Carla Conner, Leanne has her time (Alison King)
Carla Conner was the manager at Underworld. She was sometimes a good boss. At other times she was not. Her staff liked her most of the time, although she could be a real witch when she needed to be. The time of the year rolled around when people did fundraising for worthy causes across the country. A team meeting was held at the factory and it was decided that the workers would be raising money for the charity. Much to Carla’s chagrin, it was suggested that, as an added incentive, if they raised £500, they would get to gunge their boss, ie Carla. Carla was not that happy about this. She agreed because the total seemed quite high and she hoped that they would not be able to raise that much. If they did, then they deserved a treat. Unfortunately for Carla, it would come at her expense. Little did Carla know that her long time love rival Leanne caught wind of this. She decided that she would be willing to make any donation necessary in order to ensure that Carla got what she, in Leanne’s mind, had coming to her.
Leanne spoke to some of the workers at the factory. They agreed that if she gave a certain donation, that she would get the honour of administering the mess to Carla herself. She had fantasized about humiliating Carla for years. This was going to be the prefect opportunity. She dreamed bout all of the things she was going to get to do to Carla. Publicly humiliating Carla was something that was worth any amount of money. Carla had no idea of Leanne’s involvement either. She was aware of the danger of the mess, but everyone agreed to keep the rest a secret. Carla was going to be shocked.
When the big day finally arrived, a pillory was set up on the factory floor “just in case”. When Carla came into work she looked at it. She took a deep breath. “What had she let herself in for?,” she thought. She did not even know yet about the extent of what was going to happen. Carla wore a shiny deep red button down top, a black skirt and a pair of high heels. She was already feeling pretty uncomfortable. She tried to avid seeing anyone for the first part of the day. She did not want to hear their teasing. She spent most of the time by herself in her office. Finally around noon, the knock came. “Mrs. Conner, it’s time,” she was told. She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath. She stood up and made the walk of shame.
Everyone was already gathered around the pillory. They cheered her as she entered. “Ok, everyone time for the moment that we have all been waiting for. Time to see how much money we managed to raise and to see what the fate of Mrs. Conner is going to be,” Hayley said. “I can reveal that we have managed to raise.” she paused for effect. “ A grand total of…£1,051.” Everyone clapped and cheered, apart from Carla of course. She gave a muted clap. “So, we know what the deal was. If we managed to raise over £500 it would be messy time for our esteemed boss. It is now time for her to fulfil her part of the deal, Mrs. Conner.”
“Yeah, well done everyone. Everyone did great. Much to my chagrin,” she said. She was clearly dejected. Hayley and Sean accompanied her over to the pillory. Other staff members lifted the top. “ Come on Mrs. Conner, time to make yourself comfortable,” they said. She glared at them. She walked over and bent over. She positioned her hair. Her body bent over. Her backside high in the air. The top was then lowered and secured. Everyone cheered. “ Don’t be surprised if you are all working overtime next week,” she teased. “It’s worth it,” some of the staff shouted.
“Now, Mrs. Conner does not know this , but we have a special guest here with us to do the honours for us.” “Special guest? What?,” Carla blubbered. “Yes, we have the lovely , Leanne.” Leanne sauntered out with an ear to ear grin on her face. She walked up in front of Carla’s face. She waived to her rival. “Hiya, Carla. This is going to be so much fun. I donated quite a bit of money, just to get the chance to do this. I am going to love every second of this. I am going to love watching you squirm,” she whispered. “Umm, Leanne, can we talk about this. Please,” she tried to say. “You deserve this. I have wanted to do something like this for a long time,” Leanne said, “ Right now, I own you Carla. I am going to humiliate you as much as I can.” “Leanne, please,” she begged. She struggled in a vain attempt to free herself. “Escape is impossible,” Leanne said. She took the key out and waived it in Carla’s face. She then took the key and placed it between her breasts. “You are in there as long as I say you are,” she said. “You bitch,” Carla said. “Now, now Carla,” Leanne said in a condescending voice. “ I think you better be as nice to me as possible. I am in total control here. Hey everybody, who wants to see Carla get dirty.” Everyone cheered their approval. Carla knew that there was no escape for her. Leanne was going to get to humiliate her in front of the whole factory.
