The office is saved! Several weeks of intensive dealings are over, yourself and the girls have a new backer and the accounting business is moving ahead with a new company. It was a tense time for all, you have worked late. You made sacrifices for the girls and the company. When they were home, you worked through. This has given the girls security in their jobs and they are extremely grateful. So they have arranged a present for you, a very MESSY PRESENT!
On your desk is waiting a satin blouse full sleeve, light purple. Black satin pants and black satin knickers to suit. You've returned from saying goodbye to the new owners who will return in several months time, you saw them off at the airport. The business deal signed and sealed.
You look at the girls who all clap and cheer. They point to the ladies room and gesture for you to put the outfit on.
"No bra!" One of the girls shouts from her desk.
You get changed in the ladies room, you check out your new outfit in the mirror. The blouse and pants work well together. The black satin knickers feel lush, lovely and smooth against your trimmed vagina. You hear the girls cheering again, from the office. You wonder what is going on?
As you enter the main office room, you hear.
"Get her, she has the outfit on!"
Several of the girls rush you, and open the office door, then another adjoining door on the other side of the hallway. It's just an old filing room, hardly gets used. It has several disused filing cabinets for storing old papers, that need destroying. The girls drag you in back first. Lots of clapping and whooping follows. You notice the room has been taped up, lots of clear tarp all over the place. The girls push you back.
"What are you doing!" You raise your voice slightly.
The girls continue to giggle, some blow you kisses, others wave and give you the thumbs up. You feel yourself getting cuffed in between two filing cabinets that have been positioned in the centre of the room. One of the girls brings in some black high heels to match your outfit, you allow them to slide them onto your feet. It's starting to dawn on you! You let slip about your fetish several months ago, looks like you may be about to get your present. One of the girls gets a tie and blindfolds you!
Twenty minutes later:
You hear more giggling and things getting moved around. You think about complaining, then do not, you secretly fancy a good trashing. If this is how the girls are going to repay you for the hard work, then why not. Sounds like tables getting moved around. What is going on? There is the sound of lots of things getting brought into the room, lots of sniggering from the girls.
"Bitches!" You shout.
They don't reply, you hear the door close. All is quiet. You can hear the girls starting to chant something from the office over the hallway.
"Phantom, PHANTom, PHANTOM, PHANTOM, PHANTOM FLAN FLINGER!" The girls cry.
No, they haven't? Have they? They've booked somebody to trash me, dressed as the Phantom. You swear, you heard the name in the chant.
"God, he's hot and ripped!" One of the girls announce.
Your not sure? You think you hear the door to the office you are chained up in open. More cheering from the girls, again you think you hear a comment along the lines of.
"Get some, you deserve it!"
Your blindfold is removed. He is there, the Phantom! Your mind goes back to you watching tiswas videos, you adored the messy parts. The phantom would destroy people during the Flan Flinger Challenge, or Flan Your Folks. God your dressed in some stunning attire as well. Your mind thinks, so be it, let him destroy me. You eye him up as he walks round you in the office. He wonders round, returning the favour eyeing you up. You notice all the buckets, pies, custard, mud and other yucky substances, the girls have left him. Yes, you're going to get trashed, but just how trashed?
The Phantom, Flans and Flings!
You make a decision, you've worked hard, its a present, the girls are cool with it, time for a play.
"Well Phantom, hope your ready." You announce.
The phantom says nothing, just points to some disgusting slop, in a red bucket. He picks it up and goes to throw it. He stops! He walks up to you. You can feel your heart pounding through the blouse. He stands close, you can hear him breathing. It makes you even worse, you crave him to destroy you.
You get chance to eye up your outfit one last time, before it gets sacrificed to the Phantom. Ruin this outfit please! Your mind screams. You say nothing, you are damp in-between your legs, just from the very thought of it.
He steps back and lets fly, so the encounter begins. The first bucket hits you right up the middle, he hits you well. The slop lands in the crotch, soaking your pants, then it rides up the middle of the blouse and over your left breast and left sleeve. He hears yourself gasp from the impact of the shot. He picks up two loaded custard pies. He moves round your back, you see the Phantoms right hand pass past your leg. You work out his left hand must be next your ass.
