This is the start of the Eastenders vs. Emmerdale poll. There will be eight matchups. I will create the polls later as I do not have time now, but votes can also come through emails of comments on this one. I will try it out this way to see how it works, maybe, at first. Melissa Suffield is not in the poll because she will be in a different upcoming story. People like Sammy Winward and Suzanne Shaw are not the poll because they have been gunged already. I could probably post some pics and clips if people so desire. I also did not include actresses who have been in other stories on the website such as Jo Joyner, Kara Tointon, Rita Simons etc. The actresses that I included are some of my favourates. I know that I will have forgotten some that others will have wanted to see in the poll. Anyway, have a think about these matchups. I will post the polls soon, unless I get a good response beforehand. Take care. Thanks for visiting---JRG
Warning #1: This story contains some very adult content. If you're easily offended please do not read.
Warning #2: Nigella Lawson may not be into using food this way at. I have never met her so I don't know. As far as I know this story is not factual. Of course, there may be elements of truth to it. It would not be suprising if she was a closet wammer. Maybe she is reading this right now. Ok maybe not. lol
Nigella Lawson and her food fetish
Nigella Lawson is known for two things. She is known for her cooking and her love of food. She is also known for her sexuality. She is renowned for the sexual innuendo that she uses on her cooking shows. Some call her the queen of food porn. Her sexuality in her cooking and the way that she describes her cooking and eating has become famous. Her descriptions of the food that she makes are sometimes almost orgasmic. Nigella is also known for her incredible body, her large breasts and voluptuous backside. Nigella is also a bit of an exhibitionist. Recently, her neighbours have complained that they could easily view her naked through her bathroom window. When asked about this, she just laughed and said she would investigate. All of this being said, it is hardly surprising that Nigella’s orgasmic love of food goes beyond the consuming of it. Nigella has found a way to combine the two things that she enjoys the most in life into something that is even better. Of course those two loves are for food and for sexuality. The truth is, Nigella has been a wammer for years. She secretly surfs the internet and looks for pictures and stories of people getting food poured over them. It is her little secret that she visits websites and builds herself into a frenzy when she reads about these things. The fact that she has a full blown food fetish would hardly be surprising. It was a wonderful day for her when she discovered that the pleasure that she extracts from her food could be so much more. Below is a story of a typical evening for Nigella that happens for her from time to time.
Nigella spent a lot of time getting everything that she needed ready for the evening ahead of her. It was going to be an evening of absolute pleasure for her. She got everything ready in her bed room and when she was finished, what lie in front of her was a collection of some of the most sensual foods that anyone could think of along with a small collection of sex toys. She wore nothing but a sheer negligee at this point. She looked at what she had created and she smiled and laughed to herself. Nigella had no inhibitions whatsoever. This was going to be about one hundred percent sexual gratification for herself. She did not care if the neighbours could hear her. On the contrary, she actually, wanted them to hear her. The thought that they could hear her turned her on even more. She really did not mind if the whole world heard her. All the better.
Nigella approached her bed. She started to dance for her own amusement. She slowly gyrated her hips back and forth. She rubbed her hands down her hips. She massaged her breasts and her back side. As she danced, she slowly pulled the negligee off of herself, unhooking the straps at the top. She put her hands on her chest and slowly moved them down her body, taking the negligee with it, dropping it to her ankles. She stood totally naked in her room now. She wiggled her hips and danced for her own amusement. She rubbed her hand over her private parts and then over her rear end. She started fondling her own breasts. She played with her enormous nipples. They were already hard with anticipation and pleasure. Nigella knew all the right ways to touch her own body to illicit the most pleasure possible. She licked her lips and climbed onto her bed. She slithered herself up the bed on the satin sheets that covered them. The bed was enormous as well. “It’s time,” Nigella thought to herself.
She started with a large gateau. It was thick with strawberry jam, strawberries, custard and whipped cream. She laid the gateau down before her on its own on the bed. “I have always wanted to do this,” she thought to herself. Tonight she was going to throw all inhibitions aside, not only sexually, but with food as well. There are certain manners and rules around food, but sometimes when Nigella saw a cake or a pie, what she secretly wanted to do was just slam her face down into it and eat the whole thing at once. Of course this could never happen in real life for all sorts of reasons, but tonight Nigella was going to do anything and everything that she had always wanted to do. Nigella got onto her knees on the bed. She placed her arms behind her back. She clasped her hands together. She then lowered her face into the giant gateau. She pushed her face as far as she could down into the massive cake that was mostly cream and jam.. She closed her eyes and wiggled her face around in it. The feeling of the cream and jam sticking to her face felt like ecstasy to her. Being face down in the cakey mess made her moan and gasp. Her whole body tingled with pleasure. “Oh, oh yeah,” she said. The gateau was delicious as well. She stuck her tongue out into the cake and licked. “MMM, it’s so good,” she said. She started eating the cake, her hands still behind her back. She licked some of the cream and munched down on the caked. It tasted so good. “I must look like a pig,” she thought,” But, I don’t care. I want it. I want it bad.” She pushed her face down eating as much of the cake as she wanted to, licking it up. “It’s so good,” she said.
