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Anita’s mother embarrasses her Saira Choudhry
The following story is partially based on something that happened on Hollyoaks that I just expanded on a little. The situation on the show was completely implausible anyway, but it was one of the sexiest things ever, in my opinion. The story contains some nudity as well.
Anita’s mother embarrasses her Saira Choudhry
Anita’s mother’s actions had caused her no end of embarrassment in the past. She did not know why but her mother seemed to be trying to embarrass her intentionally. Although this was not the case, it was the result time and time again. Although she wasn’t embarrassing her daughter on purpose, her actions were usually thoughtless and sometimes selfish. She did not seem to think about the consequences that her actions may have. She certainly did not consider what sort of an impact that they would have on her daughter.
On one occasion, Anita’s mother tried do something that was nice for her daughter. The way she went about it was completely screwed up though and it lead to untold humiliation for her daughter. She had given Anita a dress to wear for a fashion show that was taking place. Unfortunately, she had stolen the dress. Anita attended the fashion show and had no idea where the dress had come from. Cindy, the woman who was running the show noticed that the dress that Anita was wearing was the same dress that had been stolen from her. She became very angry and ordered Anita to go back stage and to get the dress off. Anita panicked. She did not know what she was going to do. In the end, she had no choice but to go backstage.
“Ok, you little thief, get it off now or I will call the police,” Cindy shouted. “But, Cindy,” Anita protested. “No, buts. I want my dress back.” “But, Cindy… I’m not wearing any underwear,” Anita whispered. “Well, that isn’t my fault is it. It was your choice. I don’t care anyway. Quit stalling. Take it off and take it off now.” “Please, Cindy. It wasn’t me,” Anita tried to explain. “I don’t want to hear it. Get that dress off now you little slapper,” Cindy hissed. Anita pouted and moaned, as she peeled the dress off. She put her hands over herself in the appropriate places. Cindy grabbed the dress from her with such force she was nearly knocked down. “But what will I do,” Anita pleaded. “I have nothing to wear and I will have to get home like this.” Cindy grabbed two of the large posters that were hanging on the wall. “Here you can have these to hide your shame. Not that there is much to hide,” Cindy laughed. “You can have them free of charge. That is how generous I am. Now get the hell out of my sight.” Anita tried to protest and buy time. Cindy unceremoniously pushed her out the back door. She fell on the ground in the alley. “Maybe this will teach you a lesson. No one steals from me and gets away with it. Bye honey,” Cindy hissed. She slammed the door in Anita’s face. Anita stood up and quickly tried to open the door, but it was locked. She was now faced with the task of trying to get home in the state that she was in.
Anita crouched in the alley, picking up the posters to cover herself. She peeked around the corner. No one was around. She decided that the only thing that she could really do was make a run for it and pray that as few people were around to witness this as possible. Luckily no one had been in the backstage area at the time that all of this happened. She ran as fast as she could down the street. She legged it, as fast as she could while trying to cover herself with the posters. She ran down the street. People were there, but she knew that the best thing she could do was keep going as fast as she could. She ran down the sidewalk. Steph was talking to someone. Anita told them to get out of the way. When she passed them one of the posters fell to the ground. She had to make a split second decision. She decided not waste time picking it up and just continued running. The rest of the way, everyone she ran past got full view of her little brown backside. She was better able to wrap the poster around herself now using both of her hands to hold it in place.
Finally, she arrived home. She was greeted by her mother. Her mother just laughed at her. “You think this is funny?,” Anita asked. ”Everybody saw me like this.” “You should have no problem finding a boyfriend after that,” her mother said. “It is all your fault as well. You sent me there wearing a stolen dress.” “My heart was in the right place,” her mother said. “I can’t believe this. I was naked! You don’t even care.” She went away. She could not even look at her mother.
As a result of this debacle, Anita’s mother tried to make things up to her by taking her to the mall and, hopefully, buying her a new dress for real. Unfortunately for Anita, while they were window shopping, her mother was approached by a man and a woman. They introduced themselves and said that there was going to be something special happening at the food court today and they were looking for people to participate. They explained that there would an opportunity to win cash and prizes for those who took part. “No, we’re not interested,” Anita said,” We are busy shopping.” “Are you crazy, money? Prizes? Sure we are well up for it,” her mother said. “But, Mum you were going to buy me a dress. It was meant to be my day,” Anita pouted. “Oh don’t worry. I don’t really have much money to spend anyway. If we win some money I will have more to spend.” Anita rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Ok the concept is Anything for Money. Today we have teams, couples and family members in pairs. The idea is to see what people are willing to do to their loved ones for their own personal gain,” the woman said. Anita’s eyes widened. “I don’t like the sound of this,” she thought to herself. “So are you two mother and daughter?,” the woman asked. “Yes we sure are,” Anita’s mother responded. “ That is perfect. We have been looking for a mother daughter team.” “Sounds good. I take it is the mother who will be the one making the choices,” Anita’s mother said. “Yes, that would be great. You seem to be the most vocal so that will work best. You will be making the choices for your daughter here.” They told them when and where to meet them. There was very little time to lose, so they were rushed over to the backstage area where several other two person teams were gathered. Anita was getting a bit worried, but how bad could it be. It would probably just be a silly game. She never dreamed what was in store for her.
Anita and her mother ended up standing back stage in a line with other pairs. There was a brother and sister, a married couple, a pair of school mates and a pair of work mates. Anita and her mother would be the first pair up. Anita did not want to be the first. She wished that she could have at least seen what happened to someone else first so that she would have a better idea of what she had in for her. There seemed to be loads of people in the audience to watch this. Anita had not really anticipated that either. The presenter welcomed everyone and explained how the game would work. “This is what we like to call, Anything for Money. Today we have a special theme for everyone. Today we have teams. One person will be making the decisions and the other one will be paying the consequences. We want to see just what people would be willing to put people that they care about through for their own personal gain. The contestants will be offered a reward, but to earn that reward they will have to agree that their partner is subjected to some form of punishment. It will be very interesting. We have husbands and wives, brothers and sister, mothers and daughters and so on. Some of our contestants will be putting a lot of trust in their love ones, but is it justified?” It was a very interesting concept. Anita was now very worried about what was going to happen. “So, without further adieu, let’s welcome our first contestants,” the presenter said. The production manager back stage motioned to Anita and her mother that it was time for them to go on stage. Anita’s mother grabbed her by the hand and happily bounced on stage, smiling and waiving to the crowd’s applause. Anita looked decidedly uncomfortable.
“Welcome,” the presenter said,” If you can introduce yourselves please.” “I’m Eva and this is Anita. We our mother and daughter if you can believe that. I know that everyone says that we look like sisters,” Anita’s mother said. Anita frowned and rolled her eyes. She put her hand over her forehead. She was completely embarrassed already by her mother. “So, we have a mother and daughter team here. You can’t get a closer bond than that, but today we will be testing just that. Again, let me explain how this will work. Eva, I understand that you are our lead person today.” “Yes, that is right,” she chimed in. “Ok, here is how it works. Eva, we will be offering you an monetary amount or a prize. That prize will be linked to a forfeit. However, the forfeit will not be for yourself, it will be for your daughter Anita.” Anita looked at her, her eyes squinting almost begging. “It will be totally up to you though. You will have the choice. You will be given the chance to give up the prize to spare your daughter. In essence, her fate is completely up to you to decide. Whatever happens will be down to you.” Anita’s eyes perked up, surely her mother would save her from any embarrassment. She wouldn’t put money over her own daughter, would she? “Sounds like fun,” Eva said. “Ok then, I guess it is time for part one,” the presenter said.
Anita and her mother were very interested to see what was planned. “Ok, here we go,” the presenter said,” Let’s talk about the prize first of all.” An envelope was produced. The presenter opened it and read what was inside of it. “Ok, The prize for part one is mall vouchers, good for use in any shop in the mall. The vouchers are for £100.” “Oh, brilliant,” Eva said, looking at Anita. Anita didn’t look as enthusiastic. “Now of course, as we discussed earlier, there is a catch. Something will have to be done in order for you to earn those vouchers and the choice will be all yours Eva.” “Ok,” Eva said. “Well, I guess it’s now time to find out what that decision will be. So, let‘s bring it out and have a look.” A large plastic bowl was brought out and handed to the presenter. Anita’s eyes widened, wondering what this possibly could be. She had no idea what was going to happen. She still hoped that her mother would make the right choice no matter what it would be. The presenter held the bowl. “So, what we have here is a very large bowl of raspberry yogurt. Now you may be wondering why we have a bowl of raspberry yoghurt and what we may be doing with. Well let me explain. As we said earlier, Eva will be presented with a number of prizes, but in order to earn the prizes she will have to agree to certain consequences that her daughter here will have to suffer. So, the decision is simple. In order to win the vouchers, Eva here will have to make the choice to take this raspberry yoghurt and….pour it over Anita’s head.” The crowd roared its approval. Eva put her hand over her mouth laughing at her daughter. At that moment, panic flashed across Anita’s face. Her eyes darted around. She looked at her mother. “Please, Mum don’t do this,” she seemed to plead. Anita pouted. “So Eva, the choice is yours. You can refuse the prize and spare your daughter Anita. The choice is yours though. To win the vouchers, raspberry yoghurt will be poured over your daughter’s head. So, Eva, think this over carefully.” Anita begged her mother. “Mum, please, don’t do this.” She put her hands in front of her and begged her mother. “So what will it be Eva?,” the presenter asked. The audience voiced its opinion urging her. Anita shook her hands saying no. “I want to vouchers, sorry hun.” She pointed at her daughter and laughed. “Are you sure?,” the presenter asked. “Yeah lets gunger her,” Eva joked. Anita whined and pouted. She could not believe that her mother was going to humiliate her again publicly and this time she had been given the choice. “So, Anita, remember, we gave your Mum the opportunity to spare you and she chose not to. This is all on her.
