You are entering the cage, it's a Tiswas special, you've been invited on as a guest, you enter the studio and notice the lights in the ceiling etc. You pass the camera's and the presenters. You look at the cage for the first time, you note the gunk dispenser above, most likely full of Tiswas style gunge and foam, maybe some cold water to saturate you as well. Other guests are already in the cage in their chosen refinery, you've all made the effort just to get destroyed. You marvel in your mind, at the upcoming show, the being locked in, soaked and then soaked again, custard, gunge, pies, you will all get the lot!
Will they do the new version of the Tiswas water timer with gunge? You have prayed to the gods of Tiswas all week, hopefully the gods will bless you and the guests will be blessed with gunge. You step forward and say hi and nod your head, smile, etc., as you enter the cage. You are pushed to the front right up against the bars, you know, whatever is hurled at the front of the cage, will impact all down the front of your attire. You look round at everybody else's splendour and know that shortly you will all be trashed wrecks. Nobody cares all they want is the destruction to take them away.
As you watch the show from inside the cage, you note the presenters, have handcuffs with them, they give out banter to the camera's then come over and cuff yourself and several other guests to the front of the cage, you are trapped nowhere to go now. When the barrage comes and it will come, you will be among the first to be bamboozled by the waves of mess. You look round everybody is ready, willing and able. One of the hosts comes over, gives a few quips to the camera's, then lets fly with a couple of coloured buckets of water. The first lands to the right, the impact splatters all over those to your right and some splashes onto your right side, you get the rush, the messy destruction has started, the ride begins. Another bucket fly's, it comes through the Tiswas cage door just to your right. The lady next to you get its full bore in the breasts and face, she rocks back in her top and pants, from the wave hitting her, she is too cuffed to the inside of the cage by the presenters, so no where for her to go, all she can do is absorb the wave of Tiswas mess as it arrives. You note she is enjoying it, you hope she is enjoying it more than she outwardly shows.
Another bucket is coming, this time your for it, you prepare yourself physically and mentally, though, like the lady to your right, you do not share this with the other cage members, your sexual desire to be destroyed in here. The bucket hits you, the cold shock from the coloured water as it hits you down your right side and then cascades down your front heading towards the studio floor. You are quite badly soaked from the first bucket. You pray to the Tiswas gods that they follow up, they do. The launch from the bucket is truly a world class delivery, it sails through the air, it hits you squarely in the middle of your chest, coloured water launches like a rocket around you, as it explodes on the front of your cage attire. You are sopping, you also pull back on the cage and the cuffs the hosts have chained you in. The hosts step away from the cage and you are left sopping and extremely happy. You glance a look at the lady to your right, she is smiling and having a wail of time, she is shouting some banter at the hosts hoping they will come back and destroy us more.
You watch the show from the cage, special guests coming and going, comedy scenes being performed, though you long for another deluge to be sent in your direction. You get your wishes out of nowhere the Phantom Flan Flingers comes out with Flandrella, buckets and pies follow suit, they attack the cage with vigour, you're in luck several pies come flying through the cage bars and impact on your sodden clothes, you ride your luck well, they follow with a several buckets of gunge, you receive the first one straight in the crotch. You gasp inside from the effect as the mess arrives in that secret desired place. It is a class delivery as well, you turn to your right and watch the lady in her top and pants gets hit with another cold bucket of water, followed by disgusting gunge all down her left side, purple is the chosen colour of destruction, you love it. Again the gods smile on you, as splash back from the purple gunge hitting the lady's left side, splashes on your right. The phantom does it, he pulls the lever on the side of the cage and lets go with the trough that is above all, your heads. More gunge, foam and water rain down onto all of you that dared to enter the cage. You get a good dousing from this as well, all down your back and all round your ass, your underwear is sopping in all the right places. You glance a look at the lady's bottom to your right, the pants material is now clinging to her pert ass cheeks. You not sure if she caught you looking, so you look away. Once more you thank the god of Tiswas for the brutal assault they just sent, and could they please send more.
You glance another look at the lady to your right, her clothes are now stained as well as being wet, her hair is matted to her face and some of her make up is running down her face. You catch each other and smile. She mouths, this is fun. You smile back and happen to catch a glance of her crotch that is soaked all down one side. You smile and hope that, the area is pounded with gunge before the show is over.
