Written by PML — 2011 — from WamLibrary
f/f, m/f, slime
“That looks mighty thick Sophie, I’m not too sure that’ll go in the gunge tanks.”
“Huh… oh hi Emma. Yeah, I don’t know what’s wrong with it. I’ve had the stirrer going for a few minutes, and this is the result. I think it might have been mixed wrongly.”
Sophie looked slightly worn out, possibly because this wasn’t the only thing to go wrong for her today. Earlier, a car drove straight through a large puddle, right when she stood beside it. Then, once she made it to the shop (a little water couldn’t keep her down), they were out of the usual thickener she buys, so had to go for a cheaper alternative, something that may have led her to the problem she was having right now. And of course, Emma didn’t know that this was her third batch, all of which had come out just as thick and chunky as the current batch.
“You know, I’ll leave this for another time. I’m sorry but you won’t be able to use the car wash tomorrow. I’m really really sorry.”
Emma leaned back on the wall, hands in pockets. “It’s alright Soph, shit happens. Look, go have a lie down, take it easy, and you can make us up some more gunge tomor…whoa.”
As she was speaking, thin yellow gunge started spilling from the wall Emma was leaning on. Emma jolted away from the wall, not prepared for the slime, but that didn’t prevent the goo covering her left side, including her hair. Looking up, she could see there was a leak in one of the storage tanks (thankfully one of the smaller ones, so she grabbed a bucket from one side and placed it where it could gather the slime. Sophie meanwhile was freaking out, “Oh my god, are you alright?!”
Emma turned to Sophie, and went, “Hello, gunge fetishist here. Look Sophie, you clearly need to a chill pill, so go take a break. I’ll clean up here.” Sophie did as she was told, and left.
Emma took her mobile out from her pocket (which thankfully was on her right side, and so undamaged) and made a call with her clean hand.
“Hey Kel, it’s me…Yeah, I need you to come down to the mixing room… Sophie’s fine, just a little stressed, things ain’t been going good for her today, one of them days… Well one of the tanks is currently emptying itself into a bucket, as well as on me… Nah, although you should see the batches of gunge Sophie made… It’s not that bad. You remember that video with the page three model on Glamourgunge, the one with the blue gunge…Well I think Sophie’s accidently managed to make a few batches, possibly even chunkier than that… I like your thinking, maybe we can get her in the photo studio tomorrow. Anyway, I better grab a shower, I’ll meet ya back in the mixing room in five.”
Emma hung up, and headed off to a nearby shower.
The next morning, Sophie was just waking up from a deep slumber. After heading back to her room, she had taken a nap, and found herself looking out into the morning sun. There wasn’t anything in particular that she had to do today, so she drew herself a nice long bath, and allowed herself to rest. Once she was done, she headed to the kitchen, where she found her four employers, as well as friends, eating breakfast.
“Morning. The snow seems to have come down thick last night. Is the mud shoot going to survive?” Sophie absent-mindedly started pouring herself a coffee, not noticing how all four at the table were staring at her. She put the kettle down and lifted her mug to drink when she noticed the eerie silence in the room. “What?”
Emma exchanged a glance with Kelly, then spoke up. “Soph, we’ve got something to show you after breakfast. Finish your coffee, and we’ll come show you.”
They all finished off, before they guided Sophie through the mansion. They soon arrived at a room set aside as a studio. Kelly and Emma were busy reminiscing about the first time they’d used the Industrial Zone gunge tanks, right in this studio, before they were moved to a more permanent home in the gunge tank room (where the majority of these stories written by me are based). They also could see the signs of when they’d used this room last, with the A-Z tanks still left from where they’d been used about a month previously (although they had moved the tank with no fourth wall, political statement or joke on the voiceover man’s part seemed to have been overlooked). Right now though, the group of them were heading towards an area for photo shoots, where there was a chair, and three large tubs.
Sophie gasped when she saw the tubs. “Is that the stuff from yesterday?” When Emma nodded, Sophie smiled. She knew what was going on here. Peter had already grabbed his state of the art camera, while Eddie was at a computer, possibly making the same safety checks she was used to making for the girls. Sophie wondered whether the cock up of gunge would actually make for anything like a good gunging, but then she thought about how it would feel to use the extra thick gunge, and after all, it was her mistake, she might as well take the gunge (not the worse punishment in the world for someone like herself). “Ok, I’m in guys. What do you want me to do?”
Eddie finished fiddling with some settings and nodded to Kelly and Emma. “Well firstly Sophie, since you’ve agreed without hearing the full plan again, remind me at some point that it’s mine and Peter’s turn for the punishment. Now, what we want you to do is to recreate a scene we watched back in the day, where you strip for us, before sitting in this chair while Kelly and Emma serve you the gunge you happily created by mistake.” Sophie looked at the two girls, who cheekily waved at her, before stepping up to the chair.
“You ready to begin?”
At Peter’s nod, Sophie went for it. She sultrily pouted at the camera Peter was holding. Peter raised his eyebrows, and Sophie corpse, unable to stop laughing as she lifted up her t-shirt over her head. She kicked off her shoes, and then unbuttoned her jeans, revealing her sexy lingerie underneath. Sophie put a finger to her mouth, enjoying the chance to cut free from her normal routine. She fluffed up her brown hair, which sat gently on her shoulders, before putting her hands behind her back to unclip her bra. Sophie played with the camera, exposing her breasts slowly, constantly mimicking poses models make in strip scenes. She then dropped her knickers, picked them up to do a few twirls, before flinging them at Peter has he held the camera.