The bowl was handed to Eva. “Ok, Anita, if you can stand right here please in this spot,” the presenter said, moving Anita to the centre of the stage. The bowl was handed to Eva. “Ok then, Eva, for the vouchers, let your daughter have it. Eva looked at the bowl and laughed. “Oh come on Anita, it is just a little yogurt it is worth it. It’s not a big deal.” Anita glared at her. “I can not believe you are actually going to do this to me,” she said angrily. Eva took the bowl walked behind her daughter. She told the presenter that she couldn’t get Anita good enough. Anita was then asked to go down to her knees, so her mother could pour the mess onto her better. Anita reluctantly complied. She was beet red with embarrassment and anger. Why did her mother seem to enjoy humiliating her like this. She was a selfish cow. Anita closed her eyes and scrunched up her face. She gave a pained expression waiting for the yoghurt to hit her. Her mother laughed and cheered. She spurred the crowd on. They all started to chant and cheer. Eva slowly tipped the purple and pink yoghurt onto her daughter’s awaiting head. She did not hold back at all. Anita flinched as the ice cold, creamy yogurt hit the top of her head. It fell onto her black hair and forehead. It then fell down the sides of her head, coating her hair on both sides. It fell down both sides of her face, before oozing down the centre of her face, down her nose and chin. The bright pink and purple creamy mess fell down onto Anita’s light brown skin. It poured down her cleavage and shoulders. It fell down the front of her dress, coating it completely in the soft yoghurt. Anita closed her eyes as her face was coated in the milky mess. She gently wiped some of it from her fringe and eyes, shaking her head and moving her fingers through her hair. The soft yogurt felt soft, smooth and sensual against her warm skin. She shivered. Her mother had taken no mercy on her. She put the bowl down and pointed and laughed at her messy daughter. Anita glared at her. “You look great honey,” Eva said. “I can’t believe you. You are unreal,” Anita said, crossing her arms and looking angry and ashamed.
“So, that went well,” the presenter chimed in,” Eva had no mercy at all on her daughter and that is the name of our game.” “Nah, she can take it and it was a lot of fun.” Anita was still busy clearing some of the yoghurt from her dress. “So, I think that it is time to move along to part two. Eva, you will be pleased to know that the prize for part two will be £300 in cash.” The crowd cheered and gave an impressed noise. “But, what we need to discuss is the decision that you will have to make in order to get that money. Ok boys bring it out.” Several men wheeled out a stand up metal tray that had several small pots in it. It was on wheels and the pots were removable. “So, everyone, the name of this challenge is human papadam. In these trays we have several sundries. We have mint sauce, mango chutney and this sort of red pickle sauce. So, I suppose the choice is obvious. To earn that money, you will have to make your daughter Anita into a human papadam. You will have the choice to pour all of these pots all over your daughter’s head. Or, you can choose not to. So what will it be?” Anita looked at her mother again, begging her to spare her. “Please don’t do this,” she pleaded. Eva smiled. She put her index finger to her chin and pretended that she was mulling the decision over. Everyone in the audience were, of course, encouraging her to choose the money. “So, what will it be?,” The presenter asked. “Let’s nail her,” Eva said, giggling. Anita bit her lip in disgust.
Eva walked over to the giant sundry tray. She put her finger to her chin, deciding, which dip she was going to choose first for Anita. She looked for a second before choosing the mint sauce first. It was white with tiny dots in it. It was smooth and very gloppy. It was very similar in texture to the yoghurt that already had been poured over Anita. Anita bent her neck forward. She placed her hands before her. Her mother took the pot of mint sauce and raised it above her daughter. In an instant globs of thick minty, yoghurty sauce poured down on her. The white glop moved along the beautiful contours of Anita’s face. It fell from the top of her lip and below her nose. Mint sauce fell from her nose and from her cheeks. Her ponytail was overwhelmed by the sauce. Her hands were splattered with the mint sauce. More poured across her neck and down her shoulders. It plopped on her dress, forming a horizontal pattern across her bust line and falling down her body. The straps of her dress were already starting to give way under the weight of the mess that covered it. She put her hand on her chest to try to hold her dress up.
Eva wasted no time in returning to the tray. She placed the empty pot down and grabbed the mango chutney pot for Anita. The thick, fruity, viscous mess looked delicious, but it was not going to be for eating. Eva headed over to Anita and started to pour the chutney down Anita’s back. When Anita felt it, she jumped forward slightly from the shock. When she flinched, her dress fell started to fall. Eva stopped pouring and yanked Anita’s dress off. The crowd members whistled and laughed. Luckily for Anita, she was wearing underwear this time. Eva started to pour again. The chutney poured onto Anita’s head and then down onto her yellow bra, stomach and pink panties. Mess was now collecting around Anita’s legs. She was up to her backside in the mess. Now. She could feel the chutney all over her smooth, muscular body. She closed her eyes as her mother finished the second pot on her.
Eva ran back to the tray and grabbed the third pot which contained the red coloured sauce. This sauce was much thicker with lumps of onion and other things. It was lumpy and much more gross than the other items had been. Anita stuck her tongue out and gave a disgusted face as she saw what was going to be coming her way next. Eva brought the pot over and stood beside her already messy daughter. She lifted the pot up above Anita’s head and tipped it forward. A gigantic thick lump of the red muck fell onto Anita’s head with a thud. It covered the entire top half of Anita’s head. Her hair was totally covered in it. She eyes were obscured by the read lumpy mess. Anita stuck her tongue out and screamed as her whole head was now covered in the dripping slop. Some oozed and toppled down her body, onto her underwear and skin. When the flow stopped, Anita shook her head. She Was completely covered in papadam toppings.
Eva then grabbed two papadams from the tray. She sauntered over to her daughter and giggled. She took the first papadam and smashed it over Anita’s head. It shattered into a million little pieces. The pieces stuck to the accumulated mess that covered Anita already. Eva then took the second papadam and, comically, did the same thing, smashing the thin papadam on Anita’s head. This was more humiliating than anything else. It made a cracking noise on the moment of impact, instantly shattering. The crowd felt that this was absolutely hilarious. Anita was now well and truly covered in the sauces. She was feeling pretty uncomfortable sitting in the position that she was, so she now moved herself slightly, sitting on her backside on the stage with her legs stretched in front of her, knees bent. She could not believe that this was continuing, but it was.
“Ok now. It is time for part three,” the presenter said. “The prize for round three will be this: three brand new, specially designed, designer dresses. The value of these dresses is quite high. Now of course, you are probably wondering what you will have to do to earn your prize. Well, let’s bring it out.” The guys from before wheeled out a similar tray as before. This time the contents were different of course. “Ok, Eva, as you may have guest, the challenge this time is a very simple one. In order to win the dresses all you have to do is empty the contents of these pots over your daughter’s head. But, what is in those pots you may be asking yourself. Well, let me clue you in. We have some lovely Chicken Tikka Masala, some Chicken Korma and some nice Vegetable curry. As you may have guessed we have a bit of an Indian theme this afternoon. Again, it is all up to Eva. She holds the fait of her lovely daughter in her hands. So Eva what will it be?” Anita again looked at her. She didn’t even bother begging this time, because she knew what her mother’s answer was going to be. “Anita, really likes curry, so I wouldn’t want to disappoint her,” Eva teased. “Yeah, but not on my head,” Anita said in a defeated voice. She was already sat in a pile of mess that partially covered her.
Eva was then invited to visit the tray and select her first item. She chose the vegetable curry. There were at least ten kinds of vegetables in the curry including carrots, green beans, cauliflower, potatoes and peas. It was a yellow brown kind of colour. Anita did not expect her mother to go easy on her. All she could do was sit there and brace herself, while her mother towered over her with the curry. Eva, happily and without a single hint of hesitation, began to pour the curry down onto Anita. She poured it back and forth onto her daughter’s body. She poured it up her knees and thighs and then up her stomach and chest, leaving a trail of thick curry and vegetables along Anita. The thick gloppy sauce rolled down Anita’s surprisingly well toned body. Eva then poured the rest of the vegetable curry onto Anita’s head. It was the thickest potion, loaded with the largest vegetable bits. It poured onto her head, piling on the top and pouring onto her face. A carrot stayed in place in Anita’s nostril. Vegetables fell from Anita’s hair and chin. Her hair was coated in the curry.
Eva wasted no time in grabbing the tikka masala. “This is her favourite food,” Eva announced. Anita looked incredibly embarrassed. “Mmmm yummy. It’s all for you,” Eva teased. Anita cringed as her mother tipped the thick red massala onto her head. It was cold by now and very gloppy. It was thicker than any gunge and, of course was filled with bits of chicken. Anita suspected that it had gone off by the way it smelled. Everyone was surprised by the sheer enjoyment that Eva was getting from totally humiliating her own daughter. The thick red glop poured onto Anita’s face. The lumps of chicken made their way down Anita’s face and body, mostly collecting on her underwear and beneath her bottom. The sauce plummets over her head and down her face. It covered her shoulders and arms before pouring down her front. The thick red glop left its trail all over her. There was still some lumps of chicken stuck at the bottom of the pot. Eva took her hand and grabbed a handful. She slopped her hand against Anita’s stomach, throwing it on her. She then rubbed it around with her hand on her daughter’s stomach. The chicken fell apart and disintegrated as she did this. She then took the last handful of chicken from the pot and pushed it into Anita’s face. She twisted her hand in her daughter’s face, rubbing the messy chicken around. Anita sputtered and fell backwards. She decided to stay in that position for now. She now lay on her back.
Eva grabbed the final pot that was filled with chicken korma. The korma was just as thick as the massala was. It was bright yellow and filled with coconut and yoghurt. Anita lay on her back and closed her eyes. Eva held the pot over Anita’s prone body. She carefully began to pour, directing the flow of the mess onto her daughter. She started at her ankles and poured the korma up Anita’s legs. She poured more onto her underwear and then up her stomach. The bright yellow against Anita’s brown skin. She poured more onto Anita’s breasts and then over her face. Anita sat up slightly on her elbows. Her mother then took what was left in the pot and tossed it straight into Anita’s face. Anita tried to rub her stomach and body in the korma to clear some away. As a special bonus, Eva was given a pot of rice and was allowed to pour that onto Anita as well. She carefully sprinkled the rice over her daughter. The mess that was already covering her allowed the multicoloured rice to stick everywhere, as if she had been tarred and feathered. Anita now sat in pile of messy food, dejected and embarrassed.
