Adelaide could only blush. Was this real? Was she really about to be tarred and feathered right now in the middle of central London? Adelaide loved being humiliated with mess, but never in her wildest dreams had she dared come up with something like this.
All doubt was removed though when the girls started unscrewing the lids on several large jugs of sticky, black gunk sitting next to the mat.
"Anytime you're ready, love." said Amber, gesturing to the mat.
Adelaide looked around. Most people hadn't taken notice yet, but a few were already casting curious glances at the sign and the rather loud group of girls.
She took a step forward. Before she knew it, she was standing in the center of the mat, and Rose was hoisting an ominous black jug above her head.
"Don't worry, love," said Rose, "it's not real tar, it's just treacle."
Adelaide cracked a smile. She loved treacle.
Rose began to pour, and a sticky, black river of treacle cascaded over Adelaide's hair, and down her face. It ran down the front of her dress, down her cleavage, shiny black drizzles of it dripped down her stockings, and it all finally dripped onto the toes of her expensive black shoes.
Adelaide peeled her sticky hair back out of her face and looked around. People were really starting to take notice now; some were stopping to watch. Adelaide's cheeks burned red with embarrassment, but at the same time, she could already tell that she was becoming aroused. Another drenching followed, and it wasn't long before her nice dress was completely soaked in treacle. Adelaide felt it sticking to her body and couldn't help running her hands over herself.
"Get your tits out, love!" yelled some hooligan in the rapidly growing audience.
"Ha!" shouted Ella, "Chloe, you owe me fifty quid! It didn't take three minutes for someone to yell that!" Chloe acknowledged Ella's victory.
Adelaide was barely paying attention, all she could focus on was the crowd of people watching her, that and the lovely, sticky treacle soaking though her clothes, and coating every inch of her body. The next question she asked herself was: Would she have to strip?
As if reading her mind, Rose instructed her to remove her dress. The tight dress was tricky to remove even when clean, but soaked in treacle, Adelaide struggled to peel off the filthy, sticky evening dress. With Rose's help, she eventually succeeded, and she stood before the crowd in her underwear, treacle still dripping off her head. Then, before Adelaide realized it, one of the girls had unfastened her bra, and held it up in the air like a hunting trophy. Adelaide looked down to see her relatively clean naked breasts, which were now on display for everyone to see.
The crowd cheered. Adelaide bit her lip. Stripping in public? Even for her this was unladylike.
Ella came around the front of her and, without hesitating, poured a good amount of treacle into the front of her lacey panties. Then she gently pressed against them with her hand, smearing treacle all over the outside of Adelaide's pussy and sending waves of treacle oozing out down her legs. Ella didn't even wait for the crowd to stop cheering before peeling off the sticky panties and tossing them aside with Adelaide's dress.
"Take off your shoes!" instructed Rose.
Adelaide did as she was told, stepping down into the puddle of treacle, her stockinged feet sticking and squishing as she playfully stomped around in it.
"These look like really expensive shoes." observed Rose. "Are they designer?"
Adelaide nodded, and watched, giggling, as Rose filled her expensive high heels to the brim with treacle. Adelaide knew what was coming next.
"Put them back on." said Rose, pointing.
Adelaide complied, giggling as the treacle squelched and oozed between her toes.
It was quite hard to walk though, with her shoes soaked inside and out with treacle, and she soon took them off. That's alright though; Adelaide loved the feeling of sliding around in the puddle of treacle in just her stockings.
Now naked except for her stockings, another jug of treacle was poured over a very embarrassed, (and very aroused) Adelaide. A river of sticky treacle cascaded over her naked breasts, over her head again, and down her back. By this point her entire body was coated in a thick, sticky layer of treacle. The only thing left clean were her eyes, which one of the girls helpfully wiped with a wet cloth. Even her cute little pussy was obscured by a layer of treacle.
Most of the treacle was used up by now, but there was a huge puddle of it on the mat, and the girls weren't going to let it go to waste. They ordered Adelaide to get down and roll in it. She happily did. It felt amazing to be both naked and also so gooey and sticky.
She began by sitting in the puddle, making sure her cute bum was properly coated in treacle, before laying down and having a good roll around.
The girls were practically in tears laughing, now.
"Snort like a pig!" suggested one. Adelaide snorted like a pig as she continued rolling in the treacle. She was well past caring about her dignity at this point.
"Make treacle angels!" said another. Adelaide rolled on her back and make gooey, sticky treacle angels as she laughed and laughed and the last of the treacle was poured over her.
"Stand up!" ordered Rose. Adelaide obeyed. "Address the crowd."
Adelaide looked at her crowd. it was enormous. Young men laughed and cheered, women looked on in shock. Several older couples gave her the most disapproving of looks.
Adelaide took stock of herself. She really was a sight. Wearing nothing but her stockings, drenched from head to toe in treacle, strands of mess oozing down her body onto the ground. She had never felt so humiliated in all her life; but seldom had she felt so aroused either.
"Adelaide here slept with fifteen boys this week." Ella announced to the crowd. "And so far, she seems to have quite enjoyed getting naked and drenched in treacle in the middle of London." People in the crowd were laughing now.
Ella continued, "Surely that's not the way for a young Englishwoman to behave!" The crowd seemed to agree with her.
Adelaide feared that she might bite through her lip at any moment.
Ella had one last question for the crowd.
"Should we finish her tar and feathering?"
The crowd (or at least, the men in the crowd) cheered.
Ella produced a bag of white feathers, and with a flourish, shook them out all over poor Adelaide.
The crowd was given a few minutes to take their pictures. All the while Adelaide felt stiffer and stiffer as the treacle began to dry.
Finally, the girls grabbed several buckets of water and sloshed them over Adelaide. Some of the mess came off, but certainly not all of it; and Adelaide had a feeling that it would take a very long shower to wash all the treacle out of her hair.
One of the girls was kind enough to drive Adelaide home, and Adelaide spent the next few hours in a hot, soapy bath, scrubbing herself clean. She was still so aroused by her epic public humiliation in the middle of central London that she masturbated immediately after getting out of the bath, bringing herself to a quaking orgasm. Of course, this satisfaction was only temporary. She immediately set to work going through her phone, looking for a boy that she could invite over for another hookup. Far from being contrite, Adelaide was still a naughty girl at heart.