People have probably already seen this clip before, but I hadn't and I really liked it. I really enjoyed seeing the woman gunged. She looked great. I like the build up and the reaction of the winenrs even though the actual gunging was not the best I ever saw and the angles and picture quality are not great.
Thursday, 5 January 2012
Stwnsh Mrs. Williams
http://tellygunge.wordpress.com/2012/01/05/stwnsh-mrs-williams/
I have posted the pictures of Mrs. Williams on Stwnsh. She is not the best looking woman in the world, but she certainly gets a lot of gunge and she takes it very well.
I have posted the pictures of Mrs. Williams on Stwnsh. She is not the best looking woman in the world, but she certainly gets a lot of gunge and she takes it very well.
Monday, 2 January 2012
Alexa Chung: Everybody Mess Chung Tonight
Alexa Chung: Everybody Mess Chung Tonight
Alexa Chung had watched a lot of other presenters get gunged and pied in her life. Somehow she never thought that it was ever going to happen to her. She had enjoyed seeing it happen to other people. She did not know how she would deal with the embarrassment of something like that if it ever was to happen to her. She did enjoy seeing it happen to men, however. She had always found that very amusing. Unfortunately for Alexa her luck was about to run out. She believed that because she was on what she considered the cooler end of the television spectrum that it was something that would never happen to her. Unbeknownst to her, she was about to face untold embarrassment.
It all happened around the time when Alexa shot her last show for E4. She was going to be going to America to work for awhile. She was about to have something happen to her that she would not want anyone in America to ever see. It was going to be a day that she was going to wish that she could forget ever happened. The whole thing was arranged by her co-workers at E4. It was going to be a sort of going away present for Alexa from everyone at E4. Only they were going to be the ones that enjoying the gift, more than Alexa would. Alexa was going to be hosting E4 with her friend Miquita Oliver. Alexa had been involved in getting Miquita messy several months earlier. The big surprise was going to be that the guest on the show was going to be Mr. G.. When Alexa came into work and read that he would be the guest, she had mixed feelings. She really liked him in a lot of ways, but she knew that if he was on the show that it would probably mean someone was going to be getting dirty. Miquita had already been messed in epic fashion. Also, Alexa was soon to be leaving the channel. She guessed, at that point, that it was going to be a messy afternoon for her. Goosebumps ran up and down her body. She guessed that she was going to be facing embarrassment in some form on this afternoon. Alexa got herself ready, nonetheless. She wore a pair of very short, black hotpants and a white shirt. She looked pretty amazing. She was already getting the chills and sweating, thinking about what might lay ahead for her.
When she walked onto the soundstage she was greeted by a round of applause. She smiled and made her way over to the couch. The way that everyone was looking at her with a smirk just reconfirmed what she had been expecting. “We’ve got big plans for today, Chung,” Miquita told her. “I can only imagine,” Alexa laughed. During the first lead in Miquita read out what was going to be happening on the show. At the end she read,” And later, Mr. G. will be making a special visit to our studios. He is coming to see Miss Chung here especially. We asked him to come and make a special visit just to see you Chung,” she said. “I am honoured,” Alexa said with a laugh. “You are not going to want to miss that,” Miquita added. Alexa was nervous, but she wasn’t mortified. She couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen. The waiting was agony for her. The anticipation grew exponentially as the show went on. Miquita was going to love it as well. She had gotten to mess her friend Lily Allen up and made fantastic work of it. She had then been messed with the help of Alexa. She was now going to get the chance to get her own back on Alexa now. This was going to be very enjoyable for her.
The show went on and little was mentioned about what would be happening at the end of the show. Finally it came time for what everyone had been waiting for. Miquita and Alexa were sitting on the E4 couches as they always did. Miquita started in,” Everyone, we want to introduce a very special guest who so very kindly agreed to be here with us today. We are so happy to have him here. Can everyone join us in welcoming, the one and only, Mr. G. to the studio,” she said. Everyone cheered as he entered the studio and sat down on the couches, closest to Alexa. Everyone shook hands. “So, welcome, it is so good to see you. It is great to have you here,” Miquita said. “It is great to be here. I am always happy to come.” “Now usually, people like us come and appear on your show, Let Her Have it, but today you have, so kindly, come to us. We trust that you have brought all of the mess and fun with you today.” “Oh, of course, I always bring mess with me everywhere I go, just in case. I mean, you never know.” “For those who have not seen the show, it always ends up in someone getting covered in disgusting mess,” Miquita said. “Yeah, I remember it happening to one person in particular,” Alexa said,” Do we have a clip of that?” A clip was played of Miquita getting messy. “That was great,” Alexa said, “One of my favourite episodes, I think,” she joked. Alexa had covered Miquita in strawberry milkshake and leftover spaghetti. “yeah, well, if you remember, I didn’t really mind it that much did I?,” Miquita interjected. “Anyway, Mr. G. is here today to see one special person, our friend Alexa here,” Miquita said. “Oh I am honoured,” she replied. “You see, Alexa is leaving soon and we thought that we would send her off with a very special present.” “I had a funny feeling that this might be what was going to happen,” Alexa laughed. “Yes, we have quite a bit of mess prepared for Miss Chung here,” Mr. G. said, “It looks like Miquita is going to get some revenge as well. I know that there are a lot of people out there who are going to enjoy seeing this happen a great deal. So Miss Chung, how are you feeling? Do you have anything to say?” “Yeah, I think you should get gunged instead of me. I think you would look great covered in gunge. I have always imagined what it would be like to get you messy,” she joked. “Well, Miss Chung, maybe one day that will happen, but it is your day today,” he said. “Damn, it was worth a try,” she laughed. “I know that my body is going to be totally trashed in disgusting mess in a few minutes. I am a bit nervous actually, be gentle with me Mr. G.” “Don’t worry, it will be just fine.”
“Before we start,” Miquita said,” I think Chung here, mentioned earlier that she is desperate for the toilet. Should we let her use the toilet first?” “What do you mean, I don’t need the toilet,” Alexa said. “Ah, you do. You know you do. And I think we have a special toilet prepared just for you. Just have a look.” Miquita directed Alexa’s attention to the back of the stage. Some curtains opened. When they opened, the giant flush was revealed for all to see. The enormous toilet from Let Her Have It had somehow been transported to the E4 studios. Alexa pointed and laughed. She was turning bright red. She covered her face with her hands. “She is desperate to use the bathroom really. She is just shy,” Miquita said. Alexa shook her head and laughed. “Time to make that walk of shame and take a seat on the throne Chung,” Alexa said. Alexa stood up with Mr. G. She took his hand and they began to make the long walk to the giant flush. Just then some music blared into the studio. It was the famous song by Wang Chung, everybody have fun tonight. The sounds of the famous lyric,” Everybody Wang Chung tonight” echoed through the studio. This was obviously mocking Alexa. She started laughing. “I hate this song,” she screamed and laughed. She then asked,” Mr. G., you wouldn’t want to put your wang in my chung now would you?” “We can discuss that after the show,” he replied. They both busted out in laughter.