“Well, well done Eva. You have earned all of the prizes. Did you enjoy that?” “I have to say that I did. Sorry, Anita. It was really funny though,” Eva said. “Well, you certainly proved at least that you would do quite a few things at your daughter’s expense for personal gain.” “It was just a bit of fun. She’ll be ok.” Anita glared at her. Anita was not even aware that some of her friends were in the back of the audience and watching the whole thing. “Well our mother really let our daughter have it. Let’s hear it for them. Especially Anita. She really was a good sport about all of this. She looks a bit annoyed though. There will be tension at the dinner table this week, I suspect. But let’s give them a hand as they leave the stage.” Anita made her way to her feet and exited the stage following Eva. She did not remember that her dress was gone until it was too late. The two were taken backstage. Eva was given her prizes. Anita was given some bad news. The showers at the mall were out of order today, so she would have to make her way home this way. “What, I can’t go home like this. I have curry all over my body. I am in my underwear. People will see me,” Anita said. The production team apologized but then went off and just left them.
“Well done, Mum. Look at me. Well, at least we have the prizes to share,” Anita said. “But I earned them, I was the one who was given them. So they are mine really.” “But I was the one who was covered in slop in front of everyone.” “Yeah, but that was the game. See you later honey,” Eva said. Eva went off to spend her money, leaving Anita on her own. Once again, Anita was forced to walk home in an incredibly embarrassing position. Previously she had to walk home naked now she had walk home covered in assorted mess. Again, she ran home, slipping and sliding as she went along, leaving a trail of muck as she went. As she walked, people pointed and laughed at her. To top it off, when her mother returned home, she had bags of clothes and things for herself that she had used her money to purchase. All she had for Anita was the dress that she had been wearing that, still covered in some mess in a plastic bag. Anita was furious about what her mother kept putting her through. She did not know how she could show her face again in town after what had happened in the past week.
Anita’s mother embarrasses her Saira Choudhry
Anita’s mother’s actions had caused her no end of embarrassment in the past. She did not know why but her mother seemed to be trying to embarrass her intentionally. Although this was not the case, it was the result time and time again. Although she wasn’t embarrassing her daughter on purpose, her actions were usually thoughtless and sometimes selfish. She did not seem to think about the consequences that her actions may have. She certainly did not consider what sort of an impact that they would have on her daughter.
On one occasion, Anita’s mother tried do something that was nice for her daughter. The way she went about it was completely screwed up though and it lead to untold humiliation for her daughter. She had given Anita a dress to wear for a fashion show that was taking place. Unfortunately, she had stolen the dress. Anita attended the fashion show and had no idea where the dress had come from. Cindy, the woman who was running the show noticed that the dress that Anita was wearing was the same dress that had been stolen from her. She became very angry and ordered Anita to go back stage and to get the dress off. Anita panicked. She did not know what she was going to do. In the end, she had no choice but to go backstage.
“Ok, you little thief, get it off now or I will call the police,” Cindy shouted. “But, Cindy,” Anita protested. “No, buts. I want my dress back.” “But, Cindy… I’m not wearing any underwear,” Anita whispered. “Well, that isn’t my fault is it. It was your choice. I don’t care anyway. Quit stalling. Take it off and take it off now.” “Please, Cindy. It wasn’t me,” Anita tried to explain. “I don’t want to hear it. Get that dress off now you little slapper,” Cindy hissed. Anita pouted and moaned, as she peeled the dress off. She put her hands over herself in the appropriate places. Cindy grabbed the dress from her with such force she was nearly knocked down. “But what will I do,” Anita pleaded. “I have nothing to wear and I will have to get home like this.” Cindy grabbed two of the large posters that were hanging on the wall. “Here you can have these to hide your shame. Not that there is much to hide,” Cindy laughed. “You can have them free of charge. That is how generous I am. Now get the hell out of my sight.” Anita tried to protest and buy time. Cindy unceremoniously pushed her out the back door. She fell on the ground in the alley. “Maybe this will teach you a lesson. No one steals from me and gets away with it. Bye honey,” Cindy hissed. She slammed the door in Anita’s face. Anita stood up and quickly tried to open the door, but it was locked. She was now faced with the task of trying to get home in the state that she was in.
Anita crouched in the alley, picking up the posters to cover herself. She peeked around the corner. No one was around. She decided that the only thing that she could really do was make a run for it and pray that as few people were around to witness this as possible. Luckily no one had been in the backstage area at the time that all of this happened. She ran as fast as she could down the street. She legged it, as fast as she could while trying to cover herself with the posters. She ran down the street. People were there, but she knew that the best thing she could do was keep going as fast as she could. She ran down the sidewalk. Steph was talking to someone. Anita told them to get out of the way. When she passed them one of the posters fell to the ground. She had to make a split second decision. She decided not waste time picking it up and just continued running. The rest of the way, everyone she ran past got full view of her little brown backside. She was better able to wrap the poster around herself now using both of her hands to hold it in place.
Finally, she arrived home. She was greeted by her mother. Her mother just laughed at her. “You think this is funny?,” Anita asked. ”Everybody saw me like this.” “You should have no problem finding a boyfriend after that,” her mother said. “It is all your fault as well. You sent me there wearing a stolen dress.” “My heart was in the right place,” her mother said. “I can’t believe this. I was naked! You don’t even care.” She went away. She could not even look at her mother.
As a result of this debacle, Anita’s mother tried to make things up to her by taking her to the mall and, hopefully, buying her a new dress for real. Unfortunately for Anita, while they were window shopping, her mother was approached by a man and a woman. They introduced themselves and said that there was going to be something special happening at the food court today and they were looking for people to participate. They explained that there would an opportunity to win cash and prizes for those who took part. “No, we’re not interested,” Anita said,” We are busy shopping.” “Are you crazy, money? Prizes? Sure we are well up for it,” her mother said. “But, Mum you were going to buy me a dress. It was meant to be my day,” Anita pouted. “Oh don’t worry. I don’t really have much money to spend anyway. If we win some money I will have more to spend.” Anita rolled her eyes and shook her head. “Ok the concept is Anything for Money. Today we have teams, couples and family members in pairs. The idea is to see what people are willing to do to their loved ones for their own personal gain,” the woman said. Anita’s eyes widened. “I don’t like the sound of this,” she thought to herself. “So are you two mother and daughter?,” the woman asked. “Yes we sure are,” Anita’s mother responded. “ That is perfect. We have been looking for a mother daughter team.” “Sounds good. I take it is the mother who will be the one making the choices,” Anita’s mother said. “Yes, that would be great. You seem to be the most vocal so that will work best. You will be making the choices for your daughter here.” They told them when and where to meet them. There was very little time to lose, so they were rushed over to the backstage area where several other two person teams were gathered. Anita was getting a bit worried, but how bad could it be. It would probably just be a silly game. She never dreamed what was in store for her.
Anita and her mother ended up standing back stage in a line with other pairs. There was a brother and sister, a married couple, a pair of school mates and a pair of work mates. Anita and her mother would be the first pair up. Anita did not want to be the first. She wished that she could have at least seen what happened to someone else first so that she would have a better idea of what she had in for her. There seemed to be loads of people in the audience to watch this. Anita had not really anticipated that either. The presenter welcomed everyone and explained how the game would work. “This is what we like to call, Anything for Money. Today we have a special theme for everyone. Today we have teams. One person will be making the decisions and the other one will be paying the consequences. We want to see just what people would be willing to put people that they care about through for their own personal gain. The contestants will be offered a reward, but to earn that reward they will have to agree that their partner is subjected to some form of punishment. It will be very interesting. We have husbands and wives, brothers and sister, mothers and daughters and so on. Some of our contestants will be putting a lot of trust in their love ones, but is it justified?” It was a very interesting concept. Anita was now very worried about what was going to happen. “So, without further adieu, let’s welcome our first contestants,” the presenter said. The production manager back stage motioned to Anita and her mother that it was time for them to go on stage. Anita’s mother grabbed her by the hand and happily bounced on stage, smiling and waiving to the crowd’s applause. Anita looked decidedly uncomfortable.
“Welcome,” the presenter said,” If you can introduce yourselves please.” “I’m Eva and this is Anita. We our mother and daughter if you can believe that. I know that everyone says that we look like sisters,” Anita’s mother said. Anita frowned and rolled her eyes. She put her hand over her forehead. She was completely embarrassed already by her mother. “So, we have a mother and daughter team here. You can’t get a closer bond than that, but today we will be testing just that. Again, let me explain how this will work. Eva, I understand that you are our lead person today.” “Yes, that is right,” she chimed in. “Ok, here is how it works. Eva, we will be offering you an monetary amount or a prize. That prize will be linked to a forfeit. However, the forfeit will not be for yourself, it will be for your daughter Anita.” Anita looked at her, her eyes squinting almost begging. “It will be totally up to you though. You will have the choice. You will be given the chance to give up the prize to spare your daughter. In essence, her fate is completely up to you to decide. Whatever happens will be down to you.” Anita’s eyes perked up, surely her mother would save her from any embarrassment. She wouldn’t put money over her own daughter, would she? “Sounds like fun,” Eva said. “Ok then, I guess it is time for part one,” the presenter said.
