"Oh, hi there! It's nice to see you. Don't get many visitors at my cabin. Who am I? Why my name is Westley Adrian Macguire and this is my home. Like I said its a nice place, but pretty hard to get to. How did you get here? You'er lost? Now if that don't beat all, first visitor I get in a while and you didn't even ment to be here. Well, just take a sit after your trek up here, and have one of those tarts. Actually that reminds me of a story that happened some time ago"
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"You have to do something Laura" said Cathy "that tart has tried flirting with almost every man in this town!"

"I know that, but that is not against the law, right commissioner?" said Laura "and that's Mayor to you."

"Well, Mayor, there has to be something you can do, and if you don't she's likely to try to go after another man, maybe be even yours."

"Ha! Like that would ever happen. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go home."

As Laura started to drive home, she knew that someone messing with her man would be unlikely to happen. Not many people dared to mess with her because of her mean streak. It was so bad half of the candidates running for mayor dropped out when she tossed her hat in the ring. Everyone knew of it ever since she had been laughed at by the cheerleaders in high school, but that is another story altogether.

Pulling to a stop at a red light, she glanced over at the cafe where her husband worked. What was once a full time bakery was quietly sold by the owner, after an exhausting divorce with her husband. One only has to guess who else was involved... Many had come to comfort the past owner knowing what she felt like, reinforcing the female population already immense dislike of her. Jack, her husband, had recently converted into a comforting hangout as the new manager. He also worked the outside bar from time to time if someone couldn't make their shift. Craving something sweet, she quickly parked and sneaked in the back using her spare key. She was about to turn the corner when she heard her husband and someone else.

"Come on, can't you give a little bit of something to a face this cute?"

"I told you no free handout, and you know I'm married so stop trying to drape yourself around me."

"Aw! Well, how bout you give me something and I give you a little something later?" cooed the voice dropping lower "Or are you just afraid of the big bad wolf's howl?"

"I'll have you know that I respect my wife and marriage, as does she. Now head out before you melt into a puddle."

Laura froze, listening to the conversation around the corner. It was her, Dawn, the one night wonder, the town rounder. Pretty face and highish status, she had inspired to do nothing, but lounge through life and enjoy what she thought was hers. She was willing to go for almost anyone she could use, no matter how high or low they were. Oh sure, there were a few on her no-go list for one reason or another, but it looked that she didn't even respect that. Her husband fended her off, but she still could come back. As Laura sneaked out the way she came, she past all the leftover inventory from the bakery and a sinister smile crept on her face. Oh, that tart will get her just deserts, that was for sure...

"Another day and a miss at that." Thought an unhappy Dawn as she pulled out of the parking lot. As her sulking over striking out clouded her mind, she did not notice she was speeding until the lights of a police bike snapped her back into reality as she pulled over.

"No problem, flirt, pout, and adjust the gir- crap!" thought Dawn as she saw the biker take off her helmet. It was a Cathy, no way to worm her way out.

"Hello, my I see your license and registration?" Dawn handed over it license hesitantly knowing it was expired. She had been warned about getting it renewed, but didn't feel like paying the renewal fee and there wasn't a guy working the desk last time she checked.

"I pulled you over for speeding miss, but I see that you're license is expired too."

"Yes, officer I had just realized that it had and was in a rush to get to the DMV to renew it."

Cathy looked over the top of her shades at Dawn "You do realize that it would take you quite a while considering that the DMV is in the other direction. Also your license expired a month ago and it shows that there have two previous warnings logged in by other officers about your license."

"Well they might have mentioned-"

"I'm sorry, but I think I'm going to have to impound your car until you can get this sorted out."

"No! You can't do that. Don't I just pay a fee or get off easier with a first offense?" Cathy was about to respond when her phone buzzed with a text message. She looked at the text, and looked back at Dawn.

"Wait here while I see what I can do." Cathy walked back to her bike dialing a number on her phone. The conversion seemed to go on for a bit, with Cathy glancing at Dawn's car every once in a while. After a few nods and a smile Cathy ended the call and walked back to the car.

"It seems like its your lucky day. Our our annual town fundraiser had a last minute drop out. That call was to ask if one of our officers could volunteer, but as we've been swamped I don't see why you can't help out instead. Call it community service"

"Me? Work for nothing. You have to be kidding me." Dawn said her face disgusted at just the thought.

"Well it's either that or I write up this ticket and impound your car."

While Dawn did not like the prospect of working she thought that if she wore something cute she could get someone else to do any hard work for her. Plus she might even be able to work on her tan.

"Fine what do I need to do?"

Dawn reported to courthouse the next day. She was told to look for the coordinator that handed out everyone's tasks for the day. Some were to preform or work vendor stalls around the town square.

"Hello Dawn, glad you are here. Today we are holding the annual mock trail and fundraiser for the town and your going to be our convict. The outfit is that orange jumpsuit." She said pointing to a pile of props and costumes. "You can get dressed in the side room and wait for you to be called into the courtroom."

"What! You think I am going wear that. If I'm going to be out here, I am going to look my best!" With that Dawn walked down the hall. The coordinator shook her head at the arrogance of the girl and stepped inside a side office where the mock judge was getting into her costume.

"You were right, she wanted to keep her clothes."

