A Mother and Daughter Team Building Experience

Gloria pushed the sticky sludge off her face in time to see her daughter duck down behind the small table. With pie spattered face and shredded dress, she made a complete clown of herself as she tottered on expensive high heels, over to Diana’s hiding place. Her buttocks jiggling beneath the exposed slip, still the target of further degradation and hunks of pie.

“Move over Diana!”

“I can’t. There’s not enough room for both of us.”

“I said, MOVE!” and bent over to shove her daughter out of the way.

But in doing so, she backed into her precious wall art, the torn flaps of her dress became entangled in the slowly rotating gears. The tug on her dress **** her to stand up or be disrobed right then and there.

“AAHHHH!! Help me Diana! My dress is caught! It’s being torn off!! HEEELP!!” pleaded Gloria.

“AAAHHH!!”

RIIIIP!!

“Oh Dear God, my clothes! My dress!”

SHRIIIIP!

Her expensive dress was steadily ripping apart at the at the seams, exposing more and more of her plain white bra and panties to the very people she despised.

“Dessert and comeuppance are best served up cold. Right, Gloria?” derided an onlooker.

Hoots and hollers filled the alcove as Mrs. Gloria Sykes tried in vain to hold on to her dress as it was being slowly torn off and she stripped by her own tribute to cultural refinement.

Pieces of the tattered remains of her dress were now tearing off in slow motion, making their way through the network of gears.

RIIIP!

“Oh, oh, oh! NOOO! AAAHHH!!”

SHRIIIP!

“EEEKKKK!!”

Groups of people were holding up cell phones to record the demise of the haughty and vain Gloria Sykes.

“Yeah, ya old witch! Now we get to see you as you really are!”

“Ha, ha, ha, ha!”

Boisterous, sidesplitting laughter pummeled the humbled and nearly disrobed Gloria to no end.

Diana was secretly enjoying watching that old bitty being laughed at and stripped of her clothing and over bearing arrogance. Especially as it were by her own egotistical choice of artwork. She wasn't going to lift a finger to help.

“I’ll stay here long enough until they’re fully distracted and then make a break for it.” she thought to herself.

“For God’s sake HELP Diana!” she begged from under her slop coated face. Gloria began to feel the gear teeth flicking against her buttocks.

“NO, NO, not my underwear, not my dainties!” stammered the panicky matron out loud as she realized that even her most intimate apparel would not be spared.

She clung desperately to the scrap of material that was now all that was left of her dress as she tried to cover herself and untangle her panties and the remainder of her self-respect. Instinctively retreating away from the gawkers, she inadvertently pressed her backside further against the rotating gears and started to wiggle erotically.

“OH!! Oh, whooo, oh, whoooo-hoo, OOHHHH!” tittered Gloria with what seemed to be sexual arousal as the rotating gear teeth were gently stroking and caressing her kitty and back door through the silky material of her panties before completely entangling her lingerie.

Then she felt the fabric of her panties stretch and pull tighter. The waistband digging into her paunchy belly. The mass of rotating gears had now fully snagged her bra and panties.

YOINK!

Her brassiere was abruptly pulled off from behind, followed by a smutty ripping sound as her billowy, white granny panties were rudely torn to shreds, ripped off and then seen making their way to the topmost web of gears.

SHRIIIIP!!! RIIIIPPP!!

“AAAAHHH!! EEEEEEE!!” she wailed.

Before she could grab the remaining fragments of the front half of her dress, it slid down her arms and flopped over her waist and down to her thighs, revealing sagging boobs, twat and flabby ass. Her arms and hands began desperately trying to cover her naughty bits and pull up scraps of her dress at the same time.

“AAAHHH!! EEEEK!! My tits!!

“My, my. Did Mrs. Sykes just say ‘tits’? How gauche.”

Much to the delight of all, came the riposte: “Wasn’t it you who said that the ‘unsophisticated’ needed to expose themselves to art, Gloria?”

