"Now for the moment that all, none or some of you have been waiting for. It is the series one finale of 'Justice!'"

The continuity announcer finished his introduction, and the screen changed to show eight ladies, all handcuffed and in one person cages, with all eight wearing the show's traditional prisoner's uniform of a small grey t-shirt which stopped halfway up their navel and very short shorts reaching about a third of the way down their thighs. Behind each of the cages was a booth, each booth containing a chair, with ankle restraints on the floor, a strap to go across the occupants midriff and a wrist restraint on one of the arms of the chair, with a chain handle dangling down on the other side. The camera then cut to show a man in black robes and white wig, standing next to the cages in the middle of the studio. On his other side were two rows of benches, each with four occupants, all dressed in regular attire.

"Hello and welcome to the series 1 finale of 'Justice!'" The judge said to begin the show, before a collective "awwwww" from the studio audience.

"Fear not however", he continued, "As we have been commissioned for a second series which will be coming out at an undisclosed time in the future." A large cheer went up from the audience at this point, the show's writers and producer perhaps rather arrogantly including a 'Wait for applause' instruction on the autocue.

"However, there are some important series 1 matters to deal with first," the judge proclaimed. "You see, we have given all the fun to our studio audience throughout the series, and we thought it was time we gave back to our loyal at home viewers. As a result, we have allowed them to vote on which of our prisoners you can see caged next to me here suffered a miscarriage of justice and deserve to get some revenge, as well as which of our prisoners were not dealt with harshly enough, and deserve to face the 'Ultimate Justice' which as you will soon find out is something you will desperately want to avoid. But just who are our prisoners? Well, lets here what they have to say about themselves. Run the VT!"

A pre-recorded video began to run, beginning with the words 'Episode 1' being shown on screen, before cutting to a blonde girl wearing the prisoner's uniform, her arms cuffed through the bars of the cage.

"Hi, my name is Olivia and I was punished for ruining my sister's white clothes with a red sock on the wash."

The camera then cut to show 'Episode 2' on the screen, a girl with brown hair with blonde highlights shown in the same manner as Olivia before her, wearing the prisoner's uniform and caged and cuffed.

"Hi, my name is Sam and I was punished for tricking my vegan sister into eating meat."

This same pattern continued through episodes 3 to 8.

"Hi, my name is Alice and I was punished for wasting court time by bringing a spurious claim against my mum for ruining my birthday party."

"Hi, my name is Vicky and I was punished for not looking after my friend's dog properly."

"Hi, my name is Haley and I was punished for wasting court time by bringing a spurious claim against one of my clients who wouldn't respond to my calls."

"Hi, my name is Melodie and I was punished for kissing my boss's ex-boyfriend whilst drunk."

"Hi, my name is Niamh and I was punished for pulling too many pranks and breaking up my football team captain's relationship."

"Hi, my name is Katie and I was punished for wasting court time by bringing a spurious claim against my friend for not pulling her weight on our Youtube channel."

The VT stopped running and the camera cut back to the studio, where boos rang out from the studio audience in the direction of the prisoners. The camera then moved to the judge who began to speak;

"So there you see our prisoners who are currently doing time, but what of the people on my left, the victors so to speak. Well please welcome Sophie, Laura, Kelly, Naomi, Rebecca, Yasmin, Molly and Lily!"

The camera cut to the two benches, with cheers coming from the audience as the 8 ladies waved. The judge then began to speak again;

"So now that we have met everyone, lets explain how this is going to work. As mentioned, our viewers at home have been voting for which prisoners deserve revenge and which deserve some additional punishment. But what does this entail? Well, for the prisoner getting revenge, they will get to watch the victor from their show experience exactly what they went through, so one of you ladies on the benches over there better prepare yourself for a very messy experience very soon."

All the ladies on the bench looked around nervously, albeit some more nervously than others given the closeness or lack thereof in the voting for their respective episodes. The judge then continued;

"It is all well and good atoning for miscarriages of justice, but what about those category A prisoners, who really need to be taught a lesson. Well, this will be the harshest of lessons. You see you may recognise this studio as the studio of another show on our network, namely 'Get Your Own Back: Unleashed'. For those of you unaware, Get Your Own Back was a hit show in the 90s and early 2000s, which resulted in an adult being thrown into a large pool of gunge. However, this is a very out there and experimental network, and therefore when they decided to bring it back they wanted to make a couple of changes. You see, not only will our prisoner be dunked into a quite rancid smelling pool of gunge, but they will do so in nothing but their underwear! Oh, and did I mention said underwear will first be filled with the mess from their respective show, and 50% of the pool will be filled with mess from the show too. Lets just say that for our unlucky prisoner, justice will be well and truly served!"

The prisoners looked shocked at this revelation. All of them had been somewhat humiliated by the show previously, being made to wear a ridiculous outfit and getting covered in mess, but this was another level entirely, and something they knew would be hard to ever live down should they be on the receiving end. The judge then continued his monologue, addressing it to the prisoners;

"So, now that everyone is clear what is at stake this evening, I think its time we made a start. What is now going to happen, is that some of you will have your handcuffs electronically released and the door to your cage opened. If this happens, you will be free to go and will not be getting your revenge, nor will you be facing any additional punishment. If that is the case, both you and your respective show's victor are safe from any mess this evening and can watch the rest of the show in peace. So without further ado, please release the non-participating prisoners."

A few clicks were heard and the doors to three of the cages swung open. Out of them walked Sam, Hayley and Katie, their respective victors Laura, Rebecca and Lily relieved to find out that they would not be on the receiving end of any punishment this evening. The remaining five victors suddenly looked a little more twitchy, knowing that their chances of getting messy had just increased by almost half.

"Well there you have it," the judge began. "Sam, Hayley and Katie are safe from any further punishment, and Laura, Rebecca and Lily are safe from any retribution. I must say, it was a slightly surprising result that Hayley was not voted to receive additional punishment given she had the largest margin of victory out of all the regular episodes, and clearly tricking her vegan sister into eating meat wasn't enough to warrant additional punishment for Sam. But the jury's verdict is final, so I hope the six of you enjoy the rest of the show."

As the judge finished speaking, the six ladies made their way off stage, the prisoners likely to get changed back into regular clothing. The judge then turned to address the remaining prisoners, all now either excited or incredibly nervous, not knowing whether they were in line to get revenge or get a brutal punishment;
"Remaining prisoners, you are all still required for the remainder of the show. Please could the prisoners be released from their cages and strapped into the booths."

Two 'police officers' began getting each of the remaining prisoners out of their cages and into the booths. One by one the prisoners were sat on the chair, their ankles attached to the manacles on the floor, the strap going round their bare midriffs and their left hands being secured to the arm of the chair. Once all the prisoners were in position, the judge began to address them again;

"Prisoners Olivia, Alice, Vicky, Melodie and Niamh. All of you will either be in with a chance of getting revenge for your punishment in your show, or you will be facing a series of games to try to avoid losing all dignity and cleanliness. In a few seconds' time, your booths will move either forwards or backwards. If your booth moves forwards, you are in with a chance of revenge. Should it move backwards however, you will be in with a chance of being stripped and slopped. If I could also please ask our five victors to come up here please, as some of you may soon be in with a chance of experiencing just what you so reveled in witnessing your prisoner experience."

Sophie, Kelly, Naomi, Yasmin and Molly all made a slow walk to stand next to the judge, all desperately hoping to watch their respective prisoners' booth travel backwards. The judge then gave the order;

"Please move the booths," he said poetically.

There was a short gap to build tension, before eventually three booths began moving forwards and two began heading back. The prisoners in the two booths heading backwards had similar emotions, albeit one, a red head, was having what she really already knew confirmed whilst the other mousy brown-haired prisoner was in a state of shock.

"Wow!," the judge exclaimed. "Our two youngest contestants on the show, 18 year old Alice and 20 year old Niamh are going to be going head to head in a series of challenges to determine who will be receiving the ultimate justice."

