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“It’s gunging time,” says Emma Crosby, “but who is going to have her revenge, will Emma still be in poll position and will Christine regret her gamble?”
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“I have the result’s her, but first let’s bring back our ladies, at the halfway point in the voting, it appeared that our first gambler was going to have to pay the forfeit, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome back Christine.”
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“Christine, there has hardly been a turnaround of the proportions you need?”
“I hope there has been, I really don’t want to get gunged,” says Christine looking nervously at the chair.
“And don’t forget Christine as you selected a level 3 gunging you would have to suffer the forfeit in your underwear.”
Christine’s face showed that this had not been forgotten about.
“Christine was of course looking to get revenge on Alex. So let’s bring her back out.”
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“Alex in the last series more episodes saw a turnaround in the voting between the update and the final result, given that there was none in the first episode of this series, by the law of averages there should be one today.”
“There will not be, I am certain that the gap was big enough to account for any small change in the votes.”
“We shall see Alex, hoping that you are right and that there is no change in the result is our second gambler Emma Willis.”
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“Emma, as Alex stated you had a large lead on Christine at the midpoint in the voting, will it be enough to see you over the line?”
“Or course it will be, in fact I think if anything the difference will get bigger and very soon Laura will be getting messy.”
“Emma sounds confident, which would be bad news for Laura.”
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“I hope not, I think Alex and Emma would look much better covered in gunge than Christine and I, so I believe that there will be a turnaround in the results,” answers Laura.
“Well only two of our ladies can be right, so which two will it be? Well at the halfway point there were 405 votes cast, since then a further 428 votes have been cast. I can also tell you that the percentages have changed, but I can now reveal that once again there were more votes for Emma to get her own back on Laura, so with a total of 496 votes which equates to 59.5% of the total vote Emma Willis has one.”
Emma and Alex look delighted, Christine covers in face in shock, while Laura just shrugs.
“Emma you look delighted.”
“Thanks Emma, I am, although I never doubted the result, that doesn’t stop you getting nervous. Thanks everyone for voting for me, I will reward you with a very special gunging of Laura.”
“Hear that Laura, it appears that Emma has something special in mind for you.”
“Do your worst,” says a defiant Laura.
“Oh I intend to,” Emma retorts.
“Ladies, save your energy because before we get back to you too, Christine has to pay her forfeit and I must say Alex looks happy about that.”
“I am Emma, I am going to make sure that Christine regrets messing with me, and if I have to get my own hands dirty to prove that, well I don’t mind that.”
“Hear that Christine, if Alex is willing to get her own hands dirty, I dread to think what she has in store for you.”
“I can’t believe this, this wasn’t supposed to happen,” says a still shocked Christine.
“Well happen it has, but don’t forget Christine, before I hand you over to Alex, you need to strip down to your underwear.”
Christine looks at Emma as if to say you can’t be serious, and then to Alex pleadingly.
“I don’t know why you are looking at me like that,” says Alex, “this is exactly what you had in mind for me had I lost the vote.”
Christine steps out of her high heels before reluctantly reaching behind her back and unzipping her dress. She holds it to her body before taking a deep and breath and letting it fall to the ground revealing a matching white bra and knickers set. She tries to ignore the catcalls and whistles from the studio audience as Emma picks the dress off the floor, “I’ll take that for safe keeping,” she says.
“What are you waiting for, take a seat Christine,” says Alex who is failing to keep the smile from her face. “I have three buckets for you, but first let’s get you secured in that chair,” says Alex as she straps Christine’s wrists and then her ankles to the chair. Christine feels extremely vulnerable sitting in her underwear in a chair unable to protect herself with her hands.
“Well Christine, I decided to take inspiration from some of the shows you have presented and for the first bucket I took inspiration from the show that brought us here this evening, The One Show, as you know we often have food features on show and also that the show has red titles I thought I would combine these and in the first bucket I have some tomatoes for you.”
