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As the show’s bass heavy theme tune played over the speakers, the studio lights gradually blazed back to full brightness. As the stage lit up, the eight gunged women from the first half of the show were revealed, wallowing in various kinds of muck.
Standing in the middle of the stage were the episode’s three stand-in presenters. With a grin on her face, Jessica, still wearing her tight black floral-patterned strapless dress turned to the camera. “Hello!” she called out. “And welcome back to Part Two of the final episode of this year’s Messy Six Nations. We’ve already seen Carla Brown and Bianca Westwood get dropped into vile-looking gunge, Giulia Diletta Leotta covered in ink, Eva Green get rather hot-and-bothered while Hannah Martin, Sophie Turner and Natalie Dormer were practically gilded. Now, however, it’s time to move on to the next Week Five match. Katherine and Saoirse, could you join me, please?”
The two blondes nervously walked over to the where Jessica had stepped up to the large striped top hat, which was, of course, filled with folded pieces of paper. The train of Katherine’s ballgown, spread out behind her and almost tripped Saoirse up. Saoirse glared at the Welsh blonde as everyone else laughed at what was a near prat-fall. The laughter of almost-everyone in the studio brought a pink tinge to her cheeks.
Jessica grinned. “Well, before we get back into tonight’s action,” she said. “I believe we have a graphic to inform us as to what the relevant statistics are for this match.”
A series of large screens around the studio switched from showing the Messy Six Nations logo to displaying a green background with the familiar yellow writing. Both celebrity fans looked at it with anxious looks on their faces.![m6n-wales_v_ireland-stats]()
Jessica’s eyes tracked over what was on the screen and she grinned broadly. “Well, well, well,” she said mockingly. “A Welsh Grand Slam secured with an eighteen point defeat of the Irish. Saoirse, I hate to tell you (well, actually I don’t) but you are rather over-dressed for your Cata-dunk later on. So, please, strip to just your panties.”
Saoirse glared briefly at the blonde American actress before with a drooping pout, she unzipped her minidress and pushed it down over her curves. When the dress descended below her shoulders, it became obvious that the Irish actress hadn’t worn a bra. She quickly covered her breasts with her arm as they were revealed to the world, leaving her wearing just a skimpy pale green thong. She then shimmied out of the yellowish green garment which was puddled around her ankles in seconds. Still looking rather put-out, Saoirse kicked the dress to the side, adding her free arm to the one already covering her chest.
Jessica smiled. “Looking good, Saoirse. We’ll get back to you in a short while.” She turned to look at the blonde-haired Welsh mezzo-soprano. “Katherine, you must be pretty happy with a Welsh victory.”
The thirty-nine year-old Welshwoman grinned. “Yeah, winning the Six Nations with a Grand Slam was pretty sweet.”
“Jessica’s smile became an evil-looking grin. “That may be so, Katherine,” she taunted the slender singer. “However, Wales had three scrums awarded against them and conceded eleven penalties, which means that you’ll have to pick four forfeits from this lovely hat.”
Katherine’s face seemed to lose all colour in an instant. “Oh, noooo!” she wailed.
“Oooh, yes, Katherine,” countered Becky who’d just wandered over to them. “So, stick your arm into that hat and let’s see what you pull out!”
Katherine rubbed her arms as though she were trying to build herself up for what was coming. With a determined expression on her face, she reached an arm into the hat and grabbed the first piece of paper that her fingers brushed against. The elegant opera singer handed the paper to the blonde actress standing beside the hat.
Unfolding the scrap of paper, Jessica burst out laughing when she read what was written on it. Katherine gave her a look that plainly asked ‘what’s so funny?’, as the blonde-haired actress regained her composure. “Ooh-kay,” gasped the American. “To start off, Katherine, you’re going to be taking a Mud Bath!”
“In this dress?!” Katherine exclaimed. “I don’t know how it will fit in the tub!”
“Well, come over here and let’s find out!” called Charlotte from where she was waiting beside a pale pink ceramic tub filled with thick, grey, clay-like mud. Katherine’s eyebrows nearly disappeared into her hairline when she saw the gloopy mud.
Katherine hesitated for a moment. God, where did they get that stuff?! It looks more like wet cement than mud! Releasing a fake long-suffering sigh, the Welsh blonde stepped into mud-filled bath, the long train of her dress trailing down to the floor. Slowly, she sat down, grimacing as the mud seeped in under the fabric of her dress. The mud came up to just below the cups of her strapless dress. Katherine shuddered as the thick mud oozed over her skin. Catching movement out of the corner of her eye, she turned her head to find Charlotte standing over her.
The blonde wrestler smiled down at the Welsh woman. “Katherine, don’t forget,” she said. “You have to completely submerge for five seconds.”
The blonde opera singer grimaced. Taking a deep breath, she ducked beneath the surface, feeling the heavy muck close over her head. Seconds later, with a thick sucking sound her unrecognisable head and shoulders broke the surface. Katherine gasped in a breath of fresh air while trying to blink the mud out of her eyes. Then, as she tried to get out of the bathtub, she noticed a problem.
“Eek! Help!” she moaned. “This dress is so heavy with mud I can’t get out of the muck!”
Jessica chuckled. “So, take off the dress if that’s the case,” she dared the Welsh woman. “Either way you have to get out of that bath.”
Katherine sighed deeply when she heard this. She knew that this was going to be difficult, no matter how she did it. Frowning, she knelt in the tub and, with a dejected look on her face turned to Jessica. “Err, could I borrow a pair of scissors?” she asked, resulting in gasps from the audience. “I’m not going to get this dress off otherwise.”
Jessica took a step backwards in shock. She hadn’t been expecting to be asked that! “Oh… okay, Katherine,” she replied picking up a set of scissors from the forfeit-filled hat’s pedestal and handing it to the Welsh singer.
Smiling her thanks, Katherine proceeded to cut a line down the bodice of her dress to her groin where it flared out into its almost ridiculous-length train. With the tight bodice suitably loosened, the blonde woman was able to peel it off until she was able to step out of it and the bath of mud. A wolf-whistle rang out from the audience and she quickly covered her tits with one arm. She looked down at herself and saw that her legs were smothered in mud. She could also feel the mud on her back and shoulders. Her formerly red high-waisted knickers were now stained with mud. When she got both her feet back on the ground, she awkwardly walked back over to where Jessica had resumed her post beside the striped hat.
Jessica grinned as the mud-spattered blonde walked over to her wearing just a pair of knickers. “Well, Katherine, that threw you in at the deep end,” she joked, earning a pout from the Welsh soprano. “Time to find what your next forfeit is, however.”
Katherine closed her eyes and took a breath to compose herself. After this, she reached in and grabbed another piece of paper from the hat. With butterflies in her stomach, she handed it over to Jessica who eagerly unfolded it.
Jessica’s eyes tracked over the printed forfeit on the piece of paper and she couldn’t help chuckling. “Okay, Katherine, I hope you like rice pudding.”
Feeling slightly silly for it, Katherine couldn’t help asking “Why?”
The blonde-haired American actress grinned. “Because you’ve pulled out the Rice Pudding Filler!” she laughed, making Katherine squirm.
The blonde celebrity fan blanched. Her nerves were almost jangling. When she felt a hand pull out the waistband of her knickers Katherine jumped, letting out a squeak of surprise. She looked around and found Becky holding her sexy underwear away from her skin. She then noticed Charlotte approach carrying a large clear plastic jug filled with rice pudding.
With a smirk on her face, Charlotte tipped half of the rice-based creamy dessert out of the jug, flooding the front of Katherine’s knickers. The opera singer screwed up her face as she felt the creamy lumps of rice wash over her muff. Her discomfort and embarrassment was only increased seconds later, when Charlotte poured the remainder of the rice pudding into the seat of her knickers. Katherine gasped, quivering, as the sweet slop flowed over the twin globes of her arse. The rice pudding seeped past the seems of her knickers, lumps of creamy rice flowing down her thighs.
Jessica grinned at the uncomfortable-looking Welshwoman. “That looked rather gross, Katherine,” she commented. “Now, let’s see what is next on your agenda.” She gestured towards the striped hat. When she did, Katherine gave it a look like it was about to explode.
Blushing while the audience cheered raucously, Katherine reached into the hat, dreading what she was going to pull from the selection of humiliating forfeits within. With a trembling hand she pulled out one of the bits of paper, which was quickly snatched from her hand by Jessica.
“Sorry,” apologised the blonde actress. “I thought you were going to drop it.” After saying this, Jessica unfolded the scrap of paper.
“Next up, Katherine,” announced the American woman. “Is an old Messy Six Nations favourite, the Slop Bucket!”
The blonde-haired opera singer groaned. “That is disgusting!”
“Yes, this is something of an old favourite on this show!” agreed Jessica, lifting up a bucket filled with week-old restaurant and cafeteria left-overs. As Katherine tucked in her arms and shrugged her shoulders in an attempt to make herself smaller and avoid some of the coming gunge, Jessica upended the bucket over her head. A wave of vegetable peelings, gravy, curry sauce, mushed up fruit and other lumpy bits of gone-off food washed over Katherine. Her hair was plastered to her head by the lumpy muck which also clung to her curves. The blonde-haired Welsh singer pinched her nose and fanned the air with her hand, this brought a short bout of laughter from the audience.
Jessica wrinkled her nose at the smell of the slop covering the thirty-nine year-old Welsh woman. “Well, after that lot of smelly slop,” she coughed, trying not to breathe in too much of the smell of left-overs. “You’ve only got one forfeit to pull out of the hat, Katherine.”
The Welsh blonde’s shoulders drooped. She was beginning to wish her ordeal would just end by this stage. With a forlorn look on her face, she reached her free arm into the hat and removed her last scrap of paper.
Jessica read the forfeit printed on the piece of paper and grinned at the other blonde. “Right, Katherine, it’s time for a Nude Surprise!”
“Noooo!” squealed Katherine, her hands practically flying up to cup her face in shock. She then realised that doing this had exposed her muck-covered tits and she blushed violently as she recovered her chest her left arm. Wolf-whistles greeted her actions. The thirty-nine year-old opera singer was brought out of her shock by the feeling of a gentle hand on each elbow.
Becky and Charlotte, with sly-looking grins on their faces, led the blonde woman over to a yellow and black striped area of the floor. Charlotte’s grin took on an evil glint. “Well, Katherine, I think you need to ditch that lovely pair of knickers,” she hinted, smirking at the forty-nine year-old Welsh singer.
A look of despair crossed the blonde-haired mezzo-soprano’s face. With her eyes closed to block out the leering audience, Katherine hooked her thumbs into her knickers and slid the piece of lingerie down her the curves of her legs. Blushing furiously, (so hard, in fact, that the wolf-whistling, cat-calling audience swore that she could fry eggs on her face) she covered her muff with her right hand. As she did so, she felt the floor drop out from under her. The blonde singer dropped into a thick-feeling liquid with a large splash of the bright yellow liquid. She disappeared beneath the yellow liquid before, thrashing and gasping, an unrecognisable vaguely-humanoid yellow shape burst into view again. The formerly blonde woman blinked her eyes to try to dislodge some of the good from them, just before five gallons of the same thick yellow liquid fell from above and topped up her covering of goo. Katherine was momentarily knocked back under it.
The three stand-in presenters laughed. “Well, Katherine,” said the red-haired Becky. “I hope you liked the Custard Surprise!”
“The what?!” spluttered Katherine.