“Now Sophie, that’s not really very nice, is it? Maybe I should gunge you. Oh, and you might want to cross your legs, while I’m sure we don’t mind, the glamour models seem to keep a lid on that sort of thing, and it is what we’re trying to emulate.” Sophie blushed, and crossed her legs, although she also smiled. Eddie then showed her a quick line for her to say, and so she faced the camera (Eddie had now grabbed a camcorder), and spoke so innocently.
“I can’t believe I’m about to get gunged.”
With that, Sophie sat down on the chair, legs crossed as Kelly and Emma moved in.
Kelly bent over the first tub and took the jug hanging off the side. She scooped up some blue gunge and approached Sophie. She observed how the chunky the gunge was. Normally when the gunge is collected in a jug, it levels out like any liquid, but this gunge was so thick, the gunge wasn’t filling up the jug so fast. Kelly stuck the jug above Sophie’s chest and poured. The thick blue gunge seemed to come all at once, and before Sophie knew anything, the weight of the slime was upon her boobs, and she was laughing as the gunge plopped straight through the gap to land on her lap. There was one thing she noticed about the gunge that was unusual.
“Oh my god, that is freezing! Whatcha do? Leave it out in the snow?”
Kelly smiled. “Nah, we just used what you mixed up yesterday, although we may have forgotten to warm it up when we woke up.”
Kelly then backed away, clearly heading back for more gunge, but Sophie was distracted by Emma, who had arrived with a jug full of green gunge. Emma poured the gunge onto Sophie’s knee, or at least would’ve done had the thick gunge not mostly just slipped off and splatted on the floor. Of course, the girls were in hysterics, although Sophie moaned as Kelly added more blue gunge to her midrift, the jelly like gunge falling down into her lap almost as soon as it landed on her.
Both girls continued pouring gunge on Sophie in a similar fashion, trying to cover her body where they can. Sophie was playing with the slime already on her, including pushing the slime through the gap in her breasts. That said, she never tried to push any of the goo off her, allowing the thick gunk to accumulate in her lap and on her legs. On the ground, instead of the gunge coalescing into a pool, the splotches of blue and green gunge lay where they had fallen off Sophie. Sophie for her part was enjoying herself, making the odd joke, getting told off for flicking slime towards Emma and playing with the gunge, although not rubbing it away.
She then saw Emma come closer with a jug of red gunge, presumably from the third tub of gunge. She didn’t pay this much mind, lifting a little blue-green goo to watch it fall back down slowly. She shivered, parts of her skin still exposed, although since the gunge was so cold, that made little difference. Sophie then felt Emma start to pour the red gunge, right on her lovely hair. “EEEEE!!” As if the letter meant anything, she squealed the lumps of gunk sat on her hair briefly, before gravity took most of the stuff away. Sophie put her hands up to her hair, and although she couldn’t feel lots of gunk there, she could feel some gunge left behind.
After that, Sophie was free game. Kelly also poured some red onto her hair, but this time did it in such a way that the gunk fell forwards, sliding right over Sophie’s face. She allowed the gunk to slide down over her eyes, but threw her head forward as her nostrils were covered. She wiped away some of the mess and smiled widely, looking at the two ladies currently making a mess of her. She noticed a pile of the gunge just below her, and so decided to stick her heretofore clean feet right in, enjoying the squidginess between her toes.
Kelly and Emma kept the gunge coming, mixing the thick gunges and colours, but eventually, they ran out, although Sophie had been well and truly gunged by this point (although not fully covered). The thick gunge sat on Sophie, even though she made no attempt to shove the gunge away like many a model does (not a dig, just an observation). Having said that, Sophie was all smiles, certainly a change from the stress she had the day before.
Eddie grabbed a board to give Sophie some lines for the camera. Sophie sighed, but nodded, dislodging a little gunge in the process, then stood up and posed again for the camera.
“Hi, I’m Sophie, and you can see me gunged at… Really, has he agreed to this?”
“Erm, no, ok, maybe contact someone else, after all, your just our hot maid, not a glamour model. Ok, let’s try this.”
“Hi, I’m Sophie, and you can see me gunged at… I thought that was a story site, they show clips there too?”
“Er yeah, it started out as a clips website, then people started writing stories. I hear our exploits have ended up on there.”
“That might have been the voiceover man, who knows what that all seeing beast gets up to. Anyway, I’d have thought you’d have your own site to sell clips.”
“We don’t sell our clips, we just watch them back over and over. We’ve lots of other ways to make money. Anyway, let’s just go with this, shall we.”
Sophie sighed, then smiled.
“Hi, I’m Sophie, and you can see me gunged at Tellygunge.wordpress.com. Bit of a mouthful that addie.”
Peter grinned. “I guess the outtakes will make for quite a good video. Anyway, we need to get hold of our maid so she can clean up this mess.”
Sophie’s smile dropped, at least for a couple of seconds until she could tell Peter was joking. She then headed off to grab a shower (Eddie followed with the camera to get more ‘outtakes’).