Anita and her mother were very interested to see what was planned. “Ok, here we go,” the presenter said,” Let’s talk about the prize first of all.” An envelope was produced. The presenter opened it and read what was inside of it. “Ok, The prize for part one is mall vouchers, good for use in any shop in the mall. The vouchers are for £100.” “Oh, brilliant,” Eva said, looking at Anita. Anita didn’t look as enthusiastic. “Now of course, as we discussed earlier, there is a catch. Something will have to be done in order for you to earn those vouchers and the choice will be all yours Eva.” “Ok,” Eva said. “Well, I guess it’s now time to find out what that decision will be. So, let‘s bring it out and have a look.” A large plastic bowl was brought out and handed to the presenter. Anita’s eyes widened, wondering what this possibly could be. She had no idea what was going to happen. She still hoped that her mother would make the right choice no matter what it would be. The presenter held the bowl. “So, what we have here is a very large bowl of raspberry yogurt. Now you may be wondering why we have a bowl of raspberry yoghurt and what we may be doing with. Well let me explain. As we said earlier, Eva will be presented with a number of prizes, but in order to earn the prizes she will have to agree to certain consequences that her daughter here will have to suffer. So, the decision is simple. In order to win the vouchers, Eva here will have to make the choice to take this raspberry yoghurt and….pour it over Anita’s head.” The crowd roared its approval. Eva put her hand over her mouth laughing at her daughter. At that moment, panic flashed across Anita’s face. Her eyes darted around. She looked at her mother. “Please, Mum don’t do this,” she seemed to plead. Anita pouted. “So Eva, the choice is yours. You can refuse the prize and spare your daughter Anita. The choice is yours though. To win the vouchers, raspberry yoghurt will be poured over your daughter’s head. So, Eva, think this over carefully.” Anita begged her mother. “Mum, please, don’t do this.” She put her hands in front of her and begged her mother. “So what will it be Eva?,” the presenter asked. The audience voiced its opinion urging her. Anita shook her hands saying no. “I want to vouchers, sorry hun.” She pointed at her daughter and laughed. “Are you sure?,” the presenter asked. “Yeah lets gunger her,” Eva joked. Anita whined and pouted. She could not believe that her mother was going to humiliate her again publicly and this time she had been given the choice. “So, Anita, remember, we gave your Mum the opportunity to spare you and she chose not to. This is all on her.
The bowl was handed to Eva. “Ok, Anita, if you can stand right here please in this spot,” the presenter said, moving Anita to the centre of the stage. The bowl was handed to Eva. “Ok then, Eva, for the vouchers, let your daughter have it. Eva looked at the bowl and laughed. “Oh come on Anita, it is just a little yogurt it is worth it. It’s not a big deal.” Anita glared at her. “I can not believe you are actually going to do this to me,” she said angrily. Eva took the bowl walked behind her daughter. She told the presenter that she couldn’t get Anita good enough. Anita was then asked to go down to her knees, so her mother could pour the mess onto her better. Anita reluctantly complied. She was beet red with embarrassment and anger. Why did her mother seem to enjoy humiliating her like this. She was a selfish cow. Anita closed her eyes and scrunched up her face. She gave a pained expression waiting for the yoghurt to hit her. Her mother laughed and cheered. She spurred the crowd on. They all started to chant and cheer. Eva slowly tipped the purple and pink yoghurt onto her daughter’s awaiting head. She did not hold back at all. Anita flinched as the ice cold, creamy yogurt hit the top of her head. It fell onto her black hair and forehead. It then fell down the sides of her head, coating her hair on both sides. It fell down both sides of her face, before oozing down the centre of her face, down her nose and chin. The bright pink and purple creamy mess fell down onto Anita’s light brown skin. It poured down her cleavage and shoulders. It fell down the front of her dress, coating it completely in the soft yoghurt. Anita closed her eyes as her face was coated in the milky mess. She gently wiped some of it from her fringe and eyes, shaking her head and moving her fingers through her hair. The soft yogurt felt soft, smooth and sensual against her warm skin. She shivered. Her mother had taken no mercy on her. She put the bowl down and pointed and laughed at her messy daughter. Anita glared at her. “You look great honey,” Eva said. “I can’t believe you. You are unreal,” Anita said, crossing her arms and looking angry and ashamed.
“So, that went well,” the presenter chimed in,” Eva had no mercy at all on her daughter and that is the name of our game.” “Nah, she can take it and it was a lot of fun.” Anita was still busy clearing some of the yoghurt from her dress. “So, I think that it is time to move along to part two. Eva, you will be pleased to know that the prize for part two will be £300 in cash.” The crowd cheered and gave an impressed noise. “But, what we need to discuss is the decision that you will have to make in order to get that money. Ok boys bring it out.” Several men wheeled out a stand up metal tray that had several small pots in it. It was on wheels and the pots were removable. “So, everyone, the name of this challenge is human papadam. In these trays we have several sundries. We have mint sauce, mango chutney and this sort of red pickle sauce. So, I suppose the choice is obvious. To earn that money, you will have to make your daughter Anita into a human papadam. You will have the choice to pour all of these pots all over your daughter’s head. Or, you can choose not to. So what will it be?” Anita looked at her mother again, begging her to spare her. “Please don’t do this,” she pleaded. Eva smiled. She put her index finger to her chin and pretended that she was mulling the decision over. Everyone in the audience were, of course, encouraging her to choose the money. “So, what will it be?,” The presenter asked. “Let’s nail her,” Eva said, giggling. Anita bit her lip in disgust.
Eva walked over to the giant sundry tray. She put her finger to her chin, deciding, which dip she was going to choose first for Anita. She looked for a second before choosing the mint sauce first. It was white with tiny dots in it. It was smooth and very gloppy. It was very similar in texture to the yoghurt that already had been poured over Anita. Anita bent her neck forward. She placed her hands before her. Her mother took the pot of mint sauce and raised it above her daughter. In an instant globs of thick minty, yoghurty sauce poured down on her. The white glop moved along the beautiful contours of Anita’s face. It fell from the top of her lip and below her nose. Mint sauce fell from her nose and from her cheeks. Her ponytail was overwhelmed by the sauce. Her hands were splattered with the mint sauce. More poured across her neck and down her shoulders. It plopped on her dress, forming a horizontal pattern across her bust line and falling down her body. The straps of her dress were already starting to give way under the weight of the mess that covered it. She put her hand on her chest to try to hold her dress up.
Eva wasted no time in returning to the tray. She placed the empty pot down and grabbed the mango chutney pot for Anita. The thick, fruity, viscous mess looked delicious, but it was not going to be for eating. Eva headed over to Anita and started to pour the chutney down Anita’s back. When Anita felt it, she jumped forward slightly from the shock. When she flinched, her dress fell started to fall. Eva stopped pouring and yanked Anita’s dress off. The crowd members whistled and laughed. Luckily for Anita, she was wearing underwear this time. Eva started to pour again. The chutney poured onto Anita’s head and then down onto her yellow bra, stomach and pink panties. Mess was now collecting around Anita’s legs. She was up to her backside in the mess. Now. She could feel the chutney all over her smooth, muscular body. She closed her eyes as her mother finished the second pot on her.
Eva ran back to the tray and grabbed the third pot which contained the red coloured sauce. This sauce was much thicker with lumps of onion and other things. It was lumpy and much more gross than the other items had been. Anita stuck her tongue out and gave a disgusted face as she saw what was going to be coming her way next. Eva brought the pot over and stood beside her already messy daughter. She lifted the pot up above Anita’s head and tipped it forward. A gigantic thick lump of the red muck fell onto Anita’s head with a thud. It covered the entire top half of Anita’s head. Her hair was totally covered in it. She eyes were obscured by the read lumpy mess. Anita stuck her tongue out and screamed as her whole head was now covered in the dripping slop. Some oozed and toppled down her body, onto her underwear and skin. When the flow stopped, Anita shook her head. She Was completely covered in papadam toppings.
Eva then grabbed two papadams from the tray. She sauntered over to her daughter and giggled. She took the first papadam and smashed it over Anita’s head. It shattered into a million little pieces. The pieces stuck to the accumulated mess that covered Anita already. Eva then took the second papadam and, comically, did the same thing, smashing the thin papadam on Anita’s head. This was more humiliating than anything else. It made a cracking noise on the moment of impact, instantly shattering. The crowd felt that this was absolutely hilarious. Anita was now well and truly covered in the sauces. She was feeling pretty uncomfortable sitting in the position that she was, so she now moved herself slightly, sitting on her backside on the stage with her legs stretched in front of her, knees bent. She could not believe that this was continuing, but it was.
“Ok now. It is time for part three,” the presenter said. “The prize for round three will be this: three brand new, specially designed, designer dresses. The value of these dresses is quite high. Now of course, you are probably wondering what you will have to do to earn your prize. Well, let’s bring it out.” The guys from before wheeled out a similar tray as before. This time the contents were different of course. “Ok, Eva, as you may have guest, the challenge this time is a very simple one. In order to win the dresses all you have to do is empty the contents of these pots over your daughter’s head. But, what is in those pots you may be asking yourself. Well, let me clue you in. We have some lovely Chicken Tikka Masala, some Chicken Korma and some nice Vegetable curry. As you may have guessed we have a bit of an Indian theme this afternoon. Again, it is all up to Eva. She holds the fait of her lovely daughter in her hands. So Eva what will it be?” Anita again looked at her. She didn’t even bother begging this time, because she knew what her mother’s answer was going to be. “Anita, really likes curry, so I wouldn’t want to disappoint her,” Eva teased. “Yeah, but not on my head,” Anita said in a defeated voice. She was already sat in a pile of mess that partially covered her.
Eva was then invited to visit the tray and select her first item. She chose the vegetable curry. There were at least ten kinds of vegetables in the curry including carrots, green beans, cauliflower, potatoes and peas. It was a yellow brown kind of colour. Anita did not expect her mother to go easy on her. All she could do was sit there and brace herself, while her mother towered over her with the curry. Eva, happily and without a single hint of hesitation, began to pour the curry down onto Anita. She poured it back and forth onto her daughter’s body. She poured it up her knees and thighs and then up her stomach and chest, leaving a trail of thick curry and vegetables along Anita. The thick gloppy sauce rolled down Anita’s surprisingly well toned body. Eva then poured the rest of the vegetable curry onto Anita’s head. It was the thickest potion, loaded with the largest vegetable bits. It poured onto her head, piling on the top and pouring onto her face. A carrot stayed in place in Anita’s nostril. Vegetables fell from Anita’s hair and chin. Her hair was coated in the curry.