She then unclasped her hands and shoved them in what was left of the massive cake. She grabbed handfuls of the gateau, squishing it around. She rubbed her hands down the sides of her face, smearing the cake along her cheeks and she went. She then grabbed a second, similar gateau. She plunged her hands into it She grabbed handfuls and moved then moved them down her body. She smeared the cake along and fondled herself as she did. She rubbed the cake up and down her breasts, rubbing them and then down her stomach. She rubbed her creamy cake covered hands all over her stomach, covering it in creamy mess. She squeezed her massive breasts together in the cake. She then took two more handfuls of the gateau. She bent over, on all fours on the bed. She took a massive handful of the gateau and plopped it onto her ass, then another. She took both hands and started to plaster the cake all over her own backside. She rubbed her bottom and squeezed her own cheeks, covering her famous ass in creamy mess. Her ass was the centre of a lot of attention and pleasure for Nigella. She could not stop herself at this moment from sliding her fingers along her own butt crack and rubbing it with her mucky hands. She then took a third gateau, this one a black forest one, covered in whipped cream, chocolate and cherry pie filling. She took her hands again and shoved then into the cake, she then smacked her mucky hands against one knee, lifting her leg up in the air. She smeared the chocolaty mess down her calf to her ankle. She was trying to cover her entire body in cake. She then took more and rubbed it from her knee upwards to her thigh, covering her leg in the gooey mess. She then did the same to her other leg. What was left of the cake she grabbed and placed on the floor. She then lifted her legs in the air. She placed her feet in the air above and then slowly, but firmly moved them downwards, crushing what was left between her toes. She wiggled them around in the creamy cake. She then lifted one leg, bringing her foot upwards towards her face, bending her knee. She then stuck out her tongue and proceeded to lick some of the cream from her own big toe.
She then grabbed another black forest gateau. “Only one place left for it,” she thought. This was going to be amazing for her. She took the whole cream cake in her hand. She got onto her knees on the bed. She spread tem slightly. She took her hand and brought the cake between her legs, close to her vagina. She closed her eyes and gave a smirk. She then thrust the creamy cake straight into her private parts. She rubbed it around. “Oh god, yeah,” she squealed. She pushed the cake in with the palm of her hand. She leaned backwards. She now lay on her back. She rubbed the cake round and round over he private parts. She squealed and moaned. She thrust her hips into the cake. She rubbed her throbbing now sopping wet vagina. She began fingering herself with her mucky, cake covered fingers. Her pussy was now dripping in a mixture of creamy cake and Nigella’s own sweet personal juices. She fondled herself with her filthy hand as she grunted and moaned at the top of her breath. This felt so good that she did not care about anything else at that moment. She played with herself until as long as she could. She closed her eyes and removed her hand. She then got a naughty thought in her head as she looked at her hand. It was dripping with the mixture of cream cake and pussy juice. She looked at it and could not resist. She shoved her fingers into her mouth and stuck her tongue out. She licked the collected goo from her two extended fingers. She hungrily lapped up the mess. She sucked what was left off of her fingers.
For most women, that would have been enough, but this was Nigella. She had a wide palette and a huge appetite , both for food and for sex. Multiple orgasms were something that she had always thought about. Besides, she had prepared loads more food for tonight, and she was not going to let any of it go to waste.
Nigella eyed what was on the bed. “The chocolate mouse looks pretty yummy,” She thought to herself. It was in a big round plastic bowl. Nigella grabbed it and lifted it over one shoulder. She started to pour the thick chocolaty mousse over her back and straight down onto her ass. She gasped in ecstasy as she felt the touch of the soft mousse on her sexy backside. It poured down over her butt. She then lifted the bowl and poured more of the mousse straight down onto her enormous breasts. The brown pudding streaked down over her front, covering her breasts and falling down her stomach to her crotch. She tossed the bowl aside and placed her hands on both of her breasts. She squeezed and fondled her breasts in her head, rubbing the chocolate mousse round and round. “This would make a great episode of the tv show,” she thought,” Next, you apply chocolate mousse to posterior. This is too yummy to be true,” she thought.
Next she had some bowl of rice pudding. She took the first one and then cleared part of the bed off. She then slowly spilled the rice pudding onto the sheets. She took her hand and spread it around, making a big patch of rice pudding on the centre of the bed. She then hopped in the air and belly flopped onto the bed, landing backside first in the rice pudding. She lay out on the bed on her back. She then started rolling around on the bed. As she rolled the rice pudding slowly covered her body from the neck down. She playfully rolled back and forth like a child in a mud puddle. She took her hands and threw some of the rice pudding in the hair. It fell onto her face and stuck to her black hair. “MMM, that’s tasty,” she thought,” I have a great idea.”
