The Messy Mansion - Chapter 24: The Olympics (part 3)

Written by WLG — 2022 — from UMD.net

Lunch break was short, I saw the Bartons were impatient to start their game.
After lunch, after a short discussion with Lord Robinson and Lady O'Neill about this morning's games, I joined the Bartons in the garden.

"Hello Emma and welcome to our challenge.
For this game, you will compete against my wife and I will be the referee. You will see, there is no way to cheat!"
Two big buckets were installed on the floor, they were filled with dark chocolate batter.

"Let me explain the rules. Our game will be 'bobbing for chips'.
We have hidden ten poker chips in these buckets, you will have two minutes to find them and drop them outside the bucket. Of course, you will not be authorized to use your hands!
The winner will be the girl who would have found the most chips."
"There is also a special thing..." added Lady Barton. "We decided to add an extra part to our challenge. It will not change the final result, the girl who will have the most chips will win but each chip will give you the possibility to roll a dice. Based on the number you will do, you will have a forfeit for your opponent... or yourself!"
"That sounds fair and fun! Let's start, Lady Barton!"

We both kneeled in front of our bucket, our head above the dark substance.
"Are you ready? Go!"
Without losing a second, I dunked my head in the batter. The thick liquid immediately covered me up to my breasts.
In the bottom of the bucket, I was trying to feel something with my nose. I detected something and caught it with my mouth. I resurfaced and spat the chip.
"First one for Emma, well done!"
I took a deep breath and resubmerged my head in the batter. To be honest, head dunking was something I was really loving at the Mansion. The silence below the surface, the feeling when the mess filled my mouth and the weight added to my saturated hair was a new turn on for me. I was not able to say that having a head dunking in mud was better than chocolate... Of course, the texture was very different and I would say both had their advantages. Mud was thicker and could have different textures: smooth or granular, chocolate was more fluid and, of course, sweet.

I already had my third chip. When resurfacing, I cleared my eyes to see how many chips Lady Barton had. She also had three.
Lord Barton came behind me
"No time to check what she is doing, go back under!" he put his hand on my head and pushed it back into the batter.
I don't know if it was his "motivation words" which helped me but when the countdown stopped, I had managed to find five chips.

Lady Barton and I stood up, covered with chocolate at least up to our stomach.
"Now, the result Ladies! Emma, how many chips have you got?"
"Five"
"And you honey?"
"I've four..."
"That means you've won Emma! Congratulations! Now, it's time for the second phase, I will ask you to roll this 12 faced dice based on the number of chips you've found. Emma, you have five rolls"
"4-12-3-10-2"
"Your turn honey, four times"
"9-1-6-1"

"Great... Now, it's time to see what each number means. You will find it on this board.
I approached the board are read the forfeit:

1- Your opponent get pied
2- Your opponent get a pie sandwich
3- Your opponent get a chocolate syrup shampoo
4- You get pied by your opponent
5- Your opponent get a bottom pie
6- Your opponent get her head dunk in custard
7- Your opponent get her panties filled with pancake batter
8 - Your opponent get a bottle of oil poured over her
9- You have to give yourself a pie sandwich
10- You have to smash a pie in your own face
11- Your opponent get a honey bucket over her
12- You get a pie sandwich from your opponent

"Emma, you will start... It seems you had some bad rolls... Anyway, start with number 4: you get pied by your opponent."
Lady Barton took one of the pies which were on the trolley, she took time to choose the heavier and bigger one. When her choice was done, she approached me and, holding my head with her second hand, smashed the pie in my face. The whipped cream completely covered my face and a lot of cream fell on my breast.
"Well done! Now, the second roll: 12. This one is also for you Emma, this time you will have a pie sandwich.
Lady Barton once again went to the trolley and chose two pies. One was filled with chocolate cream, the second with yellow cream.
"These colors will create a nice rendering! Ready Emma?"
I gave her my acknowledgement and she engulfed my head between these two pies.
After the shock of the pie sandwich, she started to turn the pies around my head to completely cover it.

"That is a nice combination of colors! Next forfeit: 3. It's time for chocolate shampoo."
I knew the Bartons were enjoying messy hair. I decided to make an effort on giving a nice shampoo to Lady Barton.
She installed herself, her head back. Then I emptied three bottles of dark chocolate syrup over her hair. I took time to massage it in her hair covering every centimeter of it with another kind of chocolate than the bucket. Lady Barton was moaning when I added another bottle and shampooed it deep in her roots.
"That was really nice, thank you Emma. What is the next forfeit?"
"Number 10, this time it's a self pie... I was really unlucky!"
"Would you like me to choose the pie for you?"
"With pleasure!"
She came back with a pie filled with white cream.
"Wait a second, I want to add a little something on top."
She took her hair in her hands and wrung it to add a chocolate layer on my pie.
"You see, it's better like that."
I took the pie in my hands and smashed it on my face, I spread the remaining crust on my neck and shoulders.

"Last one Emma, number 2, pie sandwich for your opponent."
I took two big pies and returned the flavour to Lady Barton, covering her the same way she had done on me before.

"OK, next are Lady's Barton rolls: 9, self pie sandwich"
She took two more pies and splashed them on both sides of her head, covering it heavily and rubbing the mess in her hair too.
"Your last three rolls are for Emma too... 1, 6 and 1: a pie, a dunk in custard and another pie. I propose you do the three in a row, OK?
"That's fine for me!"
Lady Barton brought a bucket of yellow custard and two big pies. She stood behind me while I was on my knees. She took the first pie and pressed it against my face. When the crust was totally destroyed, she grabbed my hair and dunked me in the custard. She kept the pressure on for about 10 seconds and resurfaced me.
Finally, she took her last pie and smashed it over my head for a pie hat. She smeared it well and gave me a pie shampoo with the pie she just added.

"You've been a good player Emma. Congratulations for your win!"
"I've been lucky with the chips but not with the dice... I may not bet my money on craps soon!"

** Writer's note: trust me or not, the dice rolls were real. I may have found a dice which really wanted to see Emma get messy!