“Now, I think for a start, we will make Carla here very happy,” Leanne said,” As we all know, Carla here is a bit of an old sad drunk. We all know how she feels about wine don’t we? So, we have for her a lovely bottle of wine.” Leanne took a bottle of red wine and displayed it for all to see. She then leaned over and placed it right in front of Carla’s face. “Look at that Carla. I think that you are going to be having a few drinks to try and forget tonight later on,” she said, mocking Carla, “ I hope you choke on it,” Leanne said bitterly.
She popped the cork from the bottle and shook it up a bit. She then poured the win down onto Carla’s back, soaking her shirt completely. As well as her skirt. She poured it over Carla’s back. The muscles in her body contracting. She shivered and shook at the coldness of the wine. The wine itself stunk pretty bad. It must have been very cheap wine. When the wine bottle was almost empty, Leanne moved herself over to Carla’s head. She held the bottle over her head. “Here you go Carla, your favourite. It looks like it was a very good year for it as well.” She took one hand and grabbed Carla by the chin. “ Drink up,” she mocked. She turned the bottle over on top of Carla’s head. The wine poured over the top of her head and down her face. Carla sputtered and choked as the ice cold wine poured down her face. She gasped for breath as the wine poured over her face. Leanne then used her hand to force Carla’s mouth open. Wine began to pour into Carla’s mouth. She stuck her tongue out. Some of the wine went in her mouth, some poured down her chin. Leanne then poured the last of it over Carla’s head. Wine dripped down her chin and the back of her legs. Leanne held the wine bottle and bowed to the delight of the factory workers. Carla’s hair was half wet with wine. Her clothes stained with the red wine. She was soaked. She looked like a drowned rat. Already dishevelled.
The workers knew that this was only the beginning. The wine was just for added insult. There was tons of mess that had been collected for their boss that they were going to see get poured over her. “Ok everyone, I thin k we will start with an old favourite. A lovely cream pie. I have always wanted to pie Carla,” Leanne said. Leanne produced a massive coconut cream pie. She displayed it on one hand for everyone to see. The workers cheered. Again she placed it in front of Carla’s face. She whispered to Carla. “Carla, I can’t stand you. You interfered in my life and my relationship. Now you are going to pay. Prepare to be pied,” she said. Carla had not done anything wrong really, but Leanne was a jealous, sometimes irrational person. She was going to take out all of her frustration on Carla. The workers by this time were chanting the word pie over and over again. Leanne held the pie inches from Carla’s face.
She didn’t pie her straight away. She acted as if she was about to pie her several times, getting enjoyment out of watching Carla flinch and squirm. She laughed maniacally. “Eat pie,” she then said. Before Carla could react, Leanne pushed the pie into her face with as much force as she could possibly generate. The pie smashed into Carla’s face with a crack. Carla could feel Leanne’s hand on the other side of the pie tin twisting the pie around in her face. Leanne was getting great enjoyment in owning Carla like this. The idea that she was pieing Carla in the face was as good as sex. The feeling of administering humiliation to Carla in this way was almost arousing for her. She took no mercy on Carla at all. She twisted the pie around as hard as she could. Finally she let go. She left the pie tin on top of Carla’s head. It stayed in place for a moment before falling onto the floor. Carla’s face was plastered in pie. The coconut cream pie filling and whipped cream covered her distinctive facial features, but also conformed to them. Her entire face was covered in pie. Her high cheek bones and nose were covered in a layer of cream. Some large globs of cream stuck to the area around her right eye brow as well as the top of her lip. Everyone cheered and laughed at her. Carla gasped for breath. Some pf the pie fell from her mouth. Her mouth was even packed with pie. Her dark hair was also streaked with creamy pie.