The two booths carried on heading backwards into a backstage area, both young women shocked and fearing what could soon be coming their way. On stage however, the prisoners in the booth looked much happier, with Vicky, Olivia and Melodie now knowing that they could be in with a chance of getting revenge on Naomi, Sophie and Yasmin respectively. Naomi, Sophie and Yasmin were all too aware of this fact. Yasmin was supremely confident she would not be on the receiving end of the revenge, so to see Melodie's booth moving resulted in wide-eyed astonishment from the olive skinned 27 year old. Similarly in a state of shock was Sophie. Having gloated about avoiding the mess in episode 1 almost every day to her sister since the show was filmed, and constantly showing people the video she filmed from within the studio to embarrass her sister further, she couldn't believe that she was now potentially facing the same horrendous punishment her twin endured. Naomi had a slightly different reaction, almost tongue in cheek seeing her friend's booth move forward, a wry smile knowing how she too had teased Vicky, albeit in a slightly more playful fashion than Sophie had done to Olivia. The camera then cut to the judge who once again began to speak;

"So there we have it, in with a chance of getting revenge are Olivia, Melodie and Vicky. Now, an interesting issue arose during voting, as the original plan was that only one person would be on the receiving end of the revenge punishment, and that this would be decided by the voting alone. However, it transpired that two of our prisoners got the same number of votes to get their revenge. As such, and not wanting to disappoint, two prisoners will be getting their revenge this evening!"

This revelation crushed the spirit of Yasmin, Sophie and Naomi even further, now knowing that they only had a 1 in 3 chance of staying clean.

"We thought long and hard about how to reveal who will be getting revenge, and this is how we came up with the booth strategy," the judge began to explain. "You see, above each of these booths is a hidden compartment. On my count, all three of our prisoners will pull the chain to their booth, where one of two things will happen. Either, they get covered in confetti and will be getting revenge on their victor, or they will be covered in the mess from their show as they came in second place for the voting for revenge, and on this show second place equals punishment! This means that if Olivia is not getting revenge she will receive a shower of baked beans, tomato ketchup, spaghetti and tinned tomatoes, if Vicky is not she will receive ketchup, mustard, melted cheese, vegetarian chilli and greasy onions, whereas if Melodie is not she will receive olive oil, peach puree, mayonnaise, tinned tomatoes and wet coffee grounds."

The prisoners in the booth were suddenly a lot less confident. All of them had been in relatively tight shows, in particular Vicky who had only lost by one point, which gave her confidence that she would be getting the revenge she so craved on Naomi. Also desperate for revenge was Olivia, who had been on the end of her sister's taunting for too long so was desperate to knock her down a peg or two. Melodie was slightly less desperate, as she acknowledged that she probably did deserve her original punishment for what she did, however would certainly not say no to seeing her stoic boss and friend experience what she had to go through. The judge then made the announcement all six ladies were waiting on and dreading in equal measure;

"Prisoners, on the count of three, pull your chains. One, Two, THREE!!!"

Olivia, Vicky and Melodie all yanked down on their chains. Yasmin stood watching with her hands over her mouth in a praying fashion. Sophie had her hands on her head desperate to not see Olivia covered in confetti, whilst Naomi stood almost smiling, embracing the showmanship more than the other two victors. In the booths, all three ladies were waiting for the downpour. Of course, it only came for one of them, the other two having to wait a little longer to be covered in the confetti.

The smile that was previously on Naomi's face only widened when she looked at Vicky's booth. No sooner had the attractive 27 year old brunette pulled her chain, than she was being doused with a mixture she was all too familiar with. Rather than each item being released one by one, as was the case in her punishment, Vicky's deluge today was a nasty mixture of ketchup, mustard, melted cheese, vegetarian chilli and greasy onions, all dropping at once. Completely unable to avoid the shower due to her restraints, with only her right arm available for protection and completely inadequate given the volume of liquid falling, all Vicky could do was sit back and take the muck flowing over her head. The ketchup, mustard and cheese caused her previously wavy hair to straighten, lank and saturated with the mess. The mess also ran down inside her top and shorts, the feeling and texture of the onions and chilli slathering against her underwear was one with which she was well acquainted, and one which she would rather have not experienced again. The onions and chilli also stuck in her hair and ran down her face, completing her second humiliation, made all the worse by Naomi standing clean and dry outside of the booth, laughing at her friend's misfortune.

"Ooooh unlucky Vicky," the judge teased. "You had the closest show result of any in this series, however that just wasn't quite enough for you to get your revenge on Naomi. I hope you are doing OK in there as I have some other business to attend to."

Vicky gave the judge a sarcastic thumbs up with her free hand, pulling onion out of her bra as she did. She was still able to smile however, but realised that perhaps she would just have to find another way to get revenge on Naomi.

Whilst all of this was happening, there were some contrasting emotions from the other ladies on stage. Whilst Olivia and Melodie were cheering with delight as the confetti fell, Sophie and Yasmin had very opposing opinions. Yasmin simply sunk her head into her hands, whilst the more dramatic Sophie let out a high pitched "NNNNOOOOO!" when she saw the confetti fall on her twin's head. Neither had too much time to take stock however, as they quickly had their hands cuffed behind them and began to be addressed by the judge;

"Yasmin and Sophie. It has been found that you were both the beneficiaries of a miscarriage of justice, which saw Olivia and Melodie wrongly punished. As a result, you shall both experience what they experienced. Sophie, you will be taking a ride in the Sploshing Machine, and Yasmin you shall be taking a ride in the Muck-Tail Maker. Please take the prisoners down into custody and prepare them for punishment."

Both Yasmin and Sophie were lead away, both with their heads bowed knowing that they were about to experience something quite awful.

"Don't worry Soph, you look great in shorts," came a cry from Olivia, now freed from her booth, echoing her sister's mocking in the first episode. The camera then cut to the judge who began to speak;

"So there you have it, both Olivia and Melodie will be getting their revenge on Sophie and Yasmin, whilst Alice and Niamh will be competing to avoid a drop in some disgusting slop, whilst wearing nothing but slop filled underwear. Join us after the break, when the revenge will be a dish served very cold!"

The ad-break ended and the camera cut to the judge, dressed as before in his long black robe and white wig, waiting to address the audience at home and in the studio;

"Welcome back to the season one finale of 'Justice!', he spoke. "Before the break we revealed the results of the voting to decide which of our prisoners would be facing a very nasty additional punishment, and which would be getting a chance at revenge. Well, our two youngsters Alice and Niamh had the most votes to receive the additional punishment, and we will be seeing a lot more of them later. However for now we will deal with those getting revenge, which as I'm sure you will all remember were our prisoners Melodie and Olivia who have joined me now having been granted their freedom."

The camera cut to show the two women, both blondes albeit only the 22 year old Olivia a natural blonde, the 25 year old Melodie's darker roots shining through her dyed blonde hair, both now changed out of their prisoner uniforms and into normal clothing. The judge then turned to speak to them;

"So ladies congratulations, you have been voted as most deserving of revenge, and very soon Sophie and Yasmin will be experiencing what you went through in your original shows. Care to tell us how you are feeling?"

The judge thrust his microphone first under the nose of Olivia, who excitedly gave her opinion;

"I'm absolutely thrilled judge, I've had weeks and months of being mocked and teased by Sophie, showing her video to all our friends and being mocked online in my role as an influencer. It will be wonderful to watch her suffer like I did!"

"Well certainly no lack of enthusiasm there", the judge mused. "And Melodie, how about you?", the judge continued, moving the microphone to the 25 year old;

"Oh excellent judge. Whilst I can understand why people voted for me to receive the punishment in the original show, I'm glad that people didn't just disregard Yasmin's faults as a boss and have chosen me to get my revenge. Plus, and extremely importantly, it will be hilarious!". Melodie finished her monologue with a wide grin on her face, relishing her current position. The camera then cut back to the judge;

"So there you have it, two very excited ladies", the judge began. "And they have good reason to be excited, because our new prisoners are ready so please bring them in!"

