Liz McClarnon set up by Kittens

Liz McClarnon set up by Kittens

Atomic Kitten had a string of hit songs several years back. The members of Atomic Kitten were Natasha Hamilton, Jenny Frost and Liz McClarnon. They were regulars in there time on Saturday morning kids tv shows like smtv live and ministry of mayhem. For the most part, they always seemed to end up clean without getting messy at all. On this occasion, they were set to appear on another similar weekend morning tv show. Before the show, Jenny and Natasha approached the producers of the show. They really wanted to set Liz up. They wanted to get her back because of some of her personal habits. As a group, they spent weeks on the road together, and that could be too close for comfort in some cases. They still liked Liz, but they really wanted to get some small measure of revenge against her. The producers were all too willing to make their proposal come true. Liz was going to get it and get it good. Natasha and Jenny could not be more excited. Liz was going to get it. Liz had no idea that it was going to happen either. She was going to be taken completely by surprise and her band mates were going to get to completely embarrass her on national television.

The group appeared on the show and everything seemed to be going as originally scripted. The show was known for its chaotic nature anyway, like a lot of Saturday morning kids tv shows. Finally the big moment arrived. The presenter grabbed the microphone. “Hey everybody, it is time for a gigantic surprise. All the kittens gather round.” they all came together around him. “Today, we have a little set up. One member of Atomic Kitten here has been nominated by the other members of the group for a bit of a good gunging.” Liz looked a bit puzzled. “It couldn’t be me,” she thought to herself. “It seems that they would like to get some revenge on this group member. That group member is Liz.” Liz pointed to herself and mouthed the word, me. “Jenny, Natasha, why is it that you have nominated Liz to get messy.” “Well,” Natasha said,” To put it kindly, flatulence.” “Yes, a bad case of BO I would say,” Jenny chimed in. Liz turned red with embarrassment. Her mouth falling open in disbelief. “As a group, we are together 250 days a year and someone’s, shall we say, personal hygiene can get very annoying after awhile,” Natasha said. “It just plain stinks,” Jenny said,” Sorry, Liz.” “So we want to gunge her good and proper.” “This is so embarrassing,” Liz said,” I don’t know which is more embarrassing, what they have said about me or the fact that they are probably going to get to gunge me on national tv.” Just then a fake farting noise came from behind Liz. “See,” Jenny said,” She can’t even hold it in for five minutes.” Liz laughed. “Can I say, they are lying as an excuse to get to gunge me. I do not have BO and I do not have uncontrollable flatulence. They are just trying to embarrass me.” “Don’t listen to her,” Jenny said,” Don’t be alone in a room with her or you will see exactly what we mean.” “You guys are terrible,” Liz said,” It is all lies she protested. Jenny held her nose and waived her hand in front of it. “She is overpowering,” Natasha teased,” It is filling the studio. They laughed at Liz. Liz pointed at them and said,” It was not me,”

“No matter,” the presenter said,” The gunging is still going ahead either way. “Please, no,” Liz put her hands in front of her in praying position and begged. The other two waived bye bye to her as she was lead to her chair. She took her seat. She wore a short black skirt and black boots. She had on a pink tank top and a white bra. The straps almost visible. Her legs looked incredible. They were all fake tanned, when she sat down even more legs was revealed. She looked incredibly sexy. Jenny took a sign that had a string around it and placed it around Liz’s neck. The sign read, “I have BO,” Liz held it in front of her and reluctantly posed with it. Her two band mates disappeared and then returned together , wheeling out a huge trolley full of things to pour on Liz.

“So Liz,” said the presenter,” How are you feeling?” “This is already the most embarrassing night of my life. I mean my body odour and flatulence are a topic of general conversation on national television and now my band mates are going to pour mountains of mess over me. Talk about embarrassing.” “You have to admit, you do stink,” the presenter said. “I do not!,” she shouted,” Everyone at home, don’t believe them. They are lying.” “Everyone at home, you should thank the lord that this is not smellovision. I can smell her from here.”

“Natasha and Jenny are you two ready to go,” the presenter asked. “We most definitely are,” Natasha said,” This is going to be very, very good. Sorry. Liz, but you are going to get it good,” Natasha said. “I have wanted to do this for so long,” Jenny said,” I want to do this so badly, you have no idea.” “Thanks a lot,” Liz said. She made a funny face, stuck her tongue out to the corner of her mouth and stuck two fingers up at her bandmates. ” We are supposed to be band mates and this whole time you have just wanted to pour slime and muck over my head. They have wanted to see me wallowing in the muck. I can’t believe it,” she said. “They are not kidding, they are going to love this. The rest of the tour, I will never hear the end of it.” The presented then strapped Liz’s ankles and wrists in place. She pretended to try and run away. She wiggled in the chair. He secured her ankles and wrists. She was completely helpless now, completely and Jenny and Natasha’s mercy. Liz McClarnon was about to get it and get it good. She pretended to struggle with the arm restraints. Liz pointed and them and gave a funny, incredulous face,” Are you girls, really sure you want to do this,” she said in a funny accent. “Very sure,” the two said in unison. “Ok, everyone,” the presenter said,” It is time to get Liz McClarnon sloppy.” Liz fidgeted in her seat.

Jenny and Natasha started off with large tins of baked beans. Each took one. Natasha took one giant can and held it over Liz’s head. Jenny took the other and held it over Liz’s incredible legs. They posed for the cameras, each giving a thumbs up. Liz then scrunched her face up and closed her eyes as she awaited the double barrel onslaught of baked beans. Natasha slowly started pouring her baked beans over Liz’s face. The beans made their way down her streaked hair and down her tanned face. She closed her eyes as the beans in their repellent juice poured in two streams down her eyebrows, nose and mouth. The site of the beans on Liz’s incredibly sexy face. She gave a pained look as she felt the nauseating touch of the beans on her face and skin. More poured down her neck, over the birth mark that she has on her neck. It fell onto her arms and cleavage, down her top and into her armpits. Meanwhile, Jenny directed her beans directly onto Liz’s bare, tanned sexy legs. She started pouring baked beans onto Liz’s thighs. She moved the can forward and spread the beans in a sheet over legs and down her knees, then down onto her calves and then her boots. The beans were now all over Liz’s thighs. She could feel them between her legs. She could barely move them, because she was strapped in. Jenny delighted in pouring the baked beans on top of Liz’s naked legs. Liz’s calves dripped with beans. Her boots had beans over and in them as well. Jenny then poured more of the beans onto Liz’s skirt. Liz was already covered from head to toe and she knew that there was much more to come for her. She stuck her tongue out, licking her lips. She tried to move her head to remove some of the excess beans, but could not do much because of the restraints. Beans continued to roll down her face. Beans dripped from her nose, mouth, chin and fringe.

Jenny next grabbed a bottle of chocolate syrup. Natasha grabbed a bottle of thousand island salad dressing. They approached Liz together. Jenny took the chocolate syrup and started pouring it up and down Liz’s tank tip. She moved it back and forth with broad stokes in M like formations. Liz’s top dripped with brown chocolate. She put more onto Liz’s breasts. She placed the bottle upside down in between Liz’s breasts and squeezed, pouring loads down her top. She then took the bottle and directed the chocolate syrup up and down Liz’s arms, turning them gooey and brown. She then took the bottle and placed the nozzle into Liz’s arm pit. She then sprayed as Liz screamed. She then did the same to her other arm pit. Finally, she lifted Liz’s skirt. She placed the bottle up her skirt, in a very awkward position and sprayed her with it. Lix’s skirt and underwear dripped in chocolate brown.