Pie sandwich to the pussy! He points, of course, being the Phantom he need not speak.
He follows up and presses a pie into the crotch of your satin pants, and rubs the other pie firmly into your left butt cheek, slowly soaking the material and forcing it to stick to your butt. You are given a pie pounding in both areas at once. You gasp out loud from the attack. You sexually want more.
"Bring it, Phantom!" You gasp.
He does just that, with custard! He undoes the top button of your blouse and tips a litre all down the inside of the blouse, right side. The blouse clings to your breast, the custard is cool, yet your temperature is seriously rising! You feel the custard pooling round the bottom of the blouse, where it is tucked into your pants. You look down, your blouse right hand side sags slightly from the assault.
Another bucket! This time green gunge, he steps back and throws it all over your blouse, you take a serious soaking from the impact! Your blouse turns a deeper shade of its original colour due to the saturation of the fabric. You are about to pass comment when he follows up. A pie sandwich to the head in true Phantom style. He rubs it in and also smears it into your hair!
"More." You gasp out loud.
The Phantom, need not have been asked, he is man of many pies! You watch him get a pie in both hands and then he vanishes round the back of you. Suddenly his hands appear at breast height, he catches you off guard, as you think it will be a hard pieing. No, he smears one into each breast. Your nipples explode through the sodden material, as he works your firm breasts with pies! He rubs them in slowly, cream and custard is smeared onto each breasts, it's totally obviously your are aroused. You are at his mercy and he knows it.
Your attire is taking a pounding from this masked marvel, you know it will get worse. He will bring it, you will be destroyed!
The phantom steps back and eyes you up. Slop drips down your left sleeve and from the middle of your blouse, also the crotch of your satin pants and down the left leg. He wastes no time, he does not give people time to rest. Two buckets hit your pants in quick succession, two buckets of gunge, a yellow and a blue. Both legs of the pants are sopping. It feels luke warm, also it makes your pant legs feel slightly heavy. The Phantom waves his arms in joy from the shot. Suddenly, you wish he would take you there and then.
A knock on the door follows, it opens. One of the girls pops her head round door.
"Fax for Mr Phantom!" She calls.
The Phantom nods to her and accepts the piece of paper, he looks at the paper and nods his head in approval. Then moves two buckets to one side, looks like they may be full of porridge! He shows you the paper. On it is written 'Porridge Heels!' You gasp playfully after reading it. He moves the buckets over, first your left leg is placed in a bucket, then your right. You feel your heels sludge up with wet, sticky porridge. It's bliss. Then another knock at the door. Another of the girls puts her head round the door.
"Sorry to disturb, memo for Mr Phantom."
"Popular man, is Mr Phantom." You laughingly reply.
The Phantom stands back and reads the memo, he nods his head in approval. Then shows it you. It only has one word on it. 'MUD!' You realize you're in for a drenching. The Phantom looks round the room and finds what he's looking for, a big bucket of disgusting watery mud. You wonder if he will show any mercy? No! He picks it up and tips it straight over your head. You are engulfed in warm, dirty mud. It cascades all down the front of your blouse and heads towards your pants. The Phantom is on form and pulls open your waist band of said pants and lets the cascading mess fall inside. It slowly soaks the front of your black satin panties. The gunge that had pooled round the bottom of the blouse is free, that too falls inside your pants! He also un-tucks your blouse, leaving the bottom part free to be abused.
Another knock at the door. One of the girls, once again pops their head round. You feel a pattern emerging.
"Parcel for Mr Phantom, its making buzzing sounds!" One of the girls laughs.
The Phantom accepts the parcel, opens the box and shows you several bullet size vibrators. You gulp, knowing they're going to give you a really good time.
"Rip her outfit to shreds!" You hear one of the girls shout through the door.
Bullets and Bombs:
The phantom moves in with more pies, SPLAT! Straight in the crotch and then in the face, followed by one in the right breast. He is stepping up the pace of his bombardment. Another bucket of gunge is hurled over your blouse and pants, you are sopping in goo and custard. Your heart is pounding from attack, you know more is follow. He steps in for the ripping.