No, it cannot be, the Tiswas timer is brought out, buckets and buckets of gunge are lined up in front of the cage, your heart pounds. You take a moment to issue a mental prayer to the god of Tiswas. Please let me get bombarded and this hot lady to my right, at least let her get one in the breasts and crotch. You hope your prayer is received well, then it begins. Both of the host are about to do a contest, who can saturate the cage victims the most. You pull on cuffs slightly in play, protest, the lady to your right joins you, again, she gives you a little smiling glance as she does. You're in luck the male host, lets fly with the first bucket of gunge, it hits the lady all down her right hand side and then splatters on other people in the cage to her right. You watch as she pulls on her cuffs, as if to tell the hosts to really give it her. They give it both of you. You love it, she loves it. Your both hit square on with buckets of coloured gunge they swamp you both, but the hosts are not finished, they let fly with another stunning volley, all hitting anybody at the front of the cage square on. Woops of joy come out of the cage, again the hosts ramp up the attack on yourselves trapped in the cage. More buckets hit you all of you, your clothes now drip gunge, in layers the lady to your right is destroyed under a hail of Tiswas gunge and pies, sexually you love it, but dare not show it. In between volleys she turns to her left and looks at you, her top is sodden and breasts now cling to the material through her bra, she is aroused from being in the cage, she openly shows it, you know this, so the male hosts will he come and destroy her more. You join the rattling on the cage to increase the barrage of mess thrown at you. The male host goes for one last bucket, he obviously likes the lady to your right. The shot is mesmerizing right in her crotch, all the pants material is sodden in glorious gunge, you sneak a peek at that area in her pants, you wonder if it pounded her sexually?
You once again are standing in your sopping, gunged clothing enjoying the show, it's even better than you expect, it's great being there live and of course in the cage. You watch as the presenters talk about, flan your folks and how people really just wanted to see the people involved get trashed. You watch as the presenters get up. They come over to the cage and they un cuff the lady to your right and yourself, the cage door opens and you are both dragged out of the cage, much to the cheering of the crowd and others who have requested to be put in the cage and plastered. You are led over to, two chairs that are in front of the original Tiswas wall, where the messy sketches were shown. The hosts point to the two chairs you both sit down, you glance over to the lady who's sopping clothes are about to get even worse! The presenters start to talk about the gunge, the pies and of course the water. The Phantom and Flanderalla appear, they have numerous buckets passed to them, you get a chance to look at the lady next to you, she is beaming, you both know what's coming, you are about to be both destroyed in front of a live audience by the Tiswas team.
Once you're both sitting in your seats. The host starts, they point to various amounts of mess in buckets and then they are hurled at you both. You cop the first bucket, its beans, it lands all down your front in your hair and face, the audience cheer and clap. Next Flanderalla moves in on the lady. Hitting her with two buckets of custard, the lady is swamped with the stuff, she looks divine, an even bigger cheer goes up from the audience, they lady shakes her fist at the them in play. The Phantom steps forward and launches a bucket of coloured water all over her breasts and stomach, again she is drenched, you smile, the audience cheers go off the scale.
The Phantom moves in on you with pies, lots of pies. In the face, hair, chest, a bucket of custard follows and you're drenched in even more Tiswas mess it's utter bliss. The Phantom and Flanderalla go for a double attack, throwing numerous buckets of gunge and slop over the pair of you, before Flanderalla steps in and hits you with an almost perfect pie sandwich, she follows up with a sly pie to the crotch. Flanderalla waves her arms in victory to the audience, there is more cheering and whooping from them. The Phantom moves in on the lady, bucket of gunge at close range, it's a half pour and throw combo, she's hit all down her right side, looks like some kids paint has been slopped in there in order to stain her top. She seems to revel in the delight from where you are sitting. A true Tiswas moment in your eyes. The Phantom gives her no rest, more pies in the face, the lady also gets a well delivered pie sandwich. As an added bonus for the audience, she too gets a bucket of beans hurled over her chest. You notice her resisting from rubbing the liquid into her top.