Nigella grabbed the second bowl of rice pudding. She then decided that this would be the perfect time to break out her favourite vibrator. She grabbed the long, pink, rubbery, penis shaped vibrator. Nigella had so many good times with this little object that she could not even remember how long that she had owned it for. Nigella now dipped the vibrator into the rice pudding. She took her hand and made sure that it was covered in the mess from one end to the other. She was now going to simulate something else that she loved to do from time to time. She carefully lifted the vibrator. It dripped with rice pudding. She placed the tip into her mouth. The other end was in her hands. She was an expert at this as well. She ran her tongue along the edge of the head of the vibrator, licking some of the rice pudding off. She then stuck out her tongue and placed the vibrator on top of it, licking it a bit. She then pushed it into her mouth. She sensually played with it. Moving it in and out of her mouth, rice pudding falling from it and dripping down her chin the whole time. She then began sucking on it. She wrapped her lips around it, enjoying the taste and the feel. She could feel it in her mouth. She imagined the whole thing was in her mouth. She felt it even to the back of her throat. She closed her eyes and sucked on it. She dipped it back in the rice pudding and then back into her mouth. She simulated oral sex with the sloppy rubbery phallus. She was almost embarrassed about how enjoyable she was finding the whole thing.
After she was down tasting the vibrator, she thought to herself that she might as well get even naughtier. She took the rest of the rice pudding and dumped it over the vibrator. She then bent over and smacked her own bottom with the vibrator over and over again as got more and more excited. She was getting really hot by now. She now lay down on her back in the rice pudding that still covered her sheets. She bent her knees and spread her legs apart. She stuck her hand between her legs and gently touched herself. She then spread her pussy lips and pushed the sloppy vibrator straight up into her vagina. She moaned and screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt it inserted inside of her. She closed her eyes and then, expertly started working the vibrator in her hand. She pushed it in and out of her lovely vagina. She pushed it in and out, back and forth of her pussy. Her other hand ravished the rest of her body. She ran her hand through her hair as pushed the vibrator in and out, stimulating her pussy to the point of near orgasm. As she built to the point of bursting, she suddenly pulled it out. “Not just yet,” she said to herself,” There is much more fun to be had here.”
The next thing that Nigella had ready was a tray of freshly made tiramasu. It was one of Nigella’s favourite desserts. She pulled out the coffee flavoured pudding . She kneeled on the bed once again. She placed the long rectangular tray between her legs. She positioned it in place there. She then put her hands on the far edge. She then pulled the tray up vertically, thrusting the tiramasu into her body, from her breasts to her crotch. She pushed it in, squashing it against her body, plastering it on herself. She let the tray drop and then she put her hands into the tiramasu. She stuck one hand on her breasts, the other between her legs. She sensually rubbed the dessert all over herself. It was now mashed into a messy glop. She rubbed her knees and thighs in it.
“One more thing left,” she thought to herself. It was a huge bucket of caramel cake batter. This was going to be like heaven. She was going to be able to make herself into a yummy human cake. “I am like a pudding myself now. I wonder if someone would like to eat me all up. It might be nice for someone to lick this yummy pudding up,” she thought to herself. She stuck her index finger in the batter. She pulled out a dollop of the batter. She then stuck out her tongue and licked it off of her finger. “That, is gorgeous,” she thought to herself, “This is going to be ecstasy.” She took the bucket of cake batter and lifted it up. It smelled amazing, there was lovely ingredients in it such as cinnamon and brown sugar. She wanted to be covered in it, so badly. She closed her eyes and started to pour the batter down onto her face. She opened her mouth wide and let it engulf her. It covered her face. She then poured some down onto her body. She aimed some onto her breasts and then her ass. There was enough to go around, it plastered her whole body. She then arranged the sheets so there was a concave section in the middle of the bed. She then poured the rest of the batter into it, making a sort of pool for herself. She then threw the bucket aside and plunged her backside into the pool of batter. She squealed in ecstasy as she felt it all over her ass and crotch. She then lay down in it rolled around once again. The sheets were ruined by now, of course, but she didn’t care one bit. She playfully rolled, rubbed and contorted her body on the bed. She lay spread eagle.
She then took her hands and scooped some of the batter onto her vagina. She grabbed the vibrator again and thrust it between her legs as she contorted and writhed on the bed in pleasure. She could taste and feel the batter everywhere. It was a pleasure like she could only dream about before. She chose this moment to let herself go completely in a moment of absolute orgasmic ecstasy.