“The Custard Surprise,” interjected Charlotte, flicking a lock of her long blonde hair back over her shoulder. “And, given your reaction, we’ll leave you to soak there while you cool off. Over to you, Jess. What’s Saoirse looking forward to?”
Katherine fumed as she swam around the custard-filled pit. After zooming in on her yellow-stained face, the camera panned around to where the blonde Sin City and Fantastic Four actress waited, standing beside the blonde Irish actress.
Jessica glanced at the topless Irish-woman and chuckled. “Okay, Saoirse,” she started. “I doubt you thought this would happen to you when we had the preview show for this week’s episode, did you?”
“Hell, no!” exclaimed the slender blonde as she still held her arm across her chest for modesty’s sake. “I thought someone else would end up in this position!” This brought a wave of laughter and jeers from the audience.
Chuckling, Jessica gestured towards the striped hat. “Well, it’s time to pick your first forfeit, Saoirse!” she sneered.
Saoirse gulped audibly and nervously reached into the hat with her free arm. She rooted around among all the bits of paper, praying that she would pull out one of the supposedly “nicer” forfeits. After half a minute, she closed her fingers around one of the folded scraps of paper. Handing the piece of paper to Jessica, the blonde Irishwoman scrunched her eyes closed in anticipation of what was written on it. She heard the paper crinkle as Jessica unfolded it.
Jessica’s gaze roved across the word written on the piece of paper. Strip x1 Item! Ha ha, Saoirse isn’t going to like this! “Sorry, Saoirse my girl, you’ve pulled out a ‘Strip One Item’ forfeit!” she said and watched as the Irishwoman’s shoulders dropped. “Which means that you’re a little over-dressed.”
“Oh, nooo!” groaned Saoirse, holding her face in her free hand and wishing she hadn’t just heard those words. Taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, she hooked the fingers of her free hand into her thong and pushed it down the curves of her legs, bending at the waist to do so. A chorus of wolf-whistles and jeers from the audience assaulted her ears as her sexy arse was displayed in all its glory. She then used her formerly free hand to cover her shaven muff. She then shuffled back over to the pedestal-mounted hat.
Jessica couldn’t help grinning at her fellow actress. “Looking good there, Saoirse,” she said, laughing as the Irish blonde stuck out her tongue in response. “Time to pick out your next forfeit.”
Eek! I’m going to be showing my tits to the world! With a nervous look on her face, Saoirse reached into the hat, giving those watching a good view of her bare breasts in the process. Fishing out one of the folded scraps of paper she handed it over to the blonde American actress. “So, how will my destruction start, Jess?” she asked with a cheeky nervousness to her voice.
The other blonde chuckled at this. “Well, at least you can still crack a joke!” she said, unfolding, and reading what was on, the piece of paper she had just been handed. “Saoirse, it’s time for you to take a Baked Bean Bath!”
“Oh, crap!” muttered Saoirse under her breath. The sound of a squeaking wheel drew her attention, and the camera’s, to another of the familiar avocado green bathtubs filled almost to the brim with tomatoey baked beans. Realising what was coming, she gave a wry chuckle. “Well, this is going to be so gross!”
The sound of two people laughing came from behind her and she turned her head to look back over her shoulder. She saw Becky and Charlotte nearly bent over in mirth. “That’s an understatement, Saoirse,” chuckled the redhead. “Everyone who’s gone through this particular forfeit has hated it, I hear.”
“Oh, great!” replied Saoirse sarcastically. “Was that supposed to make me feel better?”
The red-haired wrestler laughed. “Nope!”
Saoirse rolled her eyes. She walked slowly over to the bathtub and lifted her left leg so it was poised above the lumpy orange-coloured slop. Grimacing, she completed the action she was teasing those watching with and let her foot drop into the mass of tomato-covered beans waiting ominosly in the bath. The audience oohed and aahed as the blonde’s gold-coloured, high-heeled sandle-clad foot disappeared beneath the slop. She sighed before stepping into the beans with her other foot. With the audience’s jeering ringing in her ears, the Irish actress sat down, letting out a gasp as the tomato sauce-soaked beans engulfed her arse and trimmed muff. The cameras followed the beans rising over her torso. Eventually, as Saoirse sat back in the bath, the beans lapped against her breasts, making her squirm every time a bean brushed against her nipples.
Charlotte gave the blonde actress a knowing smirk. “Saoirse, surely I don’t have to remind you?”
The ‘Brooklyn’ star glared at the blonde wrestler. Yuck! This is the worst! “No, you don’t, Charlotte!” she huffed, before taking a deep breath and ducking under the upper layers of the beans. The blonde woman disappeared from view for five seconds before sitting back up. Tomato sauce and beans streamed from her hair and down her face and body as she stepped back out of the bath. Dripping tomatoey beans onto the floor, the Irish actress walked back over to the giant top hat. She quirked an eyebrow at the Sin City and Fantastic Four star who had taken over the role of the episode’s primary presenter.
Jessica smirked at the other blonde. “Looking sloppy, Saoirse!” she laughed. “Time to pick your next forfeit.”
“Brilliant,” sighed the blonde Irishwoman, before she reached into the hat. Trembling, Saoirse pulled out another of the ominous scraps of folded paper for the umpteenth time this series. She passed it over to Jessica and waited with her hands covering her face in anticipation.
The main stand-in host grinned as she unfolded the piece of paper. Her eyes widened slightly as she read what was printed on the paper. “Human Banana Split?!” she exclaimed, causing Saoirse’s jaw to drop. “Oh, dear! Saoirse, this’ll be just plain cold. Now, I do believe Becky has the first few ingredients.”
Saoirse looked around and spotted the red-haired woman standing beside an oval-shaped child’s paddling pool which was big enough for an adult to lie down in. A trolley nearby was laden with tubs of ice-cream, the requisite fruit and bottles of chocolate sauce. Catching the blonde actress’s eye, Becky beckoned Saoirse over to her.
As Saoirse walked over, Becky peeled a four bananas. The redhead gestured to the pool at her feet. “Make yourself comfortable, Saoirse,” she suggested with a cheeky grin. “It’ll probably be the last time that you will be tonight.”
With a faint blush on her cheeks, the blonde actress did as directed and lay down on the inflated rubber. With a sense of trepidation settling upon her, she waited as Becky approached carrying two peeled bananas. Saoirse gave the redhead a questioning look. “What are you going to do with those?” she asked, unable to help herself.
Becky held a banana over Saoirse’s face. “Open your mouth wide and you’ll find out,” she smirked.
Saoirse frowned as she did so. In an instant, Becky had shoved the peeled banana down the blonde actress’s throat and effectively gagged her. Saoirse’s eyes widened comically seconds later, as she gasped around the banana that was almost choking her, when Becky shoved the second banana into her pussy. Charlotte walked up with another banana, which she had cut in half lengthwise. The blonde wrestler then nestled both banana halves between the Irishwoman’s tits.
The two wrestlers then retrieved two large tubs of almost melted vanilla ice-cream. Waiting until Saoirse focussed on them, they proceeded to pour the freezing semi-liquid over the recumbent woman, the white ice-cream mixing with the remains of the baked beans that still clung to her in places. As she began to shiver, Saoirse found Jessica standing over her, holding an aerosol can of whipped cream. Jessica then began to spray the contents of the two cans up and down the Irish blonde’s body. Cream piled up over her breasts, belly and crotch. As whipped cream rained down on her, the slender blonde found herself being drizzled with chocolate syrup by Becky and Charlotte. This was topped with a sprinkling of crushed nuts over her from head to toe by all three presenters.
Jessica walked back over to the striped hat, as Saoirse stood and removed the constituents of a banana split from her body. Jessica grinned for the camera. “Well, Saoirse looks good enough to eat!” she laughed. “Although, I think she’s blushing so hard you could fry an egg on her skin. Anyway, Saoirse, time to pick out your next forfeit.”
Still shivering, Saoirse walked over and reached into the white, green, red and blue hat. Giving Jessica a half-hearted glare, the blonde Irish actress handed over another of the scraps of paper she was beginning to dread.
Jessica unfolded the paper and chuckled. “Okay, this says ‘Get gunged with an audience member,” she announced. “But, as you’re the representative of a nation that lost their Week Five match and this is the final episode of the series, we’ve changed things slightly. You must pick two audience members wearing colours that represent where you’re from. In your case, Saoirse, this means an Irishwoman and an American.”
Saoirse shook her head at Jessica’s announcement. “Okay, if that’s the case,” she said thoughtfully, her gaze falling on a busty brunette sitting in the middle of the front row. “I’m going to pick someone who has already been on this stage for the American half of this forfeit.”
Jessica followed the Irish actress’s gaze. “Oh, yes, I see who you’re thinking of,” she chuckled. ” Not even celebrity members of the audience are safe. Come on up here, Nikki!”
A long-haired brunette wearing a skimpy bikini in the colours of the ‘Stars-and-Stripes’ that was barely able to contain her curves stood up and walked over to where Jessica and Saoirse were waiting. ![audience_member-nikki-us_flag_bikini-1a]()
Nikki gave the two actresses a wry smile. “I should have known that this was likely to happen!” she laughed at her current situation.
Jessica smiled. “Yes, I dare say you should have,” she snickered. “So, been enjoying the show so far?”
Nikki smirked. “Yeah, it’s been fun. Have to say I liked seeing Carla Brown get dunked in that slop earlier, especially after what she put me through back in Week Two!”
Becky walked over with a wide grin on her face and a bucket of something lumpy and brown in colour in her hand. “Well, why don’t you dump this over her head?” she asked the busty American, gesturing to the bucket she carried.
Nikki giggled nervously. “Sure, hmmm, what’s in it?”
The red-haired wrestler chuckled. “It’s a mix of custard, treacle and porridge,” she replied. “I wouldn’t want this on me.”
Nikki laughed.” Well, considering the variety of muck she’s slung over me recently, I think this is just the medicine for Carla!”
With that, the busty brunette sashayed across the stage with the bucket in one hand. She stopped at the gunge-filled pit which contained the still-bound Carla and Bianca. Carla looked anxiously up at her friend/nemesis. “Nikki, you don’t have to do this…” she begged.
Nikki snorted. “Nice try, Carla. I’ll give you points for effort.” The busty American estate agent-turned-TV presenter then tipped over the bucket of disgusting slop so that it rained down on Carla’s up-turned, gunge-covered face. The dark-haired glamour model quickly gained a fresh layer of lumpy brown slop all over her face and coating her already thoroughly-ruined hair.
When Nikki finally put down the bucket, Carla wiped the sticky oats from her face and glared at her. “Nikki, I’m soooo getting you back for this in the Autumn,” she snarked.
Nikki laughed. “I’m scared, Carla!” she giggled, before strutting back to where Jessica and Saoirse were waiting. If she ever finds out how much I enjoy this stuff, I’ll never here the end of it! Nikki re-joined the two actresses and threw an arm around Saoirse’s shoulders.
Jessica chuckled, as screens around the studio showed a slow-motion replay of Nikki pouring the extra bucket of mess over Carla’s head. “Right, Saoirse, who do you have picked out from our Irish ladies?”
The blonde Irishwoman smiled. She’d already picked a woman in a green and white, shamrock-festooned bikini. “Well, Jessica, she’s sitting in the second row,” Saoirse paused as all the green swimsuit-clad women in that row cringed. “Two seats from the far-right as we look at the audience.”