Alexa then came up to the small toilet that she was going to have to sit on. She looked down at the toilet and shivered. She then slowly lowered her bottom onto the toilet seat. Her bare legs stretched before her. She wrapped herself around the somewhat dirty toilet bowl. She then grabbed the toilet brush that sat beside it. “I think that this might come in very useful later on,” she joked.” Can you imagine what someone would think, if they just put the channel on. Alexa Chung sitting on a toilet on national television.” Her legs were totally bare, she could feel the cold porcelain against her sexy skin. The way she was sitting also gave a very nice view up her shorts as well. As she was quite a thin person, her bottom kept almost falling into the toilet bowl. The Wang hung song continued to play. Mr. G. then welcomed Miquita to come over to the giant flusher. “This is definitely what she needed,” Miquita said,” She has had one brewing all day.” Everyone laughed. Alexa made herself comfortable as she sat on the toilet. She laughed and looked upwards, knowing what was going to happen to her eventually. Miquita held her hand on the flusher, teasing about when she was going to pull it. “Everybody Wang Chung tonight,” Miquita said. Alexa closed her eyes and tried to put her hands to her face. She had goosebumps all over her body and was bright red with embarrassment. Miquita smiled as she pulled down the flusher. She flushed the giant toilet onto Alexa. When she pulled it a flushing sound was made that lasted several seconds. This was followed by loud farting noises. “She does this a lot,” Miquita joked. These were then followed by the sounds of pushing and then by the sounds that someone would have made if they were going to the toilet. Then a sound of water splashing and finally the sound of a toilet flushing. As the sound started, trickles of brown gunge began to drip down onto Alexa from above. Small amounts dripped down the front of her face and on her shirt and onto her legs. As lexa began to open her eyes, the brown gunge began to pour out of the large toilet seat above her, straight down onto her. She shrieked as her face was instantly engulfed in the thick brown mess. Her entire face was covered in it. She quickly took one hand and tried to clear part of her eyes. In the meantime the brown gunge was also pouring down onto her body. Loads poured directly down onto Alexa’s pale white legs. She could feel the touch of the cold wet gunge directly on her bare skin. She felt tinges of it between her legs. The brown gunge criss crossed across her bare white legs. Her thighs were covered in the brown mess. Her thighs dripped in it. It also poured onto her top, ruining the it completely. Her top was an inch thick in brown gunge. There also seemed to be irregular lumps in it. One couldn’t even begin to guess what these might be. As more poured over her, she was knocked back slightly by the force. This knocked her bottom into the toilet. She fell halfway in, her bottom half stuck in the toilet. Her legs sticking out of the toilet. The flow of the brown gunge seemed to last forever. Eventually it trickled to a stop. Miquita and Mr. G. stood and looked on. Miquita pointed and laughed. Alexa ran her hands through her gunge covered hair. It was short anyway, so did not stand much of a chance against the brown gunge. She took her fingers and cleared her eyes. Her eyes and teeth shown out as she laughed uncontrollably. The rest of her face was covered in brown muck. She took her also mucky hands and removed some of the gunge from the bottom of her shorts. She rubbed her gunge covered legs. She sat on the toilet dripping in brown gunge. It was a fantastic moment. For a minute the camera just lay on her taking shots of what she looked like. There was a close up shot of her laughing followed by a shot of her in total. Then the camera went to close up. Staring at her feet the camera slowly panned up her body, getting close ups of everything, ending up with a close up of her smiling face. She flicked some of the gunge away. “I’ve been flushed,” she laughed, “What can I say. Maybe I did need a trip to the toilet after all. I am certainly going to need a shower after this.” Miquita picked up a bit of toilet roll that was next to the toilet. “Looks like you might need some loo roll,” she quipped,” You look a little bit dirty. You could probably use a good wipe clean.”
Mr. G. reached out his hand and helped Alexa to her feet. She pushed her mess hand into his chest, smearing his shirt with mess. He pulled her up and escorted her over to the couches again. Her ordeal was not yet over, as she may have thought that it was. She walked with him back to the couches, leaving a trail of mess dripping behind her as she walked. She sat down on the white couch. Her messy body smushed down against the fabric, staining the white couch with the brown mess that had covered her body. She sat down and lightly crossed her legs. “Ok, what now?,” she said in a semi-resigned tone. “Well, we have a some lovely leftovers that we saved just for you. Well, for you to wear anyway,” Mr. G. said. “Ok,” Alexa said. She shrugged her shoulders and laughed. She was already covered in mess anyway.
“The first thing that we have to serve you is mashed potatoes and gravy.” Miquita had gone to the side of the stage to grab what she needed. She returned with a large pot full of lumpy mashed potatoes covered in brown gravy. She smirked as she walked over and sat down next to Alexa. She had with her an icecream scoop. She stuck it into the pot and pulled out a heaping helping of mashed potatoes and gravy. She then took the scoop and raised it, pushing it onto the top of Alexa’s head. She pressed down and then pushed the button, which released the mashed potatoes onto the top of Alexa’s head. She did this twice, leaving two rounded mounds of mashed potato and gravy planted on the top of Alexa’s head. Alexa licked her lips as gravy ran down her face. “Oh my god,” she said. Miquita then took another scoop of the mashed potatoes. She gently pulled open Alexa’s top and stuck the end of the scoop inside. She pushed the release button, dropping a mound of mash into Alexa’s shirt. It tumbled down her chest and settled in the tummy of her shirt. Miquita used her hand and pushed inwards, smushing the mash against Alexa’s tummy and bra. Another scoop of the starchy potatoes was then place onto Alexa’s shorts. It dripped with gravy. The potatoes were thick on top of her shorts, which only provided a thin barrier over Alexa’s skin that lay beneath. She did have a thong on underneath as well, but that provided very little barrier against the mess. Mr. G. then reached into the bucket with both of his hands, pulling out a mountain of mashed potato and gravy with them. He pushed his hands against Alexa’s bare legs. Alexa let out a moan as she felt the mash all over her naked legs. He then pushed his hands up and down the length of her legs, smearing them in the thick potato and gravy as he went. He massaged her pale white calves with the white and brown muck. She stretched her legs out and allowed this to happen. When finished, he then took two small balls of mashed potato and shoved them up the bottom of Alexa’s shorts. She winced as she felt the gloppy potato up her shorts, against her thong and butt cheeks. Alexa wiggled her legs around and stomped her feet. Miquita then took the last, and grossest bit of the potato that lay in the bottom of the pot in her hand. She raised it and pushed it straight into Alexa’s face. Alexa leaned back and squealed as Miquita’s hands pushed into her face. Miquita, relentlessly twisted the mash around into Alexa’s face. She took no mercy on Alexa as she rubbed her face in the mash. Alexa coughed and sputtered as she happened to get a mouthful in the process. Alexa never thought that she would ever have such an intimate knowledge of mashed potatoes as she now had gained.
By now, Miquita had picked up another container and brought it over. This container was emblazoned with the word “SPAM”. Miquita brought it over to Alexa and showed it to her “Oh my god, you are really going to pour spam on me,” she laughed. Miquita responded by saying,” Everybody spam Chung tonight.” The crew was by now chanting,” Spam, spam, spam.” ”It looks so disgusting,” Alexa said. The top of the container was removed, revealing a large, heaving slab of the disgusting, pork like substance. It was incredibly disgusting looking. It was covered in a slime that made it look as though it was sweating itself. Alexa Chung was about to get spammed. Miquita and Mr. G. both grabbed chunks of the disgusting meat like substance. Miquita took the first handful and, again, pushed it square into Alexa’s face. She twisted it around, enjoying what she was doing very much. It was incredibly pleasurable for her to literally rub Alexa’s face in the spam. Alexa gagged at the smell and the tastes of the revolting spam. She then took more spam. She opened up the back of Alexa’s hotpants and casually dropped the handful of meat straight down against her co host’s butt cheeks. She then let go of the shorts. She knew that Alexa was now having the odd sensation of having spam on her bottom. Mr. G. placed some spam onto Alexa’s lap and rubbed it around with his hands. He then spread her legs slightly. He placed a lump of spam between her thighs. He then pushed her legs together, pressing spam all over her legs. He then took more of the spam and placed them at the back of Alexa’s knees. She willingly flexed her legs, causing the spam to ooze everywhere, all over the backs of her legs and her knees. “I’m covered in spam,” Alexa shouted.
Miquita went and picked up another container from behind the stage. The container was gigantic. “Alexa loves salad,” Miquita said,” This container is filled with loads of salad. Oh..um.. It is a bit gone off, but all the better.” The container was filled with rotten lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, carrot, courgettes and beetroot. All slimy and rotten all covered in creamy ranch salad dressing. Miquita shook the whole thing up for Alexa. “She is going to love this,” Miquita joked. Alexa rolled her eyes. Miquita stood behind Alexa with the container. She waited for Alexa to look up and then tipped the container over. The rotted salad fell out of the container and landed on Alexa. The vegetables were almost black and stunk to high heaven. Bits of lettuce and other vegetables now stuck to Alexa’s face and all over her body. Everyone in the studio let out a cheer. Alexa was covered in bits of green, red and orange. The stinky salad stuck everywhere to the collected muck that already covered Alexa’s body from head to toe. Bits of carrot stick to Alexa’s nose. Her lips were stuck with bits of rotted lettuce leaves. She stood almost motionless looking straight ahead. She looked as if she had been tarred and feathered with green leaves, or hand fallen into some kind of mucky bush. She shook her head.
