Georgia Taylor gets the vote

Georgia Taylor gets the vote

Georgia Taylor is not someone who considers herself to be attractive at all. In fact, Georgia has always considered herself plain and even ugly. She hated the way she looked. She honestly considered herself as ordinary. The reason that she had allowed herself to be put up for a messy vote was because she figured that she was the least attractive and least popular person who was up for the vote, so she would not be in any danger. She was very surprised when she got a call saying that she received the second most votes and therefore would be getting messy. “There must be some mistake,” she said,” Are you sure that you counted them correctly?” she asked, half jokingly, half serious. She was told that the votes were all correct. She reluctantly agreed to go forward with the whole thing. She wasn’t exactly excited about the whole thing. She was now faced with the fact that she was going to get covered in tons of disgusting mess on television for the entire world to see. It was going to be ultra embarrassing.

Georgia mentally tried to prepare herself for what was going to be heading her way. She had seen what had happened to some of her former co workers and friends, especially her former colleagues from Coronation Street. Of course, she enjoyed seeing it happen to them, but having it actually happening to her was another matter entirely. She thought to herself that maybe it would not be so bad. In her case, it was not the mess that bothered her the most about what was going to happen, it was more about being centre stage and her lack of confidence in her own appearance. It was going to be humiliation on a grand scale. She was very nervous about the whole thing, but managed to get herself up and ready and to the show. She decided to wear a pair of tight fitting pair of grey trousers and a grey, sleeveless dressy shirt with red and black patterns on it. She wore a black bra and white panties with a floral pattern beneath. All she could think about all day was, “What are they going to pour on me?” As she waited to be called onstage, she sweated and shivered. When she thought about it, she did not know why she had chosen to wear new clothes to be on the show. They were probably going to get wrecked anyway. Maybe she would ask for them to buy her new clothes.

Mr. G. opened the show as always. He introduced Georgia. He explained that she was best known for her roles on Coronation Street and Casualty. She was greeted by a warm round of applause. She entered the studio and waived and gave a muted smile as she entered. She shook Mr. G.’s hand and was invited to take a seat for a chat. “So Georgia, how are you today?,” he asked, half sarcastically. “ I’m actually quite shocked that anyone voted for me. Are you sure that there wasn’t a mistake?,” she asked, half jokingly. “What makes you say that Georgia?,” he asked. “Well, who would vote for me. I am quite ugly really?,” she said. “ Georgia, that is really not true. I mean, I for one find you very attractive. For what that’s worth.” She blushed. “Thanks, that is sweet,” she said. “And anyway, you got enough votes to be here with us today, so there must be quite a few people out there who agree with me.” “I never thought of it like that before,” she said. “I mean way back when you wee on Coronation Street, I always found you attractive. Not everyone has to be a size zero, bleached blonde, super skinny with fake breasts. I think you look natural, like a real woman and that is sexy in itself. You don’t need makeup or anything. Just because you aren’t conventionally beautiful and don’t fit into the Hollywood mould, doesn’t mean that you are not attractive.” “It is just the business that I am in as well, looks are considered paramount. They always want you to look a certain way and I just don’t fit in with that.” “Yeah, I for one think it is horrible how, in show business in particular, but just in day to day life the way that we are told that certain “ideals” are what is attractive and what everyone should be. Unfortunately, even the stars don’t look that way all the time. People come in all shapes and sizes. Everyone is attractive in their own way. Anyway, most of us guys don’t like super skinny bleached blonde types of women anyway. That is just the media telling us what we should like. A lot of people make a lot of money by trying to make people feel bad about themselves. They then try to sell useless products with the message that we must have these things and be a certain way in order to be happy. Makeup, weight loss products, anti aging products, they all benefit by trying to tell us that we should not be happy looking the way that we do. It is all wrong though. Georgia you are a very attractive woman. Don’t let anyone make you feel bad about yourself.” The audience applauded what Mr. G. has said. Georgia had tears in her eyes and was beaming with a smile. “Sorry about that everyone,” Mr. G. said,” Now that being said, we are going to cover you in mess today.” Everyone laughed. “Ok then, lead the way,” she said submissively.