The first item to be assaulted is the crotch of the pants, he grabs hold of the material and gives it a good tug. Tearing sounds can be heard as the seam round the left leg goes, then the stitching round the crotch gives in. He puts his hands in and tears once again, ripping the fabric all round your legs. Your satin knickers are now available for assault. The collar on the blouse is next for a good tug. Once again this leads to a ripping sound, then it is released from its duties! The left breast pocket is also assaulted and tears all down one side.
Your heart pounds faster, oh the mixture of that ripping sound, followed by sensation as he assaults your clothes is driving you wild, he is quite literally tearing you apart!
You look down your collar is on the floor, your pants openly flap with a large tear in, the breast pocket is destroyed. It too has given up the job. He moves in with two custard pies, SPLAT! Straight into the vagina one after each other. Your black satin knickers are sodden. He moves in with the first bullet vibrator, you hear the buzz as it is switched on. He lodges the first in the front of your knickers. A second is turned on, this he lodges down the back of your knickers and it nestles in between your butt cheeks. He steps away, he is happy with his work.
Two custard pies attack your breasts in unison, smeared in, all down the front of the disgusting blouse. You feel yourself starting to buckle from the vibrator working your vagina. The ass vibrator is not helping, as that is stimulating your pelvis!
"God, I'm starting to go." You blurt.
This is a sign for the Phantom, to move in and intensify the pie, goo and gunge barrage. He moves round the back of you and hurls a bucket of custard, all down your back. The blouse weighs heavy from the assault. He tips another litre down the front as he leans over your left shoulder pouring it in. This makes you buckle even more, as you can hear the Phantom breathing next you. It sounds slightly heavier, is he enjoying working you over as well?
He pulls at the blouse round the left shoulder! RRRIIPP! The seam goes as he tugs hard on the left side, leaving a gaping hole where the material met. He grabs another pie and seizes the moment, he slides a pie onto your left breast through the gaping hole in the material. He massages the custard and cream pie into your left breast. You start to lose control.
"Phantom, Yes, Phantom!" You blurt.
He slides his left hand inside your blouse and massages your left breast. He feels your very erect, stiff nipples in his fingers. Your mind races, your body is losing control, the mess, the clothes, the vibrators, of course the Phantom.
He gets the spare bullet vibrator, and works your left nipple with it, vibrating this hyper sensitive nipple, is making the sexual fire in your heart and pelvis grow. Suddenly you feel your legs wobble as you stand in your buckets of porridge. He's not far from being able to dismantle you. It's all too much, can you hold on?
You watch and wobble somewhat! The Phantom moves round the front of you. Another bucket of gunge is poured over your head. It engulfs you, it feels warm, your hair is all clogged from the experience. The Phantom moves in and tears your blouse open, you don't stand a chance, your head lowers as he does it. RRRIIPP! The material flaps loosely as your breasts become exposed. Your mind is now sexually wanting to submit to the Phantom, and all he can offer.
"God, yes." You mumble, you are to far gone, to say much else.
You think you hear a knock at the door, but its extremely hard to concentrate with an orgasm racing to explode out of your body.
You look as you think you see one of the girls hand the Phantom a big, long vibrator.
"Finish her, Mr Phantom." You hear one of them say.
More custard pies attack your exposed body. Your pants are pulled down round your knees. The Phantom has you, he is about to take you and there is nothing you can do, or would want to do. You cannot help yourself, you have to tell him!
"Take me, Mr Phantom." You gasp.
He moves in, removes the bullet vibrator that is working your vagina. Your knickers are torn down, he splurges your open vagina with custard, you buckle from the assault. You lose control and almost succumb to the orgasm.
"AAHH, yes!" You moan somewhat loudly.
The Phantom inserts the large vibrator into your sodden vagina, and works you hard. He then places the bullet vibrator on you clit, this does it. Your knees buckle and you hang on your cuffs in-between the cabinets. You can hear the girls shouting and banging on the windows from the corridor.
"Phantom, PHANTOM, PHANTOM, PHANTOM!"
"FINISH HER NOW!" You hear one of the girls shout.