“What’s the matter Carla, you look a bit hot under the collar,” Leanne said. She then walked over to her. No one knew what she was going to do next. She smiled and looked evilly down on Carla. She then put her hand on her back and leaned over. She then, without warning, grabbed the front of Carla’s shirt with both hands. She then, as hard as she could ripped her hands apart. She ripped Carla’s shirt open. The buttons flew off in all directions. Carla’s expensive shirt was ruined. Her buttons lay all over the floor. Carla’s white bra which held her modest breasts was revealed. Her tattered, destroyed shirt still hung in tatters from her arms. She then went around behind. She put her hands at the small of Carla’s back. She grabbed either side of Carla’s skirt. She then pulled downwards and sideways. She pulled with such force that she destroyed the zipper in the skirt. She then pushed the skirt down Carla’s legs to her ankles. She left the skirt there at Carla’s feet. As she walked in the other direction, she gave Carla one firm spank on her rear end. Carla was wearing white French cut underwear that matched the bra. Everyone was treated to a nice view of Carla’s older yet incredibly well put together figure. She shivered in the cold. Of course her underwear was stained from the red wine as well. Already, she was half naked in the stocks, dripping in wine, ripped clothes hanging from her body, her face plastered with pie and she knew that this was only the beginning. “Hey everybody, now that I get an up close look, it appears that Carla has had some work done.” Leanne alluded to the fact that Carla had had plastic surgery in the past. Carla was older than Leanne and Leanne was playing on the fact that she was younger than Carla.
“Well, that was fun, but we have not even begun yet. It is about to get a whole lot sloppier for your boss here,” Leanne gloated. “It think maybe some cottage pie would hit the spot,” she said, to everyone’s applause. Leanne produced a huge contained filled with leftover shepherd’s pie. The container must have held gallons and gallons of the stuff. Minced lamb, gravy, peas and carrots, mashed potato and cheese all stuffed together in one plastic casserole dish. Carla looked up. Leanne placed the container in front of her face. “I know you like it Carla. Time for some yummy shepherd’s pie,” she teased in baby voice. “ No, Leanne, please.. Don’t do this,” Carla pleaded. “Sorry,” Leanne said, beaming with an enormous grin. She took the container and brought it up to Carla’s face first. She smiled. “Bo appetite,” she said, mocking Carla. She pushed the container into Carla’s face. She held it in place for a moment. She pulled it away. Carla’s face was a mask of mince and gravy. Her entire face was covered in it. She could feel the clammy cold meat against her face. She screwed up her face. Leanne than took the container and poured more of the shepherd’s pie down onto Carla’s have clothed body. Carla gasped as her sexy figure was covered in the lumpy, meaty dish. Leanne took her time pouring the mess as evenly as she could up and down Carla’s taught body. Her muscles contracted as she felt shepherd’s pie on her back, stomach, backside and legs. It rolled everywhere. It dripped from her face, breasts and down her legs. Leanne then scooped out the last blob of mash with her hand and plopped it down on Carla’s back. Leanne rubbed it around Carla’s gravy drenched back and stomach with her bare hand.
Leanne then walked over and grabbed the next item. It was egg salad. It was lumpy and very yellow in disgusting yellow liquid. It smelled nauseating, as rotten eggs often do. “ewww, something stinks. It must be Carla, I think,” Leanne said. She took a handful of the egg salad. She pulled open Carla’s underwear and dropped a handful in. She then snapped them shut again. Carla squealed as she felt egg salad against her ass crack and pussy. Her panties bulged. Egg salad escaped along her thighs. Leanne then took another handful. She thrust it into Carla’s face as hard as she could. Carla gagged and sputtered as she came face first with the putrid egg salad. Some of it went in her nose and mouth. It truly stank. Leanne then took the container and sprinkled the remainder of the egg salad up and down Carla’s body. Bit of it hung from her modest breasts and clung to her legs. Carla’s knees shook. There was still more to come though for her.
Leanne now grabbed a bucket of mushy peas. Carla gave a strained expression, fidgeting in the pillory as she was about to face the thick green slop. Leanne flicked her hair. She looked relaxed and at ease, she enjoyed humiliating Carla and was going to take her time, prolonging Carla’s agony as much as she possibly could. “The peas have it,” she said. Carla scowled beneath the mess that covered the majority of her face. Leanne stood over Carla and slowly tipped the mushy peas down Carla’s tight body. She aimed the mushy peas onto Carla’s back. They poured onto her body and dripped down her breasts. Her bra and boobs were covered in mushy green mess. Leanne then poured more down the length of Carla’s body, down over her behind and down the backs of her legs. The green mess soon coated the top half of Carla’s body. The little clothing that Carla had left was soaked in thick green mess. Leanne then poured what was left straight down onto Carla’s head. The sloppy mess poured down Carla’s face and over her dark hair. Her whole body was covered in thick green mess.