She lay on the bed afterwards, exhausted and covered in a mixture of food, sweat and her own lovely juices. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the moment. It did not take her long though before coming up with other ideas. She had only used dessert type foods this time, but really the possibilities were endless. She knew hundreds of recipes. She had enjoyed the evening like never before. If ever there was anyone who married the kitchen and bedroom together better, I could not think of who. It was a natural progression for her. From that day forward, food and sex became even more inseparable for her. She could not get enough of either and now she had combined them. It was the first of many of these days.
This scene is another disappointing pie cannon scene. Maybe I just have my hopes too high. This one is a woman called Jody Taylor. She totally lost the challenge. They could have got her way more messy than this. Maybe I just didn't like the pie cannon much.
I am making a few posted on the subject of disappointment and missed opportunity. These next few posts are about the pie cannon. It was a device used on Family Challenge and Wild Animal Games. Some incredibly attractive women were sent to the pie cannon. The problem is the pie cannon was not the best. At least I didn't think so. Below are some pictures of a very attractive woman in the pie cannon. As you can see, the results were not as good as they could have been.She deserved better, as she is incredibley attractive, at least I think so. Also, I don't think this clip is anywhere else on the net. I have lots of pictures like this. I need to find a site where I can post lots of photos.If anyone has suggestions please help!. Thanks---JRG
I have just completed all the soap special indivisual stories, so I will be starting the next group soon. I think I will do stories for all six. This weill be from Coronation Street: Lucy Jo Hudson, Georgia Taylor and Emma Edmondson and from Hollyoaks: Sarah Dunn, Nathalie Emmanuel and Saira Coudhry. I will do stories for them all because I like them all basically. I hope everyone will enjoy. As always, please let me know if there is anything that you would like to see.
Nikki Sanderson was asked to make a special appearance on a gameshow. It was explained to her that it would be a member of the public playing the game, but she would play a bit of a role in the game. It would be something like Hollywood Squares. The idea sounded like it would be good fun so Nikki agreed. She was told that the person taking part in the game itself would be a fan of hers. She did have a feeling that there may some consequences for her on the show, by the way she was given very little information before hand about what she was going to be doing, but she agreed to do it anyway. She was up for a laugh and had done this kind of show before. She wore a pair of tight fitting, black shorts and a short brown top.
Nikki came out on stage and introduced herself. The contestant was then introduced. He was in his early twenties He was a fan of Nikki and was clearly starstruck when he saw her. They shook hands and told each other that it was nice to meet one another. The host then explained the game to the contestant. Nikki would be helping him find some blocks with letters on them in a very large creamy pie that was set up on the floor. The word was five letters long. The contestant had to find the five blocks in the pie. Nikki would be helping him spell out the word with the blocks. He had two minutes to find the blocks and spell the word. He got into position and waited for his time to begin. The host stood by and he started to count down. “3...2...1...GO!,” he said. The contestant threw his hands in the giant pie and started rooting through it to find the oversized blocks. He quickly found the first two at the top of the pie. He was making great progress. He found a P and an S. He dove in further and managed to find an A. He had to really dig before he found a T. Nikki was busy arranging the blocks for him. She had an idea of what the word might be, so she arranged the blocks in that order. The contestant had to really work to find the last letter. It was close, but he finally found the letter. Nikki grabbed it and placed it in its correct place. They looked at it together and arranged the letters to spell pasta. A triumphant buzzer sounded, signalling that the answer was correct. The two jumped up and down and celebrated.
“Well done,” the host said,” You have won. Now it comes time to discuss your prize. You have a decision to make. You can either take home the cash prize or we can take Nikki here and put her in the stocks. That’s right, we will bring out the pillory. It will involves lots of messiness for Miss Sanderson here. What will you choose.” Nikki pointed to herself and smiled. The crowd urged him to choose option B. Nikki begged him please not to do this to her. After all, she had helped him to win the game in the first place. The contestant scratched his chin and pretended to think things over. “I think that I will have to go with the stocks. Sorry, Nikki,” he smiled and laughed. She turned bright red, her dimples looking very fetching. “Thanks a lot. That’s gratitude for ya,” she said. She playfully slapped him.
“So.” the host said,” I think that it is time that we brought out the stocks, don’t you?” The crowd cheered its approval. Nikki waived her hands and shouted,” Nooo!” She stuck her tongue out and ran her finger over her throat in a pretend throat slash. She then mimed a hanging motion. She then gave a big belly laugh, bending over and laughing at full voice. A large set of stocks were then rolled out from the back. It was on wheels. It was wooden and painted red. It was wheeled into place. The crowd gave some oohs and aahs as it was rolled out. “So here we are everyone, the stocks,” the host said,” Let me talk everyone through how this works,” he joked. He pointed to the centre hole in the stocks with his hand. “ You see, Nikki’s head will be placed in here,” the crowd gave a theatrical impressed sound. “And her wrists will go, right here. Then the top will be closed on her and then the stocks will be locked on her, rendering Nikki completely helpless. Then our friend here will be given some containers with some lovely messy substances in them. Then, of course, he will get the pleasure of pouring them all over Nikki. How does that sound everyone?” The audience cheered its approval. “Nikki, how does that sound?,” he asked. “Terrible, actually,” she said in a serious voice and then laughed. “Yeah, why do I have to go in the stocks? I think he should go in the stocks and I should get to pour gunge on him.” The crowd booed. “ Hey, it was worth a try,” she giggled,” The things that I do for my fans. Just be gentle with me pleas,” she said.