Mr. G. and Georgia made their way over to the other side of the stage. Waiting for them there was a pillory underneath a blue blanket. When they arrived at the pillory, Mr. G. yanked the blanket away and revealed the pillory beneath. Georgia’s mouth fell wide open in shock. She put her hands over her mouth. “Oh my gosh,” she mouthed to herself. “Is that for me?” she teased, giving a fake incredulous look, but knowing exactly what her fait was going to be. Mr. G. raised the top of the pillory. He motioned with his arm, almost bowing. “Be my guest,” he said. Georgia rolled her eyes. She puffed up her cheeks and blew from her mouth. She walked over. She carefully stepped over, looking at the stocks, seeing where her wrists and neck were to be placed. She leaned over and placed her neck and wrists into the correct position. She leaned over and stroked her hair so it was positioned ok. Mr. G. then carefully lowered the top of the pillory down over the prone actress. He secured the latches, latching her in place. She was bent over, her backside was now high in the air and her back was arched. From the front of the stocks all that could be seen was Georgia’s large head sticking out of its hole and her hands. She held her mouth wide open and screamed. Her face was bright red with embarrassment. She wiggled her hands about. “Are you comfortable in there?,” Mr. G. asked. “Oh yes, a perfect fit I think,” she responded with a laugh.

“Oh before I forget,” Mr. G. said,” We have a special guest from your past here to help us out. It is Vicky Entwistle who played Janice Battersby on Coronation Street.” “Oh no,” Georgia said with a laugh. With that the very funny, older woman entered, smiling and waiving. She walked up to Georgia and bent down right in front of her face, waiving in a comic fashion. “So Vicky, we are thrilled to have you here,” Mr. G. said. “I am more than thrilled to be here, especially knowing what I am going to get to do.” “Yes, you are here for one reason and one reason only and that is to help us mess up Georgia.” “That’s for sure this is going to be brilliant.” Georgia could only laugh and blush. “I never thought I would locked in a pillory while Vicky poured disgusting mess on me that’s for sure,” she said. “Yes, I have known Georgia for a long time, so I am really going to enjoy doing this.” It was very clear that the older, Vicky was going to get a lot of pleasure from messing up the much young Georgia. Meanwhile, all the buckets and containers were all being brought out for Georgia. Vicky posed for some photos standing next to Georgia, trapped in the pillory.

Vicky was handed a giant creamy pie. It looked like it was a bit off. The cream looked yellow and quite chunky and the pie itself was relatively heavy for a pie. Vicky took the pie and laughed. She gave an evil, witch like cackle. She brought the pie over to the helpless Georgia. She held it in front of her face, so she could get a full view of what she was about to get. “All for you,” Vicky teased, letting Georgia get a good look. Georgia screwed up her face. It was clear that Vicky was not going to take it easy on her one bit. “Please,” Georgia said. In that split second, Vicky had already pulled her arm back, taking aim at Georgia’s face. Georgia barely had time to shut her eyes before the pie smashed in her face. Every muscle in her body tensed up with anticipation of what was going to happen. Yellow cream went flying in all directions as the pie hit square on target in Georgia’s face with a resounding thud. There was no give in the pillory either, as Georgia was hit by the full force of the pie. There was almost no need for twisting, because the pie had such a great impact into Georgia’s face, it hit her, exploded and the tin fell of in one fluid motion, leaving Georgia’s red face irregularly covered in yellowish cream. The crowd exploded into a frenzy of laughter at what they had just saw. Georgia’s facial features were encased in cream. All she could do in an effort to remove some of it was to wiggle her lips and tongue. She wildly wiggled her lips around, making some of the funniest faces anyone had ever seen. She looked like she was trying to swallow her own face. She could barely even see from the pie that covered her face. Vicky offered no assistance to Georgia. She just pointed and was almost doubled over in laughter at the sight of Georgia in the position that she was. This was about as embarrassing as it could get. Getting pied at the hands of the former Janice Battersby. “Oh, you look just great love,” she said in a condescending tone of voice. Georgia tried to wiggle her nose around, but it was just no use.

“I’m sorry, we just have to see that on replay in slow mo,” Mr. G. said. On the big screen a close up of Georgia’s face was shown. Then the pie hit was played in slow motion. It was rewound and shown over and over. The moment of impact shown. Then the moment just before the pie hit was paused, followed by the after shot.

By now Vicky had grabbed a second pie tin. This tin had cream on the top but it was a beef and ale pie underneath. It was filled with beef, vegetables and gravy. “Some nice pub grub,” Vicky teased. This time Vicky took the pie tin, filled with thick crust and placed it in front of Georgia. She lifted it and pushed it into Georgia’s face. She then pushed it upwards so that more got onto her hair and forehead as well. When she let go, the pie stayed in place for a minute before falling away. Georgia’s face was covered in thick brown gravy. Bits of pastry and crust fell from her face. Large hunks of fatty meat clung to her face. One large bit in particular stuck to her fringe, down her nose and across her mouth. The chunks were visible under the gravy and pastry. Bits clung on and dangled from her face as other strands fell from her face to the floor below. Georgia screamed in disgust. Of course, everyone found the whole thing hilarious.