Leanne then grabbed a large tin of sardines. She walked over to Carla with a sarcastic smile. She took her fingers and began to remove sardines individually, one by one. She then began to “decorate” Carla with the sardines. She began to place them all over Carla in strategic places. She placed one on top of Carla’s head. She then placed one on each of Carla’s cheeks, sticking them to her face. She placed one on her nose. She put another one underneath her nose and above her lip. It looked like a bizarre moustache. Leanne then placed two in each of Carla’s armpits. She stuffed two or three into Carla’s bar. She placed one at the back of each of Carla’s knees. She stuffed two or three more down the back of Carla’s underwear and placed another on the outside mirroring her butt crack. She took two more and placed them between the tops of Carla’s legs. The rest she placed on Carla’s back and legs, all scattered. The final two sardines, she placed in Carla’s mouth. She made them face diagonally and were placed on either side of her mouth, hanging downwards. This made her look a bit like a seal. She then took the brine that was left in the tin and poured it over Carla. Bits of discarded fish lay in it as well. She poured it over Carla’s head, giving her a mouthful of the foul liquid. Many of the sardines fell away in time from Carla’s body.
Leanne then picked up a large bucket of lentil soup. It was thick and brown. It was filled with lentils and other vegetables It looked very sloppy. It was old and cold. It looked as though it were someone’s leftovers. Leanne looked out at the factor workers and gave a satisfied wink. She turned the bucket over and began to pour the disgusting soup onto Carla. She took great pleasure in dumping it onto Carla’s already filthy body. It made a disgusting plopping noise as it exited the bucket and landed on the helpless factory boss. Carla let out a moan as she felt the sloppy mess pouring onto her body. It slithered down her body in all directions. It was almost like a curry. Her muscles spasmed and her body wiggled as she felt the soup all over body. Carla gave a disgusted look and stuck her tongue out as the lentil soup poured over the sides of her and then down the front of her face. There was lentils and chickpeas everywhere in the thick brown mess. Her hair was covered as was her body. She could feel it all over her body.
Finally, Leanne grabbed a tube of toothpaste. “Time to freshen up,” Leanne teased,” It looks like those big ugly teeth of yours could use it.” Carla could have screamed, but she knew that she was locked in place and was completely at Leanne’s mercy. She bit her lip and did not say anything, because she thought that if she did , it would just make things worse. Leanne again leaned over. She smiled in Carla’s face. She then began to write on Carla using the toothpaste. She slowly squeezed the toothpaste out onto Carla’s back. Carla did not know it but she was spelling out the word slut on her. She then drew squiggly lines down Carla’s legs. Finally she went to her face. She used the aquamarine tooth paste to draw on Carla’s face. She made glasses, funny lips and moustache on Carla’s face. She also made big teeth on her face. Finally, she poured the rest straight down on Carla’s head making a sort of hat. Leanne smiled and bowed. She posed with Carla. She leaned over. “Hey Carla, I think you got a little something on ya,” she joked.
She then skipped off. The factory workers each got a chance to pose with their disgraced boss. Finally, they were going to set her free, but the realized that Leanne still had the key. Someone had to go and fetch her back. Leanne returned and held the key in her hand. She wiggled it in Carla’s face. “ Looking for this. Come on Carla beg me for it.” “Please Leanne, please let me out,” Carla said, biting her lip. “Not good enough, tell me that are a sloppy old dog.” Carla hesitated. “Come on now, if you want the key.” Carla took a deep breath and blurted it out. “That’s better, here you go,” Leanne said. She tossed the key in the air and left. The factory workers picked it up and freed Carla.
Carla pushed her body out of the pillory. She stretched her body and wiped some of the mess away from her face and body. More photos were taken. No one said a word. Carla exited the factory and had to walk home in the state that she was, totally dishevelled, clothes hanging off her, covered in mess. She walked as fast as she could. Some of her neighbours saw her, but she did not stop for a second. She finally got home and went right for the shower.
Larger than life photos of Carla on the day were placed in the Rovers over the bar and in the factory. Carla did not speak to anyone about it. Everyone was to afraid to mention it, except for Leanne of course. Leanne made sure the pictures made the local papers. Carla got a lot of comments from colleagues that she worked with on deals. She never forgot the total humiliation that she underwent at Leanne’s hands.