Mr. G. then sat by Alexa’s side. “So, Miss Chung, how was that for you?,” he asked. “It was heavenly,” she joked. “Just what I have always wanted. Sitting on a toilet on national television. Having spam in my shorts, I have always dreamed of it,” she laughed. “Well, you were definitely a good sport. Let’s hear it for her,” he said. The Wang Chung music started again as the segment ended. Alexa waived to the camera in a somewhat sheepish fashion and then removed some of the lettuce from legs. Miquita smiled and shrugged her shoulders as If to say,” That’s what she gets.”
Alexa Chung had watched a lot of other presenters get gunged and pied in her life. Somehow she never thought that it was ever going to happen to her. She had enjoyed seeing it happen to other people. She did not know how she would deal with the embarrassment of something like that if it ever was to happen to her. She did enjoy seeing it happen to men, however. She had always found that very amusing. Unfortunately for Alexa her luck was about to run out. She believed that because she was on what she considered the cooler end of the television spectrum that it was something that would never happen to her. Unbeknownst to her, she was about to face untold embarrassment.
It all happened around the time when Alexa shot her last show for E4. She was going to be going to America to work for awhile. She was about to have something happen to her that she would not want anyone in America to ever see. It was going to be a day that she was going to wish that she could forget ever happened. The whole thing was arranged by her co-workers at E4. It was going to be a sort of going away present for Alexa from everyone at E4. Only they were going to be the ones that enjoying the gift, more than Alexa would. Alexa was going to be hosting E4 with her friend Miquita Oliver. Alexa had been involved in getting Miquita messy several months earlier. The big surprise was going to be that the guest on the show was going to be Mr. G.. When Alexa came into work and read that he would be the guest, she had mixed feelings. She really liked him in a lot of ways, but she knew that if he was on the show that it would probably mean someone was going to be getting dirty. Miquita had already been messed in epic fashion. Also, Alexa was soon to be leaving the channel. She guessed, at that point, that it was going to be a messy afternoon for her. Goosebumps ran up and down her body. She guessed that she was going to be facing embarrassment in some form on this afternoon. Alexa got herself ready, nonetheless. She wore a pair of very short, black hotpants and a white shirt. She looked pretty amazing. She was already getting the chills and sweating, thinking about what might lay ahead for her.
When she walked onto the soundstage she was greeted by a round of applause. She smiled and made her way over to the couch. The way that everyone was looking at her with a smirk just reconfirmed what she had been expecting. “We’ve got big plans for today, Chung,” Miquita told her. “I can only imagine,” Alexa laughed. During the first lead in Miquita read out what was going to be happening on the show. At the end she read,” And later, Mr. G. will be making a special visit to our studios. He is coming to see Miss Chung here especially. We asked him to come and make a special visit just to see you Chung,” she said. “I am honoured,” Alexa said with a laugh. “You are not going to want to miss that,” Miquita added. Alexa was nervous, but she wasn’t mortified. She couldn’t help but wonder what was going to happen. The waiting was agony for her. The anticipation grew exponentially as the show went on. Miquita was going to love it as well. She had gotten to mess her friend Lily Allen up and made fantastic work of it. She had then been messed with the help of Alexa. She was now going to get the chance to get her own back on Alexa now. This was going to be very enjoyable for her.
The show went on and little was mentioned about what would be happening at the end of the show. Finally it came time for what everyone had been waiting for. Miquita and Alexa were sitting on the E4 couches as they always did. Miquita started in,” Everyone, we want to introduce a very special guest who so very kindly agreed to be here with us today. We are so happy to have him here. Can everyone join us in welcoming, the one and only, Mr. G. to the studio,” she said. Everyone cheered as he entered the studio and sat down on the couches, closest to Alexa. Everyone shook hands. “So, welcome, it is so good to see you. It is great to have you here,” Miquita said. “It is great to be here. I am always happy to come.” “Now usually, people like us come and appear on your show, Let Her Have it, but today you have, so kindly, come to us. We trust that you have brought all of the mess and fun with you today.” “Oh, of course, I always bring mess with me everywhere I go, just in case. I mean, you never know.” “For those who have not seen the show, it always ends up in someone getting covered in disgusting mess,” Miquita said. “Yeah, I remember it happening to one person in particular,” Alexa said,” Do we have a clip of that?” A clip was played of Miquita getting messy. “That was great,” Alexa said, “One of my favourite episodes, I think,” she joked. Alexa had covered Miquita in strawberry milkshake and leftover spaghetti. “yeah, well, if you remember, I didn’t really mind it that much did I?,” Miquita interjected. “Anyway, Mr. G. is here today to see one special person, our friend Alexa here,” Miquita said. “Oh I am honoured,” she replied. “You see, Alexa is leaving soon and we thought that we would send her off with a very special present.” “I had a funny feeling that this might be what was going to happen,” Alexa laughed. “Yes, we have quite a bit of mess prepared for Miss Chung here,” Mr. G. said, “It looks like Miquita is going to get some revenge as well. I know that there are a lot of people out there who are going to enjoy seeing this happen a great deal. So Miss Chung, how are you feeling? Do you have anything to say?” “Yeah, I think you should get gunged instead of me. I think you would look great covered in gunge. I have always imagined what it would be like to get you messy,” she joked. “Well, Miss Chung, maybe one day that will happen, but it is your day today,” he said. “Damn, it was worth a try,” she laughed. “I know that my body is going to be totally trashed in disgusting mess in a few minutes. I am a bit nervous actually, be gentle with me Mr. G.” “Don’t worry, it will be just fine.”
“Before we start,” Miquita said,” I think Chung here, mentioned earlier that she is desperate for the toilet. Should we let her use the toilet first?” “What do you mean, I don’t need the toilet,” Alexa said. “Ah, you do. You know you do. And I think we have a special toilet prepared just for you. Just have a look.” Miquita directed Alexa’s attention to the back of the stage. Some curtains opened. When they opened, the giant flush was revealed for all to see. The enormous toilet from Let Her Have It had somehow been transported to the E4 studios. Alexa pointed and laughed. She was turning bright red. She covered her face with her hands. “She is desperate to use the bathroom really. She is just shy,” Miquita said. Alexa shook her head and laughed. “Time to make that walk of shame and take a seat on the throne Chung,” Alexa said. Alexa stood up with Mr. G. She took his hand and they began to make the long walk to the giant flush. Just then some music blared into the studio. It was the famous song by Wang Chung, everybody have fun tonight. The sounds of the famous lyric,” Everybody Wang Chung tonight” echoed through the studio. This was obviously mocking Alexa. She started laughing. “I hate this song,” she screamed and laughed. She then asked,” Mr. G., you wouldn’t want to put your wang in my chung now would you?” “We can discuss that after the show,” he replied. They both busted out in laughter.