Christine winces at the thought of this but there is no sympathy from the watching crowd as Alex approaches her with the first bucket, “I think I need a countdown from 3,” she says and the studio audience are happy to oblige, “3…..2…..1” Christine shuts her eyes and hunches her shoulders at 1 to prepare herself. Alex slowly starts to pour and at first it is just tomato juice that emerges from the steel bucket, it turns out that the tomatoes in the bucket has been mashed up. Christine’s hair becomes matted under the flow of juice and some begins to trickle down her face, but all in all Christine thinks that this first bucket is not too bad, however, it is at this precise point that Alex’s tips the bucket to such a point that the more solid pieces of tomato slip over the bucket’s lip and fall onto the top of Christine’s head with a plop. Much of this tomato gets caught up in Christine’s hair giving it what appears to red streaks through it. Some larger pieces of tomato fall down onto Christine’s shoulders and down over her face. The camera focus on one large piece of tomato as it slowly slides down the centre of Christine’s forehead and down her nose. It hangs on the end of nose momentarily before if falls down landing squarely between her breasts and becoming caught in her bra. In fact of the tomatoes that have made their way down the top of Christine’s torso very few have made it past her bra, and have turned it from white into a more two tone red and white colour. It has also had an additional unseen effect, but one that Christine is worried about as she can feel the weight of the tomatoes are pulling down on the bra.
“Christine, I need you on your back for the second bucket,” announces Alex tossing away the first bucket and hitting the chair’s remote putting Christine flat on her back. Christine is happy that she is no longer starring out into the audience, and concentrates on the studio lights and cameras that are directly above her, rather than what Alex is preparing for her. “So Christine you left The One Show, for Daybreak, which of course was breakfast television. I have taken inspiration from breakfast for the second bucket, which leaves me with a question for you Christine, how do you like you eggs in the morning?”
“I am going to say not all over me,” replies Christine.
“That’s a shame Christine because that’s the one thing I can’t promise you. You see I didn’t know what you might like so this bucket contains a fairly complete selection. I have included fried, poached, scrambled and boiled, both hard and soft, and just in case you were one of those people who liked them, there are raw eggs included as well. These have all been mixed up in this bucket to give this yellow, what I can only describe as sludge and the smell is not too nice either.”
Christine continues to look straight up so as not to see Alex approaching, but Alex was not lying about the smell as she can smell the bucket as Alex passes by her head on her way down to her feet. It is there where Alex commences to pour over her feet. Christine wiggles her toes as these are covered in egg, and is unable to suppress a giggle as the egg slips down the sensitive soles of her feet. Alex hears this and turns to the audience and says, “Do you hear that, it sounds like Christine is loving this.” Christine wants to scream that this is not the case but with Alex running her fingers up and down the soles of the feet, it is all she can do to stop herself from bursting out laughing. Alex seems happy to have inflicted further humiliation on Christine and starts to pour the eggy mess once more working slowly up Christine’s left leg, then her right until these are completely coated. Alex is happy not to go any higher with the second bucket, although some of the egg has splattered onto Christine’s white knickers. She shifts uncomfortably in the chair as the egg begins to harden under the bright studio lights.
A view from the camera directly above Christine shows the result of the two buckets to date, her hair, head, shoulders and upper torso are red, while her legs are light yellow.
Alex picks up the third and final bucket and approaches Christine, “For my last bucket I thought we might acknowledge your work on Dancing on Ice, and so I have some lovely ice cream for you, the bucket has vanilla and strawberry, chocolate and banana and some others as well, so enjoy.” As Alex finishes talking she starts to pour what turns out to be a light brown sludge onto Christine’s stomach targeting her belly button. Christine shudders in the chair as the cold ice cream makes contact with her bare skin. Alex continues to pour onto the same spot causing a mountain of ice cream to form on the Christine’s belly. “Time to get my hands a bit dirty, you don’t mind do you Christine?” asks Alex without getting a reply. With that she starts to spread out the ice cream over Christine’s belly. Christine is extremely uncomfortable as Alex spreads the ice cream out from the top of her knickers to the bottom of her bra.
