Below is the long awaited Samia Ghadie/ Smith story. I hope that everyone likes it and I have done her justice. As she may very well be the most attarctive woman in the world.
Samia was a bit nervous but quite excited about the evening that lie ahead. She actually felt quite honoured, which would have seemed strange to a lot of people, but she was getting an award after all. Samia Ghadie had been contacted by her agent through Coronation Street. She was informed that she was to be given an award. That award was titled the most gungebale person in the world. This, by default also meant that she was considered to be the most attractive woman in the world. She was a bit reluctant at first, but when she thought about it, this meant that she had beaten out every other celebrity in the world including huge Hollywood movie stars, pop singers and models. She thought that the voters must be mad for picking her. She actually felt quite honoured to be thought of in such high regard. She never considered herself to be beautiful or even a star. She was a down to earth, normal person who happened to be on television. Also, on Coronation Street, they always downplayed her looks and never really portrayed her as being as gorgeous as she actually was. Samia in reality was one of the most attractive women in the world. Even her hair was sexy. She knew that she was probably going to be in for a mess today, but she didn’t really mind. She thought that it would be quite fun. She decided to wear a little black dress which perfectly fit her tanned toned figure.
She thought to herself that her friends back at Coronation Street were going to have a field day with this. She went to the studio and got ready back stage. No one really told her what was going to happen but she had a pretty good idea. She expected a mess, so she would not be surprised when it would come.
The ceremony was done like an awards show. Samia waited back stage and was told that her que would be in five minutes. She heard the host announce the nominees for the award. Then the host started,” and the winner for most gungeable person in the world is…. Samia Ghadie.” Samia walked on stage smiling and waiving. She walked up to the podium. She was presented with a golden statue that looked like a miniature version of herself covered in gunge. On the bottom it read, Samia Ghadie, Most Gungeable Person in the World. “Congratulations, Samia. We have to say we never dreamt that the winner would actually show up on the evening,” the host said. “Well, if everyone voted for me and actually thinks that much of me, the least I could do is turn up. I am quite flattered, actually. I can’t believe that there are people out there that actually find me attractive. Getting this award over all those huge stars is amazing as well. To be in the same breath as Rihanna, Britney Spears, Jessica Alba, Beyonce. I don’t think I deserve this actually,” she laughed, “I want to tank everyone though. I think this award is going on my mantle piece.” “So, Samia,” the host asked,” Do you know what is coming next?” “No,” she replied,” but I can have a pretty good guess. It probably involves me and copious amounts of food or gunge poured all over my body. I don’t really have a choice now do I?” she laughed. “Well, you are pretty much right on the money with that.” With that the curtain was drawn back revealing buckets of mess and a chair. There were also several messy devices that were set up for the evening as well. “I see it’s all set up for me then. You lot are going to love this aren’t you. It’s going to be quite funny actually. I’m going to get nailed. I have a few ex boyfriends who will enjoy seeing this I think. Well, bring it on, I suppose, I have to just accept my fate,” she said. She looked back at what lie on the stage and caught her breath, it looked as though she was going to be in for a long messy evening.
“So, Samia, I think we will start with one of the messy devices.” “Whatever you say,” Samia replied. The spotlight then moved to the far end of the stage, revealing a copy of the piewash. “Samia, I don’t know if you have ever seen the old tv show What Would You Do, or seen the piewash before.” “I think I may have heard of it, but I don’t think it was on in England.” “Well, this is the piewash here. Basically, you will have to sit in it and be strapped in. Your body will then be “cleaned” with pie filling.” Samia’s eyes widened and she laughed. “Ok,” she said with a big laugh. Samia was lead to the chair. She hoisted herself in and was strapped in. She was not given goggles, as used to happen so many times in the past. She secured herself, fixing her skirt. She looked around her and took in what was about to happen. She smiled politely and looked up, as she did the chair started to rotate, which jolted her a bit. She held on tight. As she looked up, the cream started to flow straight down onto her faces. A line of the pie filling fell down her head and across her face then down her body. The other jets then started spraying cream, criss crossing Samia’s tanned skin and black dress. She closed her eyes and squealed. She could feel the cream coming in all directions as she rotated. She put her hands on her lap and lowered her head as the pie filling combined itself into masses of squishy slop all over her from her knees up. The piewash came to a stop. Samia laughed and put her hands before her. She rubbed her arms and calves in the cream. She lifted her arm and pretended as if she was cleaning herself in the shower with the cream. When the host approached her she said,” I am totally covered already, but I suppose that this is just the beginning. I’ll have to just grin and bare it I suppose.” Samia was unstrapped from the Piewash and stood up. She smiled and walked to the centre of the stage again.