Alexa then came up to the small toilet that she was going to have to sit on. She looked down at the toilet and shivered. She then slowly lowered her bottom onto the toilet seat. Her bare legs stretched before her. She wrapped herself around the somewhat dirty toilet bowl. She then grabbed the toilet brush that sat beside it. “I think that this might come in very useful later on,” she joked.” Can you imagine what someone would think, if they just put the channel on. Alexa Chung sitting on a toilet on national television.” Her legs were totally bare, she could feel the cold porcelain against her sexy skin. The way she was sitting also gave a very nice view up her shorts as well. As she was quite a thin person, her bottom kept almost falling into the toilet bowl. The Wang hung song continued to play. Mr. G. then welcomed Miquita to come over to the giant flusher. “This is definitely what she needed,” Miquita said,” She has had one brewing all day.” Everyone laughed. Alexa made herself comfortable as she sat on the toilet. She laughed and looked upwards, knowing what was going to happen to her eventually. Miquita held her hand on the flusher, teasing about when she was going to pull it. “Everybody Wang Chung tonight,” Miquita said. Alexa closed her eyes and tried to put her hands to her face. She had goosebumps all over her body and was bright red with embarrassment. Miquita smiled as she pulled down the flusher. She flushed the giant toilet onto Alexa. When she pulled it a flushing sound was made that lasted several seconds. This was followed by loud farting noises. “She does this a lot,” Miquita joked. These were then followed by the sounds of pushing and then by the sounds that someone would have made if they were going to the toilet. Then a sound of water splashing and finally the sound of a toilet flushing. As the sound started, trickles of brown gunge began to drip down onto Alexa from above. Small amounts dripped down the front of her face and on her shirt and onto her legs. As lexa began to open her eyes, the brown gunge began to pour out of the large toilet seat above her, straight down onto her. She shrieked as her face was instantly engulfed in the thick brown mess. Her entire face was covered in it. She quickly took one hand and tried to clear part of her eyes. In the meantime the brown gunge was also pouring down onto her body. Loads poured directly down onto Alexa’s pale white legs. She could feel the touch of the cold wet gunge directly on her bare skin. She felt tinges of it between her legs. The brown gunge criss crossed across her bare white legs. Her thighs were covered in the brown mess. Her thighs dripped in it. It also poured onto her top, ruining the it completely. Her top was an inch thick in brown gunge. There also seemed to be irregular lumps in it. One couldn’t even begin to guess what these might be. As more poured over her, she was knocked back slightly by the force. This knocked her bottom into the toilet. She fell halfway in, her bottom half stuck in the toilet. Her legs sticking out of the toilet. The flow of the brown gunge seemed to last forever. Eventually it trickled to a stop. Miquita and Mr. G. stood and looked on. Miquita pointed and laughed. Alexa ran her hands through her gunge covered hair. It was short anyway, so did not stand much of a chance against the brown gunge. She took her fingers and cleared her eyes. Her eyes and teeth shown out as she laughed uncontrollably. The rest of her face was covered in brown muck. She took her also mucky hands and removed some of the gunge from the bottom of her shorts. She rubbed her gunge covered legs. She sat on the toilet dripping in brown gunge. It was a fantastic moment. For a minute the camera just lay on her taking shots of what she looked like. There was a close up shot of her laughing followed by a shot of her in total. Then the camera went to close up. Staring at her feet the camera slowly panned up her body, getting close ups of everything, ending up with a close up of her smiling face. She flicked some of the gunge away. “I’ve been flushed,” she laughed, “What can I say. Maybe I did need a trip to the toilet after all. I am certainly going to need a shower after this.” Miquita picked up a bit of toilet roll that was next to the toilet. “Looks like you might need some loo roll,” she quipped,” You look a little bit dirty. You could probably use a good wipe clean.”
Mr. G. reached out his hand and helped Alexa to her feet. She pushed her mess hand into his chest, smearing his shirt with mess. He pulled her up and escorted her over to the couches again. Her ordeal was not yet over, as she may have thought that it was. She walked with him back to the couches, leaving a trail of mess dripping behind her as she walked. She sat down on the white couch. Her messy body smushed down against the fabric, staining the white couch with the brown mess that had covered her body. She sat down and lightly crossed her legs. “Ok, what now?,” she said in a semi-resigned tone. “Well, we have a some lovely leftovers that we saved just for you. Well, for you to wear anyway,” Mr. G. said. “Ok,” Alexa said. She shrugged her shoulders and laughed. She was already covered in mess anyway.
“The first thing that we have to serve you is mashed potatoes and gravy.” Miquita had gone to the side of the stage to grab what she needed. She returned with a large pot full of lumpy mashed potatoes covered in brown gravy. She smirked as she walked over and sat down next to Alexa. She had with her an icecream scoop. She stuck it into the pot and pulled out a heaping helping of mashed potatoes and gravy. She then took the scoop and raised it, pushing it onto the top of Alexa’s head. She pressed down and then pushed the button, which released the mashed potatoes onto the top of Alexa’s head. She did this twice, leaving two rounded mounds of mashed potato and gravy planted on the top of Alexa’s head. Alexa licked her lips as gravy ran down her face. “Oh my god,” she said. Miquita then took another scoop of the mashed potatoes. She gently pulled open Alexa’s top and stuck the end of the scoop inside. She pushed the release button, dropping a mound of mash into Alexa’s shirt. It tumbled down her chest and settled in the tummy of her shirt. Miquita used her hand and pushed inwards, smushing the mash against Alexa’s tummy and bra. Another scoop of the starchy potatoes was then place onto Alexa’s shorts. It dripped with gravy. The potatoes were thick on top of her shorts, which only provided a thin barrier over Alexa’s skin that lay beneath. She did have a thong on underneath as well, but that provided very little barrier against the mess. Mr. G. then reached into the bucket with both of his hands, pulling out a mountain of mashed potato and gravy with them. He pushed his hands against Alexa’s bare legs. Alexa let out a moan as she felt the mash all over her naked legs. He then pushed his hands up and down the length of her legs, smearing them in the thick potato and gravy as he went. He massaged her pale white calves with the white and brown muck. She stretched her legs out and allowed this to happen. When finished, he then took two small balls of mashed potato and shoved them up the bottom of Alexa’s shorts. She winced as she felt the gloppy potato up her shorts, against her thong and butt cheeks. Alexa wiggled her legs around and stomped her feet. Miquita then took the last, and grossest bit of the potato that lay in the bottom of the pot in her hand. She raised it and pushed it straight into Alexa’s face. Alexa leaned back and squealed as Miquita’s hands pushed into her face. Miquita, relentlessly twisted the mash around into Alexa’s face. She took no mercy on Alexa as she rubbed her face in the mash. Alexa coughed and sputtered as she happened to get a mouthful in the process. Alexa never thought that she would ever have such an intimate knowledge of mashed potatoes as she now had gained.
By now, Miquita had picked up another container and brought it over. This container was emblazoned with the word “SPAM”. Miquita brought it over to Alexa and showed it to her “Oh my god, you are really going to pour spam on me,” she laughed. Miquita responded by saying,” Everybody spam Chung tonight.” The crew was by now chanting,” Spam, spam, spam.” ”It looks so disgusting,” Alexa said. The top of the container was removed, revealing a large, heaving slab of the disgusting, pork like substance. It was incredibly disgusting looking. It was covered in a slime that made it look as though it was sweating itself. Alexa Chung was about to get spammed. Miquita and Mr. G. both grabbed chunks of the disgusting meat like substance. Miquita took the first handful and, again, pushed it square into Alexa’s face. She twisted it around, enjoying what she was doing very much. It was incredibly pleasurable for her to literally rub Alexa’s face in the spam. Alexa gagged at the smell and the tastes of the revolting spam. She then took more spam. She opened up the back of Alexa’s hotpants and casually dropped the handful of meat straight down against her co host’s butt cheeks. She then let go of the shorts. She knew that Alexa was now having the odd sensation of having spam on her bottom. Mr. G. placed some spam onto Alexa’s lap and rubbed it around with his hands. He then spread her legs slightly. He placed a lump of spam between her thighs. He then pushed her legs together, pressing spam all over her legs. He then took more of the spam and placed them at the back of Alexa’s knees. She willingly flexed her legs, causing the spam to ooze everywhere, all over the backs of her legs and her knees. “I’m covered in spam,” Alexa shouted.