Natasha then took the bottle of thousand island salad dressing. It was orange and thick with little greenish bits in it. Natasha wiggled the bottle in her hand for the audience. She then turned it over and started dumping the salad dressing directly onto Liz’s awaiting face. Liz bit her top lip with her bottom teeth as the orange salad dressing began to pour onto her face. The dressing was soft, silky and smooth. It glopped down onto her face. It covered her fringe and the top have of her head. In a second her whole face was covered. When the flow stopped only her eyes and mouth were not orange with the dressing. The rest of the salad dressing, Natasha poured onto Liz’s legs. She gleefully emptied the rest onto liz’s knees and then all over her thighs. Liz moaned as she felt the dressing on her bare skin. She was now a mess with orange and brown against her sexy smooth, sweat drenched tanned skin.

Natasha and Jenny then took a bucket of gunge each one yellow and one purple. It was very thick gunge. It was not like slime or see through in any sort of way. It was the consistency of custard. Natasha took the bucket of purple gunge and began to pour it over her defenceless band mate. She raised the bucket and playfully tipped it over, moving it back and forth, spreading the purple muck generously all over Liz’s prone body. Liz remembered thinking that the gunge felt like some sort of bodily fluid dripping all over her body. The purple gunge piled over the mess that already covered Liz. Jenny then took her bucket of yellow gunge and tipped it over Liz’s head. Streaks of it ran down her hair and down her face. She closed one eye as half of her face was completely covered in the yellow gunge. The gunge poured down her nose and face. Her neck and back were covered next. It was poured down her arms and down her back. She could feel the gunge falling down her back and the back of her shirt. The gunge pooled at the small of Liz’s back and then down the back of her skirt and all over her ass. She could feel gunge in her clothes, in her boots, up her skirt. She could feel gunge collecting between her thighs and under her backside. She was now completely soaked in mess from head to toe.

Natasha then spoke up,” As you all may know, Liz is quite the cook. She even had her own special dish that they sold at a famous Pizza Chain. It is this lovely tuscani pasta. We just thought that we would serve some of it up to Liz.” “Oh no, please don’t,” Liz said. Natasha displayed the bowl filled with the dish that Liz had designed herself. Jenny and Natasha took a big bowl of it together and mocked Liz with it. They told her how yummy it was, and so nutritious. They held the bowl in front of her face as she begged them off. They then took the bowl, together and thrust it into Liz’s face. They rubbed her face into her own pasta dish. They twisted her nose in it with a fury. They then threw the bowl down, leaving Liz covered with the pasta for the dish.

Next, Jenny and Natasha each grabbed two garbage bags each. Each bag contained piles of discarded food waste and other assorted garbage. It was mouldy and stunk to high heaven. “It smells as bad ass you,” Jenny joked. They ran over to Liz ripped the trash bags open, emptying the contents over Liz. The garbage fell out, landing all over Liz. Banana peels, bits of discarded food, rotten vegetables, bits of every day household rubbish plastered in real filth fell onto her. It stuck all over her. Her band mates feverishly tore the bags open and emptied them onto her. Garbage water fell onto her. She was sure that the garbage had worms and even maggots crawling through it. Flies had been circling the bags as well. Bits of garbage stuck to her face. If she didn’t stink before, she certainly did now. She was covered in the stinky garbage.

As the final crowning glory for Liz, her band mates now grabbed and enormous bucket of manure. They held it up together and shouted, ”Manure” to the crowd. Liz just cringed. Jenny and Natasha stood behind Liz. “Liz McClarnon, meet manure,” they shouted. She closed her eyes and gritted her teeth as the thick, chunky manure began to flow from the bucket. It oozed in a large chunk downwards through the air and landed on her head. She knew how much her fellow members of Atomic Kitten were loving pouring manure over her. The manure covered Liz’s face and covered her neck and shoulders. Gravity took manure down her breasts and top. It fell down her body, onto her skirt and down onto her legs. The thick brown muck covered her in foul smelling brown mess. Finally they poured the last of it down the back of her neck. They each took one last handful and rubbed it into Liz’s face. Her band mates celebrated and the entire audience cheered and laughed at Liz as she sat, strapped to her chair plastered in muck.

“That was the best night ever,” Jenny said,” She really deserved it. It was so much fun, at Liz’s expense of course.” “How sad,” Natasha said and then started laughing. The presenter unstrapped Liz’s wrists and ankles. She took both hands and cleared loads of manure and garbage from her face. She then tried to dig some mess from her skirt and tank top. She tried to throw a handful of muck and Natasha and Jenny, but they were too quick. They ran off screaming. “So, Liz, how’s it going?,” the presenter said. She gave a pissed off look and shook her head. “How’s it going? Look at me! I am covered in manure, garbage and god knows what else. I don’t know where to begin. Those two cows. They forget they have to travel with me 250 days a year. Wait till we get back on that bus.” The presenter said goodbye to end the show. Liz gave a fake smile and waived as the show ended.

Amy Barnes (Ashley Davies)

Disclaimer: The following story is a bit different from the usual ones. It might not be to everyone's taste, but I enjoyed it so maybe others will as well. Of course it is pure fiction and pure fantasy. I hope people enjoy it.

Amy Barnes (Ashley Davies)

I had lived in town for a little while. I became familiar with Amy Barnes over time. Although she wasn’t obviously over the top gorgeous. She wasn’t a glamour model or Hollywood star type like a lot of the women in Hollyoaks, there was something about her that I found irresistibly attractive. She was beautiful, intelligent, kind and funny. I found her very attractive. We had flirted several times, but nothing had ever really come of it. I did not want to push things too hard, in case she rejected me. Although she was nice to me and a bit flirty, she was a bit like that with everyone. I wasn’t really sure if the attraction was mutual or not.

One day it came to pass that there was going to be a concert and charity event for the youth charity in Hollyoaks. I as I work for a charity, I was asked to come up with something as a part of the event. Because I do have this fetish for wet and messy, it did not take long for an idea to pop into my head. The idea of course was a gunging before the concert. Much to my surprise, the managers in the company loved the idea and gave me the go ahead. All I needed to do was find a volunteer. Of course the first person’s name who popped into my head was Amy Barnes. Amy, of course would have been my number one choice of anyone in town to gunge. At worst, it would give me the opportunity to talk to her. It would be a sort of ice breaker. After all, the worst she could do was say no. then I would just have to look for someone else to gunge. There were dozens of attractive young women in Hollyoaks. One of them would be willing to get gunged for a good cause if Amy wasn’t. The situation was win win. That being said, I was still very nervous about speaking to Amy about it. It was still a little bit embarrassing. Although she might not see anything sexy in a gunging, in my mind anything that involved messy food being poured on someone, coupled with Amy Barnes was inherently sexy. Plus it was a big ask, she might be totally repulsed. She might get offended and think how could I ask her to do something so disgusting. As I said though, Amy seemed to have a pretty good sense of humour so she probably would not react badly even if she did not want to do it. I am a bit shy anyway, so talking to a woman that you fancy, that you don’t know to well, is always nerve wracking anyway.