The woman in question squeaked in shock. This drew Jessica’s gaze to her and the blonde American actress grinned at her. “Well, aren’t you pretty,” she commented. “Come on over here, darling.”![audience_member-ire11-week5]()
The slender dirty blonde-haired woman walked down the steps from the row she’d been sitting in and approached the five women who were already on-stage. She grinned nervously as the rest of the audience wolf-whistled and cheered. When she reached them, Saoirse and Nikki drew her into a three-way hug.
Jessica smiled at the sight in front of her. “Hello, dearie. Well, you look very much like an ardent Irish fan,” she remarked. “Tell us a bit about yourself, please.”
“Hi, I’m Helen,” replied the lithe, green-clad blonde. “I’m a twenty-two-year-old student nurse and I’m from Tullamore, County Offaly.” Cheers rose from the green-clad sections of the audience as both genders of her fellow-Irish people got behind the visibly-nervous young woman.
“Well, Helen, I bet you wish Saoirse hadn’t picked you for this bit,” opined Becky. “But, she has…”
“And that means only one thing,” interjected Charlotte. “You’re joining her in one of our ‘lovely’ gunge tanks.”
“But, that’s not all,” chuckled Jessica. “As with Eva and Kristina earlier, Nikki and Helen, you will both be joining Saoirse for the forfeits that follow this.”
“Oh, yuck!” exclaimed the two audience members. Startled, they both glanced at each other before bursting out laughing. From where she stood with her arms around both their waists, Saoirse found their laughter infectious and couldn’t help joining in.
While the three scantily-clad ladies were laughing, Charlotte had walked over to the next phone box-derived gunge tanks and opened the door. “Well, ladies, no point hanging around laughing,” she reminded them. “Step in here and get ready for some more sloppy fun.”
With a nervous feeling in their stomachs, Saoirse, Nikki and Helen walked over to the device Charlotte indicated. As they did so, the camera zoomed in on Nikki and Helen’s tanga-cut bikini bottom-clad arses and Saoirse’s baked bean-covered bare backside. When they stepped into the tank, Nikki and Helen shifted their hands’ positions so they now cupped Saoirse’s tits and arse cheeks. The Irish actress blushed as the other two women squeezed her soft, sensitive flesh.
Grinning, Charlotte closed the gunge tank’s door and slid the bolt home, sealing the three women inside. She then put her hand on the activation switch. “So, ladies, are you ready?”
The three women standing in the tank snorted at this. “What do you think, Charlotte?!” retorted Saoirse.
Charlotte got a sly look I her eye. “Well, if that’s how you feel!” she huffed faux-indignantly and flicked the switch. Almost immediately, there came three high-pitched squeals as gallons of chilled custard poured out of a pipe above each of their heads. The thick yellow gooeyness sluiced over their faces and down the curves of their bodies. They were covered in the cold custard within moments before the custard began to fill the tank. All three squirmed as the custard engulfed their feet and then their lower legs. Saoirse, Nikki and Helen squealed louder as the cold liquid covered their thighs and arses. As the custard climbed over their chests, Nikki and Helen let their hands wander.
Saoirse squirmed as she felt two pairs of hands roam over her body.
A shudder ran through her body as the custard flowed over her and the other two women stimulated the sensitive areas of her body.
When the custard reached the level of the three ladies’ chins, the flow from the pipes finally stopped. The three women’s heads were only visible as unrecognisable yellow blobs above the surface of the custard.
Jessica and Becky glanced at the custard-filled tank and grimaced. They had both noticed Charlotte take a series of deliberate steps back from beside the gunge tank. Jessica gave Becky a hard look, to which the redhead shrugged and walked up to the door of the former telephone box. Letting herself chuckle at the yellow goo-covered trio inside, she reached for the locking bolt.
Becky braced herself for the wave of custard that she expected to surge out at her. She wasn’t disappointed. As she flung the door wide, the cold, thick, yellow liquid splashed out and soaked her from the chest down. Saoirse, Nikki and Helen were revealed, clinging to each other in their gooey yellow glory.
Jessica grinned, as she stood beside the ominous striped hat. Slowly, the three women staggered over to her from inside the gunge tank, dripping custard onto the floor as they went. Chuckling quietly, Jessica gestured to the hat. “Okay, Saoirse, please pick out your next messy experience.”
Saoirse let out a groan and reached a custardy arm into the hat, before pulling out the fifth scrap of folded paper. She unfolded it and handed it to Jessica, dreading what she was about to hear.
The blonde American actress read what was written on the paper and grinned. “Whoops!” she laughed. “Spaghetti Filler! Well, that’s obvious for Nikki and Helen, we’ll be filling their bikini bottoms. But, what do we do with Saoirse, she isn’t wearing any, after all.”
“Don’t do anything to me, perhaps?” asked the Irishwoman, hopefully.
Jessica guffawed with laughter at this. “Good joke, Saoirse! We’ll just have to throw it over your head!”
“Oh, no!” Saoirse mock-wailed, hamming it up for the cameras and earning herself a wave of laughter from the audience. Her faked pout turned into a wry grin.
At this point Jessica, Becky and Charlotte had each picked up a bucket filled with tomato sauce-covered pasta and approached the three gunge-covered women. Grinning wickedly, Jessica lifted her bucket over Saoirse’s head and dumped out its contents. Tomato-soaked noodles poured over her head, mixing with the custard that had coated her hair before spilling over her boobs. She glanced through her tomato-stained hair at the busty brunette beside her and saw a nervous smile on her face.
Nervous with anticipation, Nikki brushed a strand of her brown hair back over her shoulder as Becky walked over to her and pulled out the dark blue and white front of her bikini bottoms. With her other hand, the red-haired wrestler poured the spaghetti into the gusset of Nikki’s bikini bottoms.
The full-breasted brown-haired American squirmed and wriggled, as felt the tomato-covered strands of spaghetti slosh against the sensitive skin of her groin. Nikki caught the glint in the Irishwoman’s eye, as the pasta filled her star-decorated bikini bottoms to overflowing.
Becky grinned and let go of the lycra garment’s waistband, letting it snap back into place. Nikki gasped as the spaghetti surged into her pussy, splashed over her belly and flowed down her thighs. The brunette squirmed as she felt the tomatoey noodles flow around her.
Next to her, the green- and white- clad Helen squealed as Charlotte duplicated the actions of Jessica and Becky. The blonde Irish girl wriggled at the feeling of the slop moving around her sensitive areas due to the trapped strands of pasta.
Jessica grinned at the three custard and spaghetti coated women. “Well, ladies, the disciplinary forfeits aren’t over yet,” she revealed. “Saoirse, please, pick your next forfeit out of the hat.”
Grimacing, the naked Irish blonde shuffled over to where the hat sat waiting on its pedestal, dripping custard and tomato sauce-covered strands of pasta onto the floor. She nervously reached a yellow and orange streaked arm into the striped hat. She quickly pulled out one of the pieces of paper, which was grabbed from her fingertips by the blonde-haired American actress-turned-presenter.
Jessica unfolded the paper and flashed the nude Irishwoman, flanked as she was by the pair of sexy bikini-clad women, a wicked smile. “Okay, Saoirse, Nikki and Helen, it’s time for some Salad Dressing!”
The jaws of the two blondes and one brunette dropped open in shock. Before any of the three could respond to what Jessica had said, six stage-hands had walked up behind them carrying catering-sized bottles of thick Caesar dressing. The six bottles of dressing were emptied over the heads of the three women, covering them in the creamy, garlicky, slightly fishy salad dressing. The three naked or half-naked women squealed in shock and disgust as the smelly condiment flowed over their hair and faces. As they did so, the audience cheered and jeered.
Jessica grinned into the camera as she turned her head from looking at the three slop-covered ladies. “Well, no more pulling forfeits out of the hat for Saoirse,” she said with a chuckle. The gunged blonde actress in question groaned at this. “So, we’ll move onto her score-line forfeits. First up, of course, is a pie in the face.”
The blonde American actress suited actions to words and picked up a lemon meringue pie from a steel ‘tea trolley’ that a pair of stage-hands had wheeled on-stage. Taking two steps forward from there, Jessica reached out and firmly planted the pie in Saoirse’s face, giving it a twist to ensure that most of the lemony custard filling and the meringue topping ended up smeared over the Irishwoman’s face.
A glance to each side revealed to her that Becky and Charlotte were mimicking her actions with Nikki and Helen. This left the three women’s faces coated with yellow and white goo.
Becky chuckled at the sight of the two Irishwomen and one American dripping with layers of goo. “I’m glad I’m not you three,” she laughed. “Because we’ve got another gunge tank waiting for you.”
Grinning wickedly, Charlotte stepped forward. “And it’s filled with some disgusting left-overs!”
Both Charlotte and Becky grabbed the three scantily-dressed by their arms and pulled them towards the tank in question. The two wrestlers gently pushed the three women inside and shut the door behind them. With a grin, Becky reached for the activation switch. “Well, ladies, are you ready?” she chuckled, earning three glares from the women in the gunge tank. “Too bad if ye’re not!”
With those words, the redhead pulled the switch. Instantly, a cascade of cafeteria left-overs cascaded over all three. Bits of beef, chicken, fish and vegetables, smothered in gravy and various creamy and tomato-based sauces all mixed together, splattered over them, burying their facial features in the savoury glop. It flowed over the women’s tits and down their other curves, pooling in the bottom of and filling the tank until they were up to their necks in it.
A smirking Charlotte walked over to the door of the gunge tank. “Well, how’s that, Saoirse?” she asked snarkily.
The Irish blonde gave her a wry smile. “Smelly and really lumpy!” she said trying to flick some of the slop at the bikini-clad wrestler. “Why don’t you try some yourself?!”
“I may have to!” giggled Charlotte in replied sliding the bolt free so that the door was forced open by the weight of the slop filling the tank. As a result, the platinum blonde found herself washed with the sloppy left-overs from the waist down. She looked down in disgust. “Yep, that’s gross!”
Jessica chuckled, looking at the three slop-covered women still standing in the gunge tank. Some stage-hands had already positioned the miniature cannons of the ink bazooka facing them. “Well, ladies, you look very sloppy!” she laughed. “But, that sloppiness is about to gain a coating of ink!”
“What?!” exclaimed Saoirse, before she looked down at the floor. “Oh…” Before she could say anything else, there came a multi-angled spray of thick ink which covered her, Nikki and Helen in black ooze from their knees up. They were left dripping with ink, drawing cheers and wolf-whistles from the audience.
“What the heck was that?!” shrieked Helen.
The three stand-in presenters laughed uproariously at this. “That, dear Helen, was our newly-introduced ink bazooka!” chuckled Jessica. “However, the three of you aren’t done yet. Come out of there, ladies, because the Cata-dunk awaits!”
The inky trio stepped out of the glass booth one-by-one and were guided over to where three of the familiar miniature trebuchets waited beside a largish pool filled with a thick and lumpy brown liquid. The three women, two wearing gunk-covered bikinis and one with only the gunge to covering her modesty, nervously sat into the slings of the catapults. The canvas of these cupped their arses seductively, drawing the cameras’ view along with the gaze of the male section of the audience.
Jessica smiled wickedly at the three of them. “Just in case you’re wondering what awaits you, ladies,” she gave an evil chuckle. “The pool in front of you has been filled with a mixture of equal parts honey and baked beans.”
“Uugh!” exclaimed Nikki and Helen while Saoirse’s face paled to a greenish-greyish white.