Miquita went and picked up another container from behind the stage. The container was gigantic. “Alexa loves salad,” Miquita said,” This container is filled with loads of salad. Oh..um.. It is a bit gone off, but all the better.” The container was filled with rotten lettuce, tomatoes, cucumbers, carrot, courgettes and beetroot. All slimy and rotten all covered in creamy ranch salad dressing. Miquita shook the whole thing up for Alexa. “She is going to love this,” Miquita joked. Alexa rolled her eyes. Miquita stood behind Alexa with the container. She waited for Alexa to look up and then tipped the container over. The rotted salad fell out of the container and landed on Alexa. The vegetables were almost black and stunk to high heaven. Bits of lettuce and other vegetables now stuck to Alexa’s face and all over her body. Everyone in the studio let out a cheer. Alexa was covered in bits of green, red and orange. The stinky salad stuck everywhere to the collected muck that already covered Alexa’s body from head to toe. Bits of carrot stick to Alexa’s nose. Her lips were stuck with bits of rotted lettuce leaves. She stood almost motionless looking straight ahead. She looked as if she had been tarred and feathered with green leaves, or hand fallen into some kind of mucky bush. She shook her head.
Mr. G. then sat by Alexa’s side. “So, Miss Chung, how was that for you?,” he asked. “It was heavenly,” she joked. “Just what I have always wanted. Sitting on a toilet on national television. Having spam in my shorts, I have always dreamed of it,” she laughed. “Well, you were definitely a good sport. Let’s hear it for her,” he said. The Wang Chung music started again as the segment ended. Alexa waived to the camera in a somewhat sheepish fashion and then removed some of the lettuce from legs. Miquita smiled and shrugged her shoulders as If to say,” That’s what she gets.”
Friday, 30 December 2011
Mischa B. gets revenge of Tulisa
Mischa B. gets revenge of Tulisa
Mischa B was very annoyed when X Factor judge Tulisa brought up the fact that she had been bullying some of the other contestants backstage. Tulisa mentioned it on the air, during judge’s comments. Mischa was very angry about this, but she could not really say so publicly because of politics around the program. There is no doubt though that Tulisa’s comments hurt Mischa’s reputation quite a bit. From that point forward in the competition, Mischa struggled for votes, despite being one of the better singers in the competition. Weather the comments by Tulisa were the reason for this could be debated. In Mischa’s eyes, however, there was no debate. She blamed Tulisa for costing her a place in the finals of the show. The truth was, Mischa was a bully and Tulisa pointing this out definitely hurt her popularity. Mischa was incensed. There was no way she was going to let Tulisa get away with what she had done to her. No one crossed Mischa B and got away with it. Tulisa was about to discover this fact the hard way. Mischa B was going to make sure that Tulisa was going to wish that she never opened her mouth. Mischa was going to have Tulisa begging for mercy when she was done with her. Mischa was going to show Tulisa who was the boss.
It happened on the night when Mischa was finally eliminated from the competition. Mischa was able to nick the keys to Tulisa’s dressing room. She waited until Tulisa was in the shower. She unlocked Tulisa’s door and slowly brought in what she needed. She tried to keep quiet, but Tulisa could not have heard her over the shower anyway. She then locked the door behind her. She also found Tulisa’s key which was laying on the dressing table and took that as well. There could be no escape for Tulisa. She then went to the bathroom and took Tulisa’s clothes and towel. She quickly ran back to her dressing room and hid Tulisa’s clothes. Again, Tulisa could hear nothing over the running water of the shower. She then sat in Tulisa’s chair and smiled. She waited for the water to stop and for Tulisa to realize what had happened. She laughed to herself. She was about to have a lot of fun.
Tulisa was unaware that anyone was there. As far as she knew, no one else had a key, so no one should have been able to enter. Finally Mischa heard the water stop. A second later, she heard the shower door open. Mischa laughed to herself because she knew that at that very second, Tulisa would be looking for her towel or her clothes and finding that they were gone. As Tulisa exited the shower, she did just that. “What the fuck,” Tulisa said as looked for her towel and was unable to find it. She thought to herself that she must have just forgotten to get one out. She then looked for her clothes. When she discovered that they were missing a tinge of panic swept through her mind and body. “Where the fuck are my clothes?,” Tulisa thought to herself. She was starting to sweat. She had no idea what could have happened. She decided that she would have to go out into her dressing room. She walked out quickly. When she emerged, what she saw was Mischa B sitting in her chair smiling. Tulisa jumped she was so shocked to see her there. She quickly took her hands and tried to cover her private parts as best she could. “What the hell are you doing here,” she screamed. “Nice tats,” Mischa joked, mocking the tattoos that covered various areas of Tulisa’s body.
“I am here to teach you a lesson Tulisa. I am going to put you in your place. You are going to pay the price for what you have done to me. No one does what you have done to Mischa B and gets away with it. You are nothing but a filthy, disgusting, chav. You are a filthy slag and you know it. You drip with muck, you should be embarrassed. I am going to show you what you really are. You can’t escape, the door is locked, I have the keys and you are naked. Don’t you look cute.” Mischa then stood up and pushed Tulisa over into the chair. She quickly grabbed a pair of handcuffs that she had been hiding behind her back. She quickly shackled Tulisa to the chair. Tulisa tried to scream. “Scream again and I will put a gag in your mouth. Now shut up.” Tulisa tried to struggle her way out but could not make any head way. “What are you going to do to me,” Tulisa wailed. “Oh you will see. You are going to get a night that you will never ever forget,” Mischa promised,” Don’t mess with me. You are going to pay dearly for what you have done.” Tulisa glared at her. Tulisa tried desperately to keep her legs closed as tightly as she possibly could. There was little use though, Mischa could see everything anyway. Tulisa was someone who really valued her street cred. She really enjoyed pretending to be tough, which she was not in reality at all. She was always very afraid that people would discover that she was not really like that. Now she could not help but blush at the humiliation that was being heaped upon her by the much younger and much more street wise contestant. She was now feeling very vulnerable. She knew that Mischa was in complete control over her no, a feeling that she absolutely loathed.
Mischa then pulled out a number of buckets and containers. When Tulisa saw what she had, her jaw dropped. “Oh no, you can’t do this, please, you have made your point. I am sorry.” “Too little too late,” Mischa said,” I have wanted to do this for a long time. I am going to enjoy this more than you will ever know. You deserve this,” Mischa said, without a single ounce of sympathy. “This is going to be so sweet,” she hissed. “Trash time,” she said.
Mischa then walked over to and carefully chose the first container that she was going to use on the X Factor judge. Tulisa shook her head and tried wiggling her body around to try to shake herself lose in some sort of way, to no avail. “Hey, Tulisa,” Mischa snickered,” I am sure you have heard this before, I am like marmite, people either rlove me or hate me. Well, I hate you and you are going to get this big container of marmite. This is what chavs like you eat anyway isn’t it, marmite? It is pretty sticky and disgusting. Just like you, come to think of it,” Mischa said in a suddenly chirpy tone of voice. Tulisa glared at her. She tried to protest as Mischa approached with the marmite. Misha grabbed Tulisa by the face, “Hopefully, you will learn you lesson,” she said in an angry tone. She took the container and pushed it into Tulisa’s face. Tulisa’s scream was muffled as the marmite was pushed into her face. Mischa pushed the sticky, smelly marmite into Tulisa’s face. As she removed the container, it revealed Tulisa’s face covered in the sticky paste. The container was still half filled with marmite. Mischa took her hands and grabbed what was left. She pulled the marmite out and pushed it into Tulisa’s chest. She then rubbed her hands down the front of Tulisa’s body, smearing the marmite down Tulisa’s body as she went along. What was left, Mischa poured over Tulisa’s lap. “You filthy chav, you loved that didn’t you? You dirty little slag,” Mischa slapped Tulisa on her backside.