“So now it is time for us to do what needs to be done,” the host said. He unlocked the stocks and lifted the top. “Nikki, if you can step forward please,” he said. She stepped forward towards the pillory before her as directed. “Now, if you can place your head in here and you wrists in here,” he said pointing to the holes in the stocks. Nikki approached the stocks timidly. She bent down placed her head into the correct position. She positioned her neck in the hole. She then leaned over and placed her wrists in the holes either side of her head. She leaned over. The position of the stocks meant that she had to bend over to get into position. This meant that she had to bend her waist and that her backside was extended into the air. “Ok,” the host said,” Let me just move some of your hair out of the way so it doesn’t get caught when we lower the top.” He pushed her hair to the sides. He then asked if everyone was ready. They all responded with a resounding cheer. He then lowered the top of the stocks down. A sound effect was added as it closed. He then went to the side and secured the latch, locking Nikki into place. She fluttered her eyelashes and widened her eyes. Nikki was now completely helpless, locked in the stocks. She was at the mercy of the contestant she had helped win the game. Everyone cheered and laughed at the site of Nikki’s cute little face and hands sticking out of the stocks. From the other side one could see a very nice view of her adorable backside and legs. Her eyes shown and her dimples emerged as she smiled through gritted teeth. She did not know what was about to come her way at the hands of the contestant. In the meantime, buckets of mess were brought out to be used at her expense. She still begged for him not to do this to her. She could not fight now that she was all locked in.
“Ok everyone, now that we have Nikki in place, I think it is slopping time,” the host said. He held his hand out and pointed to the contestant. “Do your worst,” he said. The contestant lifted up the first bucket. Nikki tried hard to see what it was, but it was no use because she could not really move her head at all. He went beside her. He was just out of her line of vision. He lifted the bucket and played to the crowd. “Here we go,” the host exclaimed. He lifted the bucket and started to pour the contents onto Nikki’s back. Nikki’s body shuddered and shook. She found out instantly that the bucket contained ice water. He was bathing her in it. He spread the pouring down her back and then down onto her shorts, down her backside and then all the way down the backs of her legs. Her shirt and shorts were completely water logged. They were soaked. Her clothing went almost see through. The water dripped from her thighs and down her legs. She screamed and shuddered at the coldness of the ice water. He then took one of the ice cubes and placed it on the back of Nikki’s bare thigh. She could only close her eyes and bite her lip as she felt it on her bare leg. He slowly moved the ice cube down her thigh. It slowly melted from her body heat. He got to the back of her knee and rubbed the ice cube around. He then moved it down her calf. The ice melted away to nothing just as he reached the top of Nikki’s ankle. Nikki was embarrassed to admit how sensual this felt and tried her best to contain her inner pleasure at the sensations that she was experiencing.
Next the contestant produced a thick and creamy pie. This time he showed the pie to Nikki and held it just below her chin. He posed with the pie for a minute. She stuck her tongue out, making a funny face. The camera pulled in for a close up on Nikki’s face. She smiled before closing her eyes in a grimace. He then pulled the pie backwards and the slammed it straight into Nikki’s awaiting face. It hit with a thud, smashing creamy pie all over. He twisted the pie around and then backed away. The tin stuck to Nikki’s face for a few seconds before falling away and sliding down to the floor. When it fell, it revealed Nikki’s face splattered in the most sensual looking whipped cream imaginable. It covered most of her face. Her dimples and cheeks were plastered in the pie. She licked her lips and laughed. Pie fell from her eyebrows and nose. She could not move her hands to wipe any of the pie from her face. All she could do was shake her neck a little bit.
The contestant then took another pie. This time he went around to the opposite side. Nikki’s bent over backside was clearly going to be his next target. It did look incredible inside her shorts. The position that she was in gave him a great view and a perfect target for a pie. He place hi hand on her hip. He took the pie in the other hand. He spun it around in his hand a few times and then smashed it straight into Nikki’s rear end. As it hit, the stocks moved half an inch from the forced. He firmly held the pie in place on her backside. He then pushed it downwards, smearing pie down the backs of Nikki’s legs. Smooth, soft whipped cream rolled down the back of Nikki’s sexy tanned legs. She wiggled her behind around a little and fidgeted her legs around as well.