Eva wasted no time in grabbing the tikka masala. “This is her favourite food,” Eva announced. Anita looked incredibly embarrassed. “Mmmm yummy. It’s all for you,” Eva teased. Anita cringed as her mother tipped the thick red massala onto her head. It was cold by now and very gloppy. It was thicker than any gunge and, of course was filled with bits of chicken. Anita suspected that it had gone off by the way it smelled. Everyone was surprised by the sheer enjoyment that Eva was getting from totally humiliating her own daughter. The thick red glop poured onto Anita’s face. The lumps of chicken made their way down Anita’s face and body, mostly collecting on her underwear and beneath her bottom. The sauce plummets over her head and down her face. It covered her shoulders and arms before pouring down her front. The thick red glop left its trail all over her. There was still some lumps of chicken stuck at the bottom of the pot. Eva took her hand and grabbed a handful. She slopped her hand against Anita’s stomach, throwing it on her. She then rubbed it around with her hand on her daughter’s stomach. The chicken fell apart and disintegrated as she did this. She then took the last handful of chicken from the pot and pushed it into Anita’s face. She twisted her hand in her daughter’s face, rubbing the messy chicken around. Anita sputtered and fell backwards. She decided to stay in that position for now. She now lay on her back.
Eva grabbed the final pot that was filled with chicken korma. The korma was just as thick as the massala was. It was bright yellow and filled with coconut and yoghurt. Anita lay on her back and closed her eyes. Eva held the pot over Anita’s prone body. She carefully began to pour, directing the flow of the mess onto her daughter. She started at her ankles and poured the korma up Anita’s legs. She poured more onto her underwear and then up her stomach. The bright yellow against Anita’s brown skin. She poured more onto Anita’s breasts and then over her face. Anita sat up slightly on her elbows. Her mother then took what was left in the pot and tossed it straight into Anita’s face. Anita tried to rub her stomach and body in the korma to clear some away. As a special bonus, Eva was given a pot of rice and was allowed to pour that onto Anita as well. She carefully sprinkled the rice over her daughter. The mess that was already covering her allowed the multicoloured rice to stick everywhere, as if she had been tarred and feathered. Anita now sat in pile of messy food, dejected and embarrassed.
“Well, well done Eva. You have earned all of the prizes. Did you enjoy that?” “I have to say that I did. Sorry, Anita. It was really funny though,” Eva said. “Well, you certainly proved at least that you would do quite a few things at your daughter’s expense for personal gain.” “It was just a bit of fun. She’ll be ok.” Anita glared at her. Anita was not even aware that some of her friends were in the back of the audience and watching the whole thing. “Well our mother really let our daughter have it. Let’s hear it for them. Especially Anita. She really was a good sport about all of this. She looks a bit annoyed though. There will be tension at the dinner table this week, I suspect. But let’s give them a hand as they leave the stage.” Anita made her way to her feet and exited the stage following Eva. She did not remember that her dress was gone until it was too late. The two were taken backstage. Eva was given her prizes. Anita was given some bad news. The showers at the mall were out of order today, so she would have to make her way home this way. “What, I can’t go home like this. I have curry all over my body. I am in my underwear. People will see me,” Anita said. The production team apologized but then went off and just left them.
“Well done, Mum. Look at me. Well, at least we have the prizes to share,” Anita said. “But I earned them, I was the one who was given them. So they are mine really.” “But I was the one who was covered in slop in front of everyone.” “Yeah, but that was the game. See you later honey,” Eva said. Eva went off to spend her money, leaving Anita on her own. Once again, Anita was forced to walk home in an incredibly embarrassing position. Previously she had to walk home naked now she had walk home covered in assorted mess. Again, she ran home, slipping and sliding as she went along, leaving a trail of muck as she went. As she walked, people pointed and laughed at her. To top it off, when her mother returned home, she had bags of clothes and things for herself that she had used her money to purchase. All she had for Anita was the dress that she had been wearing that, still covered in some mess in a plastic bag. Anita was furious about what her mother kept putting her through. She did not know how she could show her face again in town after what had happened in the past week.
Tuesday, 11 October 2011
Stwnsh ar y ffordd Old vs. young
Hi Everyone,
There is a new post that I have posted on Tellygunge. I am not sure of the teacher's name but I hope everyone enjoys. Please see the bewlow link.
http://tellygunge.wordpress.com/2011/10/11/stwnsh-ar-y-ffordd-old-vs-young/
There is a new post that I have posted on Tellygunge. I am not sure of the teacher's name but I hope everyone enjoys. Please see the bewlow link.
http://tellygunge.wordpress.com/2011/10/11/stwnsh-ar-y-ffordd-old-vs-young/
Sunday, 9 October 2011
Angelina Love vs. Velvet Sky
Angelina Love vs. Velvet Sky
Angelina Love and Velvet Sky were former best friends both inside the ring and outside of it. Their relationship had ended and they had been rivals ever since. The feud built and, eventually a very special match was arranged between the two former best friends. The stipulation that was put in the match was that the winner was going to get to mess the loser, in the middle of the ring. It meant that someone was going to be getting embarrassed in the centre of a crowded arena and on national television. The whole locker room was really looking forward to this match. Everyone wanted to see this happen. Of course, it was all about the storyline. Both girls were actually really good sports for taking part in this match, but really, they had no choice, as it was all a part of their jobs.
They each shot pre match interview segments discussing the upcoming messy match backstage. Angelina’s interview came first. It was a typical interview. Here is how it went. “Velvet, we were friends for so many years. I have proven that I do not need you. You were holding me back. Now we have this match. I can not lose. It is not an option. Do you really think that I would agree to be in a match like this if I wasn’t totally sure that I would win. Slime, food, mess, eww. It won’t be happening to me. I look too good for that.” Then it was Velvet’s turn. “Slime, slop, mess, food, it is all going to be coming your way Angelina. I am going to enjoy every minute of it. People think that they can bully me and treat me like crap, but today I get one back on you. And aren’t you going to look cute. Get ready to get embarrassed Angelina.”
Both women made their usual entrances. Angelina wore a pair of black hot pants and bra. She was showing off her amazing abs as always. She was wearing very little. The crowd taunted her that she may be getting messy when she entered. She pointed to herself, shook her arm and gave an “Am I bothered,” look. Velvet entered the arena with her usual tight black and pink attire. The crowd cheered for her, especially when she entered the ring with her famous under the ropes entrance, pointing to her backside.
The two got ready. The taunted each other at the beginning of the match, saying that they would be the one to win and get to humiliate the loser. They then hooked up and began the match. The match was closely fought and went on for quite awhile. The tension grew through the arena as the match wore on. There were numerous two counts. The two sweaty women grappled. Neither wanted to be the loser, even more than usual. Finally, Angelina whipped Velvet into the ropes. She tried to clothesline her but Velvet ducked. She then rolled Angelina up in a schoolboy into a pinning position. The referee went into position and counted One…two…three. Velvet then spun out, raising her hand in victory. A stunned Angelina rose to her knees, her mouth wide open in shock. She looked around with widened eyes. Velvet shook her finger and bent her knees, teasing Angelina. Angelina begged her off. Angelina’s friend Winter tried to sneak into the ring and was about to hit Velvet from behind to prevent what was about to happen. She crept up slowly. Just as she was about to kick Velvet, Mickie James ran in the ring and smacked Winter. She threw Winter out of the ring, knocking her unconscious.
Mickie then helped Velvet grab Angelina. Mickie then pulled out two sets of handcuffs. Angelina tried to turn around and run, but they grabbed her by her arms. They pushed her to the ropes and handcuffed each of her wrists to the top rope. Angelina struggled to try to get away. She screamed. She tried to jump up and down but could not escape. She tried to pull her arm away, but the handcuffs were far too strong for her. In the mean time, Velvet was getting few buckets and containers from underneath the ring. As Angelina struggled, looking the other direction, Velvet slowly approached as the crowd screamed. Angelina turned. She saw Velvet approaching her with a bucket in her hand. She begged her not to do it. Velvet teased her. She made fake cries and mocked her begging as the crowd cheered. Mickie went to the other side of the ring to prevent Winter from coming back when she came to.
Velvet started to swing the bucket back and forth. Angelina shook her head, saying, ”No, no.” Velvet swung the bucket back and forth. “Oh I am going to love this,” she said. She moved the bucket back and forth, finally throwing the contents onto Angelina. As it flew, it became obvious that the bucket was filled with pig slop. It was smelly, yellow slop. It flew threw the air and landed on Angelina. The crowd erupted in laughter as slop hit Angelina in her face. Her mouth fell open in shock as the stinky sloppy mess trickled down Angelina’s firm, tanned, partially clothed body. The creamy slop oozed down her amazing abs and down her bare thighs. She was splattered from head to toe in the corny slop. Her dark black mascara ran. Angelina screwed up her face as she smelled the stench of the slop that covered her. “It stinks,” she shouted. “Eww, Angelina, you stink,” Velvet teased. Velvet and Mickie high fived each other. They held their noses, mocking the sloppy Angelina Love.
Velvet now grabbed a second bucket. This one had brown gunge in it. Velvet lifted it up and teased Angelina. “You wouldn’t dare,” Angelina shouted. “You bitch,” she screamed. Velvet threw the brown slop straight onto Angelina. It splattered across her stomach and down her legs. It plopped onto her shapely breasts. Gunge dripped from her nose and chin. Velvet then placed the bucket on top of Angelina’s head. She left it there. Angelina was powerless to remove it. She tried to kick her legs. Velvet left the bucket where it was for the moment.
Next Velvet pulled out a squeeze bottle of mustard. She walked up to Angelina and aimed the tip of the bottle at Angelina’s exposed washboard stomach. She used the mustard to form letters across Angelina’s body. She stepped away to reveal that she had written the world “Loser” across Angelina Love’s stomach. “I’ll get you for this, Velvet,” Angelina screamed. “What was that? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. You seem to have a bucket on your head,” Velvet teased. Velvet walked over and removed the bucket. She then took the mustard and drew with it onto Angelina’s face. She drew a moustache, funny eyebrows and a beard onto Angelina’s face in the mustard. She then emptied the rest on the top of Angelina’s head and over her platinum blonde hair. “You wear too much makeup,” Velvet teased.