Mischa sauntered off and grabbed the next container that was lying in wait. This container was filled with baked beans for Tulisa. Tulisa continued to urge her to stop. “ Your body is covered in tattoos, fake tan, make up and god only knows what else. What difference is a few baked beans going to make?,” Mischa taunted. Of course it made a huge difference to Tulisa. This was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to her. Mischa was loving every minute of this and she was really taking her time too. Mischa walked up beside Tulisa. She held the container out in front of Tulisa, so she could see what she was about to get, before she actually received it. Tulisa wildly shook her head in protest. Mischa raised the container and began to pour the disgusting baked beans down onto the front of Tulisa’s face. The beans were incredibly thick. In a moment Tulisa’s face was covered in baked beans running down the front of her face. They fell over her nose, mouth and chin. “Yuck,” she said, muffled with beans. Her facial features now faced a torrent of the baked beans. Mischa then moved the contained slightly so the beans poured down over the whole of Tulisa’s head. Orange and red baked bean slop plopped down onto Tulisa’s face. Her facial features being the main target of the bean onslaught thus far. Soon her entire head was covered. The flow of the beans, however, continued to pour from her head down onto her body. Huge globs of baked beans made their way down Tulisa’s shoulder blades and down onto her chest. Mischa now changed the target of the beans, directing them directly between Tulisa’s breasts. Tulisa shivered and stammered as she felt the baked beans all over her breasts and down her stomach. Lots of the collected beans were now being pulled by gravity into their final resting place. The way that Tulisa was sat meant that a good deal of the beans fell down her body and collected between her legs. A large pile of beans was now forming in Tulisa’s crotch. She could feel the beans between her legs. She felt their slimy slipperiness against her private parts. Meanwhile, Mischa was pouring more beans down onto Tulisa’s sexy legs. Tulisa tried to hold her knees as closely together as she could as the beans fell onto her legs. Beans washed down on her thighs and kneecaps, trickling down her calves to her ankles and finally all over her toes. Tulisa could feel individual baked beans squelching between her toes. She wiggled her toes in the collected beans. Mischa then decided to pour even more baked beans down over Tulisa’s arched back. Tulisa arched her back forward a bit as beans washed down her back and then down to her backside. She shook and shivered as she felt the beans down the back of her spine. Her back was covered already in some large tattoos. Mischa found it very intriguing to see what the tattoos would look like covered in a layer of baked beans. When Mischa was finished, Tulisa was covered from head to toe in the baked beans. Some had fallen away onto the dressing room floor, but more stuck in place all over Tulisa’s now trembling, sticky body.
The next container that Mischa had for Tulisa was filled with tuna and sweet corn. Mischa knew that Tulisa liked this as a sandwich filler. The moment that Mischa popped open the container, the smell of the, possibly rotten tuna fish filled the room. It was a disgusting foul smell. “Been saving this just for you,” Mischa teased. The tuna was mixed with mayonnaise and sweet corn. No one in their right mind would touch this stuff, but it was about to be put all over Tulisa. Mischa promptly took the tuns fish and plopped the majority of it straight down onto Tulisa’s head. The greyish brown muck was gloppy and thick. Little yellow bits of sweet corn could be seen throughout it. Mischa pushed it down onto the top of Tulisa’s head. It stuck down in place. It was so thick that very little of it dripped away at call. In a minute, three quarters of Tulisa’s face was covered in the tuna. The front of her head down to her eyebrows was now just one large mass of tuna and sweet corn. The right side of her face was covered in it as well. A gigantic glob hung from the larger mass. It looked liked a tuna icicle hanging from her brow. Her nose also had a large glob of tuna fish over it. It looked as if a tuna fish stalactite was hanging from her nose. Sweet corn stuck to her face. Mischa then took a second, large ball of the tuna mixture in her hand. She stood about three yards from Tulisa. She then took aim and softly threw the ball at Tulisa’s body. It flung through the air irregularly and finally hit Tulisa’s body on her chest. When the ball hit her it exploded and splattered all over her body. The main bit stuck to her stomach, where it had originally landed, but bits of the tuna and sweet corn were also splattered all over her breasts and her legs. Tulisa squinted and opened open eye. It was slightly difficult to see with tuna partially covering parts of her face.
Next, Mischa pulled out a large container of cole slaw. She laughed loudly and wickedly. “Hopefully, you are having a lovely lunch fitting of a disgusting chav like yourself,” she venomously said. Like the tuna fish, the cole slaw stunk, even worse than cole slaw usually smells. Mischa thought to herself about how enjoyable pouring this disgusting slop over Tulisa was going to be. It was going to be a very satisfying experience for her. Mischa now stood behind the X Factor judge and took aim at her with the cole slaw. She placed her palm at the bottom of the container to better guide it along. She then slowly tipped the container over the helpless Tulisa. Tulisa wanted to hold her nose, but all she could do at the moment was shut her eyes tightly and try to keep her nose and mouth shut. Mischa tipped the cole slaw down onto Tulisa. The mounds of tuna were soon joined by a mountain of rancid cole slaw. The sloppy white, slimy slop poured from the container and landed on Tulisa’s awaiting head. It poured down over her forehead and down the sides of her face. Her face soon disappeared under a mountain of disgusting cole slaw. It was filled with runny white bits as well as some small orange shredded carrots. The smell was overpowering. Tulisa openly gagged as if she was about to wretch. Mischa then generously dumped more of the foul smelling mess down onto Tulisa’s body. She cringed at the slimy feel and texture of the creamy salad against her skin. Tulisa wiggled. She had an itch on her body that was trying to scratch. More than anything, she wanted to use her hands to clear some of the cole slaw from her eyes and face, but she could not. All she could do was wiggle her mouth and lips in an effort to dislodge as much of the mess as she could. This did cause some of the cole slaw to fall from her chin. Her teeth and her eyes were about all that was left visible from beneath the mountain of disgusting mess that covered her head.
Mischa then walked to the other side of the room. “What the hell, is she doing now?,” Tulisa thought. Mischa soon returned with a small trolley from catering. In it was all of the uneaten food from the lunch that had been provided earlier. On the cart was piles of various sandwiches of all descriptions along with some different salads, some sausage rolls and other cold foods. “Eat up you slut,” Mischa shouted. She pushed the cart towards Tulisa. When it was a few inches away, Mischa tipped the cart over with some force straight at Tulisa, causing it to tip all of the food down over onto Tulisa. Tulisa screamed as a collection of lettuce, tomato, lunch meat, bread, sandwich fillers and finger foods poured onto her. She looked like a human buffet. Mischa pushed the cart away, revealing Tulisa sat on the chair covered in the sandwiches and the other food. Bits of ham, chicken salad, egg salad and bologna were piled all over Tulisa. The food stuck all over her body. Tulisa shook her head in frustrated embarrassment. Mischa crossed her arms and admired her work. She smiled. “Never looked better,” she chirped.
Mischa then went over and grabbed something else. It was a bit of poster board with some words written on it in marker. Mischa walked over to Tulisa and placed the poster board on her lap. It was a sign. The sign had written on it, “Don’t mess with Mischa B.” “Time for a little ride,” Mischa then said. “A ride, oh no. Where are you taking me? Please don’t do this,” Tulisa begged. A rush of panic ran through Tulisa. What was happening? Someone might see her like this. Her eyes widened. Mischa just ignored what Tulisa was saying. Mischa took the key and unlocked the door. She threw the door open. Tulisa continued to beg her to stop. “Time for a little trip,” she said. Mischa put her hands on the back of the chair and started to push it out the door. Mischa smiled and laughed as she wheeled the helpless judge out of the room. Tulisa’s eyes were wide. She could not believe that this was really happening to her. Mischa playfully whistled as she pushed the chair through the hallways, backstage at the studio. She then wheeled her up to the side stage entrance. Tulisa knew what Mischa was going to do now. There was an audience full of people out there as well as some of the contestants and the other judges. “Time for the unveiling,” Mischa said,” And don’t you look cute.” Tulisa screamed as Mischa pushed the chair onto the stage with all of her might. The chair slid and rolled across the stage to the centre. It came to a stop at the centre of the stage. Everyone looked up at that moment. A torrent of laughter filled the entire arena. The Xtra Factor was being filmed as well. The image was going out live to all of the UK. It was after the watershed as well, so they chose not to cut away. Everyone’s camera phones were brought out at that moment. Kelly Rowland was loving what she was seeing as well. “Don’t mess with Mischa B.,” Kelly said in a funny voice. Her and the other judges pointed and laughed. Tulisa could do nothing but look down at her feet and hope that her shame would be over soon. The other contestants were very happy as well with what they saw. Tulisa would never be able to live this down. She lost all of the street cred that she may have had. The producers of X Factor also gave serious thought to not renewing Tulisa’s contract after this.