Carla Conner was the manager at Underworld. She was sometimes a good boss. At other times she was not. Her staff liked her most of the time, although she could be a real witch when she needed to be. The time of the year rolled around when people did fundraising for worthy causes across the country. A team meeting was held at the factory and it was decided that the workers would be raising money for the charity. Much to Carla’s chagrin, it was suggested that, as an added incentive, if they raised £500, they would get to gunge their boss, ie Carla. Carla was not that happy about this. She agreed because the total seemed quite high and she hoped that they would not be able to raise that much. If they did, then they deserved a treat. Unfortunately for Carla, it would come at her expense. Little did Carla know that her long time love rival Leanne caught wind of this. She decided that she would be willing to make any donation necessary in order to ensure that Carla got what she, in Leanne’s mind, had coming to her.
Leanne spoke to some of the workers at the factory. They agreed that if she gave a certain donation, that she would get the honour of administering the mess to Carla herself. She had fantasized about humiliating Carla for years. This was going to be the prefect opportunity. She dreamed bout all of the things she was going to get to do to Carla. Publicly humiliating Carla was something that was worth any amount of money. Carla had no idea of Leanne’s involvement either. She was aware of the danger of the mess, but everyone agreed to keep the rest a secret. Carla was going to be shocked.
When the big day finally arrived, a pillory was set up on the factory floor “just in case”. When Carla came into work she looked at it. She took a deep breath. “What had she let herself in for?,” she thought. She did not even know yet about the extent of what was going to happen. Carla wore a shiny deep red button down top, a black skirt and a pair of high heels. She was already feeling pretty uncomfortable. She tried to avid seeing anyone for the first part of the day. She did not want to hear their teasing. She spent most of the time by herself in her office. Finally around noon, the knock came. “Mrs. Conner, it’s time,” she was told. She rolled her eyes and took a deep breath. She stood up and made the walk of shame.
Everyone was already gathered around the pillory. They cheered her as she entered. “Ok, everyone time for the moment that we have all been waiting for. Time to see how much money we managed to raise and to see what the fate of Mrs. Conner is going to be,” Hayley said. “I can reveal that we have managed to raise.” she paused for effect. “ A grand total of…£1,051.” Everyone clapped and cheered, apart from Carla of course. She gave a muted clap. “So, we know what the deal was. If we managed to raise over £500 it would be messy time for our esteemed boss. It is now time for her to fulfil her part of the deal, Mrs. Conner.”
“Yeah, well done everyone. Everyone did great. Much to my chagrin,” she said. She was clearly dejected. Hayley and Sean accompanied her over to the pillory. Other staff members lifted the top. “ Come on Mrs. Conner, time to make yourself comfortable,” they said. She glared at them. She walked over and bent over. She positioned her hair. Her body bent over. Her backside high in the air. The top was then lowered and secured. Everyone cheered. “ Don’t be surprised if you are all working overtime next week,” she teased. “It’s worth it,” some of the staff shouted.
“Now, Mrs. Conner does not know this , but we have a special guest here with us to do the honours for us.” “Special guest? What?,” Carla blubbered. “Yes, we have the lovely , Leanne.” Leanne sauntered out with an ear to ear grin on her face. She walked up in front of Carla’s face. She waived to her rival. “Hiya, Carla. This is going to be so much fun. I donated quite a bit of money, just to get the chance to do this. I am going to love every second of this. I am going to love watching you squirm,” she whispered. “Umm, Leanne, can we talk about this. Please,” she tried to say. “You deserve this. I have wanted to do something like this for a long time,” Leanne said, “ Right now, I own you Carla. I am going to humiliate you as much as I can.” “Leanne, please,” she begged. She struggled in a vain attempt to free herself. “Escape is impossible,” Leanne said. She took the key out and waived it in Carla’s face. She then took the key and placed it between her breasts. “You are in there as long as I say you are,” she said. “You bitch,” Carla said. “Now, now Carla,” Leanne said in a condescending voice. “ I think you better be as nice to me as possible. I am in total control here. Hey everybody, who wants to see Carla get dirty.” Everyone cheered their approval. Carla knew that there was no escape for her. Leanne was going to get to humiliate her in front of the whole factory.