"Good" said Laura as she fixed her wig. "Everything is set, so let dish out some justice."

"I call this court to order" called out Laura. "Bring in the accused."

As Dawn walk into the false court, Laura saw that she had wore her "best" clothes. Four inch heels, tight denim skirt showing just a bit of her pink panties. Tight fitting lycra top showing a dark bra underneath. Heavily done makeup and hair. She was going to enjoy this.

"Dawn, you are accused of being a tart and a flirt. You have hurt others in your behaviors. Do have anything to say in your defense?" Dawn looking slightly uncomfortable, now with the charges hitting a bit to close to home. Looking over the crowd she saw many of those she had flirted with, or spouses of.

"Aren't I suppose to have a script to say, or at least a lawyer?" she asked wondering what she was suppose to do next.

"Your right, send in her lawyer." Turning to the entrance she saw Laura's husband walk in. She hardly had time to process what to make of this. If he kept up his hard to get routine it wouldn't be much fun to celebrate with her lawyer when she "won", but then again it might be fun having him defend her against his wife.

"You know what to say next. So do your stuff." Dawn said pushing him to the front.

Jack straightened his tie, and looking calmly at his wife. "Your honor, my client pleads guilty. Prosecute her to the fullest extent of the law." He gave a knowing wink and the walked out the way he came.

"That was a lawyer? That wasn't a lawyer, that was a setup!" Dawn screeched realizing that this was going wildly different from what she expecting it to be.

"Your out of order Dawn, and upon being found guilty of being a tart, I sentence you to be one. Bailiff take her outside." Lara said banging her gavel. Cathy walked up to the still screaming Dawn cuffing her hand behind her back. A bandana was also used to silence her. As she was dragged to the town square her arms and legs were freed only to be tied to two poles.

Laura started to talk as the crowd from the mock court filed out in wondering what her punishment was going to be. "In olden time some were tarred and feathered. Instead, you shall be slimed and fruited." She then pulled a sheet off a near by table revealing many buckets. Picking up one, she slowly waltzed over to Dawn smiling as she saw the beads of sweat starting to form on her head.

"I have heard you like to keep your pickup's "assets" next to your trunk. Well, I think that we should start in a way your most comfortable with. This warm cherry filling should mimic that very nicely. Walking around the pulled Dawn's skirt and panties away from her body and poured. Dawn's muffled screams greatly increased as the filling worked its way down her backside. Slapping Dawn on the butt, Laura walked back and picked up another bucket, this one filled with old applesauce and repeated the process with the front of Dawn's panties.

"Now don't think I am going have all the fun myself. This is an open event and interacting is half the fun. Cathy, I think your next in line."Dawn eyes darted around looking for the next of her tormentors, but upon not seeing her relaxed thinking she got a break.

"You think I would miss any part of this,' said Cathy's chilling voice from right behind her ear 'I got my wounds from you too." "Attendees," she called out to the crowd "a tart is not just the filling. There is also the cream on the top, or in this case in the top. Dawn saw Cathy's arms wrap around her torso each armed with two nozzles. These were tucked into her top, stopping inside her bra. With a rapid whoosh, whipped cream filled her curves and then expanded out into her top as her bra was filled with capacity. Eventually the cream stopped and the cans were removed, leaving Dawn's breast looking like an inflatable doll's. Laura walked back to Dawn and removed her shoes.

'Now you may be serving your sentence, but we aren't caring. With shoes like that your feet must be killing you. Here let me slip these on, they're probably more cushy." Two tarts were produced and tied two her feet making sure that they wouldn't leave. "Now we move to the main event' said Cathy 'Untie her and follow me." As Dawn's was untied from the pole and lead to her next humiliating task, she struggled to kick the tars off her feet, while each step she took produced a squishing sound.

"Now ladies and gentlemen, I promised that we would slime and fruit this criminal, but there is one last method of punishment that was used before our times. Behold the stocks!" As Dawn's head, arms, and feet were locked in place, each person in line donated what they wanted and were given either a bucket or some tarts. The first person walked up with her bucket in hand and Dawn looked up to see the face of the baker whose marriage she ended.

"Eat treacle, tramp" was all she heard before the bucket was tipped over her head muting her senses. The next bucket was poured over her legs, and the owner also flipped her skirt and grabbed her panties, pulling them into a wedgie leaving a nice target as the next person firmly planted their tarts on to her exposed cheeks. Her eyes were cleared, only to be sandwiched in the face with two tarts from a little boy. Waves after waves of treacle and tart covered her body until the line final ended. Cathy and Laura stood over her each holding a bag.

"Only one last ingredient left, you have to have a crust." They each upended their bags of flour, colored with yellow food coloring, over her sticking to her treacle body. "Now to let bake for six hours." Hanging a sign over her head reading "Name: Dawn, Crime: Being a tart" they walked away leaving her to sticky self.


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"They done say that you could here her feet squish as she ran her way out of town. Never seen again, and never touched another women's man. Well, you probably heard enough out this old coot. Let me get those directions for you and you can be on your way and feel free to take some of those tarts for the trip back, mind you just don't be taken anything that's not your. Nothing ever good happens to those with sticky fingers.

Author's note: Just posting since Wamstory was taken down.