Mischa B was very annoyed when X Factor judge Tulisa brought up the fact that she had been bullying some of the other contestants backstage. Tulisa mentioned it on the air, during judge’s comments. Mischa was very angry about this, but she could not really say so publicly because of politics around the program. There is no doubt though that Tulisa’s comments hurt Mischa’s reputation quite a bit. From that point forward in the competition, Mischa struggled for votes, despite being one of the better singers in the competition. Weather the comments by Tulisa were the reason for this could be debated. In Mischa’s eyes, however, there was no debate. She blamed Tulisa for costing her a place in the finals of the show. The truth was, Mischa was a bully and Tulisa pointing this out definitely hurt her popularity. Mischa was incensed. There was no way she was going to let Tulisa get away with what she had done to her. No one crossed Mischa B and got away with it. Tulisa was about to discover this fact the hard way. Mischa B was going to make sure that Tulisa was going to wish that she never opened her mouth. Mischa was going to have Tulisa begging for mercy when she was done with her. Mischa was going to show Tulisa who was the boss.
It happened on the night when Mischa was finally eliminated from the competition. Mischa was able to nick the keys to Tulisa’s dressing room. She waited until Tulisa was in the shower. She unlocked Tulisa’s door and slowly brought in what she needed. She tried to keep quiet, but Tulisa could not have heard her over the shower anyway. She then locked the door behind her. She also found Tulisa’s key which was laying on the dressing table and took that as well. There could be no escape for Tulisa. She then went to the bathroom and took Tulisa’s clothes and towel. She quickly ran back to her dressing room and hid Tulisa’s clothes. Again, Tulisa could hear nothing over the running water of the shower. She then sat in Tulisa’s chair and smiled. She waited for the water to stop and for Tulisa to realize what had happened. She laughed to herself. She was about to have a lot of fun.
Tulisa was unaware that anyone was there. As far as she knew, no one else had a key, so no one should have been able to enter. Finally Mischa heard the water stop. A second later, she heard the shower door open. Mischa laughed to herself because she knew that at that very second, Tulisa would be looking for her towel or her clothes and finding that they were gone. As Tulisa exited the shower, she did just that. “What the fuck,” Tulisa said as looked for her towel and was unable to find it. She thought to herself that she must have just forgotten to get one out. She then looked for her clothes. When she discovered that they were missing a tinge of panic swept through her mind and body. “Where the fuck are my clothes?,” Tulisa thought to herself. She was starting to sweat. She had no idea what could have happened. She decided that she would have to go out into her dressing room. She walked out quickly. When she emerged, what she saw was Mischa B sitting in her chair smiling. Tulisa jumped she was so shocked to see her there. She quickly took her hands and tried to cover her private parts as best she could. “What the hell are you doing here,” she screamed. “Nice tats,” Mischa joked, mocking the tattoos that covered various areas of Tulisa’s body.
“I am here to teach you a lesson Tulisa. I am going to put you in your place. You are going to pay the price for what you have done to me. No one does what you have done to Mischa B and gets away with it. You are nothing but a filthy, disgusting, chav. You are a filthy slag and you know it. You drip with muck, you should be embarrassed. I am going to show you what you really are. You can’t escape, the door is locked, I have the keys and you are naked. Don’t you look cute.” Mischa then stood up and pushed Tulisa over into the chair. She quickly grabbed a pair of handcuffs that she had been hiding behind her back. She quickly shackled Tulisa to the chair. Tulisa tried to scream. “Scream again and I will put a gag in your mouth. Now shut up.” Tulisa tried to struggle her way out but could not make any head way. “What are you going to do to me,” Tulisa wailed. “Oh you will see. You are going to get a night that you will never ever forget,” Mischa promised,” Don’t mess with me. You are going to pay dearly for what you have done.” Tulisa glared at her. Tulisa tried desperately to keep her legs closed as tightly as she possibly could. There was little use though, Mischa could see everything anyway. Tulisa was someone who really valued her street cred. She really enjoyed pretending to be tough, which she was not in reality at all. She was always very afraid that people would discover that she was not really like that. Now she could not help but blush at the humiliation that was being heaped upon her by the much younger and much more street wise contestant. She was now feeling very vulnerable. She knew that Mischa was in complete control over her no, a feeling that she absolutely loathed.
Mischa then pulled out a number of buckets and containers. When Tulisa saw what she had, her jaw dropped. “Oh no, you can’t do this, please, you have made your point. I am sorry.” “Too little too late,” Mischa said,” I have wanted to do this for a long time. I am going to enjoy this more than you will ever know. You deserve this,” Mischa said, without a single ounce of sympathy. “This is going to be so sweet,” she hissed. “Trash time,” she said.
Mischa then walked over to and carefully chose the first container that she was going to use on the X Factor judge. Tulisa shook her head and tried wiggling her body around to try to shake herself lose in some sort of way, to no avail. “Hey, Tulisa,” Mischa snickered,” I am sure you have heard this before, I am like marmite, people either rlove me or hate me. Well, I hate you and you are going to get this big container of marmite. This is what chavs like you eat anyway isn’t it, marmite? It is pretty sticky and disgusting. Just like you, come to think of it,” Mischa said in a suddenly chirpy tone of voice. Tulisa glared at her. She tried to protest as Mischa approached with the marmite. Misha grabbed Tulisa by the face, “Hopefully, you will learn you lesson,” she said in an angry tone. She took the container and pushed it into Tulisa’s face. Tulisa’s scream was muffled as the marmite was pushed into her face. Mischa pushed the sticky, smelly marmite into Tulisa’s face. As she removed the container, it revealed Tulisa’s face covered in the sticky paste. The container was still half filled with marmite. Mischa took her hands and grabbed what was left. She pulled the marmite out and pushed it into Tulisa’s chest. She then rubbed her hands down the front of Tulisa’s body, smearing the marmite down Tulisa’s body as she went along. What was left, Mischa poured over Tulisa’s lap. “You filthy chav, you loved that didn’t you? You dirty little slag,” Mischa slapped Tulisa on her backside.
Mischa sauntered off and grabbed the next container that was lying in wait. This container was filled with baked beans for Tulisa. Tulisa continued to urge her to stop. “ Your body is covered in tattoos, fake tan, make up and god only knows what else. What difference is a few baked beans going to make?,” Mischa taunted. Of course it made a huge difference to Tulisa. This was the most embarrassing thing that had ever happened to her. Mischa was loving every minute of this and she was really taking her time too. Mischa walked up beside Tulisa. She held the container out in front of Tulisa, so she could see what she was about to get, before she actually received it. Tulisa wildly shook her head in protest. Mischa raised the container and began to pour the disgusting baked beans down onto the front of Tulisa’s face. The beans were incredibly thick. In a moment Tulisa’s face was covered in baked beans running down the front of her face. They fell over her nose, mouth and chin. “Yuck,” she said, muffled with beans. Her facial features now faced a torrent of the baked beans. Mischa then moved the contained slightly so the beans poured down over the whole of Tulisa’s head. Orange and red baked bean slop plopped down onto Tulisa’s face. Her facial features being the main target of the bean onslaught thus far. Soon her entire head was covered. The flow of the beans, however, continued to pour from her head down onto her body. Huge globs of baked beans made their way down Tulisa’s shoulder blades and down onto her chest. Mischa now changed the target of the beans, directing them directly between Tulisa’s breasts. Tulisa shivered and stammered as she felt the baked beans all over her breasts and down her stomach. Lots of the collected beans were now being pulled by gravity into their final resting place. The way that Tulisa was sat meant that a good deal of the beans fell down her body and collected between her legs. A large pile of beans was now forming in Tulisa’s crotch. She could feel the beans between her legs. She felt their slimy slipperiness against her private parts. Meanwhile, Mischa was pouring more beans down onto Tulisa’s sexy legs. Tulisa tried to hold her knees as closely together as she could as the beans fell onto her legs. Beans washed down on her thighs and kneecaps, trickling down her calves to her ankles and finally all over her toes. Tulisa could feel individual baked beans squelching between her toes. She wiggled her toes in the collected beans. Mischa then decided to pour even more baked beans down over Tulisa’s arched back. Tulisa arched her back forward a bit as beans washed down her back and then down to her backside. She shook and shivered as she felt the beans down the back of her spine. Her back was covered already in some large tattoos. Mischa found it very intriguing to see what the tattoos would look like covered in a layer of baked beans. When Mischa was finished, Tulisa was covered from head to toe in the baked beans. Some had fallen away onto the dressing room floor, but more stuck in place all over Tulisa’s now trembling, sticky body.