“Now, I think for a start, we will make Carla here very happy,” Leanne said,” As we all know, Carla here is a bit of an old sad drunk. We all know how she feels about wine don’t we? So, we have for her a lovely bottle of wine.” Leanne took a bottle of red wine and displayed it for all to see. She then leaned over and placed it right in front of Carla’s face. “Look at that Carla. I think that you are going to be having a few drinks to try and forget tonight later on,” she said, mocking Carla, “ I hope you choke on it,” Leanne said bitterly.
She popped the cork from the bottle and shook it up a bit. She then poured the win down onto Carla’s back, soaking her shirt completely. As well as her skirt. She poured it over Carla’s back. The muscles in her body contracting. She shivered and shook at the coldness of the wine. The wine itself stunk pretty bad. It must have been very cheap wine. When the wine bottle was almost empty, Leanne moved herself over to Carla’s head. She held the bottle over her head. “Here you go Carla, your favourite. It looks like it was a very good year for it as well.” She took one hand and grabbed Carla by the chin. “ Drink up,” she mocked. She turned the bottle over on top of Carla’s head. The wine poured over the top of her head and down her face. Carla sputtered and choked as the ice cold wine poured down her face. She gasped for breath as the wine poured over her face. Leanne then used her hand to force Carla’s mouth open. Wine began to pour into Carla’s mouth. She stuck her tongue out. Some of the wine went in her mouth, some poured down her chin. Leanne then poured the last of it over Carla’s head. Wine dripped down her chin and the back of her legs. Leanne held the wine bottle and bowed to the delight of the factory workers. Carla’s hair was half wet with wine. Her clothes stained with the red wine. She was soaked. She looked like a drowned rat. Already dishevelled.
The workers knew that this was only the beginning. The wine was just for added insult. There was tons of mess that had been collected for their boss that they were going to see get poured over her. “Ok everyone, I thin k we will start with an old favourite. A lovely cream pie. I have always wanted to pie Carla,” Leanne said. Leanne produced a massive coconut cream pie. She displayed it on one hand for everyone to see. The workers cheered. Again she placed it in front of Carla’s face. She whispered to Carla. “Carla, I can’t stand you. You interfered in my life and my relationship. Now you are going to pay. Prepare to be pied,” she said. Carla had not done anything wrong really, but Leanne was a jealous, sometimes irrational person. She was going to take out all of her frustration on Carla. The workers by this time were chanting the word pie over and over again. Leanne held the pie inches from Carla’s face.
She didn’t pie her straight away. She acted as if she was about to pie her several times, getting enjoyment out of watching Carla flinch and squirm. She laughed maniacally. “Eat pie,” she then said. Before Carla could react, Leanne pushed the pie into her face with as much force as she could possibly generate. The pie smashed into Carla’s face with a crack. Carla could feel Leanne’s hand on the other side of the pie tin twisting the pie around in her face. Leanne was getting great enjoyment in owning Carla like this. The idea that she was pieing Carla in the face was as good as sex. The feeling of administering humiliation to Carla in this way was almost arousing for her. She took no mercy on Carla at all. She twisted the pie around as hard as she could. Finally she let go. She left the pie tin on top of Carla’s head. It stayed in place for a moment before falling onto the floor. Carla’s face was plastered in pie. The coconut cream pie filling and whipped cream covered her distinctive facial features, but also conformed to them. Her entire face was covered in pie. Her high cheek bones and nose were covered in a layer of cream. Some large globs of cream stuck to the area around her right eye brow as well as the top of her lip. Everyone cheered and laughed at her. Carla gasped for breath. Some pf the pie fell from her mouth. Her mouth was even packed with pie. Her dark hair was also streaked with creamy pie.