Luckily, I happen to run into Amy at the local shop. I plucked up my courage and walked over to her. “Hi, Amy,” I said. “Oh hi, how are you?,” she said with a smile. “I am great actually, how are you?,” I replied. “Not too bad,” she said in funny voice with a smile,” Just doing some shopping for the tea tonight,” she said, “How’s work?,” she asked in her sexy accent. She knew that I worked with the children’s charity and being a young mother herself she was very interested in it. “Work is great, actually,” I replied,” We are just planning a pretty big fund raising event that is coming soon. It is going to be huge,” I said. “Wow, that sounds great,” she said,” I tell you what, if there is anything that I can do to help, I would love to take part. I don’t have much money, but I could volunteer. If I am needed just let me know.” “Actually, Amy, it’s funny that you say that, because I was actually going to ask you if you would be willing to take part in a special part of the event,” I said. “Well, thanks for thinking of me. Whatever it is. I will do it. It’s all for a good cause right. Anything to help the kids.” “Amy you are a star. The only thing is, I had better explain what this particular role is, because you might feel differently after I tell you what you would be doing.” “Surely, it can’t be that bad. I am sure it will be fine, but go ahead explain,” she smiled. “Well Amy, it is a charity gunging.” Amy licked her lips and rolled her eyes back. “Basically you would be the person that would be getting the gunging. I understand if you do not want to take part now that you know what it is all about.” “So basically, I would be having buckets of messy slop poured on me in front of everyone.” I thought she was going to slap me or walk off in a strop. She thought for a moment and scratched her head. She then laughed and smiled. “Ah, go on then,” she said,” I think that I am up for it. There is one catch though,” she smiled and her eyes twinkled. She then came closer to me. The look on her face became intense,” One condition. I’ll let you pour all that disgusting mess all over me, but afterwards, I get to have my revenge.” “Revenge?,” I said with a lump in my throat. She grabbed me by the tie with one hand and placed the other hand on my leg. “That’s right, afterwards, you have to come back to my flat and I get to have my way with you. I can do anything that I want. You will be all mine. I have some handcuffs back there as well. You can pour that filthy, dirty gungey mess on me anyway you like. I’m all yours, but then later on, in the bedroom the roles will be reversed. What do you say?” She winked her eyes and licked her lips lustfully. We were both perspiring and the sexual tension in the air was palpable. “That sound perfect to me,” I replied. At this point we both knew for certain how we both felt about each other. It was all we could do to hold it back, but we knew that waiting would make it even better. We also both were aware that we felt the same way about the gunging. She knew why I had asked her and I knew why she accepted. “I have been waiting for this for a long time. I’ll be at the concert at seven thirty for my gunging. Make you to make it as filthy and dirty and disgusting as possible. I want to have that filthy gungey mess all over me. I want you to be the one pouring it. I love the idea of you pouring it all over my body.” she stuck her tongue out suggestively. “ It’s going to be so naughty You know, if you wanted to get me all messy, you only had to ask,” she said as she exited the shop. She gave a smile and a little wave as she left. Clearly that could not have gone any better. I never envisioned that things would have gone that well.



I spent the next few days gathering up the perfect items that I was going to pour over Amy. I knew that I was a lucky man. I really could not believe my luck. It was going to be a great day for the organisation. The day was a complete success. Of course, it was a personal dream come true for me for more reasons than anyone would really realize. The gunging was advertised as a part of the event.

Amy was true to her word and was there dead on seven thirty. She wore a pink blouse and a khaki coloured mid length pair of Capri shorts. She was dressed quite smart. She entered with an enormous smile on her face. “How do I look?,” she asked. “You look fantastic,” I told her. “Thanks,” she replied,” You don’t look so bad yourself. I have been looking forward to tonight all week.” she said. “You are not the only one,” I said. “What we are going to do to each other tonight,” she said,” It is going to be very fun.” one of the other organisers came into the room at that point. Amy clammed up, but smiled and winked. “Ok, Amy,” I said,” What will happen is I will go out on the stage and give and introduction for you. You will hear some applause and then you can come out. We’ll talk for a minute and then you will sit in the hot seat and then we will do our thing,” I told her. “Sounds, good,” she replied. I passed by her and she tenderly touched my arm with her hand. “See you on stage,“ she whispered. We made eyes at each other and then I went out on the stage.

I took the microphone. “Hello, everybody.” The crowd cheered. “We thank you for being here today and raising all of this money for the charity. We all really appreciate it. So, now we come to a very special part of the evening. It is just about time for the gunging to happen.” People in the crowd whistled and cheered. “ Today, we have a very special someone who has so kindly volunteered to take the gunging for the charity. She is a very brave person. I think we should all give her a hand and show our appreciation, Amy Barnes, ladies and gentlemen.” They cheered as Amy walked onto the stage, Smiling and waiving. She then gave a pretend anxious look, pretending to bite her nails. She entered and stood beside me. “So, Amy, you are a very brave person and a very generous one to volunteer for this.” “Well, what’s a little mess between friends. Anything for the charity. I am just so glad I can help. Thanks for having me. It is sort of an honour, in a weird way,” she said in an exaggerated voice. “I hope everyone enjoys it. I’m sure my kids would love to see this. Who doesn’t love a good gunging eh? I hope this is making someone‘s fantasies come true.” She gave me a seductive look. “Well Amy, you are a very good sport I must say. Time to sit down on the hot seat.” The chair was brought out and placed at the centre of the stage. Amy lowered herself into it taking her seat. She crossed her legs and adjusted her skirt. “So, Amy,” I said, “Any final words?” “Yeah, there will be payback. I will get my own back a little later, I promise you that. I will have the last laugh.” She wiggled her eyebrows and laughed. Only the two of us knowing the secret double meaning to what she was saying. “Perhaps,” I said, “ But for now, it is gunging time.” ”Oh well,” Amy said, placing her hands on her knee.

The crowd began chanting,” Gunge, Gunge,Gunge”. Try as she may, Amy could not stop herself from blushing with embarrassment. The first item that I grabbed for Amy was an enormous catering sized bottle of golden yellow brand mustard. Amy leaned over and had a look. “Mustard? Ok, that’s fine. I am just taking a mental note here of everything ,” she laughed, motioning with her hands. She gritted her teeth as I stood behind her. The mustard bottle was a squeeze bottle so it gave me total control over the mustard as I let Amy have it. The first thing that I did was place the tip of the mustard bottle against the tip of Amy’s nose. I squeezed out a blob of mustard on the tip of her nose. She tried to stick her tongue out as far as she could to try to reach the tip of her nose, but she could not manage it. I then squeezed mustard up her nose. I then started squeezing the mustard onto Amy’s dirty blonde hair. I moved it back and forth, dropping lines of thick mustard on to her bangs and hair. Then down her face. Bits of the mustard collapses and fell down her face. I then pointed the tip onto her cheeks and sprayed the mustard onto her face. She was dripping in the yellow mess already. I placed more on her nose and mouth. Bits stuck to her teeth and dripped down her lips. I then took the bottle and aimed it at Amy’s blouse. I moved it back and for in z like patterns across her top. The top was silky and sift any way, but the mustard weighed it down considerably. Her bra straps were showing. I then sprayed more mustard onto Amy’s khaki shorts and then down onto her pale white legs. She stuck her right leg out and smiled. “Mustard me baby,” she said. I started at her toes that were in her sparkly white strappy sandals. I placed my hand on her bare thigh and moved the mustard bottle up her ankles and calves, squeezing the mustard onto it, Then onto her knee and up her thigh. I made sure to get some on the back of her legs as well. She then placed her leg down and raised the other one onto my knee. She placed her hands behind her head and reclined in a relaxed position as I poured the mustard onto her other legs. I spent the time to ensure that I enjoyed every minute of pouring mustard on Amy’s legs. I did it in a circular pattern up her ankles and calf. I tossed the mustard bottle aside when it was emptied. Amy lowered her legs. He body and clothes were a mixture of their natural pale colours and the bright yellow of the mustard. She took her hands and wiped some of her body. She then placed her hands in front of her, waiving them about, showing everyone the mess on them.

