Thursday, 29 September 2016
Kate Ford/ Tracy
Kate Ford played Tracy Barlow on Coronation Street. She was a detestable disgusting character. The character made her ugly. She was a disgusting character who did horrible, disgusting things. This meant that she was a good target for mess. There were literally dozens of characters on the show who had a lot of reason to want to get revenge upon her. People would have lined up around the block to see her get messed. Literally, everyone on the show, including her close family hated her for the things that she had done. At some point, she had done something terrible to everyone on the street and their mother. She was the most hated person on the street by far. She was an overwhelming choice when it came time to vote for who people wanted to mess. She was truly loathsome. On top of that, she tried to rig the voting to go in her favour. She thought that she had bought off one of the men in charge of counting the votes through a nefarious sexual favour, but she was very wrong. He led her to believe he would rig the votes, but, in reality, did no such thing. She was stuffed. Everyone knew it would be her. She sort of knew it as well.
When it came time to announce who had gotten the most votes, everyone else yelled out her name in unison. She looked very angry when it was revealed that it was indeed her. She tried to get away, but everyone blocked her. Two of the larger men took her by each arm and lead her to a wooden chair. This was all taking place in Roy’s Rolls. They sat her in the chair and tied her wrists to the arms of the chair so that she could not escape, try as she might. She kicked and screamed. She cursed and threatened. She called everyone names and told them all of the horrible things that she would do to them in retaliation. She pleaded and begged as well, making puppy dog eyes at some of her friends and family with softer hearts. No one was going to help her now. She did not deserve any help or any mercy. She had done far worse than this to most of the people gathered there. She could give it out but could not take it. She had stooped as low as attempted murder and blackmail at different times in her past. She had done stuff that was illegal and immoral hundreds of times. She had no conscience whatsoever. She did not care about anyone but herself. She was one of the most selfish people on the face of the planet. She deserved this as much as anyone under the sun and she was about to get everything that she deserved. In fact, a messing was almost too good for her. It was almost a shame to waste perfectly good slop on someone that was that vile.
She was now kicking and struggling. They shoved a raw onion into her mouth to shut her up. They then began to dump mess over her. She was wearing a dark floral print blouse and black stretch pants. She just saw red at this point. Everyone was chanting and shouting things at her. “Trash the bitch” was a popular one that could be heard. Her long suffering friends and family took centre stage. They began to pick up containers of mess to use upon her.
In the containers was the most vile, stinking mess imaginable. A lot of it was kitchen mess from Roy’s Rolls. It was largely rotting leftover food waste. It was mixed together making slop. There was also some manure and garbage mixed in. Tracey could be described easily either as trash or crap, so this was very appropriate for her. She was about to get a heaping helping of both. She screamed ,”No,” at the top of her lungs as her friends and family, all at once began to trash her. They each was given a container filled with revolting mess and began to dump it over her head.
The first blobs of the sloppy mess poured down onto her head and down her face. It poured down the front of her face. The mess was different colours, but large blobs of it were yellow, brown and green. It poured down her fringe and right down her face. The vile slop began to cover this vile person. It smelled atrocious as well. People were actually gagging from the stench of it. The mess rolled down her face in a stream of thick slop. “What the hell is this shit,” she shouted. It soon covered the top of her head and face. More rolled down her body. She was relatively small in stature, so was totally overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the mess that was engulfing her. She soon looked like some kind of bog monster. She almost disappeared into a mountain of mess. It was so messy that it became hard to even tell there was a person beneath it. She looked like a human trash heap.
This did not stop her from verbally berating every single person who was there and dared to even watch this happening. She talked trash about every person there. She swore and shouted and threatened everyone with all sorts of things. She meant every word and would not have hesitated to carry out any action against them. They knew that they should enjoy this moment while they could, because they would have to live with this witch for years to come. She looked a little bit like the Grinch who stole Christmas. Right now she looked more like a pile of manure.
When they were done, everyone ran away and left her there, because they were too afraid of what she might do when she was finally untied. They were actually scared of this woman. She was a monster. This day brought them some relief however.
