Diana's Messy Comeuppance

...A well aimed cream pie just struck home. Then...

SM-O-O-O-SH!

Quickly followed by a fruit laden blueberry pie, point-blank in Diana’s kisser. The impact made her stumble backwards on her high heels and fall solidly on her derriere, the momentum causing her legs to fly upwards in a ‘V’ and the flared portion of the gray skirt to drop down to her upper thighs.

Since her panties had been pulled off, the crowd was treated to a view of Diana’s lady parts, ass cheeks and puckered butt-hole before she was able to land her legs flat on the floor and sit upright to regain her modesty.

“Uh, what...oh...oh...uh..waaahh…Look what you people have done to me.” she whined, scooping the sticky, oozing pie from her face and breasts.

With no loss of arrogant self importance, she shrieked:

“You can’t treat me like this way. I run this place! I run this family! Somebody’s going to pay for all of this!”

The cluster of spectators closed in laughing and pointing at Diana, sensing that the alpha female was about to lose her place in the pecking order. And this pack would not be denied.

Diana rolled to her knees attempting to stand up and yet at the same time maintain some semblance of dignity. The effort rammed her ample posterior hard against the tight seat of her skirt as she stood up.

R-I-I-I-P

The rear zipper track split open down to Diana’s lower ass cheeks. This time she shifted one hand to cover her exposed, chunky buttocks and continued to wipe pie off her face. Walking backwards, spitting out blueberries and pieces of pie crust.

“PLEH, PPBBBTT”

“Spl-a-a-a-t!”

“Score!! A direct hit from the challenger and the champ goes down!” yelled a jubilant spectator.

Diana, this time reeling from a lemon cream pie to the face, backed into and sat down in one of several large, indoor rosebushes sprinkled throughout the lobby.

“YEAAAAH! MY ASS! Ow, Ow Ow!” she howled as thick thorns found their mark on her lush tush. Diana quickly sprang up from the barbed torment, too quickly. With loud...

SHR-I-I-I-I-P!

...she was divested of her damaged and torn skirt.

“EEEKKK!! My skirt! My skirt is gone! AAAIIEEEE!!! People can see my ass!!” she screamed and tugged down the tails of her blouse to protect her fanny. Then promptly realized:

“Oh my God, they can see my pussy too!” squealed Diana, as she feebly tried to tug the front of the blouse down and shield her privates, while using her free hand to cover her rotund rear end.

“Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha! Came peals of rolling, unrestrained laughter at the sight of Diana’s wardrobe malfunction and comeuppance. Her face, coiffured hair, and jiggling bijongas inside that expensive silk blouse were smeared with sloppy, gooey pie fillings.

She was naked now from the waist down, prancing around in high heels. Crouching down for protection, her fleshy, thickening, “mature” figure made sure that she was nothing now except a caricature of the Alpha Bitch she thought she was

“AAAHHH!!! Wahhhhhhh” bleated Diana.

She tottered over to the adjacent rental office looking to escape, tried the door and rattled the handle. Locked. She then turned back to look for another exit.

“Well, how rude of us. We should have asked first what kind of dessert YOU like.” offered a young woman from the crowd and snatched Diana by the hair dragging her toward the food laden tables.

She immediately reacted to being dragged by the hair and moved the hand guarding her ass cheeks up to her tormentor’s, leaving her jiggling buttocks unguarded. Not wanting to miss out on the retribution, Megan slammed another pie onto Diana’s hefty backside, leaving it hang there, pie tin and all.

The young woman, still holding Diana by the hair said:

“Well then, perhaps this is more to your liking, your majesty.” And slammed her face into a chocolate frosting cake.

“MMPPHH! PPBBTT”

“Maybe you didn't a big enough bite. Take another.”

This time forcing her bouncing breasts full into the mashed creation.

With her upper body completely over the table, the ruined blouse rode up over her flabby hips and belly, fully baring her fleshy legs, ass and clit for target practice.

“Stand back everyone and give me some fight’n room.” instructed one of the older ladies who was now about to swing a wooden serving spatula.

“This is what we used to call ‘servicing the target’ back in the day.” she declared.