Next Vicky grabbed a container filled with prawn cocktail. It was bright pink, almost orange. Huge king prawns in a salad sauce. It smelled down right terrible, as if it had gone off or something. This time she went around to Georgia’s protruding backside. Georgia was bent over and totally vulnerable. Her rear end was high in the air and made a great target. Vicky walked up behind her. Georgia could barely see from the beef pie in her face. Vicky pulled open the back of Georgia’s trousers as wide as she could and tipped the prawn cocktail straight down onto Georgia’s patterned underwear. The slimy prawn cocktail slithered down onto Georgia’s backside and down her legs. She moaned as she felt the cold prawn cocktail both inside and outside of her now stained filthy underwear. Saucy prawns sticking to the backs of Georgia’s pale white legs. Vicky closed Georgia’s trousers, squishing the mess along. Bulges came everywhere and some of prawns fell out at her ankles. She fidgeted her legs around the little that she could.



Vicky now grabbed some small containers for Georgia. The containers contained some spoiled salads from the grocery store. Each container held its own brand of disgustingness. There was potato salad, egg salad, macaroni salad, tuna and sweet corn, coleslaw etc. Judging by the dates on the salads, they were at least a week past their sell by date and the smell proved it. Vicky popped the tops. She took two containers in each hand and approached the prone Georgia. She stood beside her and tipped the containers. The slop poured out of the buckets landing all over Georgia Taylor. Vicky moved the containers about, leaving a trail of sloppy expired food up and down Georgia’s body. She then took two more handfuls of containers and did the same again. Georgia could only shut her eyes as the sloppy, slimy, foul smelling salads fell onto her body. She looked like she had fallen into a trash compactor or a compost heap. Bits of potato, tuna, macaroni, egg etc all in disgusting slimy sauces piles on her and stuck to her face. Macaroni dangled from her face. There was a huge blob of potato salad stuck to her face below her nose. She gagged from the atrocious stench of the rotting food that covered her body. She could feel it in her clothes and on her pale white skin. It was a slimy feeling to have it against all body parts. Vicky had made sure some had gone down her shirt. Her top was now see through. Her black bra totally visible through it. Her shirt was also now bulging with the food that filled it. Georgia’s hair was covered.



Finally, Vicky grabbed the final bucket that was ready for Georgia. It was filled with baked beans. Vicky carried the bucket over to Georgia. She wiggled her eyebrows, teasing Georgia. She was about to be beaned. Vicky lifted the bucket up over Georgia’s back. She poured the first of the beans down onto her back. Gravity pulled the beans downward, down Georgia’s body. They dripped down her breasts and down her back. Loads came down her backside. She wiggled her bottom as beans ran down inside of her trousers. She could feel them all over her already filthy underwear. When they fell the made a nauseating plopping sound. Georgia stuck her tongue out. Vicky took the rest of the beans and aimed them onto Georgia’s face. Georgia closed her eyes as a wave of baked beans poured straight onto her exposed face. When the dust cleared, Georgia was left with baked beans still dripping of her face. The sauce covered her face. Beans were all over her nose, cheeks, chin and lips. Georgia was never going to look at beans the same way again. She stuck her tongue out and again tried to wiggle her nose and mouth. Everyone cheered and applauded.

Mr. G. then walked up to the stocks and opened them up. He raised the bar and allowed Georgia to come out. She stretched herself as stepped out of the pillory. She took her hand and wiped some of the mess from her hair. She then wiped her eyes, pushing some of the baked beans away from her face. She threw some of the mess in Vicky’s direction. “So Georgia, how are you feeling?,” Mr. G. asked. She looked at him with a sarcastic look as if to say,” Are you kidding me?” “I am a bit wet,” she said., “Oh my god. This stuff is so disgusting, it is everywhere. I’m glad that everyone is enjoying themselves. This is so embarrassing. “She pulled a handful of beans from her shirt. Her clothes were completely covered. Vicky Entwistle pointed and laughed at her. “Say hi to everyone watching at home,” Mr. g. teased. “Hi everyone,” Georgia waived.