“Guess what Christine, I am not done yet because there is still some ice cream in the bucket,” says Alex reaching into the bucket with her right hand and extracting a handful. She walks t Christine’s left side and carefully places the ice cream on Christine’s breast right on the line where her bare skin meets the top of her bra. With a wicked smile Alex then uses her fingers to start to work some on the ice cream under Christine’s bra.
“Stop that,” screams Christine.
“Make me,” responds Alex as she continues to play with the ice cream. Happy with how much is now contained inside Christine’s bra she uses a second handful to build up a cone on Christine’s breast. She then repeats the same process on Christine’s right breast until they are almost identical.
“Christine, they look almost good enough to lick, but I think I am missing something, I know,” says Alex who disappears below the back of the chair and emerges with two wafer cones that the places on top of the ice cream which is on top of Christine’s breasts.
“Oh look, there is a handful left, and I know a perfect place to put it.” Before Christine has the time to suggest where she would like to put the ice cream Alex is on the move and she pulls away the top of Christine’s knickers and stuffs the ice cream inside.
“Oh god, not there,” screams Christine but her protests have no effect on Alex who snaps Christine’s knickers back into place forcing ice cream to ooze out.
“Bad news Christine, my buckets are all empty,” says Alex with mock sincerity, “however, we have one last mess for you, and in honour of you as a TV presenter, we have TV dinners.” At this point Alex presses a button and the floor below Christine’s feet retracts. Tied to the chair as she is, Christine cannot see what awaits her so Alex explains. “Apparently all these stores had all these prepared dinners to throw out and I have neigh (snigger) idea why so awaiting you is a pool of prepared Lasagne. Now they all got messed up as they were thrown in so no nice layers here, but I’m sure you won’t mind.” Alex presses a button and Christine’s chair begins to rotate. With her strapped to the chair it moves slightly quicker as there is no suspense as to when she will slip off. Pretty soon she is vertical, starring at Alex who stands at the opposite side of the trap door, and trying to avoid looking down into the slop below her, as some of the excess mess falls from her body into this.
“Well Christine, it was your choice to try get your revenge on me, but you failed, so enjoy your trip,” says Alex pressing a button and releasing the straps holding Christine to the chair. Screaming she falls down into the pool of brown and white and yellow lasagne mess. This is a mistake as she gets a mouthful of lasagne before she disappears below the surface. The wafer cones remain above the surface, pointing to where Christine has disappear, but other than this there is little sign of her until her head breaks through the surface. Her hair is covered in white sauce with speckles of yellow cheese on it. It is quite sticky and Christine has little success in trying to wipe it from her face. But then again, how could she give that her hands are covered in minced meat. “Oh God, get me out of her,” she says struggling to make her way through towards the edge of the pool.
“Sorry Christine, but you’ll have to stay there until the end of the show,” says Emma who has appeared beside Alex. “I think you enjoyed that Alex.”
“I sure did Emma, I don’t think she’ll be messing with me anymore.”
“I think I can say that everyone here enjoyed that too, well maybe not everyone, what do you think Laura?”
The spotlight turns on Laura who is sitting with Emma at the edge of the stage. “Is that what is going to happen to me?” she asks nervously.
“That’s up to Emma, but we will all find out after this short break.”
Far too soon from Laura’s point of view the break is over and to the TV viewing public it looks as if Christine’s gunging has never happened as the chair has been cleaned and made ready for its next occupant.
Emma Crosby turns to the camera, “Welcome back to the show everyone and if you are only just joining us, where were you, you missed an epic gunging inflicted on Christine Bleakley by Alex Jones.” The camera momentarily switches to Christine who has managed to wipe off her face but is still in a pool of lasagne. “But that of course is only half our show, because you voted for Emma Willis to get her revenge on Laura Whitmore, so without further ado allow me to hand you over to Emma to commence her level 3 gunging of Laura.”