To the side of the stage two cages were rolled onto the studio floor. In the left hand cage stood Sophie, hands cuffed through the bars of the cage, long, wavy blonde hair hanging loose down her back. She wore the traditional uniform, the short, grey t-shirt stopping midway down her toned navel and the very short shorts showing off her smooth, slender legs and bare feet. In the right hand cage stood Yasmin, dressed exactly the same as Sophie, but her statuesque figure made the short, tight uniform look ridiculous, the tall girl's legs almost completely on display and the t-shirt barely covering half her midriff. Like Olivia, she was barefoot with her hands cuffed through the bars of the cage, her long straight hair falling down to the small of her back.

"Prisoners Olivia and Yasmin", the judge began, addressing the two caged women. "Our jury has found that you were the beneficiaries of miscarriages of justice in your original shows. We believe it is therefore only right that we rectify our errors, hence why you are in the position you are in now."

"Shouldn't it be you in here then if it was your error?" Yasmin interrupted sarcastically.

The judge scowled at her. "Such disrespect in my courtroom will not be taken lightly. Melodie, as you incurred the punishment from the previous miscarriage of justice, how do you think this disrespect should be dealt with?"

"Well judge", Melodie began, pondering how cruel she wanted to be. "I've always believed that cocktails should be served on ice, yet noticed in my punishment that there was no ice involved. Could some crushed ice be added to the mixtures?"

"I don't see why not", replied the judge.

Yasmin gave a glare to her friend and colleague, before the judge addressed her again;

"I trust that is the last we will be hearing from you miss, otherwise next time you may find yourself competing in the additional punishment show. Now, if there are no further interruptions, please bring in the 'Sploshing Machine' and the 'Muck-tail Maker'."

The large devices were wheeled on stage, both looking as imposing as they had done on their first showing. The reactions of the two prisoners were in stark contrast to each other as the devices entered the fray. Sophie began looking increasingly flustered, the nerves beginning to get to her as her moment of reckoning drew closer. Yasmin on the other hand had taken the judge's words to heed, breathing in a composed fashion in an attempt to hide any fear.

"I'm sure you all remember just how these devices work", said the judge. "However, if you don't, here is a little VT of them in action."

A VT played on screen showing the two devices in action in their original shows, Olivia's saucy trip on the 'Sploshing Machine' and Melodie's high-powered spin in the 'Muck-tail Maker'. Eventually the VTs stopped, freezing on what both girls looked like following their punishments, causing Olivia to blush and Melodie to shake her head. The judge then began to speak again;

"An experience I am sure neither Olivia nor Melodie will forget. And now, nor will Sophie and Yasmin. Please take the prisoners and get them into position."

'Police officers' unlocked the cages and cuffs of the two prisoners, and began marching them towards their respective devices. Sophie was clearly the more panicked of the two, looking round in desperation as she was led towards the 'Sploshing Machine', muttering to herself as she was laid down on the mesh board, with her wrists and ankles attached to the four corners. In the 'Muck-tail Maker', Yasmin was looking extremely composed as she was being attached to the central pole, her hands being tied behind her back around the pole and her feet resting on the pole's protrusion, inches above the ominous fan at the bottom. Yasmin's eyes were closed and she was slowly breathing, either an extremely composed woman or someone trying to hide their fear. The camera then cut back to the judge;

"Sophie and Yasmin. You were both victorious in your original shows, however our respected at-home juries have determined that your crimes in fact did deserve punishment. You will experience what you had previously been so delighted to avoid, in a hope that it will teach you humility and that pride always comes before a fall. Commence punishment!!"

The judge slammed the gavel down as he finished his speak, and almost instantaneously both devices began whirring into life. In the 'Sploshing Machine', the squeals of Sophie reverberating as she was tossed this way and that, like an astronaut in training on the board. In contrast, no noise was yet to reverberate from the 'Muck-tail Maker', despite Yasmin being spun around on the pole, albeit not going upside down like Sophie.

The silence from Yasmin was soon a thing of the past however, as a few seconds after her ride from hell began, the first slop fell from the ceiling. Visceral squeals could be heard from the no longer composed Yasmin, as down from above fell the olive oil, alongside the crushed ice as a result of her earlier outburst. The oil soaked the 27 year old, the thin material of the prisoner's uniform offering zero defence against either the wetness of the oil or the coldness of the ice. As this fell, the large fan beneath her feet kicked into action, flinging the oil back up into the air to give Yasmin a second coating. At the same time, the second compartment opened above her head, dropping peach puree and more crushed ice down onto the tall woman. Whilst the peach puree wasn't entirely unpleasant, the ice which was invading her clothing was, causing her squeals to grow louder and her breasts to harden from the cold. In her frozen misery, she knew that much worse was still to come however.

Over in the 'Sploshing Machine', things were going no better for Sophie. Whilst Yasmin had begun silent and began screaming after the mess started to pour, Sophie had been screaming throughout. She quickly realised she would have to stop screaming however, as her first compartment opened dropping a plethora of baked beans directly on her face. The beans slathered down her face, invading her top and slithering into her bra and down her bare stomach. She wanted nothing more than to be able to wipe her now bright orange and bean covered face, but her hands were tightly fastened so all she could do was lie back and pray for it to be over quickly. At this point however, like the 'Muck-tail Maker' the 'Sploshing Machine' had its own feature designed to throw the mess around. And throw it did, beans flying everywhere and Sophie with no way to avoid their endless assault.

In the 'Muck-tail Maker', Yasmin was preparing herself for her next dousing. Sure enough, it came in the form of tinned tomatoes, once again rather cruelly mixed with more crushed ice. At the same time, Sophie was experiencing the exact same as her unfortunate counterpart, albeit her dousing of tomatoes came without the ice. Instead, hers came whilst she was upside down, the tomatoes invading through the bottom of her shorts and into her underwear, soaking them too and invading inside, increasing the blonde's already extremely uncomfortable position. Yas fared no better, as whilst her tomatoes did not enter her shorts directly, the effects of the fan beneath her feet saw to it that her tomatoes also made their way up inside her shorts, the added ice providing an almost unbearable sensation for the formerly stoic bar manager.

The hellish rides of the two prisoners continued unabated, both becoming desperate to see an end to their torture. Whilst the end was on the horizon, there was yet still more torture to come. For Sophie, this came in the form of a simultaneous drop of ketchup and spaghetti, hitting her face and midriff respectively. The strong aroma of the ketchup which had invaded Sophie's nostrils was not a pleasant one for the 22 year old, nor was the feeling of the spaghetti slathering inside her underwear, joining the already unwelcome tomatoes and beans. All of this was of course going on whilst she was still being spun in every direction on the board, taking hit after hit of beans, spaghetti, tomatoes and ketchup as the muck was being flung around the device with her.

In the 'Muck-tail Maker', Yasmin was experiencing her fourth deposit, copious amounts of mayonnaise and ice falling onto her head, running down her face and body, giving her formerly olive toned skin a far more ghost like complexion. As her ingredients were being fanned back up at her, receiving second, third and fourth helpings of mayo, tomatoes, peach puree and olive oil, her mind couldn't help but be drawn to what she knew was coming next, even throughout all her screaming. She recalled Melodie detailing just how difficult the next ingredient was to clean off, and how she was finding it in every crevice for days after. Yasmin did not have to think about it for long though, as soon enough the dreaded compartment opened for the final time, dropping the wet coffee grounds down onto the still squealing 27 year old. As they fell, she realised Melodie was not lying about them. They were disgusting, grainy and bitty, and were now assaulting not just her hair, which was a completely sodden and tangled mess, but also inside of her clothing, invading every part of her skin and making her itchy and incredibly uncomfortable.

After a few more seconds of both devices whirring round, flinging the mess at the two unfortunate prisoners, they both began to come to a stop. In the 'Sploshing Machine', a revolted looking Sophie was hanging at a 45 degree angle to the floor, her formerly wavy blonde hair now straight and lank, covered with red sauce. Beans, ketchup, tomatoes and spaghetti continued to slide down not just her hair but also her body. She was in incredible discomfort, not just because she was soaking and stinking, but also because she knew that everyone in her job in the city would have seen this, and she wondered if she would ever be taken seriously again.

