Written by PML — 2011 — from WamLibrary
f/f, slime
Amy was a pretty girl; at least, that is what she kept telling everyone. She always wore some sort of pink whenever she was out and about, and always was ready to flirt with the next hot guy she saw. She never liked to think of herself as easy, but she always loved getting that guy back to hers so she could have her wicked ways with him. It was like a drug in many ways, but every new man inside her made her feel ever more happy with her life. She meet them in some bar or nightclub, give them a flash of her blue eyes, flick her bright blond hair and they’d be putty for her. So of course, when her mischievous ways led her to trying it on with a couple of married men, she found that hell hath no fury like women scorned.
It happened when she visited a local bar at the university she went to. Amy was dressed to the nines. Her strapless light pink dress barely covered some of her prized assets, although all things considered, that suited Amy perfectly. She followed her routine as normal, scanning the room for any sexy man to be drinking by themselves, or at the very least with just other guys. Finding her luck out, she decided to strike on two professional looking young men sat on a table in the corner. She bought a glass of wine from the bar, and moved in for the kill.
“I’m sorry, but do you happen have a map?” staring the one in the red shirt straight in the eyes.
“Erm, I suppose google always come up good. Strange request though. You do know which pub you’re in.”
“Again, I’m sorry, but I just got lost in your eyes, and I don’t know how I’m ever going to get back. Surely you could help me.”
“Oh.” The guy in the blue shirt had an amused expression on his face, while the red shirt guy just looked bewildered. Amy didn’t notice though as she leaned in closer.
“Yeah. All it takes is one sweet kiss.”
With that, she leaned in for the kiss. She grabbed the back of his neck and went in deep, expecting him to get over his shock and kiss her back. What she didn’t expect was to find herself being pulled off by two set of arms, which, although she was no expert, she would have to say were both feminine. They didn’t let go as she was dragged out of a nearby door, although she was able to see the two men stand up and follow her. She was thrown into a car, by which point Amy began to panic somewhat. She had only been trying to snag the guy, surely she wasn’t being kidnapped for flirting. A piece of cloth was wrapped around her head, and another tightly around her hands behind her back, as she was put on the bitch seat, in between two others, probably the ones who pulled her here in the first place. She tried screaming, but one of them covered her mouth.
“How dare you kiss my husband. I should just beat you up right now. You’re lucky Kelly needs a new guinea pig for her latest experiment, and all things considered, I think you’ll do quite nicely.”
‘Experiment? Guinea pig?’ Amy thought worriedly. ‘What the fuck?’
The car eventually reached its destination, wherever that may be. The two ladies pulled her out of the car, and guided her somewhere inside, although where she was she had no clue. She could hear some guys muttering behind her, although she couldn’t make it out. After a few minutes of blind walking, she found herself being pushed down into a inflatable chair, which Amy thought was slightly strange, but came to her senses quickly as her blindfold was ripped away from her face, and she looked up to see a clear door being shut in front of her.
Amy quickly took in her surroundings. She was sat in an enclosed clear plastic box, roughly about the size of a telephone box. Her seat was a pink inflatable chair, so at least some things looked good. Above her wasn’t so clear, but there was some sort of dark hole in the ceiling, although what that was for, Amy had no clue. Her hands were still tied firmly behind her, slightly uncomfortably now that she found herself sitting on her hands. Outside the glass room, she saw two women standing watching her, one with a look of pure rage, the other with a menacing sort of gleam in her eye. The angry lady was short petite figure, with shoulder length hair, with a slightly darker shade of blond than Amy’s bright version. The other girl was quite a bit taller, a bit fatter, and had long light red hair flowing down her back. As for the rest of the room, she couldn’t quite see much, seeing as a curtain had been drawn on either side of her, although there did seem to be a strange looking thing over the other side of the curtains.
The taller woman started talking, “Well, first of all, thank you ever so much for ruining our night out tonight, although I’m sure we might be able to salvage it somewhat. You see, Peter was quite bemused when you came on to him, and Emma wasn’t too keen to see some tart on her husband.” The blond one scoffed. “I’m sure the universal clue of a wedding ring on a man doesn’t apply to you. After all, we arrive at the pub, only to find you molesting poor Peter, but still, I digress. We have to find some suitable punishment for your sort, and I think this will probably do. Enjoy.” With that she nodded to someone behind Amy.