The hosts step in and assess the damage, you're both wasted from the demonstration, you look yourself over, gunge, custard, beans, pies, water, you've been given all of them in that latest Phantom barrage, you wish it could carry on longer. Your clothes are a sopping, gunged, destroyed mess, you get a chance to eye the lady up, who is sitting slightly sideways in her chair, she looks like she is flirting with the hosts, in order to get brutalized again, what a star, she is. Her clothes are ruined, she too is sopping in gunge, beans, custard, and everything else the Phantom and Flanderalla hurled at her during the demonstration. Her top is stuck to her in several places, same with her pants. You wonder if she is a wammer and that's why she has come on the show, you'll never know. The hosts point you both back to the cage. On the way back you walk behind the lady and you note her pert ass, plastered to her pants, looks like the bombardment was so heavy some of the dye is running from her clothes, utter wam destruction.
As you get back into the cage, everybody nods their heads as a mark of respect for the amount of gunge abuse you've just both taken, the lady is given the option to go to the back of the cage, she chooses not to, she wants to gun it out at the front, with more mess. As you enter the cage door is closed behind you, the presenters go to the trough handle and even more gunge drenches you. You love it, the feeling of the soaked clothing sticking to you, at the same time it feels lovely and slimy, your cold, you don't really feel it, you're too busy having a good time. You manage to get yourself back into position next to the lady. She eyes you up and smiles, you know she has checked you out, you love it.
Time passes as several bands come and play various numbers, though again the gods of Tiswas answers the cage dwellers calls, they want to throw gunge and pies at all of you, so they are given several buckets of custard no less. They show much glee as they hurl these liquid items at you all, again you and the lady cop for some down your sopping fronts, you both love it. Out of nowhere the Phantom appears with a gunge cannon and blasts all of you in the cage, we mean a proper soaking, you're both lucky your not in cuffs you can move slightly, but to where, you crammed in the cage!
The cannon pounds every inch of the lady's attire, her top, her pants, even her high heels are awash in gunge, slimy gunge. You watch as it slowly drips from her clothing, you are mesmerized by this drenching, suddenly you too are hit by the cannon, thrusting gunge and goo, all over and even into your clothes, you love it, again, you manage to catch the lady watching you. You both really adore mess. She smiles her make up is running down her face, her hair is a matted, ruined mess, for some reason you think she is even prettier.
The show continues and all the guests say goodbye, you wish there had been another barrage, but that is all you get, the gods of Tiswas have moved on. You also never got to find out who the lady was, as after the show she just disappeared, you thought you heard the name Heidi?
Will they do the new version of the Tiswas water timer with gunge? You have prayed to the gods of Tiswas all week, hopefully the gods will bless you and the guests will be blessed with gunge. You step forward and say hi and nod your head, smile, etc., as you enter the cage. You are pushed to the front right up against the bars, you know, whatever is hurled at the front of the cage, will impact all down the front of your attire. You look round at everybody else's splendour and know that shortly you will all be trashed wrecks. Nobody cares all they want is the destruction to take them away.
As you watch the show from inside the cage, you note the presenters, have handcuffs with them, they give out banter to the camera's then come over and cuff yourself and several other guests to the front of the cage, you are trapped nowhere to go now. When the barrage comes and it will come, you will be among the first to be bamboozled by the waves of mess. You look round everybody is ready, willing and able. One of the hosts comes over, gives a few quips to the camera's, then lets fly with a couple of coloured buckets of water. The first lands to the right, the impact splatters all over those to your right and some splashes onto your right side, you get the rush, the messy destruction has started, the ride begins. Another bucket fly's, it comes through the Tiswas cage door just to your right. The lady next to you get its full bore in the breasts and face, she rocks back in her top and pants, from the wave hitting her, she is too cuffed to the inside of the cage by the presenters, so no where for her to go, all she can do is absorb the wave of Tiswas mess as it arrives. You note she is enjoying it, you hope she is enjoying it more than she outwardly shows.
Another bucket is coming, this time your for it, you prepare yourself physically and mentally, though, like the lady to your right, you do not share this with the other cage members, your sexual desire to be destroyed in here. The bucket hits you, the cold shock from the coloured water as it hits you down your right side and then cascades down your front heading towards the studio floor. You are quite badly soaked from the first bucket. You pray to the Tiswas gods that they follow up, they do. The launch from the bucket is truly a world class delivery, it sails through the air, it hits you squarely in the middle of your chest, coloured water launches like a rocket around you, as it explodes on the front of your cage attire. You are sopping, you also pull back on the cage and the cuffs the hosts have chained you in. The hosts step away from the cage and you are left sopping and extremely happy. You glance a look at the lady to your right, she is smiling and having a wail of time, she is shouting some banter at the hosts hoping they will come back and destroy us more.