In the 'Muck-tail Maker', Yasmin had also stopped spinning, and had fared no better than the prisoner 5 years her junior. Soaked through and hating the feeling of the coffee grounds inside her bra, pants and just on her skin. She was also breathing quite heavily, the crushed ice showers she had been taking really causing her to lose her breath. Eventually, the judge led over Olivia and Melodie and began to speak;

"What a superb spectacle. Its enough watching just one of our devices working at a time, but to see two in action is something special. But what do these two ladies think? Olivia, Melodie, do you think justice has been done?"

In unison, the two girls responded "Absolutely!", something which they had clearly rehearsed having become good friends over the course of the show, the influencer and the cocktail maker proving to be a match made in heaven.

"And what of these two ladies?", the judge enquired. "Sophie, do you feel as though justice has been done?"

The dripping blonde could only manage a meek response of "No, this is vile".

"And yet you enjoyed it so much when it was Olivia taking the ride", the judge retorted, much to Olivia's agreement. "And what about you Yasmin, has justice been done?" the judge continued.

"Absolutely not, it was done in the last show. Now please let me out so I can have a shower", Yasmin replied defiantly. The judge, however, began smirking at this comment, putting Yasmin at unease;

"Its funny you should say that Yasmin, as you seem to be forgetting that your punishment today was to experience exactly what Melodie did. Now, if I recall correctly, Melodie didn't get to shower straight away did she? She had to serve drinks until the end of her shift whilst still covered in slop, and as luck would have it one of our studio bar tenders has just been taken ill, so we've got a spare slot. An easy job I'm sure for someone of your experience. Officers, please take Yasmin to the bar where she will be serving for the next hour."

Yasmin groaned at this revelation. She had remembered what Melodie had to do, but had secretly been hoping everyone else had forgotten and that she wouldn't have to go through it too. She was ushered out of the 'Muck-tail Maker' and into a pair of flip flops, then marched out of the main studio and into the bar, ready to begin her extremely uncomfortable shift. The camera then cut back to the judge;

"Looks like Yasmin is in position, so using the magic of TV, lets go into the future to see how she got on."

A VT was shown to those at home of Yasmin serving drinks at the bar, still dripping with mess and freezing cold, every step she was taking made demonstrably uncomfortable by the coffee grounds in her underwear. As her shift continued, the slop was beginning to dry and cause her to become even more uncomfortable and itchy, a feeling she didn't think was possible. In the background of the VT, some eagle eyed viewers even thought they saw one of Niamh or Alice leaving the studio with their hair wet and a bag of wet clothes. This caused much debate on some online forums, with people pausing, rewinding and zooming in, desperate to work out who it was in the picture, conspiracy theorists even saying it was neither of them and that there were more twists coming, Ultimately, they would just have to wait to discover which of Alice and Niamh would be taking a drop in some really revolting slop. The camera then cut back to the judge for a final time, to close off this part of the finale;

"So there you have it ladies and gentlemen, the revenge has been served, and I think we can safely say it was enjoyed greatly by both Olivia and Melodie. Join us after the break though, as we begin our journey to discover which of selfish 18 year old Alice and relationship destroying prankster 20 year old Niamh will be suffering the ultimate in punishment and humiliation, when they compete to avoid what critics are describing as the worst thing which can legally happen to you on TV. See you then!"

The camera cut one more time to show a backstage shot of two young women in larger than traditional cages. The reason for this is that rather than their hands being cuffed through the bars, they were effectively spread eagle, their wrists manacled above their heads on either side of a bar, and their ankles manacled to the floor, making them stand in a star shape. The camera panned to show the fearful faces of both Niamh and Alice, ready to make their entrance in their prisoner's uniforms, before the camera faded to black and the adverts began to role.

The end of the ad-break was marked by the familiar sight of an animated gavel coming down, with the word 'Justice!' emblazoned on the screen. The camera then cut to the judge, dressed in his equally familiar attire of a large black robe and white wig combination.

"Welcome back to the season finale of 'Justice!'" the judge began, addressing the camera. "Before what seemed like an extremely long ad-break, we witnessed Olivia and Melodie gaining revenge on Sophie and Yasmin respectively, Sophie going for a spin on the 'Sploshing Machine' and Yasmin taking a ride on the 'Mucktail maker'. Let's have a quick look at the aftermath:"

The screen showed a dishevelled looking Sophie being led out of the 'Sploshing Machine', beans, tomatoes, spaghetti and ketchup dripping from her as she made a solemn trudge back to the cage, before being wheeled backstage for a much-needed shower. This was followed by the screen showing Yasmin finishing her shift at the studio bar, before she too was led into a waiting cage, the walk made extremely uncomfortable by the coffee grounds sticking to her skin and invading every orifice, as well as the now slowly drying mayo, tomatoes, oil and peach puree which she had also been doused with.

"As you can see, we really got them good." The judge remarked, the camera cutting back to the present. "However, things are about to get a little more intense, as we have two category A prisoners waiting backstage. These prisoners were voted to have committed the most heinous of crimes, and they will now be competing for their freedom. Let me reassure you that they will have a torrid time in competing for their freedom, and of course only one can achieve it. The other will receive our most brutal punishment of the series, in an attempt to rehabilitate them before they can be released to the outside world. But who are these heinous criminals I hear you ask? Well, let's bring them in"

Smoke billowed out from the side of the studio, as two larger than normal cages were wheeled out. The reason they were larger than usual, is that unlike the other occasions where the prisoners had been wheeled out, where they simply had their hands cuffed through the bars, these cages had an additional feature. A bar at the top of the cage had two wrist manacles, and at the bottom of the cage were ankle manacles, meaning that the occupants were left in a starfish shape, with both their wrists and ankles shackled. The occupants of course, were Alice and Niamh, both dressed in the traditional prisoner's uniform of incredibly short grey shorts and a t-shirt which reached halfway down their stomachs, exposing their midriffs and belly buttons. In the right-hand cage was the 20 year old Niamh, her hair somewhere between strawberry blonde and ginger hanging straight to the middle of her back. Usually a fun-loving prankster, she showed very little emotion as she was wheeled out. In the left-hand cage was 18 year old Alice. Her mousy brown hair was just past shoulder length and in contrast to Niamh, the nervousness was clear to see on her face.

The cages stopped with the two prisoners facing the audience, either side of the judge who began to speak;

"Here they are, our two category A prisoners. As you can see, to alleviate any risk of escape, we have had to improve our cages and increase the restraint levels." The judge finished the first part of his address to camera by pointing to the two restrained young women, only able to move their heads from inside their respective cages. The judge then continued;

"I'm sure you are all wondering how the rest of the show is going to work. Well, we are all going to have the pleasure of watching our two prisoners compete for their freedom. They will do this by taking part in three games, 'The Frozen Felon', 'The Prisoner's Plunge' and 'The Stink Clink', to earn as many points as they can to earn their freedom. These games will not be easy however, as they are designed to prepare our prisoners for their potential punishment, the three main elements of the punishment being cold, messy and smelly. There are of course the results from the vote to also take into account, where the difference in the percentage of the votes will be awarded as points to the prisoner with the lower percentage. Once all the points have been awarded, the prisoner with the highest number of points will be granted their freedom, whilst the other will face the ultimate in humiliation, degradation and disgust. That's because the punishment for today's loser is as follows. First, the will be relieved of their prisoner's uniform, leaving them in nothing but their underwear. Next, for maximum discomfort, their underpants will be filled, front and back, with both of the messes they received in their respective shows. This means that from Alice's show they will receive a mix of ketchup, barbecue sauce, garlic mayo, cheese sauce and the 'chip shop special' of beans, mushy peas, gravy and curry sauce, and from Niamh's show they will receive gravy, mushroom soup, beans, mushy peas, ketchup and brown sauce, so double helpings of some items. Following this, they will make what I can only imagine will be an extremely uncomfortable walk to the 'Gunk Dunk', which has been filled 50% with the mess from your shows, and 50% with freezing cold, thick and rancid smelling gunge. Our losing prisoner will then take their seat above this pool of misery, before being cranked up and finally unceremoniously deposited into the pool, where hopefully they can have a long hard think about their crimes and begin the rehabilitation process, after getting over the raft of other emotions I am sure they will be feeling in that moment."