The next item I picked up was a bucket full of cottage cheese. It was cold and wet and downright revolting, but I knew that Amy would like how it was going to feel when it was poured onto her warm skin. “Cottage cheese,” she said,” You really are going to get it later,” she whispered to me under her breath. This time Amy closed her eyes and grimaced. I approached her with the bucket. I lifted it and started to pour the tick sloppy mess down over her head. She closed her eyes as the cottage cheese poured over her head and face. It covered the sides of her face and cascaded down her face. It was thick and white and incredibly slimy. It also smelled quite terrible as well. She took her hand and in one swoop wiped her face. The cottage cheese was now all over her neck and flowing down her shirt. The whole front was engulfed in it. I then moved the bucket slightly and aimed what was left into Amy’s lap, all over her lovely shorts and onto her bare thighs. She opened her legs a bit as the cottage cheese poured over her. It fell and trickled down her calves to her feet. She wiggled her toes in her sandals. She cringed as I poured the final bit over her head. I took my hand and placed it on top of her head, wiggling it around a bit. She cleared her eyes and wiped some cottage cheese from her mouth. A big dollop fell from her chin. She gave a squeal. She then whispered to me,” I kind of liked that. Is that ok?,” and laughed. “Oh yes,” I said, “I want you to enjoy this.”



Amy leaned back in her chair again. She put her legs in front of her and crossed them, as she did, she kicked her sandals off. She gave a satisfied sort of yawn and smile. Almost indicating that she was enjoying herself. “Is that all you got?,” she teased,” Do you have some ketchup to go with that mustard?,” she shouted with her hand to her mouth. “Actually, I do,” I said. “bring it on,,” she teased. I grabbed the enormous ketchup bottle and brought it over. I held it over Amy’ body and started to squeeze. This time I held the bottle in mid air and let the ketchup fall and find its way to Amy’s body on its own. I squeezed out splodges one after another. They fell through the air and landed up and down Amy’s legs, on her shorts and up her body. Then I moved the bottle further up, squeezing more. This time it fell onto her hair face and down her shoulders. There were red dots of ketchup everywhere then lines. She closed her eyes and stuck her tongue out as ketchup fell onto her face. The red looked amazing against the thick soft whiteness that was the cottage cheese that already was all over her. I poured more on top of her head and down her neck. Her face was burrowed as she shivered as the ketchup covered her. She bit her lip and wiped her eyes off.

Next I got out a bucket of baked beans. I told her that the beans were next. She just laughed. “I think that they would really suit me actually. They would go with my hair colour,” she said. “I know you eat a lot beans anyway,” I said. “You’re not wrong there,” she replied. We then just looked at each other and laughed at the absurdity of the conversation that we had just had. “Just pour them on my head,” she said, motioning with her hand. “Why did I bother wearing makeup,” she exclaimed. I then came over to her. I head the bucket in front of her and then a slowly lifted it, tipping the beans onto her face first. Her face was instantly covered in hundreds of baked beans. I then went behind her and poured more over her head. She closed her eyes as her whole world became nothing but baked beans. The beans poured down her beautiful face, down her nose and cheeks, down her lips. They poured down her top leaving beans everywhere. They stained her shorts forever as they poured over her. She gently kicked her legs as I poured baked beans on them. The beans did suit her. They looked incredibly sexy as the slime oozed over Amy’s sexy pale body parts. She felt beans touching her bare thighs. She could feel beans inside her shorts. I poured more down the back of her shorts on her backside and panties. The feeling of being completely at my mercy while I poured these disgusting substances all over her body turned Amy on more than she ever thought was possible. She just closed her eyes and thought about what was happening. That alone made her feel very hot indeed. Amy was now dripping in baked beans from head to toe.



“On final bucket,” I said. “Go on then”, Amy replied,” Make sure it is messy.” The last bucket was filled with cole slaw. “Cole slaw,” I told the crowd. Everyone cheered and whistled. Amy readied herself in her seat. “Ok, everyone, here we go.” I lifted the bucket filled with rancid, gone off cole slaw. Amy leaned forward, hugging herself. Her back was bent forward and her head was out in front of her. I held the bucket with both hands. I waited a second. Amy looked around in all directions. I then let the cole slaw flow. I took the utmost pleasure as poured the lumpy disgusting creamy slop straight onto Amy’s head and down her face. The foul smelling slop oozed from the bucket straight onto Amy’s facial features. It poured onto her face. She closed her eyes. The stink was overpowering. Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened as it poured down onto her head and then the back of her neck. Her hair was now full of cole slaw. I then took more, Amy stretched her legs out again. I tipped the cole slaw onto her calves and then poured it up her legs, all over her thighs. The slop looking revolting to everyone else as it covered her legs. The rest I poured onto her shorts and all over her crotch. Amy sat almost motionless as the mess ended. She looked blankly ahead with a slight smile.



“Amy Barnes, everyone,” I said,” She really deserves a round of applause. She really did take that well.” The crowd applauded her. “Any last words, Amy?,” I asked. She pointed at me and shook her finger. “Just you wait,” she said,” There will be payback.” She smiled and wiggled her eyebrows knowingly.

I helped her to her feet and we walked back stage. “Well,” she said,” I hope that you enjoyed that,” in her soft sexy voice,” I sure did, but I think it is about time for me to get my own back. I was all yours out there. You do whatever you wanted to me. I was your slave. Now it is going to be your turn. Now I am going to be in charge and you are going to me my slave. I am going to get to do whatever I want to you now. Come on lets go back to my place. We can go straight upstairs.” “Don’t you want to get cleaned off first,” I asked her. “There’s no need for that now. That can wait. I don’t know how much longer I can.” She bit her lip. She took me by the tie as we exited.

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Below is a scene that I really enjoyed when I was younger. I still enjoy it. It is from the show Hey Dude. Bradley and Melody are evesdropping on guys. The guys had earlier evesdropped on them and decided to set them up. Below are the results. Brad and Mel are still incredibly hot. At some point they will be in a story. I hope you enjoy.

Lauren Branning (Jacqueline Jossa) vs. Whitney Dean the results

Lauren Branning (Jacqueline Jossa) vs. Whitney Dean the results

Lauren and Whitney were very close friends for many years. Lauren had been very supportive of Whitney for a long time. She had helped Whitney through a lot of very difficult situations. She was always trying to cheer her up and Whitney was always down and depressed. One day Lauren came up with a silly idea that she thought Whitney might enjoy. In Walford, there was going to be a special summer fete. Lauren’s idea was a gunge vote. Lauren approached the powers that be that were planning the fete. They loved the idea. Lauren knew from the beginning that she would be the one losing. She did not mind getting messy, because it was for her friend. If it would cheer Whitney, Lauren was willing to take one for the team. It really was a selfless act. She hoped that Whitney would appreciate what she was doing for her. In essence, it would be public humiliation for Lauren. The whole town would be laughing at her. She would like all the attention that she was going to be receiving though. She secretly loved being the centre of attention, like a lot of young women her age.