“Thank you Emma, and thank you all for voting to see this, very soon I shall be pouring my first bucket over Laura, but before I ask her to sit down, it’s time for her to save her dress and shoes from a messing by removing them now.”
Concern for the wellbeing of Laura’s dress and shoes has nothing to do with Emma’s order but Laura knows that pointing this out will not do her much good as she steps out of her heels, but at least Emma is right and these will be saved she thinks. She reaches behind her back and unzips her dress. As she lets this drop to the floor she tries to cover her underwear with her hands and arms to little success.
“My, my Laura, I think if I was in danger to getting them messed up I would have worn more substantial underwear than that,” says Emma as Laura’s flimsy white lace bra and thong are exposed. “Anyway time to get in the chair,” says Emma hooking her arm through Laura’s, turning her back to the audience and leading her towards the chair. The audience roars in appreciation as Laura’s barely covered ass is turned to them, which causes Laura to groan in embarrassment. Emma has Laura sit up in the chair before she walks to her feet and straps her ankles in. She then walks to Laura’s side and signals for her to put her wrists in position so that she can lock this in too. Laura is currently using her arms to protect what little of her modesty she has left and is hesitant to do that, “Do you have to do that?” pleads Laura. “Of course I do Laura, yours is a level 3 gunging, and anyway you only wear underwear like that to be seen,” replies Emma grabbing Laura’s left wrist and strapping it in. To be seen by one other person thinks Laura, not by hundreds in a studio audience and however many are watching on TV.
“Now that’s done Laura,” says Emma standing back to allow the camera to get a good long shot of a nearly naked Laura strapped into the chair, “it’s time to get on with the buckets, and I thought that in honour of your homeland that we would make you an ingredient in an Irish Stew, but not just any stew, but a Guinness Irish stew, which means that the first bucket I have for you is indeed Guinness.”
Laura closes her eyes in anticipation of a coating of Guinness as Emma picks up the first bucket and positions herself behind Laura’s head. Very carefully she starts to tip the bucket and slowly at first the Guinness lands squarely on Laura’s head. Her blonde locks are soon turned a shade darker as the Guinness coats every inch of it. Her once perfect locks are a matted mess. The Guinness runs down her back causing her to squirm in the chair, some of it even finds its way all the down her back and pools in the bottom of the seat under her backside. Emma moves the bucket forward slightly which makes the Guinness run down Laura’s face rather than the back of her head. She keeps her eyes closed as the Guinness runs down over these, over her nose, her mouth and down to her torso. Just as Laura is thinking that this is not the worst mess she could have been faced with a cheer sounds from the audience. Emma stops pouring, the bucket being empty and Laura opens her eyes, to see Emma standing over her, “just as I suspected, your underwear is not up to the task of getting gunged.” As Emma steps aware Laura can see herself in a giant monitor, the camera zooms in on her breasts, she is shocked as she sees that her bra is much less opaque then what is was when it was dry and the shape of her breasts are quite clearly visible under the sodden material.
“Wasn’t that fun Laura, I think all those watching enjoyed it too, and that was only the first bucket, I think I’ll put you on your back for your second,” says Emma reclining Laura’s chair until she is horizontal.
“Even with Guinness you still need a good beef stock, not normally this would be quite fluid, but it seems that it was left on too long, and became too thick for a normal stew, but you don’t mind do you Laura?” Emma does not expect, nor does she get a response as she picks up the second bucket and walks to Laura’s feet. Targeting Laura’s feet first she starts to pour out the stock. She wasn’t joking about the thickness of the stock, it is more like a sludge than a stock as her wriggling toes disappear below it. The sludge pours very slowly out of the bucket leaving Emma little choice than to work her way up Laura’s legs turning these brown as she goes. Laura finds the sensation of the stock sliding over her slender legs awful and her face gives this away. The stock is so thick that Emma is disappointed to find that the bucket is empty by the time she reaches Laura’s mid-thigh.