The judge finally finished speaking, and perhaps to be expected, the faces of Alice and Niamh were not expressing delight at their situation. Alice's nervous expression from earlier had now skipped over the line into straight fear, whilst Niamh was shaking her head and biting her lip in disbelief as the judge read through the punishment. In truth, neither could quite believe they were in this situation. Both had signed contracts before their original shows so knew there was a possibility of them being part of this show, but neither had expected to end up in this position. Alice had fully expected to win her show against her health freak mother, so the fact she lost her first show at all was incomprehensible to her, let alone that she would then be voted as one of the most deserving of an additional punishment. Niamh on the other hand knew from the beginning that she would likely lose her first show, however had expected the other reasons for people losing to be worse than hers and that she would be safe from this show. When she turned up to the studio however, and discovered people had lost for putting a red sock in a white was and feeding a dog dog food, she had a sinking feeling that her breaking up her friend's relationship, albeit accidentally, would not have gone down too well. The two young women had somewhat bonded backstage as they were being prepped for the show, even if the quiet and introverted Alice and the extroverted Niamh didn't seem like the perfect match. Now however, they were sworn enemies, knowing that the other was their obstacle to leaving the show with at least some dignity intact. These thoughts were interrupted by the judge however, who began to introduce the first game;

"So, now that everyone knows what is at stake, lets begin with the first game, the 'Frozen Felon'!"

The camera cut to show the judge standing in front of four dunk tanks, each with a target protruding from the side. Sat atop the first dunk tank was Niamh, still wearing her prisoner's uniform. Standing around 10 metres away with a basket of balls to her side was Alice, also still dressed in her prisoner's uniform. The judge then addressed the camera;

"Welcome to our first game, the 'Frozen Felon'. This game is designed to prepare our prisoner for the freezing temperatures of the gunge one of them will be taking a trip into. The way this game works is that Alice here will throw the balls at the targets on the side of the dunk tanks. When she hits a target, Niamh here will be dropped into the contents of the dunk tank below, which get progressively more unpleasant as we go along. The first dunk tank contains warm water, the second contains cold water, the third contains ice water and the final tank contains semi-melted ice cream. The amount of time it takes for Alice to dunk Niamh into each of the four tanks is the amount of points which will be awarded to Niamh, thus the faster you throw the fewer points your opponent will gain. The timer will of course be paused whilst Niamh moves from tank to tank. After this, our two prisoners will swap places and Niamh will be attempting to dunk Alice. Hopefully that is clear, because I'm not explaining again, and Alice your time begins in 3, 2, 1, GO!"

As soon as the judge said the word 'go', Alice threw her first ball at the target. Never the most sporty of people, the ball dropped well short of her intended target, drawing a smirk from Niamh. Another couple of attempts and albeit closer, another couple of misses from Alice meant Niamh was feeling a lot more relaxed in her seat. This was until Alice's fourth attempt, where she finally managed to figure out the power she needed and sent Niamh down into the water below. The 20 year old submerged into the warm water, a quite pleasurable feeling, and she was reluctant to get out as she knew things were going to go downhill from here. She rose out from the pool, her hair now slicked back and her uniform now tight against her athletic body. She placed herself upon the second pool of cold water, and no sooner had she done so than the timer began again, currently sitting at 32 seconds. Clearly Alice's success on the previous throw had given her confidence, as just 5 seconds later Niamh was dropped again, this time into the cold water, a far less pleasurable experience. She very quickly jumped out of the water this time shivering a little as she did but knowing that this was not as cold as she was going to get. Once Niamh had found her place on the third dunk tank, Alice once again began throwing the balls at the target. This round however, was much more of a struggle for the 18 year old. Her confidence diminishing with each failed attempt, whilst Niamh grew happier that she could put off plunging into the ice water for a little longer. Eventually, after 12 failed attempts, unlucky for Niamh number 13 was the ball that hit the target, sending Niamh into the freezing water. No sooner had she gone under than she was up again, jumping around as ice invaded her uniform, every part of her feeling the horrendous cold of the water. She dripped ice cold water as she made her way to the final tank, her bare legs and feet dangling just above the melted ice cream below. Alice's nightmare in the previous tank had taken her time to 85 seconds, so she knew she had to get Niamh into the ice cream as soon as possible to help her chances. Luckily for Alice, she was able to see this tank off with relative ease, hitting the target with just three throws. Niamh held her nose as she dropped down into the ice cream, fully submerging underneath the cold dairy product. As she rose up, she scraped the ice cream from her eyes and slicked her now white and red hair back, looking like a raspberry ripple ice cream. She was kept in the tank this time and she could feel the ice cream seeping through her clothes and freezing her skin. The judge then cam across to the tank to reveal Alice's time;

"Congratulations Alice, a bit of a struggle on the third tank but overall you took 102 seconds, which will be Niamh's score for this round. Speaking of Niamh, it is now her turn to throw and for Alice to face the tanks."

The camera cut to show the two prisoners having swapped positions, a now clean and showered Niamh ready to throw and Alice perched above the first dunk tank of warm water. The judge was standing next to Niamh, and began the game by saying;

"Niamh it is now your turn, 3,2,1, GO!"

Niamh took a very different approach to Alice. Whereas Alice had been very methodical, lining up her shots and taking her time in the name of accuracy, Niamh took more of a scattergun approach, throwing as many balls as she could in the shortest time possible. Despite being the less sporty of the two young women, it appeared that Alice's tactics were more successful, as 30 seconds passed and Niamh had still not hit her first target. 30 seconds became 40, and 40 soon became 50, before finally an increasingly frustrated Niamh managed to hit the first target. This caused Alice's seat to drop, eliciting a small squeak from the 18 year old before she submerged underneath the warm water. As she hauled herself out, it was noticeable how much darker her formerly mousy brown hair was when wet, which she rung out as she made her way to the cold water tank. Following her disastrous performance at the first tank, Niamh decided to change her tactic for the second, employing Alice's more methodical method. It paid off somewhat, as although she still took around 30 seconds to dunk Alice for the second time, it was much quicker than her first attempt. Alice dropped into the cold water, and she made a rapid exit, her shorts now riding up so much that they may as well not have been there. Following the pattern of the last two dunk tanks, Niamh once again was even quicker, this time only taking 15 seconds to send Alice into the ice water. Alice screamed a little in shock as she desperately leapt out of the water, her breathing having become noticeably heavier. The soaked girl finally took her place above the ice cream, hoping that Niamh would take a little longer this time to send her into the final tank. Niamh would oblige, but literally only a little longer, taking 17 seconds to hit the target. Alice dropped into the ice cream, and like Niamh before her desperately scraped at her face to remove the excess before slicking back her now white and thick hair. She stayed in the tank shivering as the judge came into shot;

"Well Niamh, a very poor start but you picked it up towards the end. You didn't pick it up enough to beat Alice's time however, as you took a total of 119 seconds, meaning Alice has a 17 point lead after round 1." This was music to the 18 year old's ears, smiling a little despite her current position.

"Fear not however, as there are still plenty of points to play for. Join us after the break when we will be playing our second game, 'The Prisoners Plunge'!"

"Hello and welcome back to the series finale of 'Justice!'" The ad-break had finished in what seemed like a much more rapid fashion than the previous ad-break, and the judge addressed the camera, still in his regular attire of white wig and long black robe. Behind the judge was a large table which contained two troughs. Behind each of the troughs were Alice and Niamh, both in fresh prisoner's uniforms, having been cleaned and warmed up following their dunkings into the water and ice cream in the previous round. Both of them were knelt in front of a trough and had their hands cuffed behind their backs, with the cuffs also wrapped around a pole to further restrict their movement.