Nikki could not believe that this was really happening to her, but she had no power to resist it either. The contestant now grabbed another bucket. Unfortunately for Nikki, the bucket contained quite a large amount of some very disgustingly coloured split pea and ham soup. The soup was pea green and full of bits of carrots, ham and other assorted disgustingness. The contestant took the bucket and, once again, stood at the side of Nikki. She had no idea what he had in the bucket. She would be very surprised when it was poured. He held the bucket and started pouring the puke green soup up and down Nikki’s prone body. He started at her back. The soup hit her body with a sickening splattering sound, like someone walking in mud. It dripped and fell down her body. Her top was soaking. Her breasts hung down below her and were now dripping with pea green soup. He moved the bucket down her back and then over her backside. The soup poured onto the back of her shorts, trashing them. He then poured the green glop down the backs of Nikki’s legs. Her tanned legs dripping in puke green sloppiness. Finally, he moved the bucket over Nikki’s head, slopping it down over her head and right down her face. It matted her hair and then ran down the front of her face. The positioning of her body caused the soup to drip from her. Gravity took some of the soup down her body and collected in a puddled underneath Nikki and the stocks. This made the floor very slippery as well.
Finally, the contestant was handed one last bucket. This bucket contained honest to goodness pig slop. “Time to get sloppy,” the host said. The audience started to chant,” Slop, slop, slop.” Nikki began laughing and begging. Their chants got louder and faster as the contestant brought the bucket over to Nikki. “Slop, slop, slop,” they all cheered in unison. He lifted the bucket and let the slop flow all over Nikki. He started over her head. The slop was thick and corny yellow, with bits of discarded food and vegetables in it. It was extra disgusting and smelled terrible. He laughed as the crowd cheered. The slop poured down onto her face as she moved her mouth around, making funny faces. He then lifted the bucket high in the air and poured more slop down over Nikki’s body. It splattered everywhere as it hit her on the back and on the rear end. The disgusting substance bathed Nikki in its disugustingness. Bits of it stuck everywhere. She could do nothing as it ran down her legs. It flowed everywhere. He jumped up and down and pumped his fists to the crowd’s rejoicing when the bucket was empty. He then joined the host at Nikki’s side.
“I’ve been slopped,” Nikki said, laughing,” That slop was actually proper disgusting,” she said. She stood in her spot and waited for to be released from the stocks. “I think we should leave her in there,” the host joked. “Hey,” she said. “Just kidding,” he replied. He went over to the latch and undid it. He then lifted the top of the pillory up. He gave Nikki a hand to get out of the stocks. She stretched herself. She shook her head and flung some of the slop from her hair. She tried to wipe some of the mess from her eyes and then from her legs. She smiled and laughed and gave the crowd a waive. It was revealed that she was totally covered in mess. She bowed several times as the crowd gave her a round of applause. She then was lead off stage.
By request: Here is the Mollie King story. Mollie is one of the Saturdays. Maybe there will be more Saturday stories in teh future. Again, if any one has any requests for stories about themselves, people they know or celebrities, please get in touch and I will do my best to oblige.
Mollie King’s Super Saturday
The Saturdays area a group that spend a ton of time in each other’s company. They literally spend weeks at a time together on the road and in the studio. Sometimes the girls get a bit mischievous and like to play pranks on one another. They were usually just private jokes between one another. They were harmless, but could get pretty embarrassing at times for the person who the joke was being played on. Today, Mollie King was going to be the target of the prank. Her four band mates had spent the time to plan things out to the last detail. Mollie did not expect a thing. It was going to come as a complete surprise to her. The plan wasn’t exactly intricate though. Basically, they were going to get her into one of the dressing rooms, handcuff her and get her incredibly messy. It was simple, but effective and was going to be loads of fun.
The set up was planned for after one of the Saturdays appearances at one of the many festivals that they appeared at over the summer. The Saturdays had dozens of shows like this over a four month period. The four girls arranged for the prank to take place right after they came off stage. The four of them could not help but smile and give each other happy looks throughout their performance. This was the first time that they could not wait for the show to be over, because what was going to happen afterwards was going to be much more fun than even performing.
The show ended and the five young women headed off stage to their dressing room. They allowed Mollie to lead the way. She waived to the audience and headed off stage. Her four band mates followed behind. Mollie was wearing her usual sort of stage attire, she wore a very short purple mini skirt and a very tight fitting, cleavage showing, orange top that was very low cut around her bust line. She also wore a pair of white high heeled pumps. Her long blonde hair was straight yet flowing. The others wore matching outfits, but in different colour combinations. Mollie’s skirt was about as short as it could possibly be. It went right up to her backside and hugged her hips. Her long legs were exposed. They looked even longer due to the heels that she was wearing. The girls did not usually wear much on stage, because it became very hot out there under the lights. They had to dance through their routines, so the performances were physically demanding as well.