The young woman gripping Diana’s hair kept her held firmly in place as the humiliations kept piling on.

WHACK!

“YE-E-E-OUCH! EEEEE!!” squealed Diana as she tried to avoid the next slap.

SMAAACK!

“AAHHH! STOP IT! PLEASE!”

TWACK!

“This is something your mother should have done a long time ago.”

SMACK! TWACK!

The spanking finally stopped and Diana stood and turned towards the crowd.

“You people are nothing but bunch of ani…”

SPLAAAT!

“STOP!! PPBBBTT! AAHH!”

SMOOOSH!

“NOOO! PLEH!”

BLAAAP!

“You were saying Madam Magnificence?” jeered someone.

Whole pies or handfuls. Pieces of anything messy to humble that conceited, vain, egotistical Diana Sykes were flung in her direction as she stood helpless against the wall. She tried using her hands to fend off the attack and to cover her breasts and intimate area at the same time, but the barrage was relentless until Diana finally gave up and sank to her knees in utter humiliation.

Having heard the rattling door handle, Emma stepped out of the rental office to see what was going on. Bra-less, clad only in an over sized man’s dress shirt, her bare feet, shapely legs and a snippet of lavender panties, were the only things poking out from under the it. She stepped discretely off to the side to watch.

“Folks. Where’s your etiquette? At the Sykes family Country Club, you know that we always serve dinner before dessert.” chimed in the resident ‘Miss Manners’, who then grabbed a handful of Diana’s blouse collar, ripping it open wide enough to pour in a tray of tamales soaking in Habenero hot sauce. It didn’t take long to work its way into delicate nipples and aureoles.

“OH, OH, OH, AAAHH, HOT, HOT ! My boobs are on fire!”

Still on her knees, cake pieces still clinging to her face, Diana tried patting and slapping her jugs to extinguish the inferno. It didn’t help. In desperation, she clutched the front of her blouse and tore it completely open herself, buttons flying and flung the tattered blouse to the side, slimy, plump hooters swinging vigorously with the motion.

“Somebody get me a towel!” she yelled.

“HELP! Nikki! HELP ME! Where are you?!! These people tore all my clothes off!!” Damn it! HELP!

Emma stepped forward now and offered a balled up roll of black cloth that she had pulled out of her shirt pocket.

“Here, use these.” she suggested.

Just as Diana reached for them, Emma opened up the ripped fabric wide enough so she could read the big, bold, pink script and the name ‘NIKKI’ printed on them. She watched intently as Diana tried to process what was in front of her. As she froze in mid-reach, Emma quickly flipped them around so she could see the words ‘FUCK ME DADDY’ on the other side. Then quickly again, back and forth, back and forth, until Diana’s brain finally processed what her eyes where telling her.

“AAAAHHHHHH!!! NNNOOOOOO! NOT NIKKIIIIIII…!!!” she wailed and dropped to all fours, totally naked now except for the goop smeared all over her body.

“God, lady. You need to just, SHUT UP. Here, she won’t be needing these anymore.” said Emma and swiftly shoved Nikki’s panties into Diana’s open yap.

“MMMPPPPHHH.”

“Good, that should keep you quiet. You’re disturbing our party. Hope you like the taste of your daughter’s panties.” declared Emma. And turning on her heel, she went back into the rental office and closed the door.

“Here, this will take your mind off of things.” suggested a voice coming from behind her.

Diana couldn’t see who it was but felt the second tray of spicy tamales slam into her rear end. She immediately felt the red hot scorching burn of the sauce and yanked Nikki’s panties out of her mouth as she shrieked:

“YEOWWWWWWWW!! Ow, ow, ow!”

In a truly slapstick display, Diana started to scoot around the floor in a circle on her buttocks to try and put out the blaze. Tits pitching about, flabby body quivering with every thrust of her hips. Howling erupted as the ‘alpha bitch’ had been knocked down to mere ‘bitch’ status.

“I don’t have any water to put out the fire, but this sauce should do nicely.” offered a bystander and promptly dumped the contents of the chocolate display fountain on Diana.

Just then, the penthouse elevator doors slid open and out stepped Mrs. Gloria Sykes into the hallway.