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“Welcome to the Final Results Show where our 2 ladies are waiting to hear the final score. We have kept them away from any news or TV, so they are both unaware of what has happened at Selhurst Park tonight. Let’s bring them on now.”
Susanna and Kirsty join Orla on stage, and took a look at what surrounds them on the studio set.
Orla noticed them both looking around, and smiles “As you can see ladies, we are prepared for all eventualities, we have gunge tanks, dunk tanks, and all sorts of other treats just waiting for you. Obviously it all depends on the final score tonight and how the match played out.”
“Can you please get on with it Orla!”
“Ok, Ok. It seems Susanna is a bit impatient. Perhaps you want another egging?”
“Err, no thank you.”
“Haha.”
“ Now Kirsty, I see you have dried out a little from earlier on.”
“Yes, that cold milk got poured inside my dress, so I’m glad I’ve been able to dampen it down a bit.”
“Let’s hope you don’t get another cold substance poured over you?”
Orla titters, as Kirsty gives her an evil stare.
“On to the result then, and I can announce that after a cagey beginning, Liverpool were the victors and won the match by 2 goals to 0.”
Kirsty let out a cheer as Susanna sighed disappointingly.
“There was also 1 booking per team and 1 sending off for Palace.”
Susanna rolled her eyes at this additional information.
“Let’s make a start then. Susanna, a sending off is a serious offence and we need to pick a forfeit that is in line with the offence.”
The masked man walked up to Susanna and fanned out 5 envelopes. Susanna picked the middle one and handed it to Orla.
Orla opens the envelope and reads out the contents “Strip 3 articles of clothing”
Susanna is open-mouthed as she contemplated what this will mean. To claps from the audience, she starts to take her blue dress off and let’s it slip to the floor. The audience wolf-whistles as this reveals a matching blue bra and knickers, and Susanna’s sexy body. She goes to kick off her shoes, but Orla stops her.
“Not so fast Susanna. You can’t count your high heel shoes as part of the 3 items.”
“But that means I’ll have to take off my bra and knickers – I’ll be naked!”
“Not quite, you’ll still be wearing your fancy high heel shoes.”
Striptease music suddenly blurts out as Susanna unclasps her bra and lets it fall to the floor and quickly pulls her knickers down to her ankles and steps out of them. The audience get a momentary glimpse of her bouncy tits and muff, before Susanna immediately covers her muff with her right hand, and uses her left arm and hand to cover her tits.
“Right then, for 1 goal conceded we have some custard pies for you. The masked man hands Kirsty and Orla a custard pie each. Without warning Kirsty slaps her pie straight into Susanna’s face and Orla follows up by planting hers on top of Susanna’s head.
Susanna lets out a wry smile as she has custard and cream in her face and hair, and dripping onto her naked body.
“I think we’ll now spin the Forfeit Wheel for the booking that Palace got.” The masked man duly obliges and it lands on a segment called ‘custard bottom’
A chair is brought out and a large sloppy custard pie is placed on top of it. Orla looks at Susanna “You know what to do.”
Susanna walks to the chair and can’t help but look super sexy as she continues to user her arms and hands to cover her modesty. Cautiously, she starts to sit down until her naked bottom is hovering over the pie. Orla intervenes and places her hands on Susanna’s shoulders and pushes down firmly. Susanna let’s out a high-pitched squeal as her bottom splats into the custard pie, and the custard and cream go flying everywhere, including her most sensitive areas.
The audience applauds as Susanna stands up and then the masked man holds her hand and leads her to the gunge tank to receive her forfeit for the second goal being conceded. She obediently sits down, and Orla pulls the lever to the side, to release gallons of thick blue gunge all over the naked newsreader. She gets the full force of it, as she is unable to protect her head from the gunge onslaught as her arms and hands are still otherwise occupied. By the time the last gunge droplets have landed on her head, Susanna is completely covered in the disgusting blue gunge. Not even her fancy shoes had managed to avoid a full covering.
Orla giggled “You may have lost your blue dress Susanna, but at least you’ve got the blue colour back on you. Pity it’s gunge and not clothing!”
Susanna sarcastically smiled back at Orla, as she is led off the stage to get cleaned up.
