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The TV programme starts and Rosie is standing in front of a large dunk tank.
Rosie is wearing a black jacket, white shirt which is partly unbuttoned showing glimpses of a white bra and Rosie’s impressive cleavage. The ensemble is completed with a short black shirt, black stockings and black high heel shoes.
“Hi everyone, and welcome to our halloween special. My name is Rosie Jones, and one of our celebrities is going to get dunked in the tank behind me.” Rosie points her thumb backwards.
“Before we welcome our 2 contestants, and to tie in with our Halloween themed show, we have a very special guest. Please put your hands together for my co-host. It’s the one and only Helena Bonham Carter.
The audience claps as Helena walks on wearing a witches outfit, which consists of a long black dress showing a generous amount of cleavage, and her hair styled wildly and frizzily.
Helena was clearly reprising her previous film role of Bellatrix Lestrange, an evil and sadistic witch. She cackles and makes her hands into fists “I am in the mood to get someone very messy!”
“That’s very convenient Helena, because we are about to welcome on our 2 contestants – Helen Flanagan and Gemma Atkinson”
Both ladies are wearing sexy schoolgirl outfits consisting of white shirts, ties, short grey skirts, black hold-up stockings and black high heel shoes.
They both seem jovial and are smiling and waving to the audience, whilst sucking on lollipops.
“Hello ladies. I see you are making good use of our complimentarily alcoholic lollipops
Helen giggled “Yes, mine is cosmopolitan flavoured and it’s very nice!”
Gemma hiccups “Yes, I think I may have got a bit tipsy sucking on these!”
Rosie smiled “Hopefully it has made you both a little relaxed as one of you is about to get a little bit messy. I think Helena is going to tell us what is in the dunk tank.”
Waving her arms about, Helena starts to describe “We have sourced the stickiest slop, the messiest gunge and the most disgusting filth from around the world. It’s all been chucked into the tank and stirred together to make a quite evil gungey mess. The only question is which schoolgirl is going to get dunked in it!”
Rosie commented “All I can say is I’m glad it’s not going to me, as that does sound truly disgusting. Let’s find out who the viewers have voted for.”
Rosie looked down at her clipboard “I can announce that with 65% of the vote, the winner is……….. Gemma!”
Helen rejoiced and punched the air in delight, as Gemma just smiled and knowingly shook her head from side to side.
“Congratulations Gemma, and I can also reveal that there were over 20 votes cast overall, so not only will you going in the dunk tank, you will also get to play a couple of our specially themed Halloween games.”
“In fact, lets play one now. We call it ‘Trick or Treat’. To the side of you Gemma, you will see 3 doors. All you have to do is go up to each door and knock on it. You will then get a ‘trick’ or a ‘treat’. Good luck Gemma!”
Gemma bends down and puts her lollipop on the floor. The audience gets a good view of her shapely thighs and a glimpse of her white knickers as her short grey skirt rides up her body. Gemma stands up again, and sexily walks towards the first door, knowing that everyone is watching her.
Gemma stops in front of the door, and knocks. The door opens to reveal an angry looking Helena who is holding an egg in her hand. Helena laughs wickedly as she splats the egg on top of Gemma’s head. Gemma squeals as the eggy contents spill out onto her hair and start to form egg drips down her hair and face.
Gemma wipes her forehead to rid herself of the egg drips and proceeds to the next door and knocks again. The door creaks open to reveal Helena again, who this time has a pumpkin pie in her hands. Very quickly, the witch thrusts the pie into Gemma’s unsuspecting face and moves the pie tin around so that all of Gemma’s face is encrusted with sloppy pumpkin.
“Yuck!” exclaims Gemma as she wipes her eyes clean of pumpkin so she can see again.
Gemma makes her way to the third and final door and hesitantly knocks again. Yet again Helena appears behind the door and is now holding a bowl of pumpkin soup. Helena upends the bowl directly over Gemma and she gasps as the stodgy liquidised pumpkin coats her blond hair and runs down her face.
Again, Gemma wipes her eyes and face, and walks slowly back to join Rosie.
“That’s very unfortunate Gemma. Looks like you got 3 tricks and no treats!”
Gemma smiles sarcastically “Yeah, funny how that worked out!”
Helena rejoins Gemma and Rosie “Yes, I don’t do treats! I just do mess and lots of it!”
Rosie titters “Ok, we’ll do one more game before you have the pleasure of taking a trip to our dunk tank. This is called ‘Bobbing for Apples’. Come and follow me Gemma.”
Rosie leads Gemma to the side of the stage where there is an inflatable paddling pool which stands about 1 foot high. Rosie explains the game “As you can see Gemma, the pool has been filled with sticky treacle and we have placed some apples at the far end of the pool. Unfortunately they are not bobbing on the surface as they have sunk to the bottom of the pool. What you have to do is kneel at the side of the pool at the other end to where the apples are, and see how many apples you can get out of the pool, using only your mouth, in 60 seconds.”
Gemma pulls a face “But I’m going to get covered in that disgusting treacle!”