Mollie headed off stage and bounced towards the dressing room. The other four followed closing behind. All four entered the dressing room. Rochelle was the last in. She discreetly locked the door behind her so they would not be disturbed. Mollie headed straight for the bathroom. This fell right into the girls’ hands. While she was in the bathroom, they rolled out a chair on wheeled and set it up in the centre of the room. Una grabbed a set of handcuffs, so that they would be ready. The others got in position, so they could spring into action as soon as Mollie exited the bathroom. They waited a second until she came out. The second that exited the bathroom, Vanessa and Frankie grabbed her pushed her into the office chair. Her head spinned and she laughed and screamed before she realized what was happening. Una quickly grabbed her arms and handcuffed her wrists to the chair arms, so she could not exit. She laughed and looked around. “What is this?,” she asked, “What is happening here?” “Oh nothing special, Mollie dear,” Rochelle said,” Just one of our famous Saturday pranks.” “Hahaha,” Mollie said,” Ok, I see. So, what have you got planned for me then? Let’s hear it,” she giggled. “Well, it’s simple,” Una replied,” Just a little bit of mess. Well a lot of mess, gunge, messy food.” “All over you,” Frankie said. Mollie laughed. She knew that there was no use fighting them or getting too angry, because she was stuck. She knew the best thing to do was to try not to act too embarrassed and to try to act like she was not that bothered by the whole thing. They wanted to see her squirm. To be honest, she wished that she had thought of this before. “Why me though?,” she asked,” Surely Frankie would look a lot better covered in muck than I would,” she said. “Who knows what the future may bring,” Rochelle said,” But today it is your turn.” Mollie swung her legs and stomped her feet awaiting what was about to happen to her.
The girls then produced a plethora of containers and buckets, seemingly out of nowhere. “Oh my gosh,” Mollie said,” You were not kidding. Please be nice,” she joked. She laughed and blushed nervously. This was definitively going to be messy for her. She tried to keep her composure. She wanted to jump out of her seat and run away. She felt like she had ants in her pants. She started to squirm in the chair. She could not help herself. “Shall we girls?,” Frankie said. “let’s get started then,” Una said,” This is going to be so much fun.” Frankie approached first. She grabbed a pie tin. Encased in that tin was the sloppiest looking pie ever. It contained sloppy chocolate pie filling and creamy cool whip like cream. It was so watery and sloppy that Frankie had a job keeping it in the tin as she walked towards her helpless bandmate. She approached Mollie and came very close to her, straddling her. She lowered her head. Her face was so close to Mollie’s that they could feel each other’s breath. “This one’s all for you honey,” Frankie said. Mollie laughed and pleaded with her not to cream her. She shook her head. Frankie to the pie tin and placed it in Mollie’s face and she shook her head and squealed. She did not have to push the tin hard. When she turned it, the entire contents slid out of the tin, straight onto Mollie’s face, covering it in the semi watery mess. It oozed down her body, all over hr breasts and top leaving a round, long chocolaty trail down Mollie’s front. Loads of it made it’s way down into her chest, straight down between her breasts. She squirmed and wiggled at the feeling of the cold soppy mess against her succulent chest.
Vanessa took another pie tin. This one had wait appeared to be a caramel or toffee sort of pie filling covered with whipped cream. The pudding in these pies was made by the girls themselves. None of them were very good in the kitchen, so the pudding was not very well made. Some was watery or uneven. As it turned out this was even better because it made the pies even more sloppy and messy, which, as a result made them much sloppier for Mollie. Mollie stuck her tongue out as Frankie left her and Vanessa approached. Vanessa had a huge smile on her face. “Sorry, babe,” she said as she approached Mollie. Vanessa took her pie tin in one hand and leaned backwards. She put her other hand onto Mollie’s shoulder. She then quickly pulled her arm forward and thrust the pie into Mollie’s face. She hit Mollie firmly in her face. She then took the pie and pushed it upwards, smearing it over Mollie’s face and then over the top of her head, covering her hair with cream. She pushed it to the back of Mollie’s head. She then let go, letting the tin drop. She stepped away revealing Mollie totally creamed with the tan colour and white mess. Her mouth fell wide open laughing. Cream stuck to her teeth and mouth. Her tongue was sticking out, which was also smeared in cream. Globs of the mess stuck to her eyelashes and eyebrows as well. She was handcuffed to she could not clear any of the mess from her face. She could barely see now. All she could really do was lick her lips and try to get some of the cream from her face.