The ‘Brooklyn’ andd’Little Women’ star had begun to freeze-up as she sat dripping with left-overs and ink. Absentmindedly, she slowly rubbed the bizarre sticky mixture over her chest. How can this be both disgusting and also feel oddly sensual? she asked herself.
“Okay, ladies and gentlemen,” called out Becky. “Seen as this is Saoirse’s last forfeit of the series, let’s give them a countdown… FIVE…”
The actress in question squirmed as the audience’s collective shout filled the air. Did they have to prolong this?! Before she knew what was happening, she noticed the arms of the trebuchets beginning to move. In the blink of an eye, she saw Helen be flung through the air to land with a mucky splash. Seconds later, Saoirse squealed as the catapult’s centrifugal force flung her into the air. She was cut off with a “glumph” as she also splashed into honey and bean mixture, disappearing beneath the surface as she did. Seconds later, Nikki also plunged into the depths of the sticky, tomatoey beans. When Saoirse popped, spluttering, back into view, the other two swam through the muck to her. With wry smiles on their faces, the two women picked from the audience hugged the blonde actress, rubbing the honey-coated baked beans into her body.
Jessica laughed. “Well, that makes another three very messy ladies,” she chuckled. “But now we’ve got to get back to Presenters’ Predictions. Care to handle this one, Becky?”
The camera cut to the red-haired Dubliner. Becky was standing beside where Georgie Thompson and Dua Lipa were still hanging from the beam. “Yes, I do, thank you, Jessica,” she said, laughing. “Now, in Part Three of this week’s Presenters’ Predictions, as you can see Georgie Thompson took on the lovely Dua Lipa for the England versus Scotland match. We’ve had a lot happen already in this episode, so let’s recap what happened.”
She gestured to the big screen mounted on the wall over her right shoulder. It came to life with the familiar green background and yellow and red writing.![presentersprediction-week5-part3]()
Becky grinned. “Well, as we can see, like the others in this week’s Presenters’ Presenters, neither of these two managed to guess the result of this match,” she commented. “Shame on you, Georgie, you’re a sports presenter and you messed this up!”
The blonde in the strapless white dress forced a smile. “What do you expect? I’m a motor sports pundit! This was going to be almost impossible for me to actually stay clean for the whole series.”
Becky grinned. “Alright, alright,” she said turning to the dark-haired singer tied up beside Georgie.
“Well, well, well, Dua,” she mocked. “Not so good for you either. How d’you feel about your upcoming gunging?”
“Not happy!” replied the Ethnic Albanian singer. “I wish I’d considered that there might be a draw at full-time!” She pouted exaggeratedly for the camera.
“Oh, yeah, I’d never guess!” laughed Becky. “Hold on, there’s something wrong with this picture.”
At this point, Charlotte sauntered over, twirling a pair of scissors around her index finger. “Yes, Becky, I do believe that Georgie is overdressed.”
Georgie’s eyes widened as she realised what was coming. “Oh, no! I’ve been on enough CSWL shows to know that scissors mean I can kiss my clothes goodbye.”
“Well, it’s not like you can use your hands to take that dress off, Georgie!” retorted the American blonde. Charlotte then grabbed hold of the hem of Georgie’s white dress and using the scissors, cut a line up the front of it from hemline to neckline. The formerly tight whit fabric crumpled to the floor, leaving the F1 presenter standing in just a lacy white thong.
Georgie shrieked in surprise as the cold air of the air-conditioned studio hit her newly-bared skin, making her shiver. “I hadn’t realised how chilly this studio was before. Brrr!”
Charlotte and Becky laughed. “Yes, Georgie!” they snarked.
Jessica raised an eyebrow at the blonde TV presenter. “No bra, Georgie?” she asked rhetorically. “Well, that’s left Dua overdressed. Charlotte? Care to do the honours?”
The blonde wrestler grinned. “With pleasure, Jessica!” Charlotte sashayed across to where Dua Lipa was still cuffed to the overhead beam. Three snips of the scissors and the brunette singer’s pinkish purple bikini top slipped off her chest and fell to the ground as a crumpled rag. “Eek!” gasped the Kosovar-Albanian-Englishwoman.
Chuckling, Jessica opened the shackles that held Georgie and Dua in one position. They both quickly wrapped their arms across their chests to preserve what remained of their modesty. “Well, ladies, neither of you are going to stay clean and dry for much longer,” she said wrapping an arm around each of their waists. “Step this way!”
The blonde American actress led the two women towards a pair of seats overlooking an eight foot wide circular glass pool. This, as the cameras and studio audience could see, was filled with custard and topped with a one foot deep layer of whipped cream for a total depth of four feet. After a forward push from Jessica, they both sat on the seats hanging out over the cream while throwing nervous glances at the peaks of whipped cream which brushed against the soles of their feet.
Jessica stood beside a lever facing Georgie and Dua. “Well, ladies, the time of your gunging has arrived,” she announced theatrically. “Before you is a world record-sized custard pie… and both of you are going into it!” She laughed as looks of trepidation crossed the faces of the sports presenter and the singer.
Becky grinned at this. “Well, considering what these two are being dumped into,” she announced. “Could our audience give Jessica a countdown before she pulls that lever?” There came a roar of affirmation from the audience.
Briefly covering her ears, Becky grinned evilly. “Okay then… FIVE…”
The audience joined in with Becky’s countdown, as Jessica reached for the lever. Georgie and Dua cringed on their seats. Eventually, the audience yelled out “ONE” and, cackling aloud, Jessica pulled the lever. A pair of high-pitched squeals filled the air as the dunking chairs lurched into motion.
Georgie and Dua felt their seats drop from under them as the cushioned rear of the chairs smacked them each in the back. They were flung forward by the motion and fell, arms flailing, into the cream-covered custard below. They both were plunged deep into the creamy mass, cutting off their screams. Eventually, both women found purchase for the ridiculously-high stilettos on the floor of the glass pool and stood up. Their heads popped back into view above the surface, covered in custard and cream. They both gasped for air and wiped their eyes clear, before sharing a look and bursting out laughing.
“Dua, I wouldn’t know it was you under all that!” giggled Georgie.
“I was going to say the same thing about you!” replied the chuckling singer.
Standing well away from the two of them, Jessica, Becky and Charlotte snickered. As she did so, Jessica walked over to where Emma Watson and Karen Gillan were still sitting on a neon purple sofa at the side of the studio stage.
Jessica sat between the two actresses and put an arm around each of their shoulders. “Well, ladies, how are you both doing?” she asked cheekily. “You’ve just seen the reminder about the score.”
Both the brunette and redhead actresses tried to bury their heads in their hands. “How do you give up a lead like that?!” groaned Emma, her eyes fixed on the green and yellow scoreboard.
Karen looked at the English actress. “Yeah, and now we get to find out what they have in mind for a match that finishes with a draw.”
A look of horror crossed Emma’s face as she remembered the question she’d asked Georgie Thompson during the series preview show. Jessica grinned slyly at the two and reached up to thoroughly muss their hair. “Well, you’ll find out after this commercial break. Don’t go away, viewers!”
Five bars of the show’s theme tune were piped through the studio speakers as the lights dimmed. While the viewers at home were bombarded by the usual ads for insurance companies and washing detergents, those on-stage attempted to settle their nerves.
After those watching at home had sat through five minutes of dreary television commercials, the studio lights were slowly undimmed as the same piece of music played. The camera panned across the ten women currently still swimming in various types of gunge before focussing on Jessica who was now standing behind Emma and Karen’s sofa. The blonde American actress smiled for the camera while her hands rested on the shoulders of the two seated women.
Smiling while letting her hands run through Emma and Karen’s now-silky hair, Jessica walked out from behind the piece of purple furniture. “Welcome back to the final part of our Messy Six Nations Week Five episode,” she chuckled. “We’ve already seen ten lovely ladies get slopped and we’re down to the last two celebrity fans for this series.”
She paused as the audience let out an “Awww” while she walked up to the now-familiar striped top hat. “So, Emma and Karen, could you join me over here, please?”
Emma and Karen slowly stood and made their way over to where Jessica was waiting. Emma nervously brushed a strand of hair back off her forehead. Seeing this, Karen reached her arm around the pretty brown-haired Englishwoman’s waist and gave her a reassuring squeeze, which earned her a brief smile in return. ![eng-emma_watson-white_minidress3]()
Jessica smiled reassuringly at the two young actresses. “Okay, ladies you both represent the two nations to tie their Six Nations match this year,” she began. “To be honest, I’m not sure when the last time that the Calcutta Cup was a tie at full-time! Anyway, we, or rather Georgie, said there would be a surprise if there was a tied game. So, you both are facing the total number of disciplinary forfeits for this match. In other words, you’ll both face each forfeit. Once those are out of the way, you’ll go through the score-line forfeits as though your national team lost by the number of points they conceded. Okay, let’s see what happened in the match between England and Scotland!”
All the eyes in the studio were drawn to the big screen on the back wall, which snapped to life. It showed a green background with the familiar yellow writing.
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A quizzical look crossed Jessica’s face as she worked out what the match statistics meant for the two pretty women in front of her. “Okay, England’s combined scrum and penalty count results in four forfeits while Scotland’s same stats make for two forfeits,” she explained to the increasing trepidation of Emma and Karen. “So, between the two of you, you’ll be picking six forfeits from this ‘lovely’ top hat and both of you will complete each forfeit… and that’s before you face all levels of score-line forfeit including our new ‘Top Secret Forfeit’.”
The jaws of both actress’s dropped in shock. Neither of them were looking forward to this. They glanced nervously at each other.
Jessica grinned at them. “Yeah, that’s probably worse than the two of you imagined,” she chuckled. “So, could one of you pick your first forfeit, please?”
Emma and Karen shared a look, silently asking “You or me?”. Karen made Emma’s mind up for her by wrapping both arm’s around the pretty brunette’s slender waist. Emma briefly rubbed her eyes in exasperation. Here goes nothing! she grumbled to herself. She quickly stuck her arm into the hat and snatched a piece of paper from its depths. While Karen appeared to be trying to bury her face in her shoulder-length hair, Emma nervously handed the scrap of paper to Jessica.
The Sin City/Fantastic Four star unfolded the paper, her eyes widening as she read what was inscribed on it. “Emma, Karen,” she said, looking at each woman in turn. “I’m afraid we need you to Check The Oil!” The audience roared in approval as both women groaned.
Emma threw a speculative glance down at what she was wearing. Damn! White is not going to be a good colour for this. Oh, God! How thin is the fabric?
As these thoughts were running through Emma’s head, Becky and Charlotte gently pried Karen’s arms from the vice-like hug of support she’d been giving the Englishwoman and turned both around so they faced the audience and cameras. The two wrestlers then each picked up a pair of cooking oil-filled clear plastic jugs.
Sharing an evil-looking playful grin, the two WWE rivals lifted the jugs above the heads of the two actresses and drizzled the oil over them. Within seconds, both women’s hair was a matted, bedraggled mess. Emma’s short hair was reduced to looking like a skull-cap while Karen’s longer hair stuck to her back. The oil flowed down their faces, smearing their make-up. The oil soaked their dresses and Emma soon found her tight white cocktail dress had turned see-through, showing off her tits to the camera as her nipples became visible in the cool studio air. The greasy liquid had a similar effect on Karen’s light blue number, saturating the material and showing that, like Emma, she hadn’t worn a bra with the outline of her nipples showed through the soaked fabric.