Rosie smiles “Yes you are! And I have some more news for you and I can reveal that as there were over 40 votes cast, this means that you need to strip to your underwear.”
Gemma gives a wry smile as she starts to take her tie off. She then unbuttons her shirt and throws that to the floor to reveal a white skimpy bra which seemed to be struggling to contain her large buxom tits. Next to go was her grey skirt and this revealed matching white knickers. The audience cheered as they viewed the 33 year old beauty in her underwear. Gemma adjusted her black hold up stockings and made sure they were pulled up her thighs as far as they could go.
Gemma then knelt down at the side of the pool and prepared herself. Rosie took out a stopwatch and shouted “Go!”
Gemma leaned over the pool and dropped her pretty face into the treacle trying to find an apple with her mouth. As she was searching, her head and hair were delved completely under the treacle surface and her bra-clad tits also dipped into the sticky treacle. The audience were also treated to the view of Gemma’s sexy knicker-clad bottom wobbling around as she bobbed. Gemma found one of the apples and grabbed it with her mouth, and pulled herself out of the treacle and drops the apple into a basket to the side of her. Gemma’s hair was matted with the gooey substance, and it had saturated her flimsy bra material to such an extent that it was now clinging to her tits like a second skin and her erect nipples could be easily made out.
Before Gemma could go bobbing again, Rosie shouted “Stop!” and duly stopped the stopwatch.
A puzzled Gemma looked towards Rosie. “Why have you stopped? Surely we have got nowhere near 60 seconds yet.”
“Sorry Gemma, but in my haste, I forgot to say that in fact there were actually more than 50 votes cast.”
“Really, so that means I need to get…….” gulps Gemma
“Yes thats right Gemma, you need to strip naked? but we’ll be a little kind to you and just for the rest of this particular game, you can just take your bra off.”
Gemma grins cheekily as she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra, and lets the garment drop down her arms and off her body. Gasps from the audience were heard as this revealed her naked tits in all their glory. Before Gemma could do anything else, Helena took hold of Gemma’s arms and pulled them behind her back and tied her wrists together with rope.
“Hey, what’s that for?”
Helena answered “The rules of the game are that you need to use just your mouth. So I’m just making certain that you can’t use your hands, and anyway how can I inflict maximum embarrassment on you if your hands aren’t tied! We need to make it as interesting for the viewers as we can. Ha ha!”
Helena turned to face the camera “I actually have even more good news about the voting. There was in fact a total of 133 votes, which means that the magic ‘60’ vote target was achieved very easily.
Rosie looked a little aghast as she realised the implications of this “Oh no!”
“Oh yes Rosie. So this means you get to do one of the games with Gemma. I think we’ll get you to do the rest of this game. Oh, and you’ll need to be topless as well.”
“Oh well, I guess this new programme has proved very popular with the viewers, so I have to abide by the rules.” Rosie didn’t seem that bothered by this latest development as she handed the stopwatch to Helena and started to strip. This was nothing new for her, having appeared topless on page 3 and many lads mags. First her tie came off, then her white shirt, and finally her bra. This left Rosie with her beautifully rounded tits naked, and wearing only a short black skirt with stockings, suspenders and high heel shoes.
Rosie knelt next to Gemma, and Helena was quick to grab hold of Rosie’s arms and pull them behind her back and tie her wrists together.
Rosie just smiled wryly to the camera, as the two topless beauties could not do anything to protect their modesty as the camera zoomed in for some close-ups of both impressive pairs of tits.
Helena commented that there would be a punishment for whoever retrieved the least number of apples and then shouted “Go!” and restarted the stopwatch, and both Rosie and Gemma leaned over and bobbed their faces into the treacle, which also had the effect of bobbing their tits into the sticky foodstuff.
Helena laughed wickedly as she watched the two topless ladies, and turned to the camera “I think they should rename this game. Forget about ‘Bobbing for Apples’, it should be called ‘Bobbing Tits’. Ha ha!”
The camera focused on Rosie and Gemma as they tried to find the apples, and by the time Helena shouted “Time Up!”, Rosie had retrieved 2 apples and Gemma had got 4. The top halves of both ladies were covered in the gloopy treacle with their sticky breasts glistening under the studio lights. Both handcuffed ladies were asked to stand, and as they did the audience savoured the messy sight before them.
Helena faced the duo “As I am feeling particularly mean tonight, I think we’ll have a particularly messy punishment for the loser. Let’s see, that would be you Rosie.”
“But that’s not fair as Gemma did an extra bob before I even started.”
“That’s a fair comment Rosie, so I will deduct one apple from Gemma’s score. That means you still lost by 3 to 2.”
Rosie sighed as she watched Helena pick up a small black couldron which had steam coming from it, and lifted it above Rosie’s head. Rosie closed her eyes as the cauldron was upturned and thick green gunge splashed over head and down her front.
“Yuck! What is that?”
“It’s my special potion. It’s supposed to be good for the skin.” As she finished the sentence, Helena started to rub the gunge around Rosie’s face and massaged the gunge around her tits. “There you go!”
