Round Five:

So, as I stood there, all kinds of thoughts racing through my head, a chant started from the crowd of onlookers. Faint at first, it rose in decibel, as more and more of the partygoers joined in. I didn't understand it in the beginning. But then the words started to register.

"Do it. Do it. Do it." Over and over, they kept saying the same thing. And I got it. More importantly, Ivanna got it. She had this sick look on her face. I mean, you couldn't really see Vonni's face from all the muck. It was just an expression of sick resignation, of helplessness. She looked so dejected. I almost felt sorry for her. Almost!

At first, I didn't do anything. I was sick, too. I was so devastated from the entire thing. I felt like I just wanted to walk out, find some hole in the ground, crawl in it, and never come out.

Finally, after a couple minutes, I turned to the crowd. I stuck out a hand, just one hand, my right one, palm open to the crowd. I didn't say a word, but they got the message. The chant died down until there was absolute silence. Now everyone looked at me, to see what I was going to do.

Ivanna stood there, still covered in goo, herself. But she couldn't look at me. Vonni's head was down, I could almost hear silent sobs coming from her heart.

And then, very softly, so softly I doubt if anyone except Ivanna heard, I said, "you win."

As her head popped up, surprise filled Ivanna's eyes. She was biting her lip, a thing Vonni always did when something perplexed her.

"You win, baby. I am muckier than you," I said, with muck streaming down from my lips. "You win."

Emotions played across Ivanna's face. I didn't really know what they were. Nor did I care at the time. I was so emotionally spent.

"You win!" Those words echoed in my brain. Finally, I said, "Vonni, please sit down." And I think she knew, in that instance, what was going to happen. And I saw a look of relief cross from one end of her tortured face to the other.

Ivanna's eyes, until then, pleading for forgiveness, now said something else. They were welcoming eyes. They said, "do it!"

As Ivanna sat down, I went to get the first instrument of messy payback. On that table, the next to last one, there were only twelve items. But they were ones I really liked. There were twelve pitchers, each holding two liters of chocolate sauce. Half of those pitchers were filled with the lighter, or milk chocolate, variety while the others had dark chocolate.

As I picked up that first pitcher, it almost seemed as if every living soul in that room had taken in a deep breath and held it. The phrase "quiet as a mouse" comes to mind. When I stood in front of Vonni, with that pitcher held high, ready to do its messy dance, I looked into her beautiful eyes, and saw . . . I don't know what I saw. But it was as if she were welcoming me for the first time. A long slow smile played across Ivanna's gunge-covered lips, and then she tilted her head back, ever so slightly, to insure a nice even flow that would cover her face.

And then, I started to pour.

Those first six pitchers, the ones with the milk chocolate, took a long time to empty because I took my own sweet time, pouring them, ever so slowly. As one pitcher would be emptied, I picked up another. Soon brown goo was running down Ivanna's head, covering her face, then her shoulders, before finally cascading down over her boobs and pooling in her lap.

But only for a moment as that area quickly filled and then overflowed. Liquid chocolate spilled over and onto the floor, which quickly became saturated with muck, thus becoming very slippery.

Time after time I repeated the process, six times in all. And with each new pouring, Ivanna became even messier as more and more chocolate found its way onto her beautiful body. It's hard to believe that any one human being could become that mucky, that gunge-covered, until you've watched it unfold directly in front of you. As I looked down on my messy creation, after the final drop fell from the last pitcher, I saw a woman who was so drenched in chocolate goo as to be completely unrecognizable. From head to toe, my Vonni was covered in an undulating sea of light brown, the color of milk chocolate. And it was still flowing off her like a spring flood back home.

But during all that messy pour, during all that mass humiliation, during that complete degradation, Vonni never said a word. She never moved, not once. She sat there, and she took it all.

The last six pitchers of dark brown grime went a little faster. Rather than pour these, I dumped their entire contents all at once. I picked up each pitcher, one at a time, raised them over Vonni's head, and then quickly turned them over. Six very loud splashes, or splats, were heard in short order, each time followed by a series of lesser intense, pitter-patter sounds as smaller splashes of residual goo kept falling. And with each splash, my dear sweet Vonni became more and more muckier.

Muckier . . . I still don't know if that is a word, but hey, it works.

After that last droplet fell from the remaining pitcher, Ivanna looked as messed up as I was, probably more so. Her dress was completely saturated, the low crop of her bodice had taken so much damage from the liquid mayhem inflicted upon it, that it barely gave support for Ivanna's larger than average breasts.

Well, I guess it's a good thing for Vonni that she's wearing a bra tonight. Or that could be a little embarrassing for her. I thought back to my predicament just a handful of minutes before.