"As you can see", said the judge, continuing his opening gambit, "We have our two category A prisoners here, Niamh and Alice, who are competing not just for their freedom, but also to avoid being the prisoner who will face the ultimate punishment of being stripped and slopped at the end of the show. In the previous round, Alice came out victorious and holds a 17 point lead over Niamh. That can all change very quickly however, with two rounds still to play and the result of the vote yet to be announced. Behind me you can see the set up for our second game, 'The Prisoner's Plunge', which has been designed to help them with the second part of their potential punishment, the mess. Our two prisoners will have to plunge into the troughs in front of them to retrieve our 'Keys to Freedom.'" As the judge said this, he held up a golden key which was around the size of his palm.

"However, as you can see, they will not have the use of their arms and will instead be retrieving the keys with their mouths. They will also have to contest with the other contents of the troughs, namely the mess they received in their respective shows. To recap, this means that Alice's trough will be filled with ketchup, barbecue sauce, garlic mayo, cheese sauce and the chip shop special of baked beans, mushy peas, gravy and curry sauce, whilst Niamh's will be filled with gravy, mushroom soup, baked beans, mushy peas, ketchup and brown sauce."

Both girls were looking extremely apprehensive, even before they were once again reminded of not just the overall stakes of the games but of what was included within their troughs. Alice couldn't help but feel that she had ended up with the worst of this deal, her trough containing 8 ingredients as opposed to Niamh's 6. That said, both were in internal agreement that even just one ingredient would be bad enough. The judge then added his concluding remarks before the start of the round;

"Once the prisoners have retrieved a key, they should drop it outside of the trough and it will be added to their score. Each key is worth 5 points and there are a total of 10 keys in each trough, so a maximum score of 50 points for this round. The prisoners will have 1 minute to retrieve as many keys as they can, and their time starts in 3,2,1, GO!"

Niamh and Alice were slightly taken aback by the lack of warning they were given, however both realised they had no time to waste, in particular Niamh given her current deficit. Being naturally the more brazen of the two prisoners even without the added incentive of her deficit, Niamh went straight into the trough, thrashing around and trying to find as many keys as she could to get herself into a potentially winning position. She tried not to think about the awful aroma and disgusting texture of the contents of the trough, a steely determination being what she thought would help her through this particular experience.

In contrast, the far more reserved and nervous Alice was far more hesitant. She had hated being covered in this stuff the first time and really didn't want to be covered in it again. A quick look to her right at Niamh already digging in the trough though spurred her into action, as despite how awful this would be it didn't come close to the horrors of the final punishment should she lose overall. In a similar vein to the first round, she took a far more measured approach than the more chaotic performance of Niamh to the side of her. She began her search for keys at one end of the trough, plunging her face and head into the mire, through a sea of baked beans, curry sauce and garlic mayo. She searched this area, moving her head up and down the width of the trough until she eventually struck something solid. She desperately did not want to open her mouth, however knew there was no other option, gripping the key with her teeth and emerging from the trough, the excess slop on her face dripping back down into the trough and eventually down the front of her uniform as she dropped the key into her lap.

Next to her, Niamh's scattergun approach had also paid dividends as she too had retrieved a key, ketchup, mushroom soup and mushy peas dripping from her hair and face and she exited the trough and let go of the key into her lap. She plunged herself straight back in, the awful texture and smell completely irrelevant to her at this stage as her nose was already clogged with mess and her face already covered in it. Alice had also gone back in for a second go, although with far less enthusiasm than her Scottish counterpart. This pattern continued up to the 50 second mark, both girls retrieving a key and in rapid fashion dipping their heads under to find more, desperate to avoid what would be coming the way of the overall loser. As the clock ticked down for the final 10 seconds however, both had one final push, Alice continuing her methodical method of working her way along the trough and Niamh just searching the whole trough, albeit with far more aggression and speed. As in the first round however, it was Alice's tactic which paid off, her slop covered face emerging with a key with just a couple of seconds left, before a klaxon went signalling the end of the round.

Despite the round having only lasted for 1 minute, both girls looked absolutely shattered. Any other emotions were rendered invisible by the coverings on their faces and now the majority of their upper bodies, the much slipping from their heads and invading the insides of their t-shirts. The judge came over, leaving both of them covered in mess and tied to the poles as he revealed the score for the round;

"What a close fought round, and wasn't it great to see both of our prisoners really getting stuck in. But hey, better on your face than in your underwear am I right girls? Of course soon one of you will be able to answer that from experience. But who will that be? Well in this round you scored 5 points for every key you retrieved from the trough. Niamh you manged to retrieve 4 keys meaning you scored 20 points for this round, however once again Alice has pipped you, a last second attempt gaining her a 5th key and 25 points for this round."

From underneath her gunk covered face a smile could be seen on Alice's face, albeit a still extremely nervous looking one. No such smiles were on the face of Niamh however, as she just hung her head, now with a 22 point deficit to try and overcome.

"So the scores after that round are that looking set for freedom is Alice with 144 points, and looking set for some quite literal national exposure is Niamh with 122 points. However, this could all change in our next round which has the potential to be a real high scorer, and of course the result of the vote is yet to be revealed and could change everything. But what is our next round I hear you ask? Well, its time for these prisoners to enter, 'The Stink Clink'!"

The camera cut to show Niamh and Alice once again cleaned up and in fresh prisoner's uniforms. This time however, they were both sat in booths similar to those used earlier in the show to determine who would be getting their revenge. Both had their ankles manacled to their chair, and both had their wrists manacled to the arms of the chair. On the right hand arm, both of them had a red button, and above their heads were their respective troughs from the previous round. At the front of each of the booths a pipe had been inserted, with both pipes leading to a large gas cannister on the studio floor. The judge then came into shot to introduce the round.

"Welcome to round 3, 'The Stink Clink'. It is still all to play for, although Niamh needs a strong performance in this round otherwise she is in prime position for a humiliation which will never be forgotten. In this round, our prisoners will be facing the third element of their potential punishment, the smell. You see, the pipes which lead out from their booths are attached to a cannister which will be pumping in noxious gas. Every 10 seconds, the stench will get more powerful, and all the two of you can do is sit there and bear it, until of course you can't bear it any longer. At that point, you should push the red button on the arm of your chair, at which time two things will happen. First, the gas being pumped into your booth will be switched off and the gas already in there dissipated. Second, the trough above your head will upturn and cover you in the mess from the previous round. Why the trough you may ask? Well, first because we didn't want it going to waste, and secondly because as category A prisoners you deserve it! Once the first person has pressed their button the second person will still be able to continue, as every second counts in this one, with the number of seconds you are able to endure being your score for the round. So, without further ado, lets begin in 3,2,1, turn on the gas!"

Neither Niamh nor Alice quite knew what to expect from this one. They had no idea how bad the smell would be or how long they would realistically be able to last. One thing Niamh knew for sure however, was that if she wanted to avoid being the laughing stock of Edinburgh for the rest of her life she would have to put in a sterling performance here and crush the 18 year old in the booth next to her. Being far more boisterous and tom-boyish than her fellow contestant, she felt that she should be in good stead with this round, as she suspected she had a much stronger stomach than the nervous Alice. Alice was also having similar thoughts, knowing that this would be a tough round for her and that Niamh would likely be the more able to cope with the stench than she would be. However, she also knew that if she could stick in long enough, she had a healthy lead, so just had to hope that the vote hadn't gone against her and she would be home free.

As the gas began to pile into the booths, both Alice and Niamh realised this would not be an easy task. Currently the gas smelled something similar to cat food, an extremely unpleasant smell to begin with and this was only level 1. Neither came close to pushing the button however, and this trend continued through 20, 30, 40 and 50 seconds, albeit the smell was starting to become quite atrocious at this stage, particularly in the mind of Alice. Alice was attempting to breath as little as possible, holding her breath for as long as she could, however this only made her more conscious of her breathing, meaning every breath she did take she got a full whiff of the horrendous aromas.