“The next device we have is something called the pie guillotine.” “Sounds scary,” Samia said,” Off with my head.” The spotlight moved to the other end of the stage now, revealing a copy of the pie guillotine from Wild Animal Games. Samia blushed as she realised what was about to happen to her. Before she knew it she had been lead over to the guillotine. “ How it works is, we will raise this bar. You will then lie down on the guillotine, with your head in position. The bar will then be lowered down over your neck, leaving you completely helpless. Then, this lever will be pulled and that pie that you see suspended above your head will be released and will fall, directly onto your waiting face. So Samia, are you ready to face the pie guillotine?” “As ready as I could ever be,” she replied. The host raised the bar. Samia slowly walked around the side. She sat her bottom down and then spun herself around, laying on the board. She moved her head and neck into the right position and positioned herself correctly, looking up at the ceiling, she could see the giant pie that was going to be released onto her face. The host then lowered the bar down over Samia’s neck. She lay helpless no, not being able to move or to try to avoid the pie that awaited her in any way. She tried to brace herself for the impact of the pie, but there would be no countdown, so it would be hitting her when she least expected it. In that moment the host pulled the lever. In an instant the pie came crashing down with some force straight into Samia’s face. It exploded on her on impact, leaving a pile of pie all over Samia’s face. Her entire head was covered in the pie. Her beautiful hair streaked and dripping in pie. Samia still could not move. She was left in the guillotine for a short period of time. She lifted her knee and wriggled about, as she had the urge to clean some of the pie from her face. She was left to lie there just a little while longer before the bar was lifted. Eventually the bar was lifted and she sat up. She cleared her eyes and turned towards the audience. She licked her lips and laughed. She was not given a towel, so tried to clear some of the pie from her eyes and nose with her fingers, wiping them onto her dress. She stood up and wiped some of the pie from her hair. She walked to the centre of the stage awaiting what would be happening to her next.
“Ok Samia, You’ll be glad to know that we will only be using those two messy devices today. The bad news is we have a whole fridge full of foods that are going to be poured all over you as well.” The stool of doom was brought out to the centre of the stage, which Samia sat on. She wondered what sort of foods he meant, but knew that there would be no use arguing and that all she could really do is sit back and let things happen. “This dress is getting heavy and messy on me,” she said, “Would you mind if I removed it?” “Don’t let us stop you,” he said. Samia unhooked her messy black dress and squeezed herself out of it, pulling it down to her waist and then down her sexy tanned legs. Samia wore matching black underwear. She wore a smooth black bra and matching thong. Everyone whistled and cheered at the site of Samia’s tanned toned body. She repositioned herself on the chair, squishing her bottom around and crossing her legs. In the meantime a whole fridge was wheeled out containing various foods that were all for her. She covered her face with her hand, shook her head and laughed. “A good use for leftovers,” She said.
The host pulled out a large jar. In the jar was a load of fish guts in brine and a sort of mayonnaise. He unscrewed the top. “Oh my god,” Samia said. She gagged when she got a sniff of the disgusting cold fish that filled the jar. She grimaced as he walked behind her. She squealed as he tipped the jar of slimy cold fish down the back of her neck and back, flowing down her shoulders and front. The fish felt clammy and slimy on her bare skin. He poured more down onto her head. Bits of the fish stuck to her hair and face. The site of fish guts all over her amazing body was a sight to behold. The host put his hand in the jar and took the final bits of fish guts from the bottom. He slopped his hand onto Samia’s flat stomach and rubbed them around, smushing the mess onto her. He did the same to her thighes. He then put the jar above her head and smacked the bottom with his hand, dislodging any loose bits, making them fall onto her head.
The next thing that he grabbed was jug of light brown gravy. He took a spoon and stirred the gravy up. He then wiped the spoon onto Samia’s panties. He then began to carefully pour the gravy down onto Samia. He started over her head and face. He poured the gravy over beautiful face, over her nose, chin and cheeks, onto her hair. He then pulled the jug back and started to pour the gravy up Samia’s calves up her tanned thighs. The light brown turkey gravy was poured up and down her tanned legs. The light brown mess looking amazing against her tanned skin. He poured some over her stomach and back and then onto her breasts, down her bra. He criss crossed over her body several times with the gravy. Her tanned skin still largely visible beneath the gravy that splattered it.