I helped Ivanna wipe her eyes of all that mucky goo. But no sooner than we got one layer of mire out of them, did another flow down from her sodden mass of hair that had been so beautifully styled less than an hour before.

I could see how cold Ivanna was. By the time that last drop fell, from those twelve pitchers, twenty-four liters, over six gallons of liquid mess, my baby, my sweetheart, the love of my life, was so drenched in brown slime, that she was unrecognizable. And I knew how cold she was because I had just gone through the same thing.

"I am so . . . sorry, Bobby," I could see Vonni's eyes get all misty. So, I took her hand.

"It's okay, baby," I said, as I gently kissed her. "I love you more than life itself."

As she responded, Ivanna, kissed me long, and hard, before gazing into my eyes. "Me too, oh so do I, Bobby. You are . . . my everything." And then, as she stopped to wipe some more of that chocolate glop that was running into her eyes, Vonni leaned in close to my ear, and whispered, "I love you, too, more than life itself."

Though I could barely make out the words through my hearing-impaired ear, I knew what she was saying. And now as I looked into the sparkling eyes of the most beautiful woman in the world, I smiled.

Ha I know it's hard to believe that considering the state of her looks,

And then she smiled. And I knew everything was back to where it belonged. The world was right, again, and we had survived the ugliness that was thrown at us. I knew, in that moment, that everything would always be alright between us. As I kissed my fiancé, lightly on her lips, I whispered, "one more thing, baby." And her eyes said it all, "bring it on."

There were no pies left on that first table. Absolutely none! And I never cared for butterscotch, so that left out the one remaining bowl of pudding on the next table. Since I really didn't care for custard, of any flavor, the fourth table had no interest for me. That left the third one. And there were still several cakes on that table, but the ones that had my interest were the last two triple layer, chocolate cakes filled with ganache, and topped off with a couple inches of dark chocolate buttercream frosting.

Oh yeah. These should do nicely.

As I walked back to my betrothed, she took one look at those cakes, one in each hand, and then a huge grin broke out across her goo-drenched features. Followed shortly thereafter by one on my muck-smeared face.

As I carefully maneuvered, due to the slick floor, to the right side of Vonni I moved within inches of the woman I loved. The love of my life looked over at me, saw how I was holding those cakes, and then gave me a smile that would light up the entire room, followed by a long slow wink. Then she closed her eyes.

SPLAT! It wasn't a pie sandwich, no, it was a Cake Sandwich. And Vonni caught it full on. This wasn't your normal sandwich where you hit the target on both sides of the head. What I did was smash that first cake into her beautiful face with my right hand, and then, using my left, I planted the second one into the back of Ivanna's head. With those cakes sitting out longer than earlier ones, the mousse had more time to soften and become even gooier. And the buttercream on top of the all-chocolate cakes was just waiting to do it's messy dance on my target.

Those cakes just, basically, exploded on contact. As I was looking at Vonni's face, I immediately saw the damage done to her features. Although she was still dripping liquid chocolate from all over her head, the bomb that detonated against the center of the most beautiful face in the world, immediately froze that. Her face was transformed into this surreal mosaic of semi-fluid/semi-gunk dark chocolate substance. To me, and probably every male viewer in that room, it was the most erotic thing ever seen.

And the back of her head where that blob of disgusting gunk obliterated the last strands of a beautiful hairstyle, in one brief instance, the view was just about as mesmerizing.

Well, that's $200 down the drain, as I though about Ivanna's trip to the beauty salon earlier in the day

And then, as everyone watched, I knelt in about two inches of mucky glop on the floor, leaned over and placed my face very carefully in front of Ivanna's. With a gentle caress from my hands, I wiped away the worst of the muck that was gluing her eyes shut, then licked away the rest.

"Ivanna," I said softly.

Coming to life, my fiancé slowly opened her eyes, blinking them to clear the residue. Looking at me, kneeling there, she smiled. And then I kissed her. And she kissed back.

That room exploded in a loud and rousing, standing ovation. No one was taking pictures, that would come later. Everyone was clapping as loudly as possible.

As we stood there, well, actually as Ivanna sat in that chair, and I knelt in front of her, a feeling of arousal swept over us. As my kisses became more passionate, she responded likewise.

Our little, okay, maybe not so little, crowd of followers were now watching our exhibition, barely breathing. Nobody was snapping photos anymore.

Finally, I opened my eyes. Ivanna opened hers. I smiled at her. Vonni's return grin was more than enough to send my heart soaring. I turned toward that last table, then looked back at my sweetheart.

"Shall we, darling?"

"Yes. Oh yes," she licked her chocolate covered lips, in anticipation. "Let's do it, darling."

I stopped, after one step, though, and turned, first to Ivanna, and then looking back, back to the previous table. The one with custard on it.

