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Carla: “It’s the England v USA results show, and we have a very messy hour coming up. Let’s meet the teams representatives, it’s Ali Bastian and Alison Brie.”
Both ladies walk onto the stage with blonde Ali looking much happier than brunette Alison.
Carla: “Lets remind ourselves of the final score. It finished 45-7 to England, with England scoring 7 tries to USA’s 1. Which means a net difference of 6 tries and 6 messings for Alison!”
Alison tried to smile, and looked down nervously at her feet as she began to ready herself for what was to come.
Carla: “Before we start with Alison’s forfeits, I have great pleasure in announcing the prediction winner. The winning margin was 38 points which means our very own Nikki will be appearing on our show tonight. In fact, let’s bring her out now!”
The immediately recognisable image of Nikki walks onto the stage. Gasps from the audience could be heard as they saw that the brunette wasn’t wearing very much – just a white pair of rugby shorts and white high heel shoes. The topless model was covering her tits using her right hand and a rugby ball.
Carla: “Hello again Nikki. Nice to see you so soon after your surprise appearances on our previous shows.”
Nikki: “I’m still bewildered that I’m appearing yet again!”
Carla: “Haha! If it was up to me, you would be on every show. But you are here tonight because you were the lady nominated by our prediction winner.”
Nikki: “So unfair….”
Carla: “This is very unlike me, but I’m going to give you a chance to avoid any mess.”
Nikki: “Huh!”
Carla: “If you look behind you, we have put together a mini rugby pitch. All you need to do is run from one end to the other to score a try within a minute. If you do, you can go home straight away!”
Nikki: “….and if I don’t?”
Carla: “You get to stay for the duration of the show and maybe a bit longer.”
Nikki made her way to one end of the pitch and saw that it was particularly muddy and very squelchy. On the other side of the pitch were two professional women rugby players who were dressed in full rugby uniform. Nikki gulped as she took off her high heel shoes and began to make her way down the pitch. She scrunched up her nose as her feet and toes sank into the filthy mud and made it hard for her to keep momentum. Meanwhile the two rugby players approached her from the other side of the pitch and before Nikki knew what was going on, one of them properly rugby tackled her to send her sprawling face down in the mud. Nikki however had managed to keep hold of the ball as she tried to squirm to her feet. Unfortunately the other rugby player was in position to tackle her and send her splat into the mud again.
Carla: “Nikki, you have 30 seconds left…”
Nikki was unable to move from her position face down in the mud, as one of the rugby players sat on her whilst the other took great delight in giving Nikki’s hair and face a mud shampoo. Nikki got a familiar sinking feeling in her stomach as she felt hands tugging at her rugby shorts. They were soon pulled down her legs and off her body, to leave her naked. Both rugby players had a bit of fun and wrestled with the naked brunette until she was covered from head to toe in the sloppy mud. At that point, Carla blew a whistle to signify that a minute had elapsed and that Nikki had failed to score a try. Both rugby players hauled Nikki to her feet and walked her over to an area where there were a pair of dangling handcuffs from an overhead beam. Nikki sighed as she was very familiar with the contraption as she had been cuffed in them a few times before, and she had her arms raised and her hands placed into the cuffs before they were locked shut to leave her helpless.
Carla: “After that bit of fun, we need to crack on with the forfeits for Alison.”
Alison gulped loudly as she nervously played with her hair.
Carla: “A difference of 6 scoring tries between the two teams means 6 forfeits. The first one is a relatively easy one, and you have to strip to your underwear”
Alison: “Oh really! I thought I would have to get naked.”
Carla smiles “All in good time Alison”
Striptease music started to blare out from the loudspeakers as Alison slowly removed her top and skirt to reveal a very raunchy partially see-through basque, knickers, stockings and high heel shoes.”
Carla: “Very sexy Alison! I’m going to enjoy sploshing you in that outfit.”
The American blushed slightly and let out a weak smile. She soon brought her hands up to her face as she saw Carla open a large box of eggs and proceeded to splat each one on top of her head. The actress squealed as she felt the eggy yolk explode into her hair.
Next, Carla was provided with a trolley which was laden with opened cartons of custard. Alison turned her nose up at the sight of so many cartons but soon felt the cold custard on her head as Carla poured the first two cartons over her head. Alison gasped as Carla used her forefinger to pull the front of her basque away from her body and promptly poured another two cartons inside. The sloppy custard splashed all over her tits.
Carla let the basque ping back into place before deciding to pull the front of Alison’s knickers out.