“What’s the matter Carla, you look a bit hot under the collar,” Leanne said. She then walked over to her. No one knew what she was going to do next. She smiled and looked evilly down on Carla. She then put her hand on her back and leaned over. She then, without warning, grabbed the front of Carla’s shirt with both hands. She then, as hard as she could ripped her hands apart. She ripped Carla’s shirt open. The buttons flew off in all directions. Carla’s expensive shirt was ruined. Her buttons lay all over the floor. Carla’s white bra which held her modest breasts was revealed. Her tattered, destroyed shirt still hung in tatters from her arms. She then went around behind. She put her hands at the small of Carla’s back. She grabbed either side of Carla’s skirt. She then pulled downwards and sideways. She pulled with such force that she destroyed the zipper in the skirt. She then pushed the skirt down Carla’s legs to her ankles. She left the skirt there at Carla’s feet. As she walked in the other direction, she gave Carla one firm spank on her rear end. Carla was wearing white French cut underwear that matched the bra. Everyone was treated to a nice view of Carla’s older yet incredibly well put together figure. She shivered in the cold. Of course her underwear was stained from the red wine as well. Already, she was half naked in the stocks, dripping in wine, ripped clothes hanging from her body, her face plastered with pie and she knew that this was only the beginning. “Hey everybody, now that I get an up close look, it appears that Carla has had some work done.” Leanne alluded to the fact that Carla had had plastic surgery in the past. Carla was older than Leanne and Leanne was playing on the fact that she was younger than Carla.
“Well, that was fun, but we have not even begun yet. It is about to get a whole lot sloppier for your boss here,” Leanne gloated. “It think maybe some cottage pie would hit the spot,” she said, to everyone’s applause. Leanne produced a huge contained filled with leftover shepherd’s pie. The container must have held gallons and gallons of the stuff. Minced lamb, gravy, peas and carrots, mashed potato and cheese all stuffed together in one plastic casserole dish. Carla looked up. Leanne placed the container in front of her face. “I know you like it Carla. Time for some yummy shepherd’s pie,” she teased in baby voice. “ No, Leanne, please.. Don’t do this,” Carla pleaded. “Sorry,” Leanne said, beaming with an enormous grin. She took the container and brought it up to Carla’s face first. She smiled. “Bo appetite,” she said, mocking Carla. She pushed the container into Carla’s face. She held it in place for a moment. She pulled it away. Carla’s face was a mask of mince and gravy. Her entire face was covered in it. She could feel the clammy cold meat against her face. She screwed up her face. Leanne than took the container and poured more of the shepherd’s pie down onto Carla’s have clothed body. Carla gasped as her sexy figure was covered in the lumpy, meaty dish. Leanne took her time pouring the mess as evenly as she could up and down Carla’s taught body. Her muscles contracted as she felt shepherd’s pie on her back, stomach, backside and legs. It rolled everywhere. It dripped from her face, breasts and down her legs. Leanne then scooped out the last blob of mash with her hand and plopped it down on Carla’s back. Leanne rubbed it around Carla’s gravy drenched back and stomach with her bare hand.
Leanne then walked over and grabbed the next item. It was egg salad. It was lumpy and very yellow in disgusting yellow liquid. It smelled nauseating, as rotten eggs often do. “ewww, something stinks. It must be Carla, I think,” Leanne said. She took a handful of the egg salad. She pulled open Carla’s underwear and dropped a handful in. She then snapped them shut again. Carla squealed as she felt egg salad against her ass crack and pussy. Her panties bulged. Egg salad escaped along her thighs. Leanne then took another handful. She thrust it into Carla’s face as hard as she could. Carla gagged and sputtered as she came face first with the putrid egg salad. Some of it went in her nose and mouth. It truly stank. Leanne then took the container and sprinkled the remainder of the egg salad up and down Carla’s body. Bit of it hung from her modest breasts and clung to her legs. Carla’s knees shook. There was still more to come though for her.
Leanne now grabbed a bucket of mushy peas. Carla gave a strained expression, fidgeting in the pillory as she was about to face the thick green slop. Leanne flicked her hair. She looked relaxed and at ease, she enjoyed humiliating Carla and was going to take her time, prolonging Carla’s agony as much as she possibly could. “The peas have it,” she said. Carla scowled beneath the mess that covered the majority of her face. Leanne stood over Carla and slowly tipped the mushy peas down Carla’s tight body. She aimed the mushy peas onto Carla’s back. They poured onto her body and dripped down her breasts. Her bra and boobs were covered in mushy green mess. Leanne then poured more down the length of Carla’s body, down over her behind and down the backs of her legs. The green mess soon coated the top half of Carla’s body. The little clothing that Carla had left was soaked in thick green mess. Leanne then poured what was left straight down onto Carla’s head. The sloppy mess poured down Carla’s face and over her dark hair. Her whole body was covered in thick green mess.