Finally, Velvet took one last bucket. It was filled with spaghetti hoops. Angelina cringed. Velvet walked up to Angelina. She put her hand behind Angelina’s head. She raised a hand as the audience cheered. She then pushed Angelina’s head into the bucket. Angelina kicked her legs. Velvet dumped some of the spaghetti hoops on Angelina’s head. She lowered the bucket and poured the rest down Angelina’s breasts and then down her stomach and over the rest of her body. The hoops cascaded down the front of her body. Velvet then stepped back with a contented smile and just took a second to admire her handiwork. She stuck her tongue out. She celebrated with Mickie. They left the ring to cheers, leaving Angelina still handcuffed to the ropes, covered in mess.
Eventually, some officials came out and released her. She fell to her knees with her hands in front of her, trying to clean some of the mess up. She then walked back to the locker room to the jeers of the fans. She told them to shut up and said it wasn’t funny. “Don’t laugh at me! Shut up! It’s not funny!,” she shouted. She walked back with a pissed off look on her face.
She walked past the other wrestlers both male and female backstage. Some snickered . Some whistled. She kept telling them to shut up. She glared at them. She walked back to her locker room. She then noticed that a camera was following her as she entered the locker room. “Hey you. Stop filming this. Get that camera out of my face,” she shouted. She pushed the camera away and slammed the locker room door.
Angelina Love and Velvet Sky were former best friends both inside the ring and outside of it. Their relationship had ended and they had been rivals ever since. The feud built and, eventually a very special match was arranged between the two former best friends. The stipulation that was put in the match was that the winner was going to get to mess the loser, in the middle of the ring. It meant that someone was going to be getting embarrassed in the centre of a crowded arena and on national television. The whole locker room was really looking forward to this match. Everyone wanted to see this happen. Of course, it was all about the storyline. Both girls were actually really good sports for taking part in this match, but really, they had no choice, as it was all a part of their jobs.
They each shot pre match interview segments discussing the upcoming messy match backstage. Angelina’s interview came first. It was a typical interview. Here is how it went. “Velvet, we were friends for so many years. I have proven that I do not need you. You were holding me back. Now we have this match. I can not lose. It is not an option. Do you really think that I would agree to be in a match like this if I wasn’t totally sure that I would win. Slime, food, mess, eww. It won’t be happening to me. I look too good for that.” Then it was Velvet’s turn. “Slime, slop, mess, food, it is all going to be coming your way Angelina. I am going to enjoy every minute of it. People think that they can bully me and treat me like crap, but today I get one back on you. And aren’t you going to look cute. Get ready to get embarrassed Angelina.”
Both women made their usual entrances. Angelina wore a pair of black hot pants and bra. She was showing off her amazing abs as always. She was wearing very little. The crowd taunted her that she may be getting messy when she entered. She pointed to herself, shook her arm and gave an “Am I bothered,” look. Velvet entered the arena with her usual tight black and pink attire. The crowd cheered for her, especially when she entered the ring with her famous under the ropes entrance, pointing to her backside.
The two got ready. The taunted each other at the beginning of the match, saying that they would be the one to win and get to humiliate the loser. They then hooked up and began the match. The match was closely fought and went on for quite awhile. The tension grew through the arena as the match wore on. There were numerous two counts. The two sweaty women grappled. Neither wanted to be the loser, even more than usual. Finally, Angelina whipped Velvet into the ropes. She tried to clothesline her but Velvet ducked. She then rolled Angelina up in a schoolboy into a pinning position. The referee went into position and counted One…two…three. Velvet then spun out, raising her hand in victory. A stunned Angelina rose to her knees, her mouth wide open in shock. She looked around with widened eyes. Velvet shook her finger and bent her knees, teasing Angelina. Angelina begged her off. Angelina’s friend Winter tried to sneak into the ring and was about to hit Velvet from behind to prevent what was about to happen. She crept up slowly. Just as she was about to kick Velvet, Mickie James ran in the ring and smacked Winter. She threw Winter out of the ring, knocking her unconscious.
Mickie then helped Velvet grab Angelina. Mickie then pulled out two sets of handcuffs. Angelina tried to turn around and run, but they grabbed her by her arms. They pushed her to the ropes and handcuffed each of her wrists to the top rope. Angelina struggled to try to get away. She screamed. She tried to jump up and down but could not escape. She tried to pull her arm away, but the handcuffs were far too strong for her. In the mean time, Velvet was getting few buckets and containers from underneath the ring. As Angelina struggled, looking the other direction, Velvet slowly approached as the crowd screamed. Angelina turned. She saw Velvet approaching her with a bucket in her hand. She begged her not to do it. Velvet teased her. She made fake cries and mocked her begging as the crowd cheered. Mickie went to the other side of the ring to prevent Winter from coming back when she came to.
Velvet started to swing the bucket back and forth. Angelina shook her head, saying, ”No, no.” Velvet swung the bucket back and forth. “Oh I am going to love this,” she said. She moved the bucket back and forth, finally throwing the contents onto Angelina. As it flew, it became obvious that the bucket was filled with pig slop. It was smelly, yellow slop. It flew threw the air and landed on Angelina. The crowd erupted in laughter as slop hit Angelina in her face. Her mouth fell open in shock as the stinky sloppy mess trickled down Angelina’s firm, tanned, partially clothed body. The creamy slop oozed down her amazing abs and down her bare thighs. She was splattered from head to toe in the corny slop. Her dark black mascara ran. Angelina screwed up her face as she smelled the stench of the slop that covered her. “It stinks,” she shouted. “Eww, Angelina, you stink,” Velvet teased. Velvet and Mickie high fived each other. They held their noses, mocking the sloppy Angelina Love.
Velvet now grabbed a second bucket. This one had brown gunge in it. Velvet lifted it up and teased Angelina. “You wouldn’t dare,” Angelina shouted. “You bitch,” she screamed. Velvet threw the brown slop straight onto Angelina. It splattered across her stomach and down her legs. It plopped onto her shapely breasts. Gunge dripped from her nose and chin. Velvet then placed the bucket on top of Angelina’s head. She left it there. Angelina was powerless to remove it. She tried to kick her legs. Velvet left the bucket where it was for the moment.
Next Velvet pulled out a squeeze bottle of mustard. She walked up to Angelina and aimed the tip of the bottle at Angelina’s exposed washboard stomach. She used the mustard to form letters across Angelina’s body. She stepped away to reveal that she had written the world “Loser” across Angelina Love’s stomach. “I’ll get you for this, Velvet,” Angelina screamed. “What was that? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. You seem to have a bucket on your head,” Velvet teased. Velvet walked over and removed the bucket. She then took the mustard and drew with it onto Angelina’s face. She drew a moustache, funny eyebrows and a beard onto Angelina’s face in the mustard. She then emptied the rest on the top of Angelina’s head and over her platinum blonde hair. “You wear too much makeup,” Velvet teased.
Finally, Velvet took one last bucket. It was filled with spaghetti hoops. Angelina cringed. Velvet walked up to Angelina. She put her hand behind Angelina’s head. She raised a hand as the audience cheered. She then pushed Angelina’s head into the bucket. Angelina kicked her legs. Velvet dumped some of the spaghetti hoops on Angelina’s head. She lowered the bucket and poured the rest down Angelina’s breasts and then down her stomach and over the rest of her body. The hoops cascaded down the front of her body. Velvet then stepped back with a contented smile and just took a second to admire her handiwork. She stuck her tongue out. She celebrated with Mickie. They left the ring to cheers, leaving Angelina still handcuffed to the ropes, covered in mess.
Eventually, some officials came out and released her. She fell to her knees with her hands in front of her, trying to clean some of the mess up. She then walked back to the locker room to the jeers of the fans. She told them to shut up and said it wasn’t funny. “Don’t laugh at me! Shut up! It’s not funny!,” she shouted. She walked back with a pissed off look on her face.
She walked past the other wrestlers both male and female backstage. Some snickered . Some whistled. She kept telling them to shut up. She glared at them. She walked back to her locker room. She then noticed that a camera was following her as she entered the locker room. “Hey you. Stop filming this. Get that camera out of my face,” she shouted. She pushed the camera away and slammed the locker room door.
Friday, 7 October 2011
Sarah Palin’s suprise
Sarah Palin’s suprise
Sarah Palin had hopes of becoming the president of the United States, but on this occasion things went entirely different for her. She was, perhaps, the most disliked woman in America. She had embarrassed herself and her party on numerous occasions with stupid things that she had said and done. She was almost unelectable and she did not even seem to realize it. Sarah had agreed to appear in a local charity event as a way to get a few more voters. She did not expect what the organizers had in store for her. People were frustrated with economy and the way the country was going. This event was designed as a way for every day people to showcase their frustrations. They would be getting the chance to take it all out on Sarah Palin and people were very excited about it. Sarah was not the most organized or thoughtful person, so she was not entirely aware of what the organizers of this event had in mind for her. Her handlers and entourage did however and they were only too happy to comply and do their parts to lead Sarah straight into what was awaiting her.
Sarah arrived as normal for any public appearance. She introduced herself and was told that there was not much time until she was set to make her appearance. This was not unusual for her. She was used to coming into places, making appearances and then leaving straightaway afterwards. She still had no idea of what was awaiting her. She wore a black skirt and suit jacket with a white button down shirt underneath and, of course her trademark glasses. She was announced and was welcomed on stage by a mixture of boos and cheers. She smiled and waived. As she entered, she noticed that there was a rather large item on the other side of the stage that was covered by a large red sheet of fabric. For a minute, she wondered what it was, but just assumed that it had nothing to do with her, so she forgot about it. “So, Sarah Palin is our special guest of honour at this very special charity event,” the woman on the microphone said,” Mrs. Palin has graciously volunteered herself to take part today. It is very charitable of her. Now we’ve been a bit naughty and not told Mrs. Palin everything. We have kept a special surprise from her. Does everyone want to see what it is.” Sarah was dumbstruck. She was totally speechless. She had not really been informed of what this surprise could possibly be. She did not know what was about to happen.