You watch the show from the cage, special guests coming and going, comedy scenes being performed, though you long for another deluge to be sent in your direction. You get your wishes out of nowhere the Phantom Flan Flingers comes out with Flandrella, buckets and pies follow suit, they attack the cage with vigour, you're in luck several pies come flying through the cage bars and impact on your sodden clothes, you ride your luck well, they follow with a several buckets of gunge, you receive the first one straight in the crotch. You gasp inside from the effect as the mess arrives in that secret desired place. It is a class delivery as well, you turn to your right and watch the lady in her top and pants gets hit with another cold bucket of water, followed by disgusting gunge all down her left side, purple is the chosen colour of destruction, you love it. Again the gods smile on you, as splash back from the purple gunge hitting the lady's left side, splashes on your right. The phantom does it, he pulls the lever on the side of the cage and lets go with the trough that is above all, your heads. More gunge, foam and water rain down onto all of you that dared to enter the cage. You get a good dousing from this as well, all down your back and all round your ass, your underwear is sopping in all the right places. You glance a look at the lady's bottom to your right, the pants material is now clinging to her pert ass cheeks. You not sure if she caught you looking, so you look away. Once more you thank the god of Tiswas for the brutal assault they just sent, and could they please send more.
You glance another look at the lady to your right, her clothes are now stained as well as being wet, her hair is matted to her face and some of her make up is running down her face. You catch each other and smile. She mouths, this is fun. You smile back and happen to catch a glance of her crotch that is soaked all down one side. You smile and hope that, the area is pounded with gunge before the show is over.
No, it cannot be, the Tiswas timer is brought out, buckets and buckets of gunge are lined up in front of the cage, your heart pounds. You take a moment to issue a mental prayer to the god of Tiswas. Please let me get bombarded and this hot lady to my right, at least let her get one in the breasts and crotch. You hope your prayer is received well, then it begins. Both of the host are about to do a contest, who can saturate the cage victims the most. You pull on cuffs slightly in play, protest, the lady to your right joins you, again, she gives you a little smiling glance as she does. You're in luck the male host, lets fly with the first bucket of gunge, it hits the lady all down her right hand side and then splatters on other people in the cage to her right. You watch as she pulls on her cuffs, as if to tell the hosts to really give it her. They give it both of you. You love it, she loves it. Your both hit square on with buckets of coloured gunge they swamp you both, but the hosts are not finished, they let fly with another stunning volley, all hitting anybody at the front of the cage square on. Woops of joy come out of the cage, again the hosts ramp up the attack on yourselves trapped in the cage. More buckets hit you all of you, your clothes now drip gunge, in layers the lady to your right is destroyed under a hail of Tiswas gunge and pies, sexually you love it, but dare not show it. In between volleys she turns to her left and looks at you, her top is sodden and breasts now cling to the material through her bra, she is aroused from being in the cage, she openly shows it, you know this, so the male hosts will he come and destroy her more. You join the rattling on the cage to increase the barrage of mess thrown at you. The male host goes for one last bucket, he obviously likes the lady to your right. The shot is mesmerizing right in her crotch, all the pants material is sodden in glorious gunge, you sneak a peek at that area in her pants, you wonder if it pounded her sexually?
You once again are standing in your sopping, gunged clothing enjoying the show, it's even better than you expect, it's great being there live and of course in the cage. You watch as the presenters talk about, flan your folks and how people really just wanted to see the people involved get trashed. You watch as the presenters get up. They come over to the cage and they un cuff the lady to your right and yourself, the cage door opens and you are both dragged out of the cage, much to the cheering of the crowd and others who have requested to be put in the cage and plastered. You are led over to, two chairs that are in front of the original Tiswas wall, where the messy sketches were shown. The hosts point to the two chairs you both sit down, you glance over to the lady who's sopping clothes are about to get even worse! The presenters start to talk about the gunge, the pies and of course the water. The Phantom and Flanderalla appear, they have numerous buckets passed to them, you get a chance to look at the lady next to you, she is beaming, you both know what's coming, you are about to be both destroyed in front of a live audience by the Tiswas team.