“You’ll be glad to know that the forfeits are over for you Susanna. Now Kirsty, with no goals conceded and only 1 booking for your team, this means it’s just going to be 1 spin of the Forfeit Wheel for you.”
After watching Susanna’s demise, Kirsty was relatively happy with the result that her team had given her. The whirring of the wheel started and Kirsty eagerly followed it with her eyes as it went around. It finally stopped on a segment called “Milk Bath”
“Hey, I’ve already had that one in the preview show.”
“Yes that’s correct. It’s up to you, you can choose to have that one again or you can re-spin. The choice is yours.“
Kirsty surveyed the other options on the wheel and decided that a bottle of milk poured over her head again would be quite tame in relation to some of the other more humiliating and revealing options. “Milk Bath it is.”
The masked man wheeled on a bath and parked it next to Kirsty. Kirsty peered inside and saw that it was three quarters full with milk.
“Hey, it was a milk bottle last time, why is this different?”
“You’ve already had the less severe option. If you spin the same choice again, then obviously we need to make it more challenging.”
“Great! So you want me to get in this bath then?” was the sarcastic retort.
“Yes please”
Kirsty stepped into the bath, and slowly sat down so that her lower body was submerged under the milk.
“You need to make sure that you dip every part of your body in the bath, before you get out.”
Kirsty sighed and pinched her nose before sinking her head and upper body into the milk. She sat back up to hear applause from the audience. Kirsty slicked her hair back and wiped her eyes and proceeded to stand up and step out of the bath.
Kirsty’s red dress was now practically plastered to her body, revealing even more the outline of her fabulous body. It was noticeable to the audience that the top part of her dress was clearly showing the rounded outline of her large tits and nipple pokies were visible.
Kirsty noticed the camera zooming in on her chest, and folded her arms across her chest to cover up.
“Not wearing a bra tonight Kirsty?”
“Nope. I was confident that I wouldn’t be taking my dress off, so there was really no need to.”
“Fair enough, and you were of course right to be confident.”
Orla turned to the camera “Well that’s it for tonight’s show……”
Suddenly, Susanna re-appears wearing a white silk dressing gown, and white high heel shoes, and seemingly having had a very quick shower to rid her of the gunge and mess she had been subjected to earlier. Orla stops mid-sentence as Susanna walks up to her.
“Orla, you do realise that Jo Wilson was the presenter on the first CSWL of the season, and she ended up stripped naked and getting completely messed up.”
“Err, yes I had heard that she was involved somehow in the forfeits, but that doesn’t apply to me.”
Susanna smiles “Well I beg to differ. Now as you are from Northern Ireland, we have found out that the team closest to where you were born is Dungannon Swifts who play in the Northern Irish Premiership. Is that correct?”
“Err yes it is. But what’s that got to do with anything?”
Kirsty joined in. “Well, they happened to have played a game against Cliftonville on Saturday, so as it’s your first appearance presenting on CSWL, it’s been agreed that you will get forfeits from that game.”
“What!, No!”
“Yes Orla. We can announce that the score was 1-1 which means 1 goal conceded for Dungannon, which means a custard pieing for you.”
Although Orla wasn’t happy about this development, she was visibly relieved that it was only 1 goal conceded and nothing else more humiliating.
Kirsty and Susanna picked up two custard pies each and stood at either side of Orla. Orla cringed and closed her eyes as she awaited her fate. Kirsty was first to smash a pie onto the top of Orla’s head and followed up with a pie directly into her face.
Orla gasped as she wiped her eyes clear of custard and cream, only to have another pie slapped in her face by Susanna. As Orla came to terms with the custard pie onslaught, Susanna cheekily reached for the back of Orla’s dress and pulled it up to reveal matching skimpy purple knickers and slapped her second pie onto Orla’s sexy knicker-clad bottom.
Orla shrieked at the force of the hit and quickly pulled her dress down to cover her modesty.
“Ooohhh, I enjoyed that!” smirked Susanna.
Thinking that was the end of it, Orla attempted to resume her presenting duties, but was again abruptly interrupted.
“Hold on Orla! We haven’t reviewed the bookings from the match yet. It appears that it wasn’t a very clean game as there were a total of 7 bookings.”
“Oh, r-r-really?” stammered Orla.
“Yes, and it just so happens that your team got 5 of them.”