“Ok then, let’s reveal it” the woman said. She walked over to the object that was covered by the fabric. She shouted,” Wola!”, as she pulled the fabric away. When the fabric was pulled away, Sarah’s mouth fell open. What was revealed was a pillory. The crowd hooted and wolf whistled. The announcer applauded and used both arms to point at the pillory. The applause and laughter seemed to last forever. The catcalls filled the air. “So, I guess by now everyone can guess pretty easily what is going to happen this evening. We have the stocks and we have Sarah Palin. Obviously, we will be combing the two to make something even better. It will be like peanut butter and chocolate. Two things put together to make something even better. The two seem to be destined for one another. Let’s get on with it.”
She quickly tried to prance Sarah over to the pillory before she could protest. “Wait a minute,” Sarah tried to protest. She looked around in a panic for someone friendly to help her to get out of this situation. She looked at the members of her team. “It’s for charity,” one whispered. Before Sarah Palin could blink, she was herded over to the pillory. Her own team took her by the arms and escorted her over to the stocks. Another threw the pillory open. In a second she was gently pushed into place. The top was quickly lowered and the locked. In an instant, the potential presidential candidate was completely helpless locked in the stocks. She tried to move, but could not. She kicked her legs in protest, but it was to no avail. There was going to be no way out of this for her. So far nothing else had been produced, Sarah still had the hope that it would just be for pictures and that they would let her out soon. She was hoping that that would be the end of it, but in her heart she knew better. She now looked up from the floor for the first times to see a crowd of howling people laughing at her. She also noticed that most of them seemed to be carrying items in their hands. It then donned on her what was about to happen.
“So, this is all for charity. Sarah Palin is the target. We have hundreds here tonight. Everyone has donated money and in return will get the chance to totally pelt Sarah Palin with every kind of mess imaginable. How does that sound?” She put the microphone up to Sarah’s head. Sarah shook her head feverishly. “Nooo! Please don’t do this. I beg you,” she begged. The crowd was very amused to see the arrogant politician begging in the manner that she was. “You all must be democrats,” she hissed.
“Ok, Sarah, you may notice that everyone in the crowd is armed with a wide array of rotten vegetables. How we will start is very simple. The crowd is going to take those rotten vegetables and they will be hurling them at you. Isn’t that marvellous.?” The crowd all cheered in sheer joy. It was going to be a great opportunity for everyone to release some frustration and anger, all over Sarah Palin. She was the perfect target and certainly deserved what she was about to get. “Ok everyone. I will count down and on three, everybody throw your vegetables.” The woman moved aside so none of the mess would splash onto her.
“Ok, here we go, three….two…one.,..nail her!” With that the members of the audience began to hurl rotten vegetables at the helpless politician. Sarah Palin was in a prone position and could do nothing to resist apart from shutting her eyes. Instantly, hundreds of vegetables flew in her direction. Tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants, zucchinis were just some of the vegetables that were flung her way. Some hit the target and others missed. A fair few flew through the air and hit her straight in the face with some force. She stood there, hunched over, while she was pelted with a barrage of rotten produce. A huge tomato hit her in the face and exploded on impact. Half of it hung from the corner of Sarah’s glasses. People seemed to pick up more and more vegetables she did not know where they were all coming from. Cabbages and beetroot came her way. The vegetables were so rotten that they had all turned soft and mushy. They stunk as well. Some were brown and black they were so rotten. The smell was unmistakable. The putrid vegetables rained upon the prone politician. The pillory was covered in pulp, seeds and bits of shredded and exploded vegetables. Sarah puckered her lips and gave a disgusted look. Next someone took a rotten zucchini and approached Sarah. They pushed the rotted green vegetable into her face, waiving it about. They then rubbed it in her face, against her glasses and nose. They pushed it into her mouth. She gagged slightly. They then mashed the zucchini straight into her face, crushing it and spreading its rancid innards in Sarah’s face. The juice, seeds and pulp ran down her face. She blushed bright red with embarrassment. She was quite angry as well. Her colleagues knew better than anyone that she deserved what she was receiving.
Before Sarah could catch her breath two of the members of the crowd were asked to come forward. Each was told to stand opposite one another. They were then give a long rectangular container to hold. They stood on either end. The container looked like it was from a farm. It was explained that the vat contained a large quantity of manure. It was not the hard or lumpy kind of manure either. It was runny, thick and gloppy. The two volunteers stood with the vat inches below Sarah’s chin. The posed for pictures. Sarah raised her eyebrows and clenched every muscle in her body waiting for the inevitable to hit her. “It is going to get dirty in here in a second,” one of the organizers said. They motioned to the volunteers that they could do their thing when they were ready. “Just nail her,” they were told. The two smiled as the crowd urged them on. The raised the vat slightly higher than the top of Sarah’s head. They then turned the vast sideways, emptying the manure onto Sarah Palin’s head. Sarah winced as the revolting, sloppy brown manure poured over her face. Her glasses were covered in it. Manure dripped from her glasses and chin. She experienced the manure with all her senses. She could smell and even taste it in its full glory. The blobs of soft manure covered Sarah’s head. She was totally powerless to even attempt to wipe any of it away. The sensation of seeing Sarah Palin covered in manure was something that thrilled the audience. Hundreds of flashbulbs went off. Everyone paused for a second and took in the sight of Sarah Palin’s face dripping with thick gloppy manure. Sarah could not believe that this was really happening to her. At the moment, all she could really think of was the manure that was all over her face. The brown of the manure matched her brown hair perfectly. Everyone was now chanting “You stink. You stink” at Sarah. This was about as embarrassing as things could possibly get for Sarah, but things were not quite over yet.
Next, two dozen volunteers were given various pies of all sizes and descriptions. They were all lined up about two yards away from the pillory that held Sarah Palin. Sarah wasn’t told what was going to happen, but she could not see at the moment anyway because her glasses and face were covered in manure. One of the organizers shouted out,” Ready, aim, fire.” With that everyone took their pies and began to fling them at the pillory. Sarah screamed as she and the pillory were pelted with a barrage of every type of pie imaginable. Pies flew through the air in all directions. Some fell short, some went sideways and some hit the mark. People staggered their shots so the barrage of pies lasted even longer and was more agonizingly embarrassing for Sarah Palin. At times five pies hit her in the face within three seconds of one another. When the dust cleared, Sarah and the pillory were covered in an array of pink, yellow, brown and white mess. It was a mixture of cream, pudding, pie filling, jam and pie crust. The last pie crust slowly made its way down Sarah’s face before falling on the floor on a pile of pie tins. By this time Sarah’s glasses had been knocked off her head by the force of the pies. One of the organizers leaned over and grabbed them from the pile of mess and pie tins. He took his shirt and cleaned her glasses off on it. He then put them on, mocking the helpless politician. He then placed the cleaned glasses on her messy face.
Finally, half a dozen volunteers lined up together beside the stage. Each of them had paid for the privilege to do this to Sarah.Each of them carried a black sack. It was explained that all of these volunteers had brought their garbage from home and were going to get the chance to dump their garbage on Sarah Palin. “It’s trash time,” the organizer said. The entire place erupted in cheers. One by one the volunteers were allowed to step forward. Each one took the opportunity to voice their displeasure with Sarah Palin’s ideals and policies as the stepped forward. The each stepped forward one at a time. They stood next to the stocks and posed. They then each opened there garbage bags and emptied them over Sarah Palin. One by one total strangers came forward with specially selected trash that they had chosen for Sarah Palin. A lot of the garbage was food waste and leftovers, but every kind of trash imaginable was contained in the trash bags. Some were covered in grime, grease and mould. The volunteers had no mercy on Sarah whatsoever. Bag after bag of filthy, decaying rubbish was poured over Sarah. Some of the garbage was not even identifiable any more. People of every description were in the line to pour their garbage. It included teenagers, old people, rich, pour, fat and skinny. They poured their trash over Sarah’s body. Her clothes were covered and soaked in garbage water. There was not a part of Sarah not covered in garbage by the end. Clumps of food and garbage stuck to her head and glasses. Everything from fish bones, to worms, to maggots covered Sarah.
At last Sarah was allowed out of the pillory. The bar was lifted and she stood up. She wiped some of the trash from her hair and face. She then brushed some of the mess from her skirt and jacket. She tried not to look embarrassed. She stood in front of hundreds of people dripping with sloppy mess. The organizers came forward and announced that they had raised thousands for charity. They thanked Sarah for taking part. Sarah was livid. She glared at them. What could anyone say to being covered in manure and garbage? To top it off, there was nowhere to shower, so Sarah had to go off in her expensive car covered in trash.
The pictures were everywhere after that. Sarah could not go anywhere without seeing a picture of herself in the stocks. Her political opponents even used it in the campaign against her. However, she had made herself look foolish before, so this changed no one’s opinion of her very much at all.
Sarah Palin had hopes of becoming the president of the United States, but on this occasion things went entirely different for her. She was, perhaps, the most disliked woman in America. She had embarrassed herself and her party on numerous occasions with stupid things that she had said and done. She was almost unelectable and she did not even seem to realize it. Sarah had agreed to appear in a local charity event as a way to get a few more voters. She did not expect what the organizers had in store for her. People were frustrated with economy and the way the country was going. This event was designed as a way for every day people to showcase their frustrations. They would be getting the chance to take it all out on Sarah Palin and people were very excited about it. Sarah was not the most organized or thoughtful person, so she was not entirely aware of what the organizers of this event had in mind for her. Her handlers and entourage did however and they were only too happy to comply and do their parts to lead Sarah straight into what was awaiting her.