Wednesday, 28 September 2016
Tuesday, 27 September 2016
Suranne Jones and Helen Baxendale
Suranne Jones and Helen Baxendale were starring in short lived television drama series. The two got on very well. There was even a scene where they shared a lovely kiss. It was very sexy. Neither woman was a lesbian or even bisexual, but they did as they were asked. The whole world saw them kissing, who cared to see it. It was a little embarrassing, but it was probably the thing that people remembered most about the series. The series ended, but the two ladies kept in touch. They stayed close friends.
Before they knew it, it was the ten year anniversary of the series. As a way to celebrate the ten year anniversary, the series was released on dvd and blue ray. The ladies did some talk shows to promote the whole thing. They did the usual touring on talk shows to support the package. Mr. G. decided to invite them onto Let Her Have it. Their agents agreed for them. They were not too sure, but they had no choice in the matter. They were going to be the featured guests on the show and they were going to be getting it good as well. They knew that the famous kiss would be brought up at some point. They knew it would be embarrassing, but they felt that it could be a really good time as well.
The two wore jeans and blazers which seemed to be a common outfit that they would wear. It also really suited them. Helen’s hair was down, Suranne’s was back. They were welcomed to the show by Mr. G.. As was customary, he talked with them a bit about what they were promoting. They talked about how wonderful the show had been and how much they enjoyed it. They then talked a bit about how all anyone ever wanted to talk about regarding that show was the infamous kiss that they shared. Mr. G. speculated that perhaps this was because it was one of the hottest things ever aired on national television in the history of the world. He was embellishing a little bit for effect. They were slightly embarrassed that this moment got so much attention. Neither were actually lesbians or even bisexual in real life. They did not really enjoy shooting the scene. At least, they would never admit that they did.
It was then time to get down to business. “Well ladies, I suppose you know what our little show is all about and what happens here on Let Her Have it. Might I say, that you two lovely ladies will make very nice targets.” “Um, thanks a lot, I think,” Suranne said. “Today, we plan to get you two nice and messy. Seeing as you two like to be nice and close, we have something special planned for the two of you tonight. It involves getting very close to one another in the process as well as very messy. Come and join me ladies.” The three walked over together a very special sort of gunge tank. There were also a few sets of shackles. He explained that this was set up for them.
The two climbed inside the tank. They faced one another. They then were cuffed together at their ankles. They then were made to put their arms above their heads and were cuffed together as well. Their bodies were pressed closed together. Their legs intertwined. Their jeans pressed together. They looked really uncomfortable with the situation. They could not look each other in the eye. Their faces were so close together though, that they could feel one another’s breath in their faces. “I can’t believe that we are doing this,” they mumbled to one another.
It was now time for the mess to be dispatched. First to come was a series of pie catapults. The catapults began to go off, launching pies through the air at the two women. They hit their target all over the women’s bodies. They smashed against them, creaming where they hit, covering the women’s clothes in creamy pie. They shrieked as they felt the full on force of the pies hitting their bodies.
When the pies had all been launched, a cord was pulled that released an ocean of green gunge down onto the women from above. It poured over them. They shut their eyes as gunge rained over their bodies. It poured all over everything. Over and between them it poured. They were soon soaked in the slimy mess. It oozed its way all over them. They were helpless to do anything as they were splattered in thick sloppy green gunge. It was followed by a layer of thick pink gunge. It dumped down over their bodies, slithering all the way down to their ankles.
By this time the catapults were loaded again. This time they were loaded with plates of chocolate pudding. Without warning, they began to launch themselves at the women. The plates flew through the air and landed all over their bodies, splattering thick brown pudding all over them. They could feel it all over their clothes. A few collided with their heads, splattering their faces and hair in the chocolatey mess.
When the ordeal was over, the ladies were uncuffed and allowed to step down. They did not look very amused as they wiped mess away from their faces and clothes. They both agreed that though they were friends, they did not want to see one another for a long time after this.
Monday, 26 September 2016
This is a fake mess of Ali Bastian. She used to be on Hollyoaks and was on the Bill for a bit as well. She is one of the hottest women ever. She used to always wear sexy skirts and had quite a few scenes in her underwear as well. She has quite a body. In this picture she is covered in ketchup and mustard.
Sunday, 25 September 2016
Kirsty Allsop in the tub
Kirsty Allsop was faced with a daunting challenge. She had agreed to take a part in a show where she was challenged to predict the sales of properties. If she was correct in her predictions over 75 percent of the time she would win. If she fell below 75 percent, she would lose and face having to sit in a bathtub while it was filled with mess. She would have to be within £5,000 of the correct selling price. She was pretty confident that she would be able to do this. She was an expert on property values and had been in the business for many years. Unfortunately for her, this show was being filmed right as the credit crunch happened. This made the market much more unpredictable. It would affect the sales prices of property dramatically.