Lauren actually went far and wide spreading the word. At one point she stood up in the Vic and said,” Hi everyone. I want to let everyone know. I am going to be getting gunged on Saturday at the fete. Anyone who wants to see me get messy, come out and watch. A good time for all.” People thought she was a bit crazy. That being said, most people did not want to miss what would happen for the world. Also, Lauren set it all up so it would be a complete surprise to Whitney. Lauren worked quite hard to arrange everything. She got Whitney there and made sure that all the mess was there and ready. She had thought of everything and finally the big day arrived. Lauren prepared at her house with her sister. “Abby, I’m going to get gunged,” Lauren said. She opened her mouth wide and gave a fake surprised look then started laughing. “It’s going to be so funny. Whitney is going to come in and be told, you will be gunging Lauren, and I will be like Ugh.ha..haha. Oh my god, so embarrassing. I‘m going to get it so good. It is going to be all over me. I can‘t believe it. Don‘t laugh too hard will you.”

Lauren invited Whitney to come to the fete with her. It wasn’t as easy to get her to come along as one might have though. Whitney was being mopey as usual. Lauren insisted however, and eventually, she was able to convince her to come along. Lauren and Whitney strolled around the fete and had a good day and some laughs together. As the time arranged for the gunging approached, Lauren began to speak to Whitney. “I have a confession to make, Whit,” Lauren said. “I know that you have been feeling down, so I have made some arrangements for a little something today, that I hope that you will enjoy. You better enjoy it, because it is going to be at my expense.” “I don’t understand,” Whitney said. “Don’t worry,” Lauren said,” It is all set up, just go along with whatever happens and I promise that you will love it,” Lauren said.



Lauren took Whitney by the hand and lead her up onto a small stage. It seemed like the whole town had gathered around to see what Lauren had planned including all of Lauren and Whitney’s family members. Lauren thought to herself that maybe she had done too good of a job getting the word out about this, after all, she was going to be the one getting the mess, not Whitney. It would all be worth it though, Lauren told herself.

Lauren grabbed the microphone and started talking. “Hi everyone, thanks for joining us here today. As you all know, we have something very special planned. I think Whitney is the only one who is not aware yet of what is happening. Basically Whitney there was a little thing that was arranged called a gunge votes. You and I were the candidates, but the truth is , from the beginning, we all knew that I would be the loser. So basically, what is going to happen is, in a minute, some buckets of disgusting mess will be brought out here and you, my friend are going to get the chance to empty their contents all over my body. I am going to get nailed. You are going to get to just let me have it. Think of it as a gift from me to you.” “Wow, Lauren, I don’t know what to say. You are a good friend,” Whitney replied. “Eh, don’t mention it, what is a little slop between friends? And everyone, go on laugh at me, feel free. See the girl get covered in slop. It’s gonna be all over me in a minute.”

A chair was brought out which Lauren sat on. The buckets of mess were dragged out as well. Whitney had a look at what was in store. She rubbed her hands together and gave an evil laugh and smile. “I would not want to be you right now, Lauren,” Whitney said. “What have I let myself in for?,” Lauren said. “Don’t be shy, Whit, you just take that mess and do what comes naturally,” Lauren said. “I am so, going to nail you,” Whitney laughed.



Lauren’s parents, sister and her parent’s partners were up front so they could get the best of what was going to happen to Lauren. All of them had dreamed of doing something like this to Lauren at one point or another. She could be moody and opinionated as well. Her sister Abby was the one who wanted to see this happen the most. She always had a bit of sibling rivalry with her big sister. She was thrilled to see her big sister getting trashed like this. This really was a dream come true for her. She was right there cheering Whitney on. Lauren’s parents Tanya and Max were right there as well to see their daughter get sloppy. Whitney’s brother Ryan was also stood in the front row observing. Lauren had fancied him, but he had rebuffed her advancing. He secretly was going to love seeing her get nailed as well. He also thought that it was very nice of her to do this for his sister. Others gathered included Max’s partner Vanessa and her daughter Jodie along with Tanya’s new husband Greg. Tanya’s sister and mother were there as well. Even Max’s brother Jack and sister Carole were there. Even Dot was there to see this happening.



“I’m going to get dirty,” Lauren said,” I am a dirty, dirty girl.” She stuck her tongue out and put her hand to her nose, with her thumb touching it, making a semi rude gesture. “Let her have it Whit,” Max yelled out. “Yeah get her good,” Tanya shouted. Lauren pointed them and laughed. She then raised her fist and put on a fake angry face. She then put her finger to her lips and told them to shush. She waived her hands in front of her saying no. She then put her hand to her throat and moved it across, motioning a stop signal. She then stuck her tongue to the side of her mouth and stuck it out. She tilted her head to one side and placed her hands at the side of her face, pretending she was being hung or something. She then pretended to bite her nails and pretended to plead for Whitney not to do it.

In the meantime, Whitney had grabbed the first bucket. She smiled and made a face wiggling her eyebrows to the crowd. “Shall, I do it?,” she asked. The whole crowd cheered in approval. Lauren continued to shake her head and pretended to beg. The bucket that Whitney had was filled with barbecue sauce. Whitney approached Lauren from behind as Lauren wiggled in an animated way in her seat. Whitney lifted the bucket over her best friend. “Thanks Lauren,” she said. She then began to pour the barbecue sauce onto Lauren’s head. It began to pour down onto her hair and fringe. Down the sides of her face. Lauren lifted her leg and contorted her torso as the sauce poured on her. She shivered and shook. Her body wiggling. She lifted her leg as if to block the mess, but it only got her legs even more messy as Lauren indiscriminately poured the sauce over her friend’s body. Lauren could feel the barbecue sauce coating her jeans and top. It was all over her hair and fell down parts of her face. Lauren’s face contorted. She opened her mouth wide and pretended like she was going to be sick. She rolled her eyes back and pretended to gag. She then stuck her index finger in her mouth and made a, “I am going to puke,” sign. Of course this could not have been further from the truth. Although the whole thing was a bit embarrassing, Lauren was not sickened by it in the least. She was just having fun playing for the crowd. She was now shaking her head quickly, her face contorted quickly saying, “No, no, no.”