Sarah arrived as normal for any public appearance. She introduced herself and was told that there was not much time until she was set to make her appearance. This was not unusual for her. She was used to coming into places, making appearances and then leaving straightaway afterwards. She still had no idea of what was awaiting her. She wore a black skirt and suit jacket with a white button down shirt underneath and, of course her trademark glasses. She was announced and was welcomed on stage by a mixture of boos and cheers. She smiled and waived. As she entered, she noticed that there was a rather large item on the other side of the stage that was covered by a large red sheet of fabric. For a minute, she wondered what it was, but just assumed that it had nothing to do with her, so she forgot about it. “So, Sarah Palin is our special guest of honour at this very special charity event,” the woman on the microphone said,” Mrs. Palin has graciously volunteered herself to take part today. It is very charitable of her. Now we’ve been a bit naughty and not told Mrs. Palin everything. We have kept a special surprise from her. Does everyone want to see what it is.” Sarah was dumbstruck. She was totally speechless. She had not really been informed of what this surprise could possibly be. She did not know what was about to happen.
“Ok then, let’s reveal it” the woman said. She walked over to the object that was covered by the fabric. She shouted,” Wola!”, as she pulled the fabric away. When the fabric was pulled away, Sarah’s mouth fell open. What was revealed was a pillory. The crowd hooted and wolf whistled. The announcer applauded and used both arms to point at the pillory. The applause and laughter seemed to last forever. The catcalls filled the air. “So, I guess by now everyone can guess pretty easily what is going to happen this evening. We have the stocks and we have Sarah Palin. Obviously, we will be combing the two to make something even better. It will be like peanut butter and chocolate. Two things put together to make something even better. The two seem to be destined for one another. Let’s get on with it.”
She quickly tried to prance Sarah over to the pillory before she could protest. “Wait a minute,” Sarah tried to protest. She looked around in a panic for someone friendly to help her to get out of this situation. She looked at the members of her team. “It’s for charity,” one whispered. Before Sarah Palin could blink, she was herded over to the pillory. Her own team took her by the arms and escorted her over to the stocks. Another threw the pillory open. In a second she was gently pushed into place. The top was quickly lowered and the locked. In an instant, the potential presidential candidate was completely helpless locked in the stocks. She tried to move, but could not. She kicked her legs in protest, but it was to no avail. There was going to be no way out of this for her. So far nothing else had been produced, Sarah still had the hope that it would just be for pictures and that they would let her out soon. She was hoping that that would be the end of it, but in her heart she knew better. She now looked up from the floor for the first times to see a crowd of howling people laughing at her. She also noticed that most of them seemed to be carrying items in their hands. It then donned on her what was about to happen.
“So, this is all for charity. Sarah Palin is the target. We have hundreds here tonight. Everyone has donated money and in return will get the chance to totally pelt Sarah Palin with every kind of mess imaginable. How does that sound?” She put the microphone up to Sarah’s head. Sarah shook her head feverishly. “Nooo! Please don’t do this. I beg you,” she begged. The crowd was very amused to see the arrogant politician begging in the manner that she was. “You all must be democrats,” she hissed.
“Ok, Sarah, you may notice that everyone in the crowd is armed with a wide array of rotten vegetables. How we will start is very simple. The crowd is going to take those rotten vegetables and they will be hurling them at you. Isn’t that marvellous.?” The crowd all cheered in sheer joy. It was going to be a great opportunity for everyone to release some frustration and anger, all over Sarah Palin. She was the perfect target and certainly deserved what she was about to get. “Ok everyone. I will count down and on three, everybody throw your vegetables.” The woman moved aside so none of the mess would splash onto her.
“Ok, here we go, three….two…one.,..nail her!” With that the members of the audience began to hurl rotten vegetables at the helpless politician. Sarah Palin was in a prone position and could do nothing to resist apart from shutting her eyes. Instantly, hundreds of vegetables flew in her direction. Tomatoes, cucumbers, eggplants, zucchinis were just some of the vegetables that were flung her way. Some hit the target and others missed. A fair few flew through the air and hit her straight in the face with some force. She stood there, hunched over, while she was pelted with a barrage of rotten produce. A huge tomato hit her in the face and exploded on impact. Half of it hung from the corner of Sarah’s glasses. People seemed to pick up more and more vegetables she did not know where they were all coming from. Cabbages and beetroot came her way. The vegetables were so rotten that they had all turned soft and mushy. They stunk as well. Some were brown and black they were so rotten. The smell was unmistakable. The putrid vegetables rained upon the prone politician. The pillory was covered in pulp, seeds and bits of shredded and exploded vegetables. Sarah puckered her lips and gave a disgusted look. Next someone took a rotten zucchini and approached Sarah. They pushed the rotted green vegetable into her face, waiving it about. They then rubbed it in her face, against her glasses and nose. They pushed it into her mouth. She gagged slightly. They then mashed the zucchini straight into her face, crushing it and spreading its rancid innards in Sarah’s face. The juice, seeds and pulp ran down her face. She blushed bright red with embarrassment. She was quite angry as well. Her colleagues knew better than anyone that she deserved what she was receiving.
Before Sarah could catch her breath two of the members of the crowd were asked to come forward. Each was told to stand opposite one another. They were then give a long rectangular container to hold. They stood on either end. The container looked like it was from a farm. It was explained that the vat contained a large quantity of manure. It was not the hard or lumpy kind of manure either. It was runny, thick and gloppy. The two volunteers stood with the vat inches below Sarah’s chin. The posed for pictures. Sarah raised her eyebrows and clenched every muscle in her body waiting for the inevitable to hit her. “It is going to get dirty in here in a second,” one of the organizers said. They motioned to the volunteers that they could do their thing when they were ready. “Just nail her,” they were told. The two smiled as the crowd urged them on. The raised the vat slightly higher than the top of Sarah’s head. They then turned the vast sideways, emptying the manure onto Sarah Palin’s head. Sarah winced as the revolting, sloppy brown manure poured over her face. Her glasses were covered in it. Manure dripped from her glasses and chin. She experienced the manure with all her senses. She could smell and even taste it in its full glory. The blobs of soft manure covered Sarah’s head. She was totally powerless to even attempt to wipe any of it away. The sensation of seeing Sarah Palin covered in manure was something that thrilled the audience. Hundreds of flashbulbs went off. Everyone paused for a second and took in the sight of Sarah Palin’s face dripping with thick gloppy manure. Sarah could not believe that this was really happening to her. At the moment, all she could really think of was the manure that was all over her face. The brown of the manure matched her brown hair perfectly. Everyone was now chanting “You stink. You stink” at Sarah. This was about as embarrassing as things could possibly get for Sarah, but things were not quite over yet.
Next, two dozen volunteers were given various pies of all sizes and descriptions. They were all lined up about two yards away from the pillory that held Sarah Palin. Sarah wasn’t told what was going to happen, but she could not see at the moment anyway because her glasses and face were covered in manure. One of the organizers shouted out,” Ready, aim, fire.” With that everyone took their pies and began to fling them at the pillory. Sarah screamed as she and the pillory were pelted with a barrage of every type of pie imaginable. Pies flew through the air in all directions. Some fell short, some went sideways and some hit the mark. People staggered their shots so the barrage of pies lasted even longer and was more agonizingly embarrassing for Sarah Palin. At times five pies hit her in the face within three seconds of one another. When the dust cleared, Sarah and the pillory were covered in an array of pink, yellow, brown and white mess. It was a mixture of cream, pudding, pie filling, jam and pie crust. The last pie crust slowly made its way down Sarah’s face before falling on the floor on a pile of pie tins. By this time Sarah’s glasses had been knocked off her head by the force of the pies. One of the organizers leaned over and grabbed them from the pile of mess and pie tins. He took his shirt and cleaned her glasses off on it. He then put them on, mocking the helpless politician. He then placed the cleaned glasses on her messy face.
Finally, half a dozen volunteers lined up together beside the stage. Each of them had paid for the privilege to do this to Sarah.Each of them carried a black sack. It was explained that all of these volunteers had brought their garbage from home and were going to get the chance to dump their garbage on Sarah Palin. “It’s trash time,” the organizer said. The entire place erupted in cheers. One by one the volunteers were allowed to step forward. Each one took the opportunity to voice their displeasure with Sarah Palin’s ideals and policies as the stepped forward. The each stepped forward one at a time. They stood next to the stocks and posed. They then each opened there garbage bags and emptied them over Sarah Palin. One by one total strangers came forward with specially selected trash that they had chosen for Sarah Palin. A lot of the garbage was food waste and leftovers, but every kind of trash imaginable was contained in the trash bags. Some were covered in grime, grease and mould. The volunteers had no mercy on Sarah whatsoever. Bag after bag of filthy, decaying rubbish was poured over Sarah. Some of the garbage was not even identifiable any more. People of every description were in the line to pour their garbage. It included teenagers, old people, rich, pour, fat and skinny. They poured their trash over Sarah’s body. Her clothes were covered and soaked in garbage water. There was not a part of Sarah not covered in garbage by the end. Clumps of food and garbage stuck to her head and glasses. Everything from fish bones, to worms, to maggots covered Sarah.
At last Sarah was allowed out of the pillory. The bar was lifted and she stood up. She wiped some of the trash from her hair and face. She then brushed some of the mess from her skirt and jacket. She tried not to look embarrassed. She stood in front of hundreds of people dripping with sloppy mess. The organizers came forward and announced that they had raised thousands for charity. They thanked Sarah for taking part. Sarah was livid. She glared at them. What could anyone say to being covered in manure and garbage? To top it off, there was nowhere to shower, so Sarah had to go off in her expensive car covered in trash.
The pictures were everywhere after that. Sarah could not go anywhere without seeing a picture of herself in the stocks. Her political opponents even used it in the campaign against her. However, she had made herself look foolish before, so this changed no one’s opinion of her very much at all.
Stwnsh ar y ffordd Miss Jones
I have posted a new photo set on Tellygunge. This time it is Miss Jones.The watery gunge let things down abit, but it was still very cool. The link is below to view the set.
http://tellygunge.wordpress.com/2011/10/07/stwnsh-ar-y-ffordd-miss-jones/
http://tellygunge.wordpress.com/2011/10/07/stwnsh-ar-y-ffordd-miss-jones/
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