The Phantom works the vibrator, this forces you to climax just as the girls are shouting Phantom again.. He times it well and splats you in the face with a custard pie, just as you climax.
On your desk is waiting a satin blouse full sleeve, light purple. Black satin pants and black satin knickers to suit. You've returned from saying goodbye to the new owners who will return in several months time, you saw them off at the airport. The business deal signed and sealed.
You look at the girls who all clap and cheer. They point to the ladies room and gesture for you to put the outfit on.
"No bra!" One of the girls shouts from her desk.
You get changed in the ladies room, you check out your new outfit in the mirror. The blouse and pants work well together. The black satin knickers feel lush, lovely and smooth against your trimmed vagina. You hear the girls cheering again, from the office. You wonder what is going on?
As you enter the main office room, you hear.
"Get her, she has the outfit on!"
Several of the girls rush you, and open the office door, then another adjoining door on the other side of the hallway. It's just an old filing room, hardly gets used. It has several disused filing cabinets for storing old papers, that need destroying. The girls drag you in back first. Lots of clapping and whooping follows. You notice the room has been taped up, lots of clear tarp all over the place. The girls push you back.
"What are you doing!" You raise your voice slightly.
The girls continue to giggle, some blow you kisses, others wave and give you the thumbs up. You feel yourself getting cuffed in between two filing cabinets that have been positioned in the centre of the room. One of the girls brings in some black high heels to match your outfit, you allow them to slide them onto your feet. It's starting to dawn on you! You let slip about your fetish several months ago, looks like you may be about to get your present. One of the girls gets a tie and blindfolds you!
Twenty minutes later:
You hear more giggling and things getting moved around. You think about complaining, then do not, you secretly fancy a good trashing. If this is how the girls are going to repay you for the hard work, then why not. Sounds like tables getting moved around. What is going on? There is the sound of lots of things getting brought into the room, lots of sniggering from the girls.
"Bitches!" You shout.
They don't reply, you hear the door close. All is quiet. You can hear the girls starting to chant something from the office over the hallway.
"Phantom, PHANTom, PHANTOM, PHANTOM, PHANTOM FLAN FLINGER!" The girls cry.
No, they haven't? Have they? They've booked somebody to trash me, dressed as the Phantom. You swear, you heard the name in the chant.
"God, he's hot and ripped!" One of the girls announce.
Your not sure? You think you hear the door to the office you are chained up in open. More cheering from the girls, again you think you hear a comment along the lines of.
"Get some, you deserve it!"
Your blindfold is removed. He is there, the Phantom! Your mind goes back to you watching tiswas videos, you adored the messy parts. The phantom would destroy people during the Flan Flinger Challenge, or Flan Your Folks. God your dressed in some stunning attire as well. Your mind thinks, so be it, let him destroy me. You eye him up as he walks round you in the office. He wonders round, returning the favour eyeing you up. You notice all the buckets, pies, custard, mud and other yucky substances, the girls have left him. Yes, you're going to get trashed, but just how trashed?
The Phantom, Flans and Flings!
You make a decision, you've worked hard, its a present, the girls are cool with it, time for a play.
"Well Phantom, hope your ready." You announce.
The phantom says nothing, just points to some disgusting slop, in a red bucket. He picks it up and goes to throw it. He stops! He walks up to you. You can feel your heart pounding through the blouse. He stands close, you can hear him breathing. It makes you even worse, you crave him to destroy you.
You get chance to eye up your outfit one last time, before it gets sacrificed to the Phantom. Ruin this outfit please! Your mind screams. You say nothing, you are damp in-between your legs, just from the very thought of it.
He steps back and lets fly, so the encounter begins. The first bucket hits you right up the middle, he hits you well. The slop lands in the crotch, soaking your pants, then it rides up the middle of the blouse and over your left breast and left sleeve. He hears yourself gasp from the impact of the shot. He picks up two loaded custard pies. He moves round your back, you see the Phantoms right hand pass past your leg. You work out his left hand must be next your ass.
Pie sandwich to the pussy! He points, of course, being the Phantom he need not speak.