The next item he took was a large container of pickled relish. When Samia saw what it was, she could not believe it. Relish was the last thing that she expected to have poured on her. Not that she had ever expected anything to be poured on her in the first place. “Do you like relish, Samia?,” the host asked. “Yeah actually. I have burgers all the time and really like relish. I just never thought I would be having it poured on me. I guess I’m the burger today, so to speak,” she replied. She had no idea how to react to what was happening because it was so unusual. She was actually quite curious as to what this was going to feel like. The host took the relish and started to tip it over her. It felt really strange, because of the texture of the relish. It was very thick and very green. There was loads of it as well. He started to pour it over her head. Blobs of it fell onto her at first, raining down onto her. It then smoothed out a bit and flowed over her like gunge. The relish poured over her head and stuck to her face. It then flowed and oozed down her body. It fell down her shoulders and breasts. Lumps fell into her bra and her lap. The tick green mess piled on her head and lap. She opened her legs and then closed them again, causing the relish be released and to ooze out everywhere. The host then grabbed the waist band of her panties, pulled it outwards and dumped the rest of the relish into her underwear. He then snapped them shut. Samia whinced and cringed as the feeling of pickled relish all over her private parts took hold. She then pushed her hand forward, forcing the relish out of her knickers. Samia knew that any attempt to resist would have been futile. All she could do was sit there and take it.
The next item that the host grabbed was a large, catering sized bottle of burger sauce. “Since you like burgers so much, Samia, this seems appropriate.” “Oh no,” Samia said and laughed. He took the bottle and held it straight above her head. He squeezed it. The first bit was suspended in mid air for a slight moment before rolling down Samia’s forehead and down her face. The bright orange sauce fell in a thick line straight down the middle of Samia’s face. More was then poured on either side of her face, before almost completely covering her face and hair. More was poured down the front of her body. Burger sauce was poured on her lap and thighs as if her body were a cheeseburger. It poured on her thighs and down her calves to her ankles and down onto her feet and toes. He poured more up the length of her stomach and chest. He poured more down over her back. She leaned forward as the burger sauce plopped down her back and down her body. She could not deny that the burger sauce actually felt very sensual against her skin. The texture was smooth and soft. She was streaked and covered now in orange mess.
The next thing that the host grabbed was a large bucket of spaghetti hoops. Samia looked at the bucket and said, “Spaghetti? I am going to be covered in spaghetti?” She flared her nostrils and crossed her arms. She looked forward blankly. As the spaghetti hoops began to cover her she start laughing. The spaghetti hoops covered her head and made their way down her body. They stuck everywhere, from head to toe. Little O’s in disgusting sauce stuck all over her body. She had never felt anything quite like it before. When it stopped, she flicked one of the hoops from her nose and said, ”Spaghetti!”
“Now, Samia, the final bucket we have for you today is particularly disgusting I must say. It is a sort of full meal all in one. It is what we call a salad. In the bucket we have such items as coleslaw, beet root, pickled eggs, spam, pickled onions, lettuce, tomatoes, expired ham and salad dressing all in one.” “Yes, that certainly does sound disgusting alright. It’s going to be poured all over me as well. I am covered already, I suppose it won’t do me any harm. You lot must be loving this.” Samia braced herself. She knew that what was coming was going to smell revolting. She scrunched her face and her body up as she awaited the salad that was coming to her. She closed her eyes. The host lifted the bucket as the audience cheered and howled. He slowly tipped the bucket. In a second, chunks of the collected food began to fall over Samia and hit her everywhere. Pickled eggs, beet root, pickled onions and chunks of spam fell from the bucket onto her face and bucket. They all stuck to the gooey mess that already covered her whole body. Bits of vegetables and coleslaw rained over her. Spam and beetroot stuck to her face. In a moment her whole body was now peppered with the contents of the bucket. Bits stuck everywhere. She looked as if she was tarred and feathered only using bits of food. At the bottom of the bucket lie a gigantic chunk of the collected mess that had settled on the bottom. The host hit the bottom of the bucket and made the chunk fall. It hit Samia on the top of the head. Smashing and sticking to the top of her head and dripping down her hair. She took her hands and removed some of it, rubbing it around on herself and pushing some to the floor.