Cheers and whistles erupted from the audience bringing a deep red blush to the cheeks of both actresses. As they turned back to face Jessica, Karen moulded herself to Emma’s body in an attempt to hide her revealed tits which had been exposed by the oil soaking into her dress. Realising how exposed her oil-soaked white dress had left her, Emma firmly moved Karen’s hands up to cover her own oil-soaked upper bodice and the view of her tits afforded by it. This brought a renewed volley of wolf-whistles from the rowdy audience.
Jessica raised an eyebrow at Emma’s actions, resulting in the brunette blushing even harder. “Well, that’ll give the tabloids something to talk about,” she teased the two young women. “Now, as Karen has her hands full, you’d better pick your next forfeit, Emma!”
“Oh, good grief!” exclaimed Emma, reaching into stripe-decorated top hat. Almost as quickly as before, she withdrew her hand clutching another folded-up scrap of paper.
“I hope this isn’t as nasty as I think,” muttered Karen into Emma’s ear, just loudly enough for the microphones to pick up.
Emma snorted at the Scotswoman’s statement. “With what’s happened already tonight, Karen?” she asked incredulously. “There’s little chance of that. You do remember what happened to you previously on this show?” The brunette heard a groan from the redhead at this.
Jessica had unfolded the paper by this point. “Ooh, this is nasty!” she blurted out. “Ladies, you’re about to take a Honey Bath!”
Emma and Karen gulped, as the sound of a squeaky wheel drew there attention to a pair of white porcelain baths that had been pushed on-stage by some stage-hands. The bathtubs were filled with golden honey which glistened in the studio lights.
“Well, ladies, as with all bathing forfeits, you’ll both need to completely submerge for five seconds,” Jessica brought them both crashing back to reality as Becky and Charlotte tittered in the background. The blonde American actress gave an exaggerated shudder. “So, in your own time. Seems the producers were kind enough to find you both separate tubs.”
Emma and Karen rolled their eyes. “Wow, thanks,” growled Emma sarcastically. Taking a deep breath she stepped over to the nearest tub, as Karen moved to the other. Karen seemed to freeze on the spot when she saw what was in the tub. Emma, however, just flashed a nervous grin and stepped into the honey. She grimaced and tried to scrunch up her upper torso as her lower legs sank into the sticky liquid. With the audience cheering her on, she sat down in the thick sweet goo.
“Ugh…” she moaned as she felt the honey climb up her body as she settled into the bath with the sticky substance coming up to her chest. She could feel it seeping through the thin fabric of her dress, making it feel like a sticky cocoon around her. She looked up at the whooping and hollering audience and smiled grimly to herself as she briefly looked down at the golden sticky liquid swirling around her slender curves. Taking a deep breath, the pretty brunette tucked up her legs and ducked beneath the surface of the brown-yellow goo. Five seconds later, she popped back into view with honey appearing to slope out from her head and shoulders.
In the meantime, Karen had completely frozen. Becky and Charlotte, noticing this, grinned and walked over to her. Before the Scottish redhead knew what was going the two wrestlers had picked her up by the thighs and dumped her headfirst into the sticky honey of the bath she was stood beside. The pretty ex-Doctor Who actress soon emerged gasping for breath. Like Emma, she had been engulfed in sticky honey.
Eventually, after the audience and cameras had got a good look at the two of them wallowing in their honey baths, Emma and Karen climbed out of the tubs and made their way back to where Jessica was grinning at them. Karen again wrapped Emma into a hug, although her hands were moving in a massaging action over the brunette’s front. This made her lean into the redhead’s embrace as she couldn’t get over the sensation of the mix of oil and honey that covered her moving under Karen’s hands.
The American blonde nearly laughed as they almost waddled over to where she was standing. “Well, that looks sticky!” she remarked. “But, we need to keep moving on. Emma, Karen seems to have her hands full…” She paused as the audience laughed. “Pick out the third forfeit for the two of you, please.”
Emma shook her head to clear it as Karen stopped her massaging of the brown-haired woman’s chest. Letting out a deep breath, she reached into the hat, leaving honey on some of the bits of paper before she pulled one out and handed it over.
Jessica grimaced as she unfolded the now-sticky piece of paper. “Well, my hands are going to be very sticky by the end of the show at this rate,” she remarked as her eyes roved over what was written on the paper. “Huh, interesting. Emma and Karen, pick two ladies from the audience and give them each a big hug. They will also join you for all subsequent forfeits. You can walk among the audience for this. Oh, yes, they also have to be either the same nationality as you or from where you live. So, yes, if you’re wearing a St. George’s Cross, a Scottish Saltire or the Stars and Stripes, watch out! So go up there and bring them down here for a good cuddle!”
Emma looked over at Karen. “I’m thinking of left rear,” she said, causing all the women sitting in that area to look around nervously.
Karen grinned beneath her coating of honey, as she looked where Emma had indicated. “Oh, I think I can see why,” she said. “A pair of brunettes is it?”
Emma smirked. “Maybe.”
“Fair enough,” giggled Karen. “I’ve my eye on a blonde and a brunette in the third row myself.” The women who were not in the areas indicated by the two actresses visibly relaxed as the camera panned over the audience.
Emma and Karen walked over to the stairs that climbed through the audience. While Karen moved along the front row, Emma climbed towards a pair of busty dark brown-haired women sitting beside the aisle. One wore a bikini decorated with the Union Jack while the other wore a bikini with the colours of the US flag on it. She smiled at the Englishwoman sitting on the end of the row. “So, Lucy, how long have you known you had an American doppelganger?” asked Emma cheekily, startling the American woman in question.
The woman who had been one of Emma’s fellow celebrity fans earlier in the series smiled wryly at her. “Since I sat down actually, Emma!”
“Oh, really?” giggled the Harry Potter star, reaching out and pulling them both to their feet. “Well, come on. I need to get you both on-stage now.”
The three brunettes walked down the aisle stairs to the stage while Karen zeroed in on the two (un)lucky audience members who she had her eye on. One was a blonde in a red-and-blue-striped bikini with white stars, while the other was a dark brunette who wore a sequined Scottish Saltire decorated bikini. The red-haired actress stopped in front of the two models and grinned at them. “Hi, ladies, fancy seeing you here!” she gushed, earning a pair of bashful smiles in return. She grabbed them both by the arm. “Let’s go, sooner this starts, the sooner you get cleaned up.”
Karen led the two reluctant women down to the stage, where they joined Emma and the two ladies she’d dragged out of the audience. Jessica grinned at the six women who had just stepped onto the stage, in the case of two of them, again. “Well, let’s introduce the ladies that Emma and Karen have dragged out of their seats,” she said, pausing for an onslaught of whistles from the men’s side of the audience. “Obviously at least one of these lovely ladies has been recognised by the boys. Did you all read Nuts, Zoo, FHM and the like???” She paused for more cheering, while some of the ‘lads’ appeared to wilt under glares from some of the women in the audience. “So, we’ll start with Emma’s pair of identical strangers.”
Jessica gestured to the busty brunette in the Union Jack-styled bikini. ![lucy-pinder-union_jack-bikini]()
“Hi, ladies and gentlemen, as you probably guessed, I’m Lucy Pinder.![audience_member-amanda-1a]()
Do I have to go into personal details? It’s on Wikipedia anyway!” A wave of laughter swept through the studio.
Jessica turned and nodded to the second woman, who wore a ‘Stars and Stripes’ inspired bikini. “Hi there, folks!” came the cheerful response. “I’m Amanda, I’m thirty-three and I come from Buffalo, New York!” While she said this, the dark brown-haired American tugged idly with the strings of her bikini bottoms.
Jessica chuckled as she heard this. “Well, you both heard what Emma’s about to do to you both,” she laughed. “So, either she can hug you or you both can hug her.”
The pair of busty identical strangers shared a look before advancing on the honey-soaked actress. The busty bikini-clad brunettes wrapped their arms around Emma’s waist, as the twenty-nine-year-old wrapped an arm around each of them. Lucy and Amanda squirmed as they felt the sticky honey rub off from the Little Women star’s soaked dress onto their bare skin. Emma grinned as she realised what had caused that reaction in the two busty ladies wrapped around her.
Jessica then turned to look at Karen and the two ladies she’d dragged on-stage. “So, Karen, unlike Emma, you picked two celebrities,” she commented. “Interesting choice… Ladies, even though everyone should know you introduce yourselves, please.”
The blonde in the blue. red and white bikini grinned as she licked a red, white and blue ![audience_member-usa-kate_upton-redwhite+blue-bikini]()
ice pop. “Hi, I’m Kate Upton, swimwear model and actress and like Lucy, my personals are probably plastered over the internet.”
Jessica rolled her eyes. “And lastly…”
The brunette in the blue and white sequined bikini smiled. “Hello, my name’s Nieve Jennings. You may remember I was crowned Miss Scotland and Miss United Kingdom back in 2007.”![audience_member-nieve_jennings]()
Jessica chuckled. “Right, ladies, as Lucy and Amanda did with Emma, give Karen a cuddle, please.”
The platinum blonde and dark brunette shared a grin before wrapping the red-haired actress in their arms and letting their hands roam over her dress-wrapped curves. The Scottish actress wriggled as the sticky goo covering her moved over her curves. At two points on-stage, the American, Scottish and English audience members were beginning to get the two actresses rather hot and bothered, even through the clothes they were wearing.
Jessica, Becky and Charlotte grinned at the sight of the almost-writhing sextet. The two wrestlers motioned for the blonde actress to move the show along. “Okay, ladies, before things get out of hand,” she was rewarded by six dark red blushes. The five other then proceeded to wrap Emma up in a massive group bear hug, which barely left her arms free. “Okay, Emma, looks like they’re leaving you to do this again. Please, pick out Forfeit Number Four.”
“Brilliant,” muttered the slender brunette, as she once again reached into the hat and drew out one of the forfeit-bearing scraps of folded paper. She rummaged around briefly before taking out one of the bits of paper which was snatched from her hand by Jessica.
The blonde-haired American grinned after she read what was on it. “Oh dear, ladies,” she said in faux-sympathy. “It’s time to ‘Strip Two Items of Clothing’. I don’t think any of the six of you are wearing any more than that, are you?”
Six heads shook in the negative, as Emma and Karen’s faces fell. Amanda shot a nervous look at the other bikini wearing women.
Jessica grinned at their reactions. “Well, then it’s time to get naked, ladies!”
Six women reached behind their own backs for straps, clasps and zippers. However, Emma and Karen stopped after a few seconds and gave each other a wide-eyed look.
Karen grimaced. “Damn! The zipper on this dress is stuck!” she groaned.
Emma raised an eyebrow. “So’s mine,” she replied, turning to Jessica with a frustrated look on her face. “Do you have a scissors handy, Jessica?”
The blonde presenter chuckled and scooped the requested tool up from a table. She smiled evilly at her two fellow actresses as she twirled it around her finger. She then took hold of the hem of Emma’s dress and snipped a line through the skirts and bodice to the brunette’s throat. Emma peeled the sticky piece of formerly white fabric away from her skin and dropped it into a black bin bag brought on by a stage-hand wearing a swimsuit decorated like the Australian flag and a pair of dark sunglasses. This left Emma wearing a skimpy white lace thong. ![audience_member-aus03]()
Around her, Lucy, Amanda, Kate and Nieve had removed their bikini tops, revealing their large boobs to the view of the camera and audience. While they did so, Jessica had moved around and cut the front of Karen’s dress from neck to hemline. The Scottish actress then pulled the remains of the tight blue dress from her sticky skin and threw it into the bag as well. This left her wearing just a skimpy pair of black silk boy-shorts.
