Available in two parts on GungeyStories, as well as a migraine-inducing version on EC Gunge.
Mucky Vicky is one of my favourite authors, and an influential figure in the history of WAM literature. In 2000, she founded GungeyStories, a Yahoo group celebrating “pretty girls squirming in gunge tanks before being totally humiliated and covered in gunge”. While that sounds like a pretty common theme now, it appears that the site was a taboo-breaker in its day. “I must say I was surprised (and a little pleased) to see this club’s logo as ‘humiliated, gunged girls’”, commented one member. Peter Grimnim describes the site as pivotal in his development as a WAM writer, stating,
When I first became aware of the online WAM writing scene I was somewhat disappointed, though lots of the stuff out there was very good, nothing seemed to focus on what I was interested in, namely the humiliation aspect of WAM. All the stories seemed to involve happy smiley girls getting messy and loving it with gay abandon… However, this changed when I came across the gungey stories yahoo group, which focused on the squirming and humiliation side of things that I loved so much.
Perhaps, as a girl (as it happens a bisexual one), Vicky was the only person who dared admit liking this genre. In any case, once the site was up and running, many more humiliation junkies came out of the woodwork. Out of numerous superb stories that the site spawned, Vicky’s own are among the best. Her collection made it’s way to Big Dave’s World of WAM, and later to EC Gunge, where it can now be perused in all its glory. “The New Girl” is my personal favourite – perhaps even my favourite WAM story of all time.
I feel that one of my big weaknesses as a writer is that I struggle to be concise. My stories are usually on the long side, and can get bogged down in complex details and dragging dialogue. Reading TNG makes me feel rather jealous of Mucky Vicky’s ability to write with such sharp, snappy style. There is so much packed into little over a single screen of text. Not one word is redundant; every sentence is a masterpiece of penetrating insight yet elegant simplicity. Sure, there are a few spelling and grammar mistakes, and sometimes the pronoun “she” would be better replaced with a name to avoid confusion, but hey, who cares? This is lucid, lively, cutting prose. This, my fellow wammers, is penmanship.
It is somewhat futile for me to attempt a summary of such a plot, because it will likely end up longer than the original. Nonetheless I shall introduce the characters and briefly outline the story.
Maria, the titular New Girl, is introduced in the opening paragraph, which focuses almost entirely on her appearance. Little is known about her personality and background, but then this is often the case with newcomers. In any case, the average red-blooded reader is provided with all the information he needs; Maria is a big-boobed latina who doesn’t have time for bras.
It is this trait, along with Maria’s flirtatious nature, that draws the ire of the second character. Libby appears in a couple of Vicky’s other stories, and those readers who have already encountered her will know her to be bossy, manipulative, cunning and ruthless. As leader of the cheerleading squad, she also commands authority and status within the school and has a plentiful supply of lackies at her beck and call. In short, she is an alpha female, and knows she must be ruthless and expedient in seeing off potential contenders, ideally through public humiliation. Luckily for Libby, such acts of self-preservation are also a personal pleasure. It’s not going to be Maria’s day.
Within its short span, the story manages to visit many niches, including boot and panty filling, along with more mainstream WAM types such as a pie in the face. Vicky skilfully accelerates the pace of the story throughout, building to the climatic final paragraph where Maria is chained to a railing and stripped topless. In my view, however, the pinnacle of the story’s brilliance comes in the following scene:
“Now were are going to ruin that lovely hair of yours” “Oh please, this isn’t fair. Not over my head, oh no.” Maria was blushing with shame. A huge bucket of custard was now poised above her head, ready to take away her last shred of dignity. Maria was resigned to her fate and waited for it to pour. “Do you think she’s had enough guys? Shall we let her off?” Her eyes light up in hope only to be crushed by the overwhelming response of “Let her have it, give it to her” She felt the smallest trickle on her head and let out a muffle scream. The flow speeded up und her hair had soon disappeared under the gunge. Her bare shoulders and arms all got splatted as her tits received more attention. It spilled over her face and down her back. Her see-through top offered no cover for her ample breasts and her nipples were on show. “This is disgusting, I’ll get you for this” She sat there for a minute, soaking up the laughter, a gooey, squelchy, sticky mess of slime.
A huge bucket of custard was now poised above her head, ready to take away her last shred of dignity. Without a doubt the greatest sentence ever written in a WAM story. It isn’t clear who is holding the custard – Libby or one of her henchwomen – but this is irrelevant because the custard has become disembodied, taking on a life of its own. Maria, helpless and vulnerable, can sense this huge bucket there above her in all its awfulness. She waits for it to pour, knowing it will finish her. She desperately clutches at the possibility of reprieve that Libby cruelly dangles in front of her. Isolated in the face of the gleeful mob, her protests and threats sound pathetic and puny.
Most WAM fiction with a strong humiliation flavour falls into one of two subcatergories – “sympathetic” and “comuppence”. Stories of the sympathetic vein, such as CrippledLucifer’s untitled story, and Grimnim’s masterpieces Poor Poor Emily and Lucy and the Gunge, tug at the reader’s heartstrings, causing the reader to wince at the victim’s ordeal even while being turned on by it. Comeuppance stories, such as Sweet Revenge by an anonymous author, The Demise of Kristine by Michael and KMV, and the more extreme Messy Bondage Minxes by Fireball, invite the reader to revel, guilt-free, in a long overdue and richly deserved downfall. The interesting thing about TNG is that it doesn’t fall into either of these categories. While such violation of Maria’s person would of course be unacceptable and wrong were it to happen in real life, as a fantasy TNG is ambiguous and amoral. Perhaps this is because of the scantness of detail on Maria’s background, leaving the reader unable to make an informed decision on whether she deserves what comes to her. Perhaps it is because Vicky is able to simultaneously capture the perspective of Maria and that of Libby and the mob. Perhaps this is just what happens when an alpha female takes a dislike to a newcomer, and like some David Attenborough documentary, we are merely observers to the ways of nature.
Needless to say, the story ends with the alpha female basking in her reasserted power, and the vanquished latina scuttling away into the wilderness with her tail between her legs (or more accurately, her sullied panties sliding down them), never to be seen again at that school. ¡Adiós Maria!