The clock ticked on, now up to 70 seconds, and it was the increase in the stench to this level which forced Alice to seriously contemplate hitting her button. The smell was now making her cough in the booth and she wasn't sure how much more she could take. She managed to hold on until 80 seconds, however the increase to this level was just too much for the 18 year old, as she slammed the button, cutting off the gas and removing the smell from the booth. This smell was soon replaced by another however, as she was instantly deluged with the slop from her trough. The beans and mushy peas started invading her clothes and her hair was drenched with the various sauces, a feeling she was all too familiar with from her original punishment.

In the other booth, the tick over to 80 seconds was almost the killer for Niamh too. However, when she saw that Alice had tapped out she knew she had to hold on for just a little longer, a steely determination coming over her pin an attempt to ignore the rancid stench in the booth. The clock passed over into 90, and with it an increase in the intensity of the smell. Try and she might to continue, this was too much for Niamh, and within a few seconds she too pushed her button to remove the smell. Her trough also tipped, splashing all over her light red hair and over her face, similar to Alice the beans and mushy peas quite unwelcomingly making themselves home inside her clothes. She knew she had won this round, however she still felt disappointed, feeling as though she could and maybe should have done better.

"Well I must say ladies, that was a very impressive performance", the judge said, returning to shot. "I will warn you one thing though, that the smell of the gunge is the same as at level 120, and you both tapped out after 80 and 90 seconds, and let me tell you once you are in that gunge there is no tapping out. But exactly when did you tap out? Well Alice you lasted for an impressive 85 seconds, however Niamh you lasted for an even more impressive 95 seconds. This of course means the scores are now 229 to Alice and 217 to Niamh, and that the result of the vote is all important. So lets go and find out the result of the vote, and more importantly who has gained their freedom and who will be taking a very disgusting swim?"

The camera cut back to the clear studio, now with the judge flanked by the two prisoners back in their original cages, hands manacled to the bar on the roof of the cage and ankles manacled to the floor. Once again, both had been cleaned up and had been presented with fresh uniforms, albeit for one of them the uniform would soon become obsolete. Both Alice and Niamh now looked absolutely terrified, knowing that they were just moments away from discovering which of them would be absolutely humiliated in front of the entire nation.

"Here we are", spoke the judge. "The moment you have all been waiting for and our two prisoners today have been dreading. As a reminder, one of them will be gaining freedom, whilst the other will be stripped to their underwear, have their underpants filled with mess from their show, before being dunked into a pool with a mixture of revolting and rancid gunge as well as all the mess from both of their shows. All that means of course, is there is a great deal relying on this"

As he said 'this', the judge brandished a golden envelope;

"In here I have the result of the voting. Now remember, the points awarded will be the difference between the at home jury voting percentage for each of our prisoners, with the points being awarded to the prisoner with the lower percentage. Also remember that Alice currently has a 12 point lead over Niamh, so Niamh really needs the vote to have gone the way of Alice. Now, before I reveal the actual result, I will let you into a little secretAlice got more votes, and by a double figure margin!"

At this, suddenly the odds seemed in Niamh's favour. She now knew that there was far more chance of her escaping than about 5 seconds earlier. She was by no means relaxed, however suddenly her breathing became slightly less heavy and her hands less white from clenching so firmly in fear.

In contrast, Alice's world felt like it had just fallen apart. All she had wanted was to get her mum back for not getting her a pizza, and now she was going to be horrifically humiliated and her life would basically be over. She looked around to see if she could find an escape route, but there were none. All she could do was tremble in fear as the judge opened the envelope and read out the result;

"I can reveal, that the amount of points added to Niamh's score is"

" 10 POINTS!!"

For a second there was complete silence, before a meek Scottish "Ah" could be heard. That was all Niamh was able to muster, in a state of shock at the result. Suddenly, a hundred thoughts came rushing into her head at the same time. 'Surely this wasn't it' she thought, almost trying to kid herself into believing something she knew to be untrue. Her mind began to get ahead of itself, thinking about what people were going to say. It had been bad enough the ribbing she had received after her original episode, but this would be something else. This wasn't just a bit embarrassing like last time, this was complete and utter degradation. It was these thoughts which led her to begin thinking not about her future predicaments, but her current one, and exactly what she would be facing over the next hour or so. All the judge's words about how horrendous and horrible it was going to be, were now playing on a loop inside her head. If she could, she would have held her head in her hands, however her hands were still steadfastly tightened above her head, an embarrassing position but a minor inconvenience compared with what was to come. All she could do was look on with a face part confusion part horror, and try to come to terms with a situation that 12 months ago would not even have crossed her imagination.

Unsurprisingly, there were extremely contrasting emotions from the 18 year old in the other cage. Alice was never one for huge expressions, but even she couldn't help a jubilant "Yes, yes!" spilling out when the results of the vote were read out. She felt guilty even doing that, as she had formed something of a bond with Niamh over the course of the show, and didn't want to seem like she was rubbing it in to her new found friend. Niamh of course didn't even register Alice's cries of yes, too lost in her own thoughts of despair. Alice's overwhelming feeling was of relief, the verdict feeling like a tonne of bricks had been lifted from her shoulders. At the same time, she was shocked that so many people had voted her to receive this punishment, particularly given some of the other options out there. I mean, one girl even fed her vegan sister meat she thought. But then she did try and punish her own mum for something which in the grand scheme of things was quite petty, so she could perhaps see why people wanted to bring her down a peg or two. Either way, she had done it. Only just, but she had done it.

"Well, well, well" said the judge ominously. "Congratulations to Alice. You may have been the favourite of the at home jury, or perhaps least favourite is more appropriate, however you performed very well in the games, and managed to sneak a victory. Two points may seem like a small margin, but today it is the difference between freedom and this happening."

With that, the judge turned to Niamh, looking vulnerable and terrified, a far cry from the cheeky and vibrant 20 year old who first appeared on the show all those months ago.

"Niamh, you have failed to earn enough points to gain your freedom, and as such will remain incarcerated in our prison. As punishment for your failure, you are hereby sentenced to be stripped to your underwear, have the food from your show poured into your underpants and then take a dunking into our large pool filled with the food from both yours and Alice's shows, as well as some particularly nasty gunge. Please relieve Niamh of her prisoner's uniform!" the judge ordered the final line emphatically.

With that, two stagehands dressed as police officers marched their way into the cage, both brandishing scissors.

"No no no, please, no, no" Niamh begged as they approached, however the 'police officers' were unmoved and unbroken in their efficiency, wasting no time in snipping through the thin material, not giving Niamh even a chance to contemplate what was happening, before majestically whipping away both garments at the same time, to leave nothing but a nearly naked 20 year old shackled in an X position. It was the stuff of dreams for some, but the stuff of nightmares for Niamh. Not that she was ashamed of the way she looked in any way. She was hot and she knew it. Her long, toned legs led up from her perfectly manicured feet, toenails painted white and blue to represent her Scottish roots. Her stomach was equally as toned as her legs, the fact she was an athlete clear for everyone to see. She had average sized breasts, and a face which was routinely described in her home country as 'Bonnie' (Beautiful, for those not of a Scottish persuasion), to go along with gorgeously silky strawberry blonde hair. Her face currently however, was about as red as her hair, mainly due to her attire. She had opted for a light purple set of lacy underwear, completely impractical given what was to come and a surprising choice given she was aware of the potential permutations. Alternatively, it may have been that knowing the permutations were what convinced her to wear this, as if she was going to be stripped on national television, she may as well look good. Her underpants covered her pert bottom entirely, instructed that she must do so by the production team. The reason they gave was because they didn't want anyone wearing a thong and them not being able to broadcast it. This was of course nonsense, the real reason being they wanted to ensure the underwear could hold the copious amounts of food which would soon be being poured inside.

"Thank you, officers," said the judge as they stepped outside of Niamh's cage, the rags of her uniform in their hands. "We will let Niamh stew there for a while, and have a think about what is coming her way, whilst we send Alice on her way to freedom."