As Karen was dealing with her dress, the four women in bikinis slipped their bottoms down their legs, as the wolf-whistling contingent in the audience made their presence known again. Lucy and Amanda then wrapped their arms around Emma once again, cuddling in to hide their pussies from view.
“Oh, Emma,” remarked Amanda. “You won’t be able to move that thong anywhere. Do you want us to do it for you?”
The slender brunette nodded, as the two bustiest ladies on-stage slipped their hands into the waistband of her thong and slipped the piece of skimpy lingerie over the curve of her arse. Once the scrap of honey-stained white lace was around the Beauty and the Beast actress’s thighs, they let go of it and allowed it to fall into a crumpled, tangled heap around her ankles. Emma blushed brightly as Lucy and Amanda helped her out by moving their hands that weren’t behind her back to cover her pussy.
Karen then wrapped her arms around Emma’s waist once more, while Kate and Nieve proceeded to rip her boy-shorts off, making the redhead gasp in shock. The Scottish actress cuddled into Emma’s back, trying to hide her blushing face.
Jessica, Becky and Charlotte huddled together, surveying the six nude beauties. Becky chuckled. “Well, Charlotte, we’ve both gone from being the most under-dressed ladies here to joint-second most-dressed.”
“Oh, ha-ha-ha, Becky,” snarked back the blonde wrestler. “Back to you, Jessica, before Becky tries to be funny again.” The red-haired Irish wrestler glared at her American rival in response.
Jessica just shook her head at the antics of her co-hosts. “Right, moving on…” she said to the camera. “Emma and Karen, you’ve gone through four of your six total disciplinary forfeits. Emma, it seems Karen’s more interested in using you as a shield. Perhaps you can pick out the next forfeit.”
Emma rolled her eyes. “Considering she seems to latch onto me all the time,” she smirked. “It looks like I’ll have to.”
“Hey! You didn’t have to agree with Jessica,” came the indignant cry from over her shoulder. “And you’re the one using my hands to cover your boobs!”
Emma giggled. “Touché, Karen, touché!” She then reached an arm into the hat. Her fingers brushed against a scrap of paper and she quickly pulled it out of the hat and handed it over to Jessica with a slight feeling of foreboding.
Jessica grinned as she noticed the slight quiver of nerves in Emma’s body as she took the latest forfeit-bearing piece of paper. She quickly unfolded the piece of paper and did a double-take at what was written on it. “Well, ladies, things are getting somewhat cruel,” she said mockingly, resulting in six pairs of eyes widening in fear. “The next forfeit is the ‘Clothes Barrel’ and here to tell you about it is Becky.”
The six ladies spun around and looked towards where the redhead was standing next to six massive wine barrels. She grinned when she had everyone’s attention. “Thank you, Jess,” she said. “Now, I’m guessing that you’re all wondering what the Clothes Barrel forfeit involves. Well, let’s go through it. As you can imagine, all six of the ladies standing there in the nip have brought a change of clothes. However, in preparation for this forfeit, the production team raided their dressing room when they stepped on-stage and removed that change of clothes.
“Now, as you can see each of these barrels has the name of one of these six gorgeous ladies written on it. Ladies, your two pieces of the clothes you were planning on wearing afterwards are in these barrels and you have to get them out. But, this wouldn’t be the Messy Six Nations if there wasn’t something icky in there as well, which is a few hundred kilos of lard. Also, you cannot remove any items of clothing from your barrel using your hands. Back to you, Jessica.”
“Yuck! Thanks, Becky,” answered the blonde actress/presenter. “Okay, ladies, make your way to your designated barrel and fish out what you were planning on wearing when all is said and done.”
Amanda shot the blonde an inquisitive look. “What about if we can’t?”
“Well, Amanda, if you are too grossed out by the lard, then you can use your hands but you will be throwing the clothes in the barrel immediately in the bin,” revealed Charlotte slyly. “If you don’t do that anyway.”
“Uuugh!” scoffed Emma in disgust. “Someone was sick when they came up with this.” She scrunched up her face in disgust as the smell of lard that was left out all day wafted into the air as she walked over to the barrel with her name on it. The other five followed her to the ones which were designated for them.
Kate wrinkled her nose. “Okay, gross! Who’s going to try this first?”
Nieve gave the blonde model a puzzled look. “Don’t be a prima donna, Kate.” The dark brown-haired beauty queen shook her head and placed her hands on the rim of the barrel.
Emma let out a breath. “Okay, ladies, on three. One, two, Three!”
Each taking a deep breath, the six naked women plunged their heads and upper bodies into the nearly rancid barrels of animal fat. Their bare arses were stuck in the air and the cameras focussed on the wriggling flesh of twelve peachy buttocks. Momentarily, they all came up for breath with either a pair of jeans, a skirt or a t-shirt clamped between their teeth. The six sexy ladies were coated from the waist up in thick yellow grease.
Before the other four could react, Emma and Karen had dived back into the lard, trying to ignore the horrible feeling of the greasy, oily liquid slopping around their upper bodies. Seconds later, both actresses pulled themselves out holding the second and last items of clothing, for each of them, in their teeth. They both spat out what was in their mouths and tried to clear the sloppy lard from their faces.
Emma looked at the floor and laughed at the sodden mess that had become of the new jeans and t-shirt that were now in a heap at her feet. It’ll take bleach to get that gunk out of these! That’ll ruin the colour of these jeans, and the same for that red t-shirt. Pity, I quite liked that shade of red. She looked over at the plastic wheelie bin that had been pushed into view by a stage-hand. “Well, this has ruined these clothes beyond salvage,” she griped, good-naturedly.
The slender brunette bent over and scooped up the lard-covered clothes, before carrying them over the bin, lifting up the lid and dropping them inside. She found Karen right behind her.
Realising that their after-show clothes were wrecked regardless, the other four simply reached their hands into the barrels and grabbed their last sodden clothes still hidden in the disgusting filth. One by one they threw the wrecked garments into the bin before wrapping Emma and Karen in hugs once more, grinding against the two slender pretty women, hands and fingers caressing their curves.
Jessica snickered at the actions of the four audience members. “Okay, ease up, ladies,” she said, making the busty foursome stop their actions. “Emma, since you’ve been picking all the previous forfeits out for this group, you may as well finish it up and pick the last disciplinary forfeit out of the hat.”
Emma sighed, rising arousal noticeable in her voice from the hands stroking over her curves. “If you insist, Jessica.”
The brown-haired actress set her mouth in a determined mien and reached into the hat. She quickly grabbed one of the pieces of paper from inside it, passing it to Jessica as soon as she got it out of the enormous striped mockery of a top hat. As she did so, Emma crossed her fingers, hoping that it wasn’t going to be one of the more horrible forfeits that had been seen previously.
Unfolding the final scrap of paper, Jessica grinned at the apprehensive looks on the faces of the nude women. Her eyes scanned what was written on the paper in her hand and she couldn’t stop herself from snickering. “Right, the last disciplinary forfeit of the series is… a Maple Syrup Dip!”
“Eeeewww!” squealed the six women. Before any of them knew what was happening, six stage-hands had come forward with lengths of rope. They wrapped the ropes around the twelve naked ankles, binding each of the six naked ladies’ legs together with one end of the rope. The other end of each rope was tied into a loop and hooked into one of six overhead travelling hoists.
Seeing the rope tied around her ankles attached to the hoist, Emma dropped to her hands and knees in an attempt to avoid face-planting into the hard wooden floor of the studio. She looked around and noticed that Karen had done the same thing. They both shared a nervous glance, before looking over there shoulders. A confused voice above and behind them both caught their attention.
“Emma, Karen, why are you down th…? Oof! Owww!” Kate’s question was cut off by her feet being lifted up from the floor and her upper body smacked hard into the floor. Seeing this, Lucy, Amanda and Nieve quickly followed Emma and Karen’s example. The five lying on the floor smiled wryly as Kate was hoisted into the air upside-down.
“That’s why, Kate,” said Emma over her shoulder as she watched the blonde rub her nose in pain. She then felt the rope around her own ankles tighten and she was also pulled feet first into the air. “Okay, this is a strange feeling!”
Karen rolled over onto her back and grinned up at her fellow actress. “You look great hanging out like that, Emma,” she smirked. “Somewhat like a joint of ham to be honest.”
Emma laughed in spite of her current circumstances. While her hands cupped her groin, she could definitely see the comparison. She then noticed the rope attached to Karen’s legs was moving. “Maybe you should try it out yourself, Karen!”
“Eek!” exclaimed Karen as she too was lifted into the air. She looked across at Emma. “Rather prophetic there, Emma!” she teased the brunette.
From where she lay, Lucy frowned. “Huh, are we being pulled into the air in a random order?” she asked no-one in particular. Just as she finished speaking she felt her legs get lifted from the ground. “Argh!”
In seconds, the busty dark brown-haired English model-turned-actress joined the other three hanging in the air. Amanda and Nieve shared a look.
“Hang on,” blurted Amanda. “It’s in order of speaking out? This is nuts!” Her suspicions were confirmed as the whirring of an electric motor could be heard and she too quickly found herself dangling from the ceiling. A moment later, another motor started and Nieve was hoisted into the air so quickly that she swung back and forth as she left the ground. When all six sexy ladies were hanging with their heads at the same height above the floor, there came the sound of a more powerful motor and they began to be moved across the studio. The six women twisted, trying to see what was about to happen. Momentarily, the six mobile hoists came to a juddering halt and four brunettes, a blonde and a redhead, almost in unison, looked down at a pool of thick dark golden-brown syrup. A brief look of disgust swept across six pretty faces. Then, before they could brace themselves for what was to come, the six motors started up again and slowly lowered them into the Maple Syrup.
“Ugh…! Glumph…” Their moans of disgust as the tops of their heads first touched the sticky goo were quickly cut off as they sank into the syrup. The sticky liquid appeared to quickly engulf their heads, tits, arses and, finally, their thighs the hoists only stopping when each woman was submerged from the bend of her knees to the crown of her head. Then, the hoists went into reverse, pulling them back into the open air. The six slop-covered ladies gasped for breath as they were lowered back to the ground.
Looking at the six syrupy women, Charlotte burst out laughing. “Wow! I’d hate to be you lot!” A chorus of indignant shouts answered her.
The stage-hands untied the six women and they all slowly stood up. Sticky golden-brown syrup dripped from their curves. Jessica looked at them and smiled. “Well, like Charlotte, I’m glad I didn’t end up in that stuff,” she remarked. “And you’ll be glad to hear that that was the last disciplinary forfeit.”
Emma and Karen breathed a joint sigh of relief. Jessica chuckled when she saw this. “Now, ladies, the producers have just been yelling in my ear while you were soaking up all of that maple syrup,” she joked. “Apparently, one of the viewers tweeted that with all six of you getting gunged at once, there wasn’t enough of a focus on Emma and Karen. So, that means that we’ve had to arrange a nice messy send-off for Lucy, Amanda, Kate and Nieve. Emma and Karen, both of you can wait here. The rest of you, please, step over to the red and white cross-hatched area to your right.”
The four busty nude audience members sashayed across to the area Jessica had described. As they walked, the camera zoomed in on their jiggling boobs and bums. The were soon standing in the centre of the red and white painted area of floor.