He follows up and presses a pie into the crotch of your satin pants, and rubs the other pie firmly into your left butt cheek, slowly soaking the material and forcing it to stick to your butt. You are given a pie pounding in both areas at once. You gasp out loud from the attack. You sexually want more.
"Bring it, Phantom!" You gasp.
He does just that, with custard! He undoes the top button of your blouse and tips a litre all down the inside of the blouse, right side. The blouse clings to your breast, the custard is cool, yet your temperature is seriously rising! You feel the custard pooling round the bottom of the blouse, where it is tucked into your pants. You look down, your blouse right hand side sags slightly from the assault.
Another bucket! This time green gunge, he steps back and throws it all over your blouse, you take a serious soaking from the impact! Your blouse turns a deeper shade of its original colour due to the saturation of the fabric. You are about to pass comment when he follows up. A pie sandwich to the head in true Phantom style. He rubs it in and also smears it into your hair!
"More." You gasp out loud.
The Phantom, need not have been asked, he is man of many pies! You watch him get a pie in both hands and then he vanishes round the back of you. Suddenly his hands appear at breast height, he catches you off guard, as you think it will be a hard pieing. No, he smears one into each breast. Your nipples explode through the sodden material, as he works your firm breasts with pies! He rubs them in slowly, cream and custard is smeared onto each breasts, it's totally obviously your are aroused. You are at his mercy and he knows it.
Your attire is taking a pounding from this masked marvel, you know it will get worse. He will bring it, you will be destroyed!
The phantom steps back and eyes you up. Slop drips down your left sleeve and from the middle of your blouse, also the crotch of your satin pants and down the left leg. He wastes no time, he does not give people time to rest. Two buckets hit your pants in quick succession, two buckets of gunge, a yellow and a blue. Both legs of the pants are sopping. It feels luke warm, also it makes your pant legs feel slightly heavy. The Phantom waves his arms in joy from the shot. Suddenly, you wish he would take you there and then.
A knock on the door follows, it opens. One of the girls pops her head round door.
"Fax for Mr Phantom!" She calls.
The Phantom nods to her and accepts the piece of paper, he looks at the paper and nods his head in approval. Then moves two buckets to one side, looks like they may be full of porridge! He shows you the paper. On it is written 'Porridge Heels!' You gasp playfully after reading it. He moves the buckets over, first your left leg is placed in a bucket, then your right. You feel your heels sludge up with wet, sticky porridge. It's bliss. Then another knock at the door. Another of the girls puts her head round the door.
"Sorry to disturb, memo for Mr Phantom."
"Popular man, is Mr Phantom." You laughingly reply.
The Phantom stands back and reads the memo, he nods his head in approval. Then shows it you. It only has one word on it. 'MUD!' You realize you're in for a drenching. The Phantom looks round the room and finds what he's looking for, a big bucket of disgusting watery mud. You wonder if he will show any mercy? No! He picks it up and tips it straight over your head. You are engulfed in warm, dirty mud. It cascades all down the front of your blouse and heads towards your pants. The Phantom is on form and pulls open your waist band of said pants and lets the cascading mess fall inside. It slowly soaks the front of your black satin panties. The gunge that had pooled round the bottom of the blouse is free, that too falls inside your pants! He also un-tucks your blouse, leaving the bottom part free to be abused.
Another knock at the door. One of the girls, once again pops their head round. You feel a pattern emerging.
"Parcel for Mr Phantom, its making buzzing sounds!" One of the girls laughs.
The Phantom accepts the parcel, opens the box and shows you several bullet size vibrators. You gulp, knowing they're going to give you a really good time.
"Rip her outfit to shreds!" You hear one of the girls shout through the door.
Bullets and Bombs:
The phantom moves in with more pies, SPLAT! Straight in the crotch and then in the face, followed by one in the right breast. He is stepping up the pace of his bombardment. Another bucket of gunge is hurled over your blouse and pants, you are sopping in goo and custard. Your heart is pounding from attack, you know more is follow. He steps in for the ripping.