The next container that Mischa had for Tulisa was filled with tuna and sweet corn. Mischa knew that Tulisa liked this as a sandwich filler. The moment that Mischa popped open the container, the smell of the, possibly rotten tuna fish filled the room. It was a disgusting foul smell. “Been saving this just for you,” Mischa teased. The tuna was mixed with mayonnaise and sweet corn. No one in their right mind would touch this stuff, but it was about to be put all over Tulisa. Mischa promptly took the tuns fish and plopped the majority of it straight down onto Tulisa’s head. The greyish brown muck was gloppy and thick. Little yellow bits of sweet corn could be seen throughout it. Mischa pushed it down onto the top of Tulisa’s head. It stuck down in place. It was so thick that very little of it dripped away at call. In a minute, three quarters of Tulisa’s face was covered in the tuna. The front of her head down to her eyebrows was now just one large mass of tuna and sweet corn. The right side of her face was covered in it as well. A gigantic glob hung from the larger mass. It looked liked a tuna icicle hanging from her brow. Her nose also had a large glob of tuna fish over it. It looked as if a tuna fish stalactite was hanging from her nose. Sweet corn stuck to her face. Mischa then took a second, large ball of the tuna mixture in her hand. She stood about three yards from Tulisa. She then took aim and softly threw the ball at Tulisa’s body. It flung through the air irregularly and finally hit Tulisa’s body on her chest. When the ball hit her it exploded and splattered all over her body. The main bit stuck to her stomach, where it had originally landed, but bits of the tuna and sweet corn were also splattered all over her breasts and her legs. Tulisa squinted and opened open eye. It was slightly difficult to see with tuna partially covering parts of her face.
Next, Mischa pulled out a large container of cole slaw. She laughed loudly and wickedly. “Hopefully, you are having a lovely lunch fitting of a disgusting chav like yourself,” she venomously said. Like the tuna fish, the cole slaw stunk, even worse than cole slaw usually smells. Mischa thought to herself about how enjoyable pouring this disgusting slop over Tulisa was going to be. It was going to be a very satisfying experience for her. Mischa now stood behind the X Factor judge and took aim at her with the cole slaw. She placed her palm at the bottom of the container to better guide it along. She then slowly tipped the container over the helpless Tulisa. Tulisa wanted to hold her nose, but all she could do at the moment was shut her eyes tightly and try to keep her nose and mouth shut. Mischa tipped the cole slaw down onto Tulisa. The mounds of tuna were soon joined by a mountain of rancid cole slaw. The sloppy white, slimy slop poured from the container and landed on Tulisa’s awaiting head. It poured down over her forehead and down the sides of her face. Her face soon disappeared under a mountain of disgusting cole slaw. It was filled with runny white bits as well as some small orange shredded carrots. The smell was overpowering. Tulisa openly gagged as if she was about to wretch. Mischa then generously dumped more of the foul smelling mess down onto Tulisa’s body. She cringed at the slimy feel and texture of the creamy salad against her skin. Tulisa wiggled. She had an itch on her body that was trying to scratch. More than anything, she wanted to use her hands to clear some of the cole slaw from her eyes and face, but she could not. All she could do was wiggle her mouth and lips in an effort to dislodge as much of the mess as she could. This did cause some of the cole slaw to fall from her chin. Her teeth and her eyes were about all that was left visible from beneath the mountain of disgusting mess that covered her head.
Mischa then walked to the other side of the room. “What the hell, is she doing now?,” Tulisa thought. Mischa soon returned with a small trolley from catering. In it was all of the uneaten food from the lunch that had been provided earlier. On the cart was piles of various sandwiches of all descriptions along with some different salads, some sausage rolls and other cold foods. “Eat up you slut,” Mischa shouted. She pushed the cart towards Tulisa. When it was a few inches away, Mischa tipped the cart over with some force straight at Tulisa, causing it to tip all of the food down over onto Tulisa. Tulisa screamed as a collection of lettuce, tomato, lunch meat, bread, sandwich fillers and finger foods poured onto her. She looked like a human buffet. Mischa pushed the cart away, revealing Tulisa sat on the chair covered in the sandwiches and the other food. Bits of ham, chicken salad, egg salad and bologna were piled all over Tulisa. The food stuck all over her body. Tulisa shook her head in frustrated embarrassment. Mischa crossed her arms and admired her work. She smiled. “Never looked better,” she chirped.
Mischa then went over and grabbed something else. It was a bit of poster board with some words written on it in marker. Mischa walked over to Tulisa and placed the poster board on her lap. It was a sign. The sign had written on it, “Don’t mess with Mischa B.” “Time for a little ride,” Mischa then said. “A ride, oh no. Where are you taking me? Please don’t do this,” Tulisa begged. A rush of panic ran through Tulisa. What was happening? Someone might see her like this. Her eyes widened. Mischa just ignored what Tulisa was saying. Mischa took the key and unlocked the door. She threw the door open. Tulisa continued to beg her to stop. “Time for a little trip,” she said. Mischa put her hands on the back of the chair and started to push it out the door. Mischa smiled and laughed as she wheeled the helpless judge out of the room. Tulisa’s eyes were wide. She could not believe that this was really happening to her. Mischa playfully whistled as she pushed the chair through the hallways, backstage at the studio. She then wheeled her up to the side stage entrance. Tulisa knew what Mischa was going to do now. There was an audience full of people out there as well as some of the contestants and the other judges. “Time for the unveiling,” Mischa said,” And don’t you look cute.” Tulisa screamed as Mischa pushed the chair onto the stage with all of her might. The chair slid and rolled across the stage to the centre. It came to a stop at the centre of the stage. Everyone looked up at that moment. A torrent of laughter filled the entire arena. The Xtra Factor was being filmed as well. The image was going out live to all of the UK. It was after the watershed as well, so they chose not to cut away. Everyone’s camera phones were brought out at that moment. Kelly Rowland was loving what she was seeing as well. “Don’t mess with Mischa B.,” Kelly said in a funny voice. Her and the other judges pointed and laughed. Tulisa could do nothing but look down at her feet and hope that her shame would be over soon. The other contestants were very happy as well with what they saw. Tulisa would never be able to live this down. She lost all of the street cred that she may have had. The producers of X Factor also gave serious thought to not renewing Tulisa’s contract after this.
Wednesday, 28 December 2011
Molly and Clare pied
Hi EVERYONE,
Just posting a youtube video where two young women get pies in the face. It is quite a good video.
Saturday, 24 December 2011
Happy Holidays and Thank you
Hi Everyone,
I want to wish everyone Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas from me, JRG. I also will take this chance to thank everyone who reads my stories and views my posts. I hope that they bring some small measure of enjoyment into people's lives. I enjoy doing them and love the fact that there are people out there enjoying them. Thanks to everyone.
All the best-----JRG
I want to wish everyone Happy Holidays, Merry Christmas from me, JRG. I also will take this chance to thank everyone who reads my stories and views my posts. I hope that they bring some small measure of enjoyment into people's lives. I enjoy doing them and love the fact that there are people out there enjoying them. Thanks to everyone.
All the best-----JRG
Rihanna Christmas
Rihanna tells the world what she would like at Christmas. As referenced in my Rihanna story. I think I would agree with her.
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