“Thanks Helena” was the sarcastic reply.
Helena cackles as she unties Rosie’s hands. Rosie wipes her eyes and bends down, picks her bra up, and puts it back on before she resumes presenting duties “Hmmm, so after a bit of an unplanned diversion, we can now finally get to the main event of the evening – Gemma’s dunking.”
Gemma still has her hands tied behind her back, so has her big bouncy breasts in full view.
“Now we were a little kind to you in the last game by only getting you to strip to the waist, but as you know there were sufficient votes for you to have to get dunked naked. I know that you might find it difficult to take off your knickers as your hands are still tied, so I’m sure Helena can help you.”
Helena starts laughing wildly and waves her witches wand around before pointing it directly at Gemma. A puff of smoke appears in front of Gemma, and as the smoke cleared away, it reveals that Gemma’s white knickers had been magically taken away from her to reveal her shaved muff and peachy bottom.
Gemma is now wearing just hold up black stockings and high heel shoes, as Helena beckons her to go up the steps of the dunk tank and sit on the chair suspended over it. Gemma has a bit of difficulty trying to climb the steps as she is unable to use her hands to balance herself, and her large tits bounce around comically to much amusement from the audience. However she eventually makes it up to the top and sits down on the chair. She crosses her legs to at least cover her shaved muff from public view.
Helena starts the countdown, and on zero, pulls the lever which sharply tilts the chair downwards and sends the naked former Hollyoaks star into the disgusting greyish / greenish gungey gloop below.
Gemma lands with an almighty splash and struggles to stand up, but eventually does and reveals that the gunge level is waist high. She is completely covered with gunge, her hair matted and her tits dripping with gunge.
Helena points her witches wand in the direction of an overhead compartment which is directly over Gemma, and the floor of the compartment immediately gives way, allowing its purple gungey contents to shower over Gemma and give her a fresh coating of gunge.
Gemma shrieks as she is splattered with gunge.
Helena turns to the camera and cackles “Let’s see if we can get Gemma even more messy!”
Helena waves her wand again, and a puff of smoke appears at the side of her. When the smoke subsides it reveals that Gemma has magically been transported from the dunk tank and had the rope removed from her wrists. Instead her hands are now above her head and are tied to strong artificial cobwebs which are attached to an overhead beam. The gunge covered actress can not protect her modesty with her tits and muff on show.
Gemma appears a little shocked at what has just happened and tries to free her hands from the cobwebs without success, and only succeeds in jiggling her gungey tits around much to the delight of the audience.
The gunge coated actress looks pleadingly at Helena who just looks back at her with an evil grin.
“All witches need a black cat, and I haven’t got one.” Helena mimics wiping tears out of her eyes “But Gemma, I think you will make the perfect kitten.”
Helena cackled as she pressed a button on a remote control she was holding, and a gurgling sound could be heard above Gemma’s head. Gemma looked up inquisitively and was hit with a deluge of thick black gunge which descended down on her.
Gemma let out a number of small squeals as the black gunge streamed down her body and covered every inch of her. It was relentless and the gunge didn’t stop falling until a good 30 seconds had elapsed. Gemma glistened under the studio lights.
Helena walks up to Gemma and placed a headband on her head. The headband had two black cat cardboard ears perched on top. She then pulled some fake whiskers from her pocket, and placed them on both sides of Gemma’s cheeks. The sticky gunge kept them in place. Helena walked around the back of Gemma and fastens the end of a long black tail onto Gemma’s bottom. Again, the copious layers of gunge keep this in place. Gemma made a sigh and her eyes widened as she felt the tail being attached.
Helena smiled at Gemma and patted her on her head “Now, there’s a good kitty!”
Helena walked back to where Rosie and Helen were standing. They were both laughing at the humiliation that Helena was subjecting Gemma to.
Rosie taunts Gemma “Do you want a saucer of milk?“
Helen joins in “Or perhaps a can of tuna? Ha ha?”
Helena put her hands on her hips and faced the duo “Hmmm, I wonder if I can get you two naked and messy as well!”
Rosie and Helen glanced at each other, before pouncing on Helena and taking her wand from her.
“Hey, give me my wand back!”
“Not a chance! You are only going to use it on me and Helen.”
Rosie and Helen then take an arm each of Helena and walk her to the edge of the dunk tank. Rosie then takes hold of Helena’s feet, and Helen takes a grip of Helena’s hands. They start to sway the squealing Helena from side to side, until they finally let go, and throw her into the tank. Helena lands with a large splash and gradually gets to her feet. Everyone can see that she has been turned into a greyish / greenish blob, with her mad hair completely matted to her head.
Helen smiles “Ding Dong, the witch is gunged!”
Helena lets out a little scream as she can’t believe that she has just been dunked. The credits start rolling as Helena wipes her eyes and looks at the clean and still clothed Helen “I’m not sure why you’re smiling, because you’re appearing on the next CSWL!”
Helen’s smile was wiped off her face “Oh great, I can’t wait!”