“Oh well, 2 buckets down, and only one to go and it’s vital to have the proper consistency of mashed potato with your stew and I have thrown the other vegetables into this bucket as well. I have to say, I love what Alex did to Christine, so I think I will copy her,” says Emma before dumping half the bucket of potato and vegetables out onto Laura’s stomach. Laura raises her head and looks at the mountain of white potatoes on her stomach, she can spot pieces of carrot, onion, mushrooms and scallions in it as Emma puts the bucket to one side and stands over her. “It does mean I have to get my hands messy, but I am willing to pay that price,” she says as she delves her hands into the potatoes and starts to spread it out over Laura’s torso. Despite herself Laura giggles as Emma’s nails rake across her stomach. “Ticklish are we?” asks Emma but she doesn’t get a response as Laura is trying to hold herself from bursting out laughing in her current position. It is a battle she is destined to lose as Emma continues to drag he nails across her belly while spreading out the mashed potato. Laura begins to struggle in the chair before bowing to the inevitable, despite her exposed body and being covered in various messy substances she is now laughing out loud. Emma steps back slightly as Laura’s struggles in the chair are sending bits of potato flying in many directions. As Laura calms down Emma scoops up some of the potato that remains in the bucket and despite protestations from Laura, pulls away the left cup of her bra and forces potato inside. Laura rolls her eyes at this latest, not unexpected, turn of events and watches closely as Emma repeats the process on her other side. She looks worriedly at her bra knowing that the flimsy material in it was never intended to be soaked and to be stretched to the point of breaking as it currently is. Emma still has one final handful of potato to go, and Laura knows exactly what she has planned having seen what Alex did earlier in the show and grimaces as she watches Emma pull away the thin material of her thong and stuffs the potato inside. She squirms as Emma violently pulls her thong back into place and forces potato into places where a good Irish girl would never expect to find potato.
Laura is at least grateful for two things at the moment, firstly that Emma has exhausted her 3 buckets meaning that her ordeal is almost at an end, and secondly that her thong didn’t come away in Emma’s hand given how hard she pulled it back into place. Emma starts Laura revolving into the vertical position, “Laura, we are almost finished, but there is one last ingredient required which is, of course, meat. Now a local abattoir were only too happy to provide us with some, apparently some issue with contamination, so they did us a great deal, but be aware that it was marked not fit for human consumption so don’t be eating any of it when you are down there,” says Emma. Laura is completely vertical when Emma opens the trap door, she looks down and immediately notices that the meat is not raw as she had expected. As if reading her mind Emma states, “The meat has been well browned just as you would expect in a stew, so enjoy it Laura!” With that Emma uses the remote to release the restraints holding Laura in place allowing gravity to send the screaming lady falling into the pool of meat below. Laura’s screaming is cut off as she enters the pool feet first, she remembers what Emma said about the meat and closes her mouth just before her head disappears below the surface. Laura finds the texture of the meat disgusting but there is little she can do as the meat gets everywhere as she tries to break her head through the surface of the meat. When she does the audience laughs as they see her meat covered hair, the Guinness having proved to be a natural solvent in attaching the meat to her hair. As Laura gets her bearings she notices something on the surface that she did not expect to see, “Oh no, my bra,” she says her hands automatically going to her chest to cover herself. She need not have worried as her chest is below the level of the meat in the pool, although her reaction has led to much merriment in the audience, and Emma Willis looks very pleased with her evening’s worked as Emma Crosby rejoins her on stage.
“Congratulations Emma, I think you enjoined getting your own back on Laura.”
“I certainly did, thanks to all the voters who made it happen.”
“So that’s it for the current episode, be sure to join us next time when we will have two more ladies looking to get their own back,” says Emma ending the show. The camera cuts to a high shot which shows two pools one with Christine and one with Laura, both of whom are anxious to get out.
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