Leanne then grabbed a large tin of sardines. She walked over to Carla with a sarcastic smile. She took her fingers and began to remove sardines individually, one by one. She then began to “decorate” Carla with the sardines. She began to place them all over Carla in strategic places. She placed one on top of Carla’s head. She then placed one on each of Carla’s cheeks, sticking them to her face. She placed one on her nose. She put another one underneath her nose and above her lip. It looked like a bizarre moustache. Leanne then placed two in each of Carla’s armpits. She stuffed two or three into Carla’s bar. She placed one at the back of each of Carla’s knees. She stuffed two or three more down the back of Carla’s underwear and placed another on the outside mirroring her butt crack. She took two more and placed them between the tops of Carla’s legs. The rest she placed on Carla’s back and legs, all scattered. The final two sardines, she placed in Carla’s mouth. She made them face diagonally and were placed on either side of her mouth, hanging downwards. This made her look a bit like a seal. She then took the brine that was left in the tin and poured it over Carla. Bits of discarded fish lay in it as well. She poured it over Carla’s head, giving her a mouthful of the foul liquid. Many of the sardines fell away in time from Carla’s body.
Leanne then picked up a large bucket of lentil soup. It was thick and brown. It was filled with lentils and other vegetables It looked very sloppy. It was old and cold. It looked as though it were someone’s leftovers. Leanne looked out at the factor workers and gave a satisfied wink. She turned the bucket over and began to pour the disgusting soup onto Carla. She took great pleasure in dumping it onto Carla’s already filthy body. It made a disgusting plopping noise as it exited the bucket and landed on the helpless factory boss. Carla let out a moan as she felt the sloppy mess pouring onto her body. It slithered down her body in all directions. It was almost like a curry. Her muscles spasmed and her body wiggled as she felt the soup all over body. Carla gave a disgusted look and stuck her tongue out as the lentil soup poured over the sides of her and then down the front of her face. There was lentils and chickpeas everywhere in the thick brown mess. Her hair was covered as was her body. She could feel it all over her body.
Finally, Leanne grabbed a tube of toothpaste. “Time to freshen up,” Leanne teased,” It looks like those big ugly teeth of yours could use it.” Carla could have screamed, but she knew that she was locked in place and was completely at Leanne’s mercy. She bit her lip and did not say anything, because she thought that if she did , it would just make things worse. Leanne again leaned over. She smiled in Carla’s face. She then began to write on Carla using the toothpaste. She slowly squeezed the toothpaste out onto Carla’s back. Carla did not know it but she was spelling out the word slut on her. She then drew squiggly lines down Carla’s legs. Finally she went to her face. She used the aquamarine tooth paste to draw on Carla’s face. She made glasses, funny lips and moustache on Carla’s face. She also made big teeth on her face. Finally, she poured the rest straight down on Carla’s head making a sort of hat. Leanne smiled and bowed. She posed with Carla. She leaned over. “Hey Carla, I think you got a little something on ya,” she joked.
She then skipped off. The factory workers each got a chance to pose with their disgraced boss. Finally, they were going to set her free, but the realized that Leanne still had the key. Someone had to go and fetch her back. Leanne returned and held the key in her hand. She wiggled it in Carla’s face. “ Looking for this. Come on Carla beg me for it.” “Please Leanne, please let me out,” Carla said, biting her lip. “Not good enough, tell me that are a sloppy old dog.” Carla hesitated. “Come on now, if you want the key.” Carla took a deep breath and blurted it out. “That’s better, here you go,” Leanne said. She tossed the key in the air and left. The factory workers picked it up and freed Carla.
Carla pushed her body out of the pillory. She stretched her body and wiped some of the mess away from her face and body. More photos were taken. No one said a word. Carla exited the factory and had to walk home in the state that she was, totally dishevelled, clothes hanging off her, covered in mess. She walked as fast as she could. Some of her neighbours saw her, but she did not stop for a second. She finally got home and went right for the shower.
Larger than life photos of Carla on the day were placed in the Rovers over the bar and in the factory. Carla did not speak to anyone about it. Everyone was to afraid to mention it, except for Leanne of course. Leanne made sure the pictures made the local papers. Carla got a lot of comments from colleagues that she worked with on deals. She never forgot the total humiliation that she underwent at Leanne’s hands.
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