“Oh no!”
“Your team played dirty and now you will be getting dirty as a result! So you know what that means. 5 spins of the Forfeit Wheel! What fun we are going to have, eh Orla?”
There was no response as Orla bowed her head in resignation.
“I wonder if that pretty purple dress you have on, will be there by the time we have finished”
Orla shook her head in disbelief.
Susanna spun the wheel and Orla gingerly watched it spin until it settled on a segment called “Water Fun”
The masked man joined the ladies on stage, carrying a bucket. Orla cringed as he raised the bucket above her head and upturned it. Orla shrieked as the force of the icy cold water hit her. Her hair was sodden and her dress was soaked, revealing even more of her womanly curves.
Kirsty spun next and it landed on “Knickerbocker Glory”
“What does that mean?” asked Orla.
“You are about to find out!” Kirsty and Susanna took an arm each, and twirled Orla around so that her back was facing the audience. They then took hold of the back of her dress and pulled the garment up so that it bunched up around her waist exposing again her skimpy purple knickers.
Meanwhile the masked man reappeared holding a Knickerbocker Glory dessert and pulled out the elastic at the top of Orla’s knickers, and started to pour the contents of the dessert into them.
Orla squealed as the cold ice cream, syrup, meringue, crushed fruit and whipped cream quickly filled her knickers up and started to seep through the lacy material and stream down her shapely legs.
“Oh that is so cold!”
Kirsty was extra mean and decided to give the sexy presenter a wedgie which made Orla’s eyes widen as some of the dessert made its way into her most sensitive parts.
Kirsty and Susanna chuckled to each other as they were clearly enjoying themselves.
As the wheel was spun for the third time, this allowed Orla to regain a little composure and to pull her dress down to its natural position again. No sooner had she done this, Susanna was announcing the next forfeit “Chocolate Head”
The masked man brought on a table and placed a large bowl of chocolate sauce on top of it.
“This is an easy one Orla. All you have to do is dunk your head into the bowl.”
“Uggghhh! Do I have to?”
“You already know the answer to that Orla. Now get that cute face of yours into the bowl.”
Orla looked down at the chocolate sauce and slowly bent down and moved her head so that it was hovering above the bowl.
Susanna took matters in her own hands as she quipped “We don’t have all day!” and placed her hand on the back of Orla’s head and pushed down so that Orla’s head delved into the waiting chocolate sauce.
Susanna held her head in the bowl as Kirsty was quick to put her hands in and massage the chocolate sauce thoroughly into Orla’s hair. “There you go, a lovely chocolate sauce shampoo!”
Orla pulled her face out of the bowl and spluttered. Her face and hair were absolutely covered and she had chocolate streams running down and splashing onto her dress.
Kirsty spun the wheel again, and as the dishevelled Orla was trying to slick back her chocolate covered hair so that she could see, Kirsty announced the next forfeit “Strip 1 article of clothing”
“Oh good. It’s about time we get to see more of you Orla. Now let’s see you take off your pretty purple dress. It’s kind of ruined anyway with all that chocolate sauce dripping on it.”
Orla gingerly slipped her dress off, to reveal a matching purple bra and knickers set. She felt a little exposed in her skimpy underwear, with her white heel shoes still on. She looked great though as the audience appreciated her sexy body.
“Last spin Orla. Let’s hope it’s a good one!” Susanna gave the wheel an extra firm push and all eyes were on the wheel as it came to rest on a segment.
“Gunge Time” exclaimed Susanna as she read the forfeit the wheel had chosen. Kirsty led Orla to the gunge tank and sat her down.
Orla gulped as she looked nervously up, at the nozzle above her, as Susanna pulled the lever. Gallons of thick green gunge poured over the underwear-clad presenter and completely enveloped her. Both Susanna and Kirsty clapped as the gunge came to a stop and the now unrecognisable Orla stood up. Kirsty handed her the microphone and said “Welcome to CSWL!”
Orla wiped her eyes clear of gunge “Thank you Kirsty. Well that’s it from another edition of CSWL. Thank you to both of my guests and for making my debut a little more eventful than I had anticipated. And I’ve just heard in my earpiece that it is highly probable that I will also be the presenter on the next show so I shall see you all very soon.”