Alison: “No! You can’t pour the custard in there”
Carla grinned like a naughty schoolgirl as she ignored the plea from her sploshing target and promptly poured the custard inside. The audience laughed as Alison’s eyes widened as the cold dessert came into direct contact with her most sensitive areas.
Carla: “Do you like chocolate sauce?”
Alison: “Errr Yes…..”
Carla: “Good, because for your third forfeit you are going to you dunk your head into a bowl full of it!”
Another trolley was wheeled on, but this time it had a large bowl positioned on it, which had been filled to the top with chocolate sauce.
Alison turned to Carla “Do I have to?”
Carla: “Yup”
Gingerly, the actress gripped both sides of the trolley with her hands and slowly lowered her head until it was just above the bowl. An inpatient Carla looked at her watch and decided to make things go quicker. She placed her right hand on top of Alison’s head and forced her face to go splat into the sauce. Spluttering, Alison moved her chocolate coated face out of the bowl, only for Carla to use her hand to dunk her head again, but this time making sure her whole head went into the sauce. With her other hand she gave Alison’s hair a quick chocolate sauce shampoo, before allowing the lady to pull her head out of the bowl.
Carla: “For your next forfeit, you are going to be placed into a slingshot mechanism.”
A worried looking Alison obeyed Carla’s command as she was sat down on the slingshot contraption, and it was moved so that she was facing two rugby posts that had been swiftly erected.
Carla: “I am going to try and slingshot you between the posts and into the honey pit on the other side. If I succeed then there will be a bonus forfeit.”
Alison: “What if you miss?”
Carla: “Don’t worry Alison. First of all, I’m a good shot and secondly the honey pit is surrounded by lots of sloppy mud, so if I do miss then you will be getting muddy instead.”
Without further ado, Carla made a couple of slight movements to where the slingshot was facing and pressed the big red button. Alison squealed as the contraption catapulted her into the air and over the rugby posts, before gravity took over and Alison landed face first into the sticky honey pit.
Carla: “Yes! Bullseye!”
The host skipped over to where Nikki was handcuffed, and grinned insanely at her.
Nikki: “Why are you so happy?”
Carla: “Because you are about to receive the bonus forfeit. Enjoy!”
All of a sudden a compartment opened above Nikki’s head and the muddy lady squealed as large amounts of thick double cream splashed all over her.
Nikki: “Yuck!”
Carla: “Hey, that makes a nice contrast with the brown mud.”
Gloopy sounds could be heard from the honey pit as the lingerie-clad Alison clambered out. Her whole body was covered in sticky honey, and her stockings glistened under the studio lights.
The two rugby players from earlier re-appeared and escorted Alison to where Nikki was cuffed and another pair of dangling handcuffs had been set up. Alison was soon cuffed next to Nikki as Carla observed the messy duo.
Carla: “Two more forfeits to go, and I thought that you could both receive them jointly. However, we need to make this equal, as Alison seems to be wearing a bit more clothing than Nikki.”
Alison squealed as one of the rugby players ripped her basque and knickers clean off, to leave her wearing just stockings.
Carla: “Ok that’s much more even! Haha! Time for the penultimate forfeit, and you will both be shortly dropped into vats under the floor.”
Both Nikki and Alison looked puzzled, but then heard a whirring sound as the floor beneath them parted to reveal it was a false floor, and to also confirm there were two vats underneath. All of a sudden the overhead beam started to drop which had the effect of moving both ladies downwards and into their respective vats. The beam was lowered until both ladies had delved fully under the surface of the vat contents, and then reversed its motion and started to pull them out. It became instantly obvious that Alison had been dipped in a vat of sticky molasses, and that Nikki had been treated to a dip in a vat of thick green gunge.
Both ladies were covered in their respective messes, as Carla announced the details of the final forfeit.
Carla: “For your final forfeits, we are going to give you some custard pie spankings.”
The two women rugby players re-appeared, but this time they were each pushing a trolley which had been laden with custard pies. They parked the trollies behind both ladies, and set themselves ready in position.
Nikki and Alison glanced at each other and grimaced, as the spankings started. Custard and cream splattered across their naked bottoms and down the backs of their legs as the rugby players smacked pie after pie onto them. The audience laughed as it proved to be quite a comical sight, as the force of the spankings was making the bodies of Alison and Nikki jiggle around, causing great views of their bouncing tits.
After 30 pies each, the contents of the trollies were fully used up and Alison and Nikki had received a thorough custard pie spanking.
Carla turned to the camera “That’s it for this episode! I hope you all enjoyed it at home. Tune in again soon when we will feature another rugby match from the World Cup. Until then, goodbye!”
Nikki mumbled in the background “I’ll get you back for this Carla! You see if I don’t!”