Only her arms in the still intact sleeves kept the tattered front portion of her raggedy dress from completely falling off. She quickly pulled up the remaining portion to shield her lady parts from pointing fingers and cell phone pics.

The throng was savoring Gloria's disrobing and ruination. Cheering wildly whenever a piece of her clothing was stripped away.

Diana now took the opportunity to get to some place of safety. Covering her nakedness as best she could, she made a dash for any safe haven. Seeing her daughter bolt, Gloria followed her initiative, using one hand to defend her backside and the other to hold up the remains of her dress.

The crowd was quicker, determined to finish off their naked, pie bedecked prey, cutting off each avenue of escape before the Sykes ladies could use it. With only the slow moving escalator left open, the pair had gotten only a few steps up before a group of their pursuers reached them and another had already descended from above. Gloria was caught from behind (literally), as she felt hands pinching and groping her ass cheeks and beyond.

“Nice legs, Gloria!”

“You still got it honey!”

“EEKKKK!, NO, OH! Oh my! Whoo-hoo! Unhand me! Stop it, you heathens!.”

Diana turned back just in time to see her mother’s scrap of a dress ripped off her by the crowd leaving her totally nude. Diana stared at mommy with embarrassed fascination.

Graying muff, OK knockers, fleshy 60+ yr old ass.

“AAAHHH! Don’t look at me! Get away! My dress! My clothes! AAAHHHH, I’m naked! I’m naked!”

Trapped and thinking that she was about to be ravished by the mob, Gloria started screaming hysterically.

“Don’t you touch me!!” shrieked Gloria.

Then Diana watched as Gloria’s hands were held back before she could cover her nether regions and was picked up screeching and thrown unceremoniously au naturel, two feet over the escalator handrail and onto the top layer of the huge multi tiered cake below. Landing on her back, spread eagle with a SPLAT!

Gloria slowly rolled off the top layer, then face first, down onto the middle one, wallowing in cake and frosting. Momentum then carried her over the edge to the bottom layer and left her briefly sprawled on her back before finally flopping over the edge to land face down on the floor.

Seizing Diana at the same time, they gave her the same treatment and chucked her over the side, lolling and tumbling over each layer, ending up on the bottom one next to her frosting splattered mother. Diana had sunk face up, deep into the bottom layer of cake frosting, her twat and jugs on full display.

Gloria was now on all fours in whining humiliation, trying to recover, not knowing what intimate area to shield from the mocking, gawking crowd, now convulsed in laughter.

A voice piped up: “Wait. I’ve got an idea. Somebody get me those curtain tieback ropes over there. There’s some kids having a party in the rental office. I think that they may be ready for some ‘dessert’ right about now. And since you two are covered in cake...hmmm...tie ‘em up together. Face to face. Arms around each other, hands on the other’s ass cheeks.”

Diana and Gloria began screeching and shrieking as they were being manhandled and roped together until an astute individual walked up and stuffed Nikki’s discarded “FUCK ME” panties in Gloria's mouth. Turning then to Diana said:

“Here. These should keep YOU quiet. I found that banker lady’s panties on the floor. Must have fallen out of your pocket earlier. Enjoy.”

“Mmmmmppfff.” was all the two muster.

Bound and **** together as they were, their slimy, oozy, slithery bodies began to slew against each other and the two women became acutely aware of any movement by the other.

“Alright, let’s go!” ordered the leader of the group as they picked up the bound pair and headed for the rental office and party central.

One of them had already gone ahead to make sure that the door had been opened and then yelled inside:

“Who ordered dessert?”

Arriving at the door, the pair were stood up on their feet and before giving the two undignified ladies a ceremonial heave-ho, someone gave them each a frisky smack on the ass.

“OK. In ya go. God luv ya honey!”

“MMMPPPFF.” as Gloria received her playful smack on the ass.

Then to Diana:

“And you take one for the team there, Dear!”

“MMMPPFFF.” came Diana’s reply.

The pair were then shoved inside. The door was closed and locked.