"Come Vonni," I said as I pulled her toward that fourth table. As we looked down at the mess left behind, I turned to the love of my life.

"Hey Vonni. You know how I hate to waste perfectly good chocolate," I said, eying those four pitchers of chocolate custard, "what do you say?"

It only took Ivanna one heartbeat to respond, "Yes. Do it!"

As my sweetheart stood there with the biggest smile I had ever seen, I picked up the first of those instruments of messy delight. And in the next breath, I started pouring it over her head.

Custard is thicker than chocolate sauce, so that stream of brown mucky mess really left an imprint on an already saturated Ivanna. But soon enough, that first pitcher was empty as the river of chocolate muck slowly maneuvered over her face and breasts before falling to the floor. And Ivanna became just that much more muckier.

As I picked up the next pitcher an idea came to me. Stepping up even closer to my future bride, I lightly grasped the neckline of Vonni's ruined Dolce & Gabbana dress, and then looking Ivanna in the eye, I gently whispered, "May I?"

As her eyes danced, Ivanna's lips mouthed the word, Yes!

More than a few gasps came from our audience of onlookers, as they perceived what I was about to do. But not from my Vonni. As I prepared to do the dastardly deed, my baby calmly roled her neck, arched her back, rounded her shoulders, and gave me the biggest shit-eating grin you have ever seen. And then, I started the pour.

As that slowly undulating river of brown muck cascaded down upon, around, and over Ivaana's beautiful breasts, she took in a sharp gasp as that cold flow played with the nerve endings on her nipples, engendering a sexual response akin to that which I had experienced a short time before. Finally, however, gravity could no longer hold back that torrent of mucky mess, and pretty soon, the chocolate was overflowing around Vonni's boobs, and the stream continued down her chest, over her flat belly and then down to where her panties had already been covered with previous amounts of dripping goo. Finally, just as a torrent rushes over the edge of the precipice, and forms a water fall, this round of liquid, too, fell as it raced off her hips and down her legs. It took almost a full minute, from the time the last drop of liquid chocolate exited that pitcher, until the final blobs of mucky mess finished flowing.

I looked down Ivanna's dress, at the mess left behind. And all I can say is, "Wow."

Picking up the third pitcher, I gently turned my betrothed so her back was to the crowd. Blocking their view, with my body, I slowly lifted the hem of Ivanna's dress to just level with her waist. I smiled, so gently, as I looked into Vonni's eyes, then looked down to where her brand-new fancy lace panties, already coated in grime, covered her most private parts. And then I looked back at her, a silent request for permission. And she understood.

Vonni didn't say a word, but the look of naughtiness that crossed her muck-covered face was all I needed. Then without another word, Ivanna took hold of her panties, with both hands, and pulled them out so there was plenty of room for the pour. Then with an almost hidden wink and a just barely perceived nod, Ivanna whispered, "Do It!"

Ivanna sucked in her breath, and shivered when that first stream of messy muck hit her treasured area, and I could commiserate with her, as I remembered my first encounter of the cold gunk on my prized jewels. Finally, and I took a full minute to empty that pitcher of chocolate custard into Vonni's panties, the pour ended when the last drop of gooey glop had finished its downward descent onto Vonni's most intimate parts.

When it was all done, Ivanna just stood there, gasping for breath, shivering, almost uncontrollably until I took her in my arms. Setting the empty pitcher down, I held Vonni against my chest, for warmth. I could feel her muck-covered breasts against my body, sexually-charged nipples poking into my skin almost as if they were miniature stilletos. And I'm sure she could feel my throbbing badge of manhood pressed against her belly. Then we kissed. Oh it was so sweet, so delightful, and once again, the mob behind us let out a rousing round of applause as they saw our love for each other unfold. Now the cameras came out again, and flashes by the dozens started going off, over and over.

And then, finally, there was that last pitcher of mess. As I picked up that final instrument of chocolate mess, I gently turned Vonni sideways to the audience. And then I stepped in close, real close, to the woman I loved more than life itself. Holding that pitcher high above Vonni's head, I guided her hand to where she, too, could grasp it. I don't know if she realized what was going to happen next, or if she just intuitively grasped what happened next, but as I started the pour, I kissed Ivanna, and held tight as her tongue darted halfway down my throat, all the while pouring that chocolate gunge over both of our faces. And the crowd exploded. in all my life, I have never heard a more lively audience than the one we had that night, at that point in time.

We stood there, long after the last drop of chocolate custard had flowed down over us. We kissed, and kissed, for, it seemed like forever. When that final drop of chocolate gunge hit the floor, we, at last, came up for air.

"I love you, Vonnie," I said as we embraced. "Me too," her eyes said it before Ivanna whispered those words into my ear.

And then, it was on to the last round.