By now the first bucket was empty and Whitney had already grabbed the next item for Lauren. This one contained custard. Lauren bent both legs up bringing her knees to her chest and then stretched them out in front of her as a streak of barbecue sauce fell down her nose. Whitney now had the bucket of custard ready for Lauren. Lauren closed her eyes this time and held her breath. Whitney raised the bucket, this time her aim was more precise. She carefully picked the bucket up. She aimed the custard for Lauren’s face. Lauren knew this so she stretched her beautiful neck out to give Whitney a bigger target. “Get my face, Whit,” Lauren said. Whitney aimed the custard. It slowly made its way out of the bucket and fell directly onto Lauren’s awaiting face. The first wave fell and hit her directly on her eyes and nose. She wiggled her noses a bit, but otherwise, Lauren just let the custard pour over her face. She could feel it totally covering her face. Thick yellow, slightly cold soft custard covered her face. Lauren could not escape the feeling of total emersion. The sensual slop on her face and body felt really good to her, almost sexual. It felt like taking a shower, but with something much sexier then water. The cascade of custard continued over Lauren’s face. It covered her hair and then her neck. From her neck up she was covered in custard. The custard made it’s way down her body. It covered the front of her shirt. Her shirt was soaked in it. It became wet and heavy. It went almost see through. Lauren then stretched her legs out again and allowed Whitney to pour the remainder of the custard up and down her trousers. She wiggled her knees and toes as Whitney took the bucket and spread the custard up and down her legs. When she was done, Lauren straightened her legs again and bent them in. She took her two index fingers and cleared her eyes. She shook her head, clearing some of the excess custard from her face. She placed her hand on her legs and rubbed her hands in the mess that covered them already. She then rubbed her arms a bit. Everything was slathered in custard. Of course by this time the entire crowd was whistling and laughing at Lauren. “Looking good,” Vanessa shouted.” Lauren pointed at her. “Shut up,” she said. “I have a funny feeling that you just may be next on the list.” Lauren winked one eyes and crossed her arms in a fake attempt to look cool. “It’s hard to look cool with custard dripping from your face,” Tanya told her daughter.

Mushy peas was next on Whitney’s list. “Ooh yeah Lauren, mushy peas. Don’t they look yummy,” Whitney said. “Not really,” Lauren said,” But they do look prefect for pouring over my head, funnily enough,” she stated in semi serious tone. “Come on, come on, do your worst,” she said. Witney lifted the bucket over Lauren. “Mushy peas,” Lauren exclaimed, widening her eyes. Whitney lifted the bucket and began to pour. When the peas hit Lauren’s head, she did not know what hit her. They were so much thicker and sloppier than the mess that was already covering her. The mushy peas were a disgusting shade of green. They were nearly as thick as mashed potatoes. Members of the crowd uttered “Gross” “Yuck” and “That looks disgusting” Lauren’s face was not visible for the moment under the thick green sludge that covered it. She put her hands out, palms facing upward as Whitney poured. Whitney then grabbed the waistband of Lauren’s trousers and pulled it outwards slightly. She took the small amount of mushy peas that were left in the bucket and tipped them down into the back of Lauren’s trousers. Lauren moaned as the mushy peas fell into her trousers. She could feel the mushy peas on her panties and all over her rear end. Whitney then snapped her trousers closer again. She dropped the bucket and placed the palm of her hand on Lauren’s backside. When she did, some of the mushy peas pushed their way out of the trousers at the waist. Lauren sat for a moment and did not attempt to wipe her face. Finally, a huge blob of mushy peas fell from her face onto her knees. She then wiped her eyes and part of her face. “Elegant,” she said, moving her neck to one side and giving a dainty smile. She then patted the side of her hair. “What do you think, is puke green my color?,” she joked.

“I hope so,” Whitney said,” Because we have some relish coming up next for you.” “Cheers, Whit,” Lauren said,” Just what I have always wanted. As a child I always dreamt of the day I would have pickled relish poured on my head,” Lauren joked.



Lauren did not shut her eyes this time. She started having a dialogue with herself out loud, gesturing with her hands. “I don’t know, I have been such a good friend and now I am getting relish poured on my head. I don’t know what the world is coming to these days. Some people.” As she was talking Whitney began to pour the uneven lumpy green relish onto her head. The first gigantic lump, the size of a whole jar of relish fell onto the top of her head in a pile. It stuck to the top of her head and fringe for a moment before collapsing, sending bits of the relish down her face and then down her body. Bits fell down her top. Bits of the relish stuck to Lauren’s face. A large lump of it stick to the tip of her nose, almost looking like a clown’s nose. More piled on top of her shoulders. A load still stuck to the top of Lauren’s head and all over her fringe. Tiny bits of the green relish were everywhere in her dark brown fringe. The relish was a very unusual item and looked very strange all over Lauren’s head. “Do you all have a good view?,” Lauren asked,” I wouldn’t want any of you to miss anything. I know you all have your cameras ready to record each embarrassing moment. I know you lot are loving this.”

The next item that Whitney grabbed was a large pot of chicken noodle and sweet corn soup. The soup was whitish yellow with tons of small noodles, sweet corn and chicken floating in it. Whitney took a large wooden spoon and gave it a generous stir. She approached Lauren. Lauren shut her eyes and awaited the inevitable. She stretched her neck out again, giving Whitney her target. Whitney began to pour on Lauren’s head. The soup was much more watery than what had gone before and was freezing cold. When it hit Lauren, she let out an involuntary scream and shuttered in her seat. She lifted her legs and almost leapt from her seat. The cold soup showered Lauren. It washed over her face and down her body, completely soaking any dry or clean areas that were still left on her body. The soup had a gross chicken like smell that smelled similar to urine or body odour. Lauren stuck her tongue out. She could not escape the shower of soup. Her clothes were completely saturated and clung to her body. As the sup fell, it left hundreds of small noodles, small lumps of chicken and sweet corn everywhere on Lauren’s body as it went. Noodles mixed with the relish that was already all over Lauren’s fringe. Lauren was now soaked from head to toe. Mess dripped everywhere from her. Noodles dripped from her face and arms.



Whitney then gabbed the final bucket that was left for Lauren. The final bucket contained egg salad. If possible, it smelled even worse than the soup that had gone before. It stunk like rotten eggs. It looked like scrambled eggs only sloppier and more liquidy. “Egg salad,” Whitney told Lauren. “Ok,” she replied sarcastically. Lauren readied herself again for another onslaught at her best friend’s hands. She could smell the unmistakable odour of rotten eggs from across the stage already. Whitney approached her. She posed with the bucket. “Here we go,” she said. The crowd cheered their approval. Whitney then raised the bucket. Lauren closed her eyes and waited. She barely felt it when the egg salad fell onto her face. She could certainly smell it though. The yellowy slop first fell onto her nose and then over her eyes and cheeks. Then over her mouth and cheeks. It went all over her fringe and hair, down her neck. Lauren’s face was now covered in rotten eggy mess. This time she almost gagged again. She held her stomach this time and pretended that she was about to heave. Whitney had no mercy on her, as she let the egg salad pour and pour. It fell from her head, onto her lap, on her chest and legs, collecting with the puddles of mess that were already all over Lauren and on the stage below her. Whitney took the last handful of the egg salad and pushed it into Lauren’s face. Lauren just closed her eyes, almost enjoying it. She stuck out her tongue.

When Whitney was done she placed the bucket over Lauren’s head for a minute. She then removed it. She stood in front of everyone, holding one hand up in victory as everyone cheered. Lauren tried to wipe some of the egg salad from her face and body. She smiled and laughed. “So everyone, how do I look,” she said. “You nailed me good, Whit, well done. I hope everyone enjoyed themselves. I hope everyone enjoyed sing me getting dirty. I certainly will never forget it. She certainly had no mercy on me did she. Seriously though, thanks for coming.” “We’re just disappointed we didn’t get a chance,” Max said. “Well, maybe if everyone else asks nicely, I may be willing to have another go. I am sure your pictures will last a life time though. I never knew so many people wanted to see me get messed up. How many of you would like to get the chance to pour something over my head yourselves?,” Lauren asked. Pretty much everyone in the crowd raised their hands. “Ok,” she said in a funny voice. “I’ll have to see what I can do about that, but for now we are all out of mess. Time to go home.”