Kirsty was going to try her best to avoid the mess. She really did not want to end up covered in mess. She was pretty confident that she would win though. She was so confident, in fact, that she agreed when she was asked to raise the stakes. If her percentage was below 50 percent, she agreed that she would not only get messed, but would do it in the nude as well. She felt that she knew what she was doing and would easily be able to win. She would come to regret her overconfidence before this was all over.
Unfortunately for Kirsty, the house market was in extreme fluctuation at the time that the challenge was made. Things were very unpredictable at this time. In a normal time, this challenge would have been relatively easy for Kirsty to win, but the financial upheaval changed everything. The bath tub was all set up for her as the results were revealed. A look of absolute shock and horror came onto her face as it was revealed that she was only correct on 45 percent of her predictions. Her mouth fell open. She knew what she was going to have to do and she was not best pleased about it. She was so shocked that she could not even speak. She was totally speechless. She had lost and now was going to have to face the ultimate humiliation.
She was allowed to go to the bathroom to undress in private. She tried to delay as much as she could, but knew that she could not stay in the toilets forever. After about ten minutes she came waddling out wearing only her high heel pumps. She had her knees together as tightly as she could and she firmly gripped her breasts and vagina in order to try to avoid them being seen. She was relatively curvy for someone in television. She had wide hips and a curvy behind. She was quite voluptuous. The problem she had at this point was that she only had two hands and was unable to cover everything with them. She also was unable to run as she was in heels and she was trying to keep her knees together. Her bare arse was still hanging out for anyone standing behind her to see. She knew that once she got into the tub, she would be able to shield herself slightly better, so she rushed to get into it. She waddled over and quickly climbed in. She did her best to cover up as she lifted her legs to get in. She then lowered herself into place. She was able to cover her lower parts now with her legs and her chest with her hands. She was as ready as she could be for what was about to happen to her.
The person who was getting to do the pouring was her sometimes colleague, Phil Spencer. He was going to thoroughly enjoy giving his curvy colleague the messing of a lifetime. He began with rice pudding in a massive bucket. He smiled as he looked down at the naked body of Kirsty. He then began to generously dump the rice pudding back and forth over her voluptuous figure. It rippled up and down the curves of her sexy body. It poured down over her head and then down her flopping breasts. She could feel it all over her, between her legs, on her nipples, on her voluptuous behind. She moaned as she felt it on her thighs and right up against her neatly trimmed vagina. The plopping of the rice pudding could be heard as it fell all over Kirsty. It slathered her hair and rolled over her face.
Next to come was what would traditionally go into a bath like this, baked beans, and lots of them. Kirsty looked up and turned up her nose when she saw that baked beans were next on her menu. She tensed up her shoulders as beans rained down upon her. They rolled over her dark hair and down her face. They then were sensually poured all the way down her sexy body. They rolled down her boobs and down her stomach. They then poured down her legs and into her crotch down to her behind. They were cold and soft. They felt sensual on her body. She gently rubbed some around on herself as if she were in a spa. She did not have to worry too much about her sexy bits showing now, as they were barely visible from the mountains of mess that covered them at this point. She squeezed her messy breasts and thighs.
Chicken curry was next to come for her. It was a dark yellow, almost gold colour. There was rice in the bottom of the bucket as well. It was the cheap frozen sort of chicken curry that was the cheapest that money could buy. Now it was in the process of pouring onto Kirsty’s head and body. The sloppy sauce rolled down her face and hair. Lumps of chicken poured over her chest and back. They stuck all over her. Clumps of rice also poured out and stuck all over her face and body. The sauce clung to her cheeks and nose. She could feel the chunks against her bare flesh.
Finally it was completed. Later it crossed her mind that she could have reneged on the bet and nothing much would have happened. She was sort of glad, in a funny sort of way, that it happened, because she had, somehow, someway, become slightly aroused by what happened. She would never admit it, but the feel of the sloppy mess on her bare body had made her very turned on. She did not even really understand why that was the case, but her body clearly had enjoyed it.