A few seconds of confusion for Amy were interrupted by the sound of something clicking above her. She looked up only to see thick blue gunk come flying at her. The gunge splattered all over Amy’s face, hitting Amy like a slap, but Amy didn’t care as she pulled her head down and screamed loudly. While she loved all the sex, what Amy hated above all else was getting messy. She even couldn’t handle it when it was raining, so to find herself under an onslaught of gooey stuff amounts to Amy’s worst nightmare. She squealed as the horrible gunge flowed down her face, beginning to scream again as she felt the gunk squirm down the back of lovely dress, now that she was leaning forward to avoid getting more gunge on her face. The splattering gunge meant all she could see was the blue goo coming down and splashing all over her designer pink heels. It wasn’t as if she could even deflect the gunge away, since her hands, which could feel the beginnings of a gunge pool, were stuck behind her. She whimpered as she felt the gunge slide down her bare shoulders.
The gunge seemed to be just trickling now, and Amy took the opportunity to just take stock of herself. She looked down to see the gunge pooling in the whole room, rising up and completely covering her shoes, which she could only assume were completely ruined. Her legs tingled at the slime and the front of her dress was a complete mess. The thick gunge felt heavy upon her skin, sticking to the bare areas and making her feel so uncomfortable. Amy didn’t even want to think about the state of her hair.
However she didn’t get such luxury as just when she was beginning to turn her thoughts to getting out, another wave of gunge plopped right onto her once beautiful hair, although now it had all sorts of gunk in there. She found herself crying and screaming at the sheer horror she was going through. She barely took note of the yellow gunge mixing with blue gunge she was already coated in, as she began to contemplate how many showers she would require just to feel clean again. In a fit of rage, which Amy thought to be much more than what that other blond girl had been showing earlier, she thrashed about, stamping her feet and waving her head about, despite the falling gunge being splashed around. She soon realised how unwise this was as she copped a faceful of yellow gunge, and began to splutter until she was able pull herself out of the line of fire, leaving the gunge to splatter all over the front of Amy’s dress, and she screamed murder as gooey slime slid down her cleavage. Unable to wipe the gunge out of her eyes, Amy just leaned back with her eyes shut, resting her head, and just prayed for her torture to end. She squirmed at how the rising levels of gunge was completely surrounding her legs, all the way up so that the gunge was riding up her dress. She knew her dress was ruined, but by this point, Amy thought the suffering was just too much to bear that she didn’t care about the resulting damage.
She didn’t bother to open her eyes when the sound of the rushing gunge stopped, not trusting that it won’t just start up again. She didn’t even move from her foetal position, with the gunge flowing around her bum and legs. There wasn’t a part of her body that Amy thought had escaped clean, such was the force of the falling gunge. The stuff tasted disgusting, smelt fairly strange, not to mention the way it just clung to her skin felt all wrong. She didn’t move as the gunge seemed to drain away beneath her, just sat there shaking. Amy did look up as she heard the door move though. Blinking a few times to get the gunge out of her eyes, she saw the two women stood there, reaching in towards her. She allowed them to pull her to her feet without much resistance, finding her spirit to have been well and truly messed up. When the redhead chopped off her bindings, the first thing Amy did was wipe away the gunk from her eyes, before seeing just how destroyed her hair was. To her immense sadness, she found her hair to have knotted with the gunge that was matting down the hair. Although she couldn’t see it, Amy guessed that she’d take a long time if she was to ever get it back to the bouncy blond self it was before her ordeal.
As the women started guiding her to the door, Amy patted down her dress, which now clung tightly to her body, which wasn’t so bad in some ways, but the fact that the dress will probably never be the same shade of pink again meant that Amy would have to depose of it. The uncomfortable way gunge squirmed around her dress simply summed up for Amy how bad the night had been. For wanting to hit on some guys, she had ended up going through a nightmare. As she was pushed out into the street, she stumbled as she started to get away, anywhere, somewhere where she could just feel sorry for herself.
“And stay away from my husband Bitch,” the blond girl shouted after Amy before shutting the door.
Amy just began to wonder where she was going to get herself together again.
Emma on the other hand turned to Kelly, “Well, that was fun. You sure we won’t get any complaints about the set up at the pub earlier?”
“Absolutely not. She had it coming, after all, how many people told us about who she was, what she had a reputation for, and what would be a suitable punishment. To be honest, I’m surprised she even kissed Peter, that just gave even more reason.”
“Yeah, that was quite annoying. Still, I believe Eddie also set up some of the other tanks, and they said not to expect them back until much later. Shall we?”