Lauren felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned. It was Whitney. She had one hand behind her back. “Not quite. One last surprise.” Whitney pulled her hand out from behind. It had a pie in it. Lauren barely had time to brace herself before Whitney pushed the pie into her face. It hit with a thud. The tin stuck to Lauren’s face. She pulled it off. Her mouth was wide open laughing, her eyes wide, her whole face covered in pie. She was totally creamed. She licked her lips. She bent her knees and laughed hard. “Ok,” she said,” Now we definitely have nothing left for today. It’s all over.”

Paula Lane (Kyley from Coronation Street) Becky’s revenge

Paula Lane (Kyley from Coronation Street) Becky’s revenge

Kyley and Becky were sisters but that had been at each others throats. Kyley had, basically sold her son Max to Becky. She left Coronation Street, but later returned with her new husband David Platt. Becky was not happy to see Kyley. Later, Max was taken away from Becky by social services when they found out about what had happened. Becky, partially, blamed Kyley for this. Kyley had always been the lucky one, in Becky’s eyes. Becky felt that Kyley did not appreciate the things that she had. Becky could not have children and Kyley has a lovely son, whom she neglected and left behind. Becky was very angry with Kyley. She hatched a plan to get back at her sister. She was going to get to totally humiliate her sister and she was going to love each and every second of it. Kyley, for her part, was actually trying to improve her relationship with Becky. She was tired of fighting all the time.

Becky texted Kyley one afternoon and asked if she could come to Rovers so they could have a talk and maybe try to work things out a bit. Kyley agreed that she would come over. She felt that she had nothing to lose and hoped that Becky had realized that Kyley had not been the person who informed social services about what had happened. Kyley wore her pink tank top, with her white bra and a pair of very short white shorts. She had her hair back in a ponytail as she had it on a lot of days. She had no idea what was going to happen when she got to the pub.

She walked over and let herself inside. Becky was there waiting for her when she arrived. “Hi, Kyley,” Becky said,” I’m so glad that you could make it.” ”Well,” Kyley said,” I was hoping we could put all of the crap that has happened behind us and look forward.” “Well, that is really what today is all about isn’t it,” Becky said. “Have a seat,” Becky said,” Make yourself comfortable. What can I get you to drink, on the house?,” Becky asked. “ Vodka and lemonade,” Kyley respond. Becky went behind the bar and mixed Kyley’s drink for her. She got one for herself as well. She fiddled under the counter for a minute while she prepared the drinks. “I’m glad you decided to come,” Becky said. “ thought you might not be interested.” “Well, we need to start from somewhere,” Kyley said. Becky walked over and placed the drinks on the table in front of Kyley. Kyley reached for her glass with one hand. Becky walked behind her. Before Kyley knew what was happening, Becky pulled out a pair of handcuffs and cuffed Kyley’s wrist behind her to the chair. Kyley put her drink down and looked back to see what was happening. Becky grabbed her other arm, clasped her wrist in the handcuff and cuffed that one to the chair as well.



“What are you doing? You crazy bitch. What is this?,” Kyley said. “I’ll tell you what this is you little cow. This is revenge. I am going to get my own back on you, once and for all.” Kyley tried to scream for David or anyone to help her. “No use screaming,” Becky said, “ No one is around to hear you. Even if they were, the doors are all locked and I have the keys. You are at my mercy. All you can do now is beg me,” Becky said. “What are you going to do to me?,” Kyley asked. “Don’t worry, I am not going to hurt you. I am just going to get some revenge for all of the things that you have done. You don’t really care, but you will be sorry by the time today is over, you can rest assured of that.” “Please, Becky, let me go. This won’t solve anything.” “Yeah it will. I am going to get the satisfaction of humiliating you the way you have spent your life humiliating me. Who knows maybe you’ll like this. You are a filthy little slut any way, so you might like getting dirty.” “Dirty, what do you mean?,” Kyley asked nervously. “Oh you will see,” Becky replied.

“First, I think we need to get some of these clothes off, we wouldn’t want them to get dirty now would we,” Becky said. Beckey walked up to Kyley. She grabbed her tank top at the belly and quickly tugged it off. Kyley yelped and tried to kicked her legs. She bounced her bottom on the chair trying to get it to move. Becky then went behind and unhooked Kyley’s bra. She then tossed the top and bra aside. Kyley’s hands were cuffed so she could do nothing to conceal her modesty except squirm around in her seat. Becky then went around the front and unzipped Kyley’s shorts. In one motion, she yanked them down her legs and pulled them off, tossing them aside as well. She then put her hands on Kyley’s hips as Kyley begged her to stop. She grabbed the sides of Kyley’s panties with her fingers and pulled them off. Kyley tried to push her knees tightly together, as best she could. “Surely you won’t be needing these,” Becky said twirling her sister‘s underwear on her index finger,” I am surprised that you even wear knickers, knowing what you get up to. Mind you, they are as dirty as one would imagine.” “They are not,” Kyley protested. “You are a filthy, dirty bitch,” Becky said,” You’ve probably had these on for weeks.” “You’re just trying to embarrass me,” Kyley said. “Oh yes I am, love, you have no idea. I‘d be nice to me if I were you. You are completely at my mercy. I can do anything that I want.” Becky teased her sister a bit, circling her like a cat. She stroked her hair. “I am going to really, really take pleasure in this,” she whispered in Kyley’s ear. “Please, Becky, I’ll do anything you say,” she whimpered. “Oh, I know you will love. You have no choice,” Becky replied,” Time to get dirty,” she said.



Becky disappeared into the back for a minute before returning to her naked, handcuffed sister. Becky emerged carrying a strawberry cream cake in her hands. It had strawberries, strawberry sauce, sponge, custard and whipped cream. It was thick and cream. “What are you doing with that,” Kyley squealed. “ I am going to cream you, good and proper,” Becket replied. Kyley tried to kick her legs and free her hands. All this caused was the cuffs to clank on the bars of the chair. She tried to scrunch her body up as best she could. Becky moved the cake around her hands, taunting her sister. “You are going to enjoy this, you filthy little slut.” She pulled back and pushed the cake into Kyley’s face. She was face to face with the sponge. So much so that it squashed her nose a bit. The soft gooey strawberries and creamy mess covered her face. Becky then lifted the cake and placed it onto of Kyley’s head, as if it were some sort of hat. Kyley gasped for air as the cake was released. Sticky strawberries fell from her mouth. Her face was covered in a mixture of strawberries, custard and whipped cream. It was a bright red mixed with soft white and yellow. It oozed down her nose. The cake stuff to her head. She could do nothing about removing it. Becky then grabbed a second, identical creamy cake. “Where will this go,” she teased,” Oh I know the perfect place,” she said. She walked up to Kyley. She grabbed her by one knee and forced her to open her legs. She then carefully placed the cake between Kyley’s legs. This time, rather then hitting her hard with the cake, she just pushed it in gently. Kyley closed her eyes and moaned as her sister took the palm of her hand and massaged the creamy cake into her gaping crotch. Kyley had to admit to herself that the wetness that she was feeling was due to more than just the whipped cream. In an instant, her lower torso was splattered in creamy mess. She could feel it on her chair, below her and on her ass. She squirmed in her seat, just wiggling about in the squishy cake.