The first item to be assaulted is the crotch of the pants, he grabs hold of the material and gives it a good tug. Tearing sounds can be heard as the seam round the left leg goes, then the stitching round the crotch gives in. He puts his hands in and tears once again, ripping the fabric all round your legs. Your satin knickers are now available for assault. The collar on the blouse is next for a good tug. Once again this leads to a ripping sound, then it is released from its duties! The left breast pocket is also assaulted and tears all down one side.
Your heart pounds faster, oh the mixture of that ripping sound, followed by sensation as he assaults your clothes is driving you wild, he is quite literally tearing you apart!
You look down your collar is on the floor, your pants openly flap with a large tear in, the breast pocket is destroyed. It too has given up the job. He moves in with two custard pies, SPLAT! Straight into the vagina one after each other. Your black satin knickers are sodden. He moves in with the first bullet vibrator, you hear the buzz as it is switched on. He lodges the first in the front of your knickers. A second is turned on, this he lodges down the back of your knickers and it nestles in between your butt cheeks. He steps away, he is happy with his work.
Two custard pies attack your breasts in unison, smeared in, all down the front of the disgusting blouse. You feel yourself starting to buckle from the vibrator working your vagina. The ass vibrator is not helping, as that is stimulating your pelvis!
"God, I'm starting to go." You blurt.
This is a sign for the Phantom, to move in and intensify the pie, goo and gunge barrage. He moves round the back of you and hurls a bucket of custard, all down your back. The blouse weighs heavy from the assault. He tips another litre down the front as he leans over your left shoulder pouring it in. This makes you buckle even more, as you can hear the Phantom breathing next you. It sounds slightly heavier, is he enjoying working you over as well?
He pulls at the blouse round the left shoulder! RRRIIPP! The seam goes as he tugs hard on the left side, leaving a gaping hole where the material met. He grabs another pie and seizes the moment, he slides a pie onto your left breast through the gaping hole in the material. He massages the custard and cream pie into your left breast. You start to lose control.
"Phantom, Yes, Phantom!" You blurt.
He slides his left hand inside your blouse and massages your left breast. He feels your very erect, stiff nipples in his fingers. Your mind races, your body is losing control, the mess, the clothes, the vibrators, of course the Phantom.
He gets the spare bullet vibrator, and works your left nipple with it, vibrating this hyper sensitive nipple, is making the sexual fire in your heart and pelvis grow. Suddenly you feel your legs wobble as you stand in your buckets of porridge. He's not far from being able to dismantle you. It's all too much, can you hold on?
You watch and wobble somewhat! The Phantom moves round the front of you. Another bucket of gunge is poured over your head. It engulfs you, it feels warm, your hair is all clogged from the experience. The Phantom moves in and tears your blouse open, you don't stand a chance, your head lowers as he does it. RRRIIPP! The material flaps loosely as your breasts become exposed. Your mind is now sexually wanting to submit to the Phantom, and all he can offer.
"God, yes." You mumble, you are to far gone, to say much else.
You think you hear a knock at the door, but its extremely hard to concentrate with an orgasm racing to explode out of your body.
You look as you think you see one of the girls hand the Phantom a big, long vibrator.
"Finish her, Mr Phantom." You hear one of them say.
More custard pies attack your exposed body. Your pants are pulled down round your knees. The Phantom has you, he is about to take you and there is nothing you can do, or would want to do. You cannot help yourself, you have to tell him!
"Take me, Mr Phantom." You gasp.
He moves in, removes the bullet vibrator that is working your vagina. Your knickers are torn down, he splurges your open vagina with custard, you buckle from the assault. You lose control and almost succumb to the orgasm.
"AAHH, yes!" You moan somewhat loudly.
The Phantom inserts the large vibrator into your sodden vagina, and works you hard. He then places the bullet vibrator on you clit, this does it. Your knees buckle and you hang on your cuffs in-between the cabinets. You can hear the girls shouting and banging on the windows from the corridor.
"Phantom, PHANTOM, PHANTOM, PHANTOM!"
"FINISH HER NOW!" You hear one of the girls shout.
The Phantom works the vibrator, this forces you to climax just as the girls are shouting Phantom again.. He times it well and splats you in the face with a custard pie, just as you climax.