It was Una’s chance next. Una grabbed a pie tin that contained lemon pudding and cream topping. She followed behind Vanessa. She played with the tin with her hands, deciding exactly what she was going to do with the pie. She decided that Mollie’s sexy legs deserved to get the treatment next. They were still relatively on the clean side and certainly would look good in the bright yellow mess, at least Una thought so. Una approached Mollie, possibly her best friend in the world with the pie. She put her finger to her chin to show that she was thinking about something. “Una not you too!,” Mollie joked. Una just smiled sarcastically and gave a little waive. She walked towards Mollie. The other girls stood and cheered her on. She took her tin and twirled it. She then lowered it. She tipped it slightly and allowed it’s contents to spill directly onto Mollie’s thighs and skirt. Mollie winced as she felt the slimy lemon mess fall onto her bare thighs. Una then pushed the tin downward and smeared what was left into it onto Mollie’s knees and down her calves to her ankles. Mollie’s lap was filled with lemon mess and cream. Mollie lifted her legs up one by one, causing the messy lemon pudding to cover her legs and smush all over her even more. Una took her hands and rubbed the mess onto her friends skirt and legs as if she was applying suntan lotion.
Next in line of course was Rochelle. Rochelle’s pie tin was full of apple sauce, covered in squirty cream. She walked with purpose towards her helpless bandmate. Rochelle was tall and strong. She marched over to Mollie. “This is going to be fun,” Rochelle teased. Rochelle knew where she was going to plant the pie so she wasted no time in her approach. She walked quickly. She stood by Mollie and then bent over. She took her pie tin and smacked it straight into Mollie’s breasts. The apple and creamy mess poured onto her top and down onto her breasts. The applesauce also poured down her stomach and then all over her skirt. The fabric was now soaked with the mess of the pies. More poured onto her lap. The applesauce felt very cold. She had goosebumps. She shivered and squirmed as Rochelle served up the sloppy mess all over her body. She top dripped with the mess. Her expensive designed outfit was now smothered in oceans of sloppy mess. Rochelle then backed away, looking back at her handiwork and smiling from ear to ear.
Mollie was hoping that it was all over, but she wasn’t that lucky. There was more to come. There was still some buckets that her friends had ready to us on her. There were two enormous buckets that were now left. It would take two group members to lift each bucket. Both buckets were filled with gunge for Mollie. The first was lifted by Una and Vanessa. The bucket contained green gunge. They lifted the bucket in unison. It was incredibly heavy because there was so much gunge in it. Mollie began to laugh. “What are you doing now? More? Is that really necessary? Aren’t I messy enough already? Please girls, have a heart,” she protested. She knew they wouldn’t listen, but she tried to persuade them anyway. They stood behind Mollie with the bucket. “Slime time,” Vanessa said. The two girls lifted the bucket in the air. Mollie closed her eyes and crinkled her nose as she waited the impact of the slime that was going to be hitting her. She pulled her shoulders upwards. They lifted the bucket and started pouring the green gunge onto Mollie’s blond hair. It poured down the sides of her head, soaking her hair in the green goo. It then closed in on her face, covering it in a deluge of gunge. She held her breath as the gunge poured down over her face. She was showered in the gunge. It began to pour over he shoulders and down her front. It washed over her top and down onto her breasts. It poured down her arms. More fell on her from all directions. She could feel the gunge down her back, on her skirt and on her legs. She was now dripping in green gunge.
Now it was Rochelle and Frankie’s turn. They had an equally large bucket of orange gunge for Mollie. They smiled at each other cheekily as they approached Mollie. Mollie closed her eyes and gritted her teeth. She was already piled in mess, as was the dressing room floor. Rochelle and Frankie got themselves ready as the other two looked on and cheered them on. They raised the bucket high in the air and slowly began to dump the smooth, soft gunge onto Mollie. The orange of the gunge matched her low cut clothing. The gunge poured down her nose and then the rest of her face. It mixed with her lovely soft blonde hair. Gunge then fell down her front. It fell onto her skirt and down onto her legs. Orange gunge covered her thighs in streaks and dripped down her calves. They adjusted the bucket and dumped gunge directly onto Mollie’s ankle and then down onto her feet, covering her high heels in gunge as well. The gunge was incredibly thick on Mollie’s body. She tried to sputter and spit some from her lips and mouth. Her face was caked in the slime and she had no other means to try and remove it. She opened her mouth wide and stuck her tongue out. Finally the bucket was totally empty. Rochelle then took the empty bucket and stuck it over Mollie’s head. She left it on Mollie and walked away. She rubbed her hands together and hugged Frankie.
They left Mollie like she was for a little while. Eventually, they removed the bucket and released her from the handcuffs. They all applauded her. She tried to swing her arm and flick some gunge at the others, but they all ran away. At that point they informed Mollie that the whole thing had been video taped and lots of pictures had been taken, so this would be appearing on the internet in the very near future. Mollie ended up being the first one to use the shower. They were not cruel enough to stop her.