Becky then went behind the bar. She grabbed one of the hoses behind the bar. “This beer has gone stale,” she said,” Oh well, better not let it go to waist.” She took the hose nozzle and pointed it at Kyley. She pushed the lever down and began to spray her sister down in a torrent of stale beer. She took another hose in the other hand and did both at once. Kyley closed her eyes as her sister hosed her down in beer. She aimed it all over Kyley, as if she was washing a car. Becky laughed at her as she sprayed her down in the smelly beer. The brown liquid cascaded down Kyley’s body. She tried to cover herself by lifting her leg over herself, but it was no use. She was slipping and sliding, almost falling and taking the chair with her. “You looked like you needed a good wash,” Becky said sarcastically.

“Hey, Kyley. I have a special treat for you here. We all know that everybody loves betty’s hot pot. Well, I have just found a wonderful new use for it.” Becky walked up to her sister carrying a huge casserole dish filled with the hot pot that she had mentioned. Kyley looked at it and turned up her nose in disgust. The hot pot contained in it sliced potatoes, carrots, peas, cabbage and meat all soaked in a brown, decidedly gravy like sauce. “A free meal, Kyley, on the house. Can’t say better than that,” Becky said. Kyley glared at her with a pissed off look on her face. Becky went behind her sister and began to empty the hot pot on her. Kyley cringed as she felt the thick, lumpy hot pot pour over her head. The thick brown mess slowly fell over her forehead and down her face. In a moment thick brown slop fell in waived down her nose and cheeks. She licked her lips to try to flick some of it off. Her whole face was nearly all brown now with mess. Chunky vegetables stuck all over Kyley. More plopped down her breasts and all over her front. Tons fell into her lap and onto her legs. Tons pooled in her crotch and under her bottom. When Kyley leaned forward slightly, more fell down her back and down onto her backside. Kyley gritted her teeth and stuck her tongue out. The feeling of the potatoes, carrots and cabbage chunks on her bare body felt totally unusual. It felt like fingers all over body. “This is disgusting!!,” she shouted. “By the way,” Becky said,” My camera phone is on over there in recording. So say hello to the internet. This will be online for the world to see in a matter of hours.” “You are a spiteful cow, you are,” Kyley said. “Wanna give a waive to all of your friends who will be seeing this?,” Becky taunted.

“Now, I know how you love a fry up, Kyley. So I have been very nice and made you one. All in a bucket. Beans, eggs, bacon, tomatoes, mushrooms, black pudding, tinned tomatoes, sausages, bubble and squeak, fried potatoes, I think there is even a slice of toast in there for good measure,” Becky said. Kyley gave a grossed out look. “That is mingin’,” she said. “Come on now, no need to be polite. You love a greasy fried breakfast. I’ve seen you at Roy’s and this one is on me. Well, actually, it is on you. Literally.” “Ok, I like a fry up, but not like this. Not over my head,” Kyley said. “Oh, but you are going to get it. Like the little chav that you are,” Becky said. Kyley tried to beg her off saying “Please, please.” Kyley closed here eyes, still dripping with brown hot pot. Becky raised the giant bucket. She then tipped it down onto Kyley. Bits of the various foods instantly rained down onto Kyley. Bacon and sausage, runny egg, mushrooms, tomatoes all fell onto her, sticking to her face and body. Baked beans and black pudding falling all over. All mixed together in a loose conglomeration of mess. Bacon stuck to Kyley’s head. Bits of bubble fell onto her hair and stuck to her breasts. Baked beans were everywhere. An egg oozed down her cheek. Black pudding on her nose, lips and crotch. When the bucket was empty Kyley looked like the picture contents of a local café. Bits of food stuck all over Kyley now.



Becky next grabbed a bucket of oat meal. “I forgot the oatmeal, for your breakfast, my apologies,” Becky said. She took a jar of raspberry jam and emptied it into the bucket of oatmeal just for fun. She then took the bucket and stood in front of Kyley. She swung the bucket a few times, as if she was going to toss it at Kyley. She watched Kyley flinch. The fifth time however, she did toss the oatmeal at her. It flew through the air and landed on Kyley. It went right on her face and all over her body. The beige, thick slop fell all over Kyley. It was very thick and very mucky. It was cold and sticky, oozing down her.



As Kyley recoiled in disgust, Becky went out back and grabbed the garbage can. “Here comes the trash, Kyley. It is trash just like you are. So, this is fitting.” Kyley sighed as Becky approached. She knew that protesting would not help anything at this point. She just wanted this over with. Becky took the garbage can and lifted it. Bits fell out, but she quickly thrust it over Kyley. She left it over her. Kyley shuddered and shook as her world went black, as she was waist up covered in the garbage can and its contents. The garbage can was a real one with real trash in it. It included banana peels, rotting vegetables and even some worms in the bottom. Becky left the can where it was for several minutes before returning. She lifted it up, releasing the rest of the trash. Kyley emerged dripping in garbage water and trash. “Groooooss!,” Kyley said. “It is time to take the trash out,” Becky said.

Becky quickly uncuffed Kyley and, almost instantly, pushed her out of the door. “See ya later,” she said sarcastically. She slammed the door and locked it. “Becky, please,” Kyley said. She pounded on the door. “Let me in.” Kyley then realised that she was out in the street in broad daylight, stark naked, covered in mess. “Oh my god,” she thought. She thought for a minute. What could she do? She would have to try to make her way home, and pray that no one was around to see her like this. She placed her hands over her breasts and pussy and started try to run back to the house, leaving a messy trail as she went. She looked down and tried to get home. She turned the corner and Norris was standing there. “Oh my god, what do you think you are doing, young lady?,” he said, feigning disgust. “Oh shut up,” she said and ran towards her house down the road. Much to her dismay, Tina saw her,” Hey Kyley, looking good,” she shouted and laughed. “Shut up,” Kyley said. As she made her way down the road, some of the local boys saw her. “Hey, Kyley,” Gary said. They whistled at her. She stomped in a huff to the house. She pounded on the door. “David, let me in,” she shouted. David, his mother Gail and grandmother Audrey answered the door. “What the hell, happened to you?,” he asked. “Becky!,” she shouted. “Don’t let her into my house like that,” Gail said,” Get her out back, She’ll ruin the carpet.” David took Kyley out back to the yard. She stomped back there. He then grabbed the garden hose and hosed her down with cold water. Kyley shivered and cleaned the mess from her body. Gail and Audrey watched from inside and chuckled about what had happened to her.

Miss Farrell Stwnsh

Above is a clip from stwnsh ar y ffordd of Miss Farrell getting gunged. I have a better quality version of it, but it is larger, and it will not save on here easily. I don't know how to reduce the size. I also don't know how to save from streaming video. So this is a video that I made. I have loads of pices of this and nearly all of the gungings from this show, but there are too many to post on here. I need to find another place to post them. This is probably my favorite clip from that show. Although a number of them are very good, in my opinion. I think all the others are online in one place or another apart from trhe Miss Glesni one. Sorry about the not so good quality of the clip. If anyone knows any IT secrets please let me know.