All Niamh could do was watch as the officers stepped into Alice's cage and began unlocking her hands, wishing it was her being released, instead of strung up like a prize at an auction. The officers released Alice's hands from the overhead bar, however rather than releasing them, they were quickly re-cuffed behind her back;

"Hey, why am I being cuffed again?" Alice asked to the judge a little incredulously.

"Well you see Alice," the judge began as her ankles were released and she was led out of her cage. "Whilst you have avoided facing the ultimate justice which will be coming Niamh's way, you were still voted into the final, and indeed were the most voted for contestant to receive an additional punishment. As a result, whilst you are free to go, you have one more challenge to complete. Please reveal 'The Walk to Freedom'!"

The judge finished speaking to the now increasingly flustered looking Alice, who had thought her ordeal on the show was over, only to find out there was one further nasty surprise in store. At one end of the studio, a set of double doors opened to reveal in the distance another set of double doors. In between however, was a large metal bar which zig zagged overhead and a pathway which appeared to have been split into 8 sections. With the exception of two of the sections, on each side of the path in each section were familiar faces, each holding a bucket. Section 1 had Olivia on one side and a freshly showered Sophie on the other. Section 2 had Laura and older sister Sam. Section 3 had two 'police officers', the reason for this hopefully becoming rather obvious. Section 4 contained Naomi and the unfortunate Vicky who had just about removed the onion from her hair again. Section 5 had double punishee Hayley and Rebecca. Section 6 had Melodie and similarly freshly showered Yasmin, albeit she could still feel bits of coffee grounds whenever she moved. Section 7, similar to section 3 had two 'police officers' and finally section 8 had Lily and Katie, who would no doubt be releasing a Youtube video about their day as soon as they got home.

"So Alice", began the judge as Alice was reluctantly being ushered towards the start of the gauntlet. "To obtain your freedom, you just have to make it to the other end of this path. However, your hands will be cuffed to the bar above you, so you will need to make sure you can slalom your way along our zig zag bar. You will see the path has been split into 8 sections, each one representing the 8 regular episodes of the series, and I would like to say a welcome back to all of our contestants who are assisting us with this, as well as our 'police officers' filling in for yours and Niamh's episodes. Each section has two buckets, one on each side, filled with the punishment mess from that particular episode, and they will be flung at you by our former contestants, to ensure that you are fully rehabilitated and realise the error of your ways before you leave our custody."

Alice's hands were being cuffed above her head as the judge spoke, nervous about what was to come and a little bit miffed that she wasn't just getting away clean after having won. Still, she thought, it was not as bad as her original punishment and at least she still had her prisoner's uniform on unlike some, otherwise the mortification of the situation may have been too much to bear.

"I'm sure the rules don't need explaining any further", said the judge. "So without further ado, Alice, please begin your walk to freedom."

Alice looked across at the judge before looking ahead of her. She quickly realised why the bar was in a zig zag pattern, as had it been a straight line she could quite easily have run to the other end without much mess hitting her. Nevertheless, as she set off into section 1 she decided to try and go as fast as she could to try and avoid as much mess as possible. She very soon found however that each zig zag was going to be difficult to negotiate, with the ring which had been passed through her handcuffs and attached to the bar barely wider than the bar itself, making corners tricky. As she got stuck at the first corner, Sophie and Olivia saw this as their chance to lob their buckets. Sophie's throw was slightly higher, connecting with Alice's neck and upper body and sending bits of beans, tomato, spaghetti and ketchup splattering down Alice's right hand side and dribbling down her top. Olivia's throw caught Alice in her bare midriff and the top of her shorts, causing her to wince with the coldness on her sensitive bare stomach and back.

Alice managed to move her way off the corner and into section 2, where Laura and Sam were waiting with old mouldy vegetables. The two sisters had made up after the show, Sam realising that feeding her sister meat was going too far, even if she was quite annoying. The two had discussed their plans once they were told they would be taking part in this section, and both had the same planaim for the face. And aim for the face they did, as Alice tried to navigate the corner in section 2, they threw in unison, aiming at the 18 year old's head. They did not miss, Alice's head being engulfed in rotten mashed veg, causing her to squeal and try and shake the excess off due to her lack of available hands, the rotten veg giving her hair a covering as it dripped to the floor.

Section three brought substances she knew all too well. Buckets filled with ketchup, barbecue sauce, cheese sauce, garlic mayo and the 'chip shop special' of beans, mushy peas, gravy and curry sauce. The two 'police officers' took aim as Alice moved into section 3, launching their buckets at the mousy-brown haired young woman. They didn't aim for her hair though, instead one bucket impacting around her chest and the other impacting around her crotch. She cringed as she felt the substances soak through her uniform and begin to wet her underwear, never mind the beans and peas which were now finding their way inside her clothes from the previous two buckets.

Speaking of underwear, Niamh wasn't sure how to react to what she was seeing. Whilst ordinarily she would have been in hysterics, she knew that whatever Alice was getting, she would be getting far worse. The only small mercy was that just for a short while, she was not being ogled by the crowd who were distracted by the events taking place at the other end of the studio. She knew this respite was short lived however, growing ever more nervous as the minutes passed by.

Back at Alice's walk to freedom, she had made it to section 4, where Vicky and Naomi wasted no time in launching their buckets of ketchup, mustard, cheese sauce, vegetarian chilli and cold greasy onions at the defenceless Alice. On one side, Naomi hammered her mess into the side of Alice's head, giving her a literal earful of the muck, the chilli and onions becoming stuck in the 18 year old's hair. On the other side, Vicky took a slightly different approach, throwing her mess into the air to allow it to rain down on the top of Alice's head. The mess soaked her hands, and as she was looking up at the time splatted straight down onto her face. Alice desperately spat out the drippings which had entered her mouth, progressively becoming more uncomfortable and disgusted as her arduous walk continued.

As she reached section 5, she came across someone in Hayley who had been fully expecting to find herself taking part in this show, given how her first show had gone. She was ecstatic to not be involved however, and relished launching her bucket of tomato, vegetable, lentil, minestrone and mushroom soups at the already slop slathered Alice's midriff. The cold soup again cause Alice to wince, still not quite getting used to the feeling despite her numerous coverings throughout her shows. The 'bitty' soups also managed to slither their way inside her shorts, making walking even more uncomfortable than it already was. Rebecca was probably the first contestant to really take pity on Alice, aiming her bucket at the young woman's slim legs. They were relatively clean, however did not stay that way following their soupy assault, the mess dripping over Alice's bare feet making her walk a lot more slippery than it had been in the bargain.

Section 6 was a section Alice was not looking forward to. She knew one of the ingredients in those buckets was the coffee grounds, and she knew just how dreadful they would be to wash out. Two people who could attest to that were Melodie and Yasmin, the latter still feeling their effects. This did not mean they showed any mercy to Alice however, both aiming for her head, albeit Melodie's aim was a little off a connected more with the chest region. This was of no consolation to Alice however, who could feel the coffee grounds invading her bra having slipped into her t-shirt. Yasmin's aim was much better, slamming her bucket's contents of tomatoes, olive oil, mayonnaise, peach puree and the dreaded coffee grounds into Alice's head. The coffee grounds began to stick in her hair, held in place by the slop already coating her former mousy-brown hair, now thick and lank covered in mess.

Alice was becoming slower as her ordeal progressed, the mess now on her face making it harder for her to see how best to move herself along the zig zag bar. She eventually made it to section 7, where she was again met by two 'police officers', episode 7 of course being Niamh's episode, the only person in the studio who would be having a worse evening than Alice. The 'police officers' both threw their buckets, filled with gravy, mushroom soup, beans, mushy peas, ketchup and brown sauce directly at Alice's crotch. The feeling of the mess saturating through her shorts caused her to jump up a little on impact, the thin material now completely and utterly soaked, every movement of her legs creating a revolting squelching feeling.

Mercifully for Alice she had finally reached the final section