Sunday, 22 March 2015

Rose Leslie and Carice Van Houten by request



Rose Leslie and Carice Van Houten by request


Rose Leslie and Carice Van Houten were both stars of Game of Thrones. The series became extremely popular and critically acclaimed. It was a very serious show, so sometimes when the cast were on set, they enjoyed doing things to keep the atmosphere light and pleasant. At one point, the cast decided to make use of some old pillories that were being used for the show. The cast and crew decided that they would hold a vote and the two cast members who received the most votes would have to be put into the stocks and pied with a barrage of pies by the cast and crew of the show.
It was a close call. There were dozens of people to choose from. The cast and crew were used. In the end, Carice and Rose were the unlucky ones who were chosen to take the unenviable positions in the stocks. The two were both quite dignified ladies, for the most part, so this was going to prove most embarrassing for them. They had been told earlier in the day that they were the ones who were chosen. It was on everyone’s mind for the remainder of the day. The time finally arrived and the women were summoned. 

It was almost like a medieval punishment, keeping with the theme of the show. The ladies reluctantly came forward. Two of larger men led them to the stocks. The tops of them were lifted and the women were gently lowered into their places. The put their necks and wrists in place in the stocks. They arranged their hair so that it would not get caught. The tops were then lowered and latched into place. The women now secured in place. They raised their heads, looking out at the sea of their colleagues that lay in front of them. They just sighed and winced at the predicament that they had found themselves. Everyone feigned serious looking faces.

One of the men beside the stocks then spoke. “I decree, Rose and Carice have been voted by cast and crew to receive the punishment of pillory, followed by pie firing squad. You may all take your pies and get into position,” he said. Everyone took a pie in their hands and stood a short distance across from the ladies. “Everyone in position. You may fire at will,” the man stated.

Carice and Rose lowered their heads and closed their eyes, awaiting the onslaught of pie that was about to come hurling at them. In an instant, the pies began to fly at them. The first two, smashing them squarely in the faces. Then the tops of their head, then their necks. Pie after pie landed, hitting their marks. Pies then hit their bodies, smashing, splattering creamy pie all over the two women. Pies smashed into their breasts, which dangled downward. Their arched backs and bent backsides also began to take some pie hits. They were still in period costume, looking like a couple of wenches.
Pie dripped down their faces and breasts, just as one pie began to disperse, another hit, taking its place. Pie plates stuck to their bodies at times, only to be dislodged by the impact of another oncoming pie. Their hair now covered in creamy pie. The pies hit the wooden pillories with thuds.

Not all the pies hit their mark. Some flew to the side, splattering different areas of the ladies’ bodies.
Pies whacked their breasts, filling their low cut medieval dresses and cleavage with pie. Their facial features dripping with pie. Pie all over their noses and lips, covering their cheeks. Their faces covered almost completely in masks of pie. It was extremely embarrassing for the ladies to be smashed with pies by everyone they worked with in such a humiliating fashion. There was no let up either. There were so many members of cast and crew that the number of pies they took was just enormous. 

Finally, the barraged of pie ceased. The pie was left to roll off of the faces and bodies of the two women for a little while, as they were left in place in the stocks for a few minutes afterwards. This also allowed everyone an opportunity to take as many photographs as they liked. The women were just silent. They were mortified beyond belief by what they had just been put through.

Eventually, the tops of the pillories were lifted and the ladies were let out. They cleaned their eyes and mouths. They brushed some pie from their hair and rubbed some of it off down their bodies. They were then left to make the walk of shame back to the dressing rooms to get cleaned up.

2 comments:

  1. Great story! If you could, do you think you could do a story about Gabrielle Aplin being dropped in a Gunk Dunk with thick gunge and plenty of gunk descending from above please. :)

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  2. Thanks. Sounds like a good idea.

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