Once you're both sitting in your seats. The host starts, they point to various amounts of mess in buckets and then they are hurled at you both. You cop the first bucket, its beans, it lands all down your front in your hair and face, the audience cheer and clap. Next Flanderalla moves in on the lady. Hitting her with two buckets of custard, the lady is swamped with the stuff, she looks divine, an even bigger cheer goes up from the audience, they lady shakes her fist at the them in play. The Phantom steps forward and launches a bucket of coloured water all over her breasts and stomach, again she is drenched, you smile, the audience cheers go off the scale.
The Phantom moves in on you with pies, lots of pies. In the face, hair, chest, a bucket of custard follows and you're drenched in even more Tiswas mess it's utter bliss. The Phantom and Flanderalla go for a double attack, throwing numerous buckets of gunge and slop over the pair of you, before Flanderalla steps in and hits you with an almost perfect pie sandwich, she follows up with a sly pie to the crotch. Flanderalla waves her arms in victory to the audience, there is more cheering and whooping from them. The Phantom moves in on the lady, bucket of gunge at close range, it's a half pour and throw combo, she's hit all down her right side, looks like some kids paint has been slopped in there in order to stain her top. She seems to revel in the delight from where you are sitting. A true Tiswas moment in your eyes. The Phantom gives her no rest, more pies in the face, the lady also gets a well delivered pie sandwich. As an added bonus for the audience, she too gets a bucket of beans hurled over her chest. You notice her resisting from rubbing the liquid into her top.
The hosts step in and assess the damage, you're both wasted from the demonstration, you look yourself over, gunge, custard, beans, pies, water, you've been given all of them in that latest Phantom barrage, you wish it could carry on longer. Your clothes are a sopping, gunged, destroyed mess, you get a chance to eye the lady up, who is sitting slightly sideways in her chair, she looks like she is flirting with the hosts, in order to get brutalized again, what a star, she is. Her clothes are ruined, she too is sopping in gunge, beans, custard, and everything else the Phantom and Flanderalla hurled at her during the demonstration. Her top is stuck to her in several places, same with her pants. You wonder if she is a wammer and that's why she has come on the show, you'll never know. The hosts point you both back to the cage. On the way back you walk behind the lady and you note her pert ass, plastered to her pants, looks like the bombardment was so heavy some of the dye is running from her clothes, utter wam destruction.
As you get back into the cage, everybody nods their heads as a mark of respect for the amount of gunge abuse you've just both taken, the lady is given the option to go to the back of the cage, she chooses not to, she wants to gun it out at the front, with more mess. As you enter the cage door is closed behind you, the presenters go to the trough handle and even more gunge drenches you. You love it, the feeling of the soaked clothing sticking to you, at the same time it feels lovely and slimy, your cold, you don't really feel it, you're too busy having a good time. You manage to get yourself back into position next to the lady. She eyes you up and smiles, you know she has checked you out, you love it.
Time passes as several bands come and play various numbers, though again the gods of Tiswas answers the cage dwellers calls, they want to throw gunge and pies at all of you, so they are given several buckets of custard no less. They show much glee as they hurl these liquid items at you all, again you and the lady cop for some down your sopping fronts, you both love it. Out of nowhere the Phantom appears with a gunge cannon and blasts all of you in the cage, we mean a proper soaking, you're both lucky your not in cuffs you can move slightly, but to where, you crammed in the cage!
The cannon pounds every inch of the lady's attire, her top, her pants, even her high heels are awash in gunge, slimy gunge. You watch as it slowly drips from her clothing, you are mesmerized by this drenching, suddenly you too are hit by the cannon, thrusting gunge and goo, all over and even into your clothes, you love it, again, you manage to catch the lady watching you. You both really adore mess. She smiles her make up is running down her face, her hair is a matted, ruined mess, for some reason you think she is even prettier.
The show continues and all the guests say goodbye, you wish there had been another barrage, but that is all you get, the gods of Tiswas have moved on. You also never got to find out who the lady was, as after the show she just disappeared, you thought you heard the name Heidi?