Becky stood beside a bank of four levers, each of which was painted differently. “Well, ladies, we’re about to drop each of you into porridge which we’ve dyed a different colour,” she paused as the big-boobed foursome squealed in disgust. “Let’s see which of you goes in first.”
The red-haired wrestler pulled on a blue-painted lever. A shriek of shock from Lucy Pinder stopped quickly, as the floor dropped out from under her and she disappeared underneath the bright blue porridge.
Becky laughed aloud, as the other three looked at where Lucy had been in surprise. The Irish redhead was beginning to thoroughly enjoy this segment. “Well,” she mused. “That’s one down! Who’s next?” She reached for a lever that looked like it had been dipped in neon yellow paint. With a grin for the camera she hauled back on the lever, causing another hinged section of floor to fall from horizontal.
A shriek briefly filled the air as Nieve dropped out of sight with a large splash of neon yellow slop. Seconds later, the brunette beauty queen’s head popped back into view as an unrecognisable lumpy yellow blob. Grinning, Becky reached for a bright purple-coloured lever, causing the two women remaining in the red and white area of the stage to flinch.
“Ha-ha! Two down, two to go.” laughed Becky. “What does this do?!” Amanda and Kate cringed in anticipation, wondering which of them was going to be gunged next. As their nervous faces turned back to her, Becky pulled the third lever she was now holding. Amanda let out a short scream as she splashed into the muck below her. Like the others she plunged below the lumpy surface before popping back into view.
At this, busty blonde Kate began to noticeably quiver. Holy Cow! This is sloppier than I thought! She quirked an eyebrow at the Irish wrestler who had rested her hand on the remaining lever.
She merely got a smirk in return. The smirk on Becky’s face morphed into a sly grin and she pulled the final, fluorescent green, lever. Kate’s long blonde hair briefly streamed through the air as she plunged into the disgusting-looking green slop hidden beneath her. The green-dyed porridge splashed into the air as the nude blonde disappeared under the lumpy-looking surface. A few seconds later, a lumpy green blob bobbed to the surface.
As the camera swept over the four women treading porridge as opposed to water in the multi-coloured slop, the raucous laughter of the three stand-in presenters and the jeering of the audience could be heard. The camera eventually panned back to where the three women were straightening up and wiping the laughter-induced tears from their eyes.
Jessica smiled at the two actresses representing England and Scotland who stood nearby with their arms wrapped around each other in an attempt to preserve the few shreds of their modesty remaining as they embraced. The blonde actress chuckled at the sight of her brunette and redheaded colleagues. “Alright, Emma and Karen, it’s time to move on and begin the score-line forfeits,” she laughed mockingly. “And if you thought things were bad before, you’ve not seen anything yet.”
Both celebrity fans frowned at the actress-cum-presenter. Emma gave her a quizzical look, nervously twirling a strand of her shortened brown hair around he left index finger. “Whatever do you mean by that, Jessica?”
“Oh, nothing in particular,” giggled Jessica. “But, first, could you both take a seat, please?” She gestured towards a pair of white plastic garden chairs.
Emma and Karen shared an anxious glance. Emma let out a deep sigh and with a shrug of her shoulders walked over to one of the chairs. Just as she began to sit down, a stagehand placed a sloppy-looking cream-topped chocolate pie on the chair without her noticing. Emma squealed in surprise as her cute bare arse smacked into the chocolate and cream-filled pastry. Chocolate and cream splashed over her nether regions. The Beauty and the Beast star gaped in shock as the sloppy filling coated her skin.
Karen stopped in mid-stride after seeing what happened to Emma. Her head whipped around and she glared at the three stand-in presenters. “I cannot believe you three!” she ranted.
Becky rolled her eyes. “Just sit down, Karen,” she retorted, grumpily. “or we’ll be here all day!”
The red-haired Scotswoman shook her head as she walked over to the second plastic chair. She hunched her shoulders slightly as she began to sit down, just as another stage-hand slipped a second of the chocolate and cream pies onto the seat. Her shapely derriere landed on the chair with a splat as the second pie of their collective experience exploded against her bum. The Doctor Who/Guardians of the Galaxy/Avengers star scrunched her face up in revulsion at the feeling of the mess covering her backside.
Two feet away, the slender brunette actress’s eyes widened as she recovered from her own pied arse and noticed what had happened to the redhead. Emma gave a wry smile before she saw the three hosts walking towards her, each of them carrying two pairs of handcuffs.
When she reached Emma’s seat, Jessica grabbed the Englishwoman’s wrists and cuffed them behind the back of the chair, wrapping the chain of the restraints around one of the plastic bars of the chair back. Becky and Charlotte did the same with the brunette’s legs, shackling each of her ankles to one of the front chair-legs. The end result of this was that the twenty-nine-year-old actress was exposed to the world in all her glory, her legs spread and her upper body bent backwards so that her chest was pushed out. Beneath the sticky goo covering her face, Emma felt her cheeks burning with a dark red blush as the camera’s zoomed in on her exposed body.
In an instant, Jessica, Becky and Charlotte had stepped across to Karen and bound her to her chair like they had done with Emma. A squeaking wheel once more alerted everyone to the stagehands pushing something on-stage once more. The camera panned around to a view of a caterer’s trolley loaded with twelve pies. The two bound women gasped when they saw what had come on-stage.
Emma frowned at the sight. “Hold on!” she exclaimed. “I thought this was a ‘Pie in the Face’, not six.”
Jessica grinned at the brown-haired actress as she picked up two of the gooey-looking confections. “Well, that’s true when the match wasn’t a draw,” she explained. “But this was a game that finished all-square.”
Before Emma could fully work out the implications of this, Jessica smashed the two pies in her hands into either side of her head and smeared them through her hair. When the blonde let go of the pie crusts, they stayed stuck to the brunette’s head.
A moment later, Becky walked up and briefly wondered what she was going to do with the pies in her hands. Grinning for the camera the Irish redhead smashed the two pies into Emma’s chest. She rubbed them around, ensuring that the brown-haired woman’s perky tits were liberally coated with the meringue and lemon-flavoured custard.
While Emma was still getting to grips with the four pies splattered over her, Charlotte sauntered up to her swaying her hips from side to side. Like her fellow-wrestler, she flashed a grin towards the cameras. Flourishing the two lemon meringue pies, she started by splatting one into the pretty brunette’s crotch. This tore a gasp from the English actress’ throat. The American platinum blonde followed this up by flipping the second pie in her hands over to land gooey-side down on the top of Emma’s head. More sloppy lemon–flavoured custard and meringue flowed down the brown-haired woman’s face.
Emma gasped for breath, her senses overwhelmed by the smell and feel of the pies’ constituents. “Oh my God!” she groaned. This stuff has got everywhere.
Chuckling at Emma’s exclamation, Jessica walked back to the trolley and picked up another pair of pies. These were totally encased in pastry, Karen eyeing them suspiciously as the blonde-haired American actress approached. Jessica smirked at the camera before, in a change to what she’d done to Emma, splatting one into the redhead’s crotch and the other onto the top of her head. The pastry crumpled and mushy autumn fruit pie filling splashed over her crotch, while Jessica smeared the insides of the second pie down the redhead’s mane of straight hair.
Karen gasped before gaping in virtual horror as the squashed mixture of blueberries, raspberries, blackberries and pastry tangled into her hair. At this, Becky burst out laughing as she too picked up a pair of pies. With these she sandwiched the other red-haired woman’s head, smearing more of the fruits and pastry into Karen’s once-lustrous hair. However, the combination of sticky honey, syrup and mushy fruit had totally ruined her hairstyle.
Charlotte caught Jessica and Charlotte’s attention and mouthed an appreciative “Wow!” to them as she looked at the actress’s purple splattered head and crotch. Grinning widely, she scooped the final two fruit pies from the trolley and once more sashayed over to a bound woman. Mimicking Becky’s actions with Emma, she smashed each pastry-encased pie into one of Karen’s boobs. The blonde wrestler then smeared the pies around to ensure each of the redheaded actress’s tits were completely covered in the sticky fruity mush.
Emma had managed to blink her eyes clear by this point and gave Jessica, Becky and Charlotte an exasperated smile. “Right, if you’re upping the ante on this,” she enquired. “What are you doing for the next bit?!”
Jessica held her hand above a hitherto unnoticed button. “How about this, Emma?!” she laughed, pressing down on the button. The two plastic chairs suddenly rolled backwards, carrying the two celebrity fans along a pair of tracks embedded in the floor towards a large glass booth.
With metallic ‘clang-clunk’, the two chairs jerked to a halt, almost pitching the two women forward but they were held in place by the handcuffs shackling them to their seats. Both women nervously looked up at what was above them. As they did so, a massive stream of sticky white slime poured down onto each of them. The white slime splashed off their upturned faces in a dome shape. The slime flowed down over the curves of their bodies, adding to the sticky layers of goo covering their bodies. Eventually, the twin flows of white slime ceased, leaving Emma and Karen gasping for breath and gleaming in the lights beneath the coating of white, semen-like slime.
Emma shook her head in amazement. “What was that?!”
Jessica chuckled. “That was methyl cellulose, Emma,” she explained. “Which you may be interested in knowing is more often referred to as ‘Fake Cum.'” The audience cheered and jeered when the blonde actress-turned-presenter said this.
Both Emma and Karen went rigid when they heard that. “You’re joking!” they shrieked.
The three presenters laughed. “We’re no-o-ot!” they sing-songed in unison in reply. Both shackled actresses gulped audibly. As they’d been talking, the studio crew had brought on the ink bazooka’s cannon-shaped nozzles before unlocking the handcuffs from around the wrists of both actresses.
Emma and Karen quickly wiped their eyes clear, only for their eyes to widen as they spotted what was arrayed around them both. “The ‘Ink Bazooka’ again?!” asked Emma incredulously.
Karen shrugged. “I’m just glad we’re not being pilloried to be honest with you, Emma,” she said with a shrug.
Emma quirked an eyebrow at the redhead. “Errr, Karen, we may as well be locked in a set of stocks!” she shot back. “Either way, we can’t dodge this!”
Jessica smirked. “No, you can’t, Emma!” she laughed mockingly, pulling on one of a pair of small levers.
Suddenly, the miniature cannons facing the pretty brunette spat out a wave of thick black ink. In an instant the Englishwoman’s front was coated in black goo from head-to-toe. “Yuck!” she groaned, spitting out a mouthful of the gunk.
Karen stared open-mouthed at Emma. Oh, shit! This going to be gross! She looked back towards where Jessica was still standing, just in time to see the blonde pull the second little lever. She cringed instantly, just before she was splashed with her own coating of the viscous ink.
Emma had wiped her eyes clear of the ink by this point and watched as Karen did the same. When the redhead’s eyes were clear she caught the brunette’s eye. All it took was a quick glance between them and they broke down laughing at their situation, while a chorus of cheers from the audience threatened to lift the roof off.
The stagehands had finally released their feet from the shackles, allowing them to step away from the two plastic chairs. The two actresses each slung an arm around the other’s waist as they sashayed towards the three presenters.
Jessica grinned at her fellow actresses. “Sorry, ladies,” she began, sarcasm dripping from her voice like honey from a spoon. “The Cata-dunk awaits!” The audience roared with cheers and a handful of wolf-whistles split the air.
Emma and Karen were led overtook where the familiar underlying slings hung in the air. When their sexy arses were cupped alluringly by the sling of the two miniature trenches, Jessica grinned at the pair.
“Yes, ladies and gentlemen, we have another Cata-dunk,” she announced, pausing for the cheering of the audience. “And this one’s extra sticky. The pool front of Emma and Karen is filled a mixture of two parts honey to one part porridge.”
Emma and Karen glanced at each. “You’re kidding, right, Jessica?!” asked the brunette, as the blonde presenter took hold of yet another lever.
Jessica laughed. “Sorry, Emma, I’m not!” She pulled the lever.
Emma saw the arm of the catapult begin to move and threw her arms in the air, letting out a whoop of excitement as she was flung into the air. All too soon, the slop-covered brunette splashed down in the sticky oaten goo.
Watching Emma’s reaction and landing, Karen laughed. Oh, God! That’s going to be me in a couple seconds!
Seeing the thoughtful look on the red-haired actress’s muck-covered face, Jessica pulled a second lever.
The sudden movement of the shrunken piece of medieval siege equipment, made Karen scream as she was launched into the air. Her cry was cut off by her ungainly landing in the gloop that filled the pool.
Momentarily, two even stickier blobs broke the surface. Emma tried in vain to wipe her eyes clear with her gooey fingers. Having had more success with that, Karen swam through the sticky slop towards the other actress. Emma started when she felt the other woman’s arms slide around her from behind. Karen then brought her hands up and began rubbing them through the brunette’s short mucky hair. Karen massaged the honey and grains into Emma’s scalp, coating each strand of brown in the sticky mixture from root to tip in the process. Emma groaned in pleasure as she felt the redhead’s slender fingers probe her scalp through the sticky layers. As more sticky oats were ground into her scalp, the brown-haired woman arched her back and rubbed her own hands down her body. , increasing the pleasure coursing through her nerves.
Realising this, Karen let one hand slide down beneath the slop to the junction of Emma’s legs, while the other kept massaging the sweet glop into her scalp. Occasionally, Karen scooped up another handful of the honey and porridge mixture and added it to what she was already rubbing into the English actress’s head. All the while, the ginger Scotswoman’s gentle fingers played over Emma’s most sensitive areas bringing the brunette ever-closer to an embarrassing on-air climax. The brunette couldn’t stop herself from moaning under the ministrations of the woman embracing her, as her body began to lose the ability to stand.
Realising that Emma was likely about to experience a very loud orgasm, Jessica called out to the two women. “Emma! Karen! You need to get out of that pool of slop so we can move on to the next event.”
Glaring at Jessica, Karen stepped away from the other actress and began climbing out of the pool oaty honey. Feeling the loss of Karen’s touch, Emma whimpered before she could catch herself. She briefly splashed back under the slop she had landed in, which succeeded in bringing her back to her senses. She quickly climbed out of the pool behind Karen. Both brunette and redhead were dripping honey and porridge onto the floor.
Feeling both disgusted and somewhat turned on by the events so far, the two celebrity fans walked back to where Jessica was waiting for them. The American champagne blonde-haired actress smiled knowingly at the two of them. “Well, Emma and Karen,” she said. “We’re almost done with you but for the last forfeit, it would be better if you were both a little cleaner.”
While the two women in question were giving Jessica a pair of funny looks, they didn’t notice Becky and Charlotte approaching. Each wrestler was carrying the business end of a fire hose. These, as was shown by a screen in the studio, were connected to a decommissioned Dennis Pump-Ladder engine sitting in the car park. Grinning evilly at the two actresses, Becky and Charlotte twisted the nozzles on the hoses, opening up a massive spray on each of them. Emma and Karen were almost knocked over as the water blasted away most of the slop that covered their skin and soaked their hair, without washing out the porridge oats that had been worked into the two women’s scalps.
Presently, both wrestlers turned off the hoses and surveyed the dripping, bedraggled pair of actresses. They both chuckled as Emma and Karen shivered from the cold water and heavily air conditioned studio. At this point, Becky looped a rope under each woman’s arms, ensuring that they were secured snugly. To their horror a motor could be heard starting somewhere in the roof structure.
Jessica grinned. “Okay, Emma, Karen, this forfeit begins with a dunking in deliciously thick treacle. Enjoy!”
Before they could reply, the brunette and redhead were lifted into the air by the ropes under their armpits and carried across the studio. Ten seconds later, they stopped over a small plunge pool filled with a thick black liquid. Then, the ceiling mounted hoist lowered them into the thick sticky treacle.
Emma and Karen squirmed as their legs were engulfed by the sticky black liquid. Emma moaned, her breathing quickening, as her pussy and arse were seemingly swallowed by the rising treacle. The sensation of being lowered into the treacle also caused a loud groan of pleasure to escape Karen’s lips. A few seconds later, the two pretty women found themselves up to their necks in the thick dark goo before getting lowered completely into the tar-like baking ingredient. After a moment as the cameras focussed on the now unbroken surface of the treacle, the hoist was switched into reverse. In seconds, two black, vaguely human-shaped, blobs were pulled out of the treacle and into the open air once more.
The two actresses were soon lowered back to the ground and a stagehand removed the ropes from around their upper bodies. They were then handed a paper towel each and wiped their eyes clear but this still left them coated with the sweet tar-like gunk from head-to-toe.
Smiling wryly, Karen looked around to see what could possibly be next on the cards for herself and Emma. It was then that she spotted the plastic bags of white feathers in the hands of the three presenters. “Oh, crap!” she gasped. “You’re going to Tar and Feather us!”
Jessica laughed. “Yes, we are!”
Jessica, Becky and Charlotte then proceeded to spread handfuls of feathers over the two treacle-covered women. Bit by bit, the two actresses were covered in the feathers. After a few minutes, they looked more like a pair of chickens than the beautiful movie starlets they were known to be. They giggled as the feathers tickled sensitive body parts when they moved.
Emma looked down the length of her treacle and feather covered body and laughed. “Well, this is an interesting look!” she joked, making the entire studio burst out laughing. She exaggeratedly planted her left hand on a feather-covered hip.
Jessica was still snickering as she turned to face the camera with the feather-covered forms of Emma and Karen forming a backdrop. She stood with Becky and Charlotte beside the gold paint filled pool.
“Well, ladies and gentlemen, that’s all for the Week Five of the Messy Six Nations 2019!” said Jessica. ” And everyone who appeared on this show will receive the official Messy Six Nations swimsuit, hot pants and t-shirt. So, on behalf of our messy friends Carla Brown, Bianca Westwood, Giulia Diletta Leotta, Eva Green, Hannah Martin, Sophie Turner, Natalie Dormer, Katherine Jenkins, Saoirse Ronan, Georgie Thompson, Dua Lipa, our volunteers from the audience Kristina, Nikki, Helen, Lucy Pinder, Amanda, Kate Upton and Nieve Jennings and our feathered friends Emma Watson and Karen Gillan, it’s good night from me Jessica Alba!”
Becky waved jauntily. “Good night from me, Becky Lynch!”
Charlotte chuckled. “And good night from me Charlotte Flair!”
Unknown to the three presenters, the paint covered Hannah Martin, Sophie Turner and Natalie Dormer had crept up behind them and grabbed Charlotte by her dress and Becky and Charlotte by their bikini bottoms, dragging all three women into the paint. What ensued as a result was a six-way free-for-all between the six women in the pool of paint. The soggy remains of Jessica’s dress were thrown out of the paint followed by bras, knickers and bikinis. A scowling Charlotte could be seen ducking Becky’s head in the paint over and over again. After this the camera panned over all the other slop-covered ladies in the studio, fading to black with a view of the giggling Emma Watson and Karen Gillan who clung to each other trying to stay standing.
Nearly two hours later, the twenty-three ladies who’d been messy during that evening’s programme met in a private dining room of a nearby hotel. Cocktails and wine flowed as they all kicked back and relaxed. Each of them was dressed in artistically-torn black hot pants and a white t-shirt emblazoned with ‘Gunged During Messy Six Nations Week Five!’ while the right-hand back pocket of the denim hot pants carried the three word phrase ‘Fill Me Up!’![aftermath3]()
The paparazzi had had a field day as the gorgeous women walked the short distance from the TV station to the hotel.
As they all got tipsier, their antics got more outrageous. Karen, having ordered an ice-cream sundae, allowed it to melt. She then turned to Emma who had just come back with a bottle of Champagne and as many glasses as she could carry. “Emma…” she whispered. “You know what’s written over your right buttock with these shorts don’t you?”
Emma noticed that Karen was holding the bowl of ice-cream. “Yes, I do, Karen,” she answered warily. “But what’s that got to do with it?”
“Oh, this!” snarked Karen, pulling out the waistband of Emma’s shorts and pouring the cold sloppy remains of the sundae over the brunette’s arse. Emma’s gasp brought the attention of the entire room. She blushed while explaining what Karen had just done. The response from the others was the simultaneous filling of each other’s shorts with all manner of sloppy foods. Late that night, it was a freshly slop-covered group who made their clandestine way up through the hotel’s lifts to their rooms.
Author’s Note: Well… this series is actually finished. Anyway, hope you’ve enjoyed it. Any feedback is welcome, is there anything I could improve?
Becky grinned. “Well, as we can see, like the others in this week’s Presenters’ Presenters, neither of these two managed to guess the result of this match,” she commented. “Shame on you, Georgie, you’re a sports presenter and you messed this up!”
A quizzical look crossed Jessica’s face as she worked out what the match statistics meant for the two pretty women in front of her. “Okay, England’s combined scrum and penalty count results in four forfeits while Scotland’s same stats make for two forfeits,” she explained to the increasing trepidation of Emma and Karen. “So, between the two of you, you’ll be picking six forfeits from this ‘lovely’ top hat and both of you will complete each forfeit… and that’s before you face all levels of score-line forfeit including our new ‘Top Secret Forfeit’.”
“Hi, ladies and gentlemen, as you probably guessed, I’m Lucy Pinder.
Do I have to go into personal details? It’s on Wikipedia anyway!” A wave of laughter swept through the studio.
ice pop. “Hi, I’m Kate Upton, swimwear model and actress and like Lucy, my personals are probably plastered over the internet.”
The paparazzi had had a field day as the gorgeous women walked the short distance from the TV station to the hotel.
Five minutes later, jaunty jazz music filled the air as the studio lights came back on and brightly lit the cavernous space. Standing in the middle of the stage wearing the same green leotard and thigh-high boots as in the preview show was Jade Thirlwall.
They both walked over to where Jade watched and waited for them.
She then bent over and slid her uniform down her legs reveal-ing a match-ing pair of knick-ers encased in her sheer white tights. With the tunic pooled around her ankles, she stepped out of it and handed it to Jade before slipping off her red high-heeled shoes. Smiling shyly at the camera that had come in for a close-up, she then rolled the tights down her long legs and off her feet. She tossed the hosiery to the singer-turned-host who piled them on top of the dark blue tunic.
with her hair tied up in a bun wearing a white-belted navy-blue 
tunic, stepped into view from behind a piece of set dressing. They both smiled cheerfully as the audience cheered while the cameras zoomed in for a better view.
wearing a white lace bra and a skimpy pair of matching tanga-cut knickers. She waved to the audience as she walked past them, blowing kisses as she went while the audience cheered and wolf-whistled.
the graphic of Mary and Sally separated by the green swathe with a yellow “V” appeared on the screens again with the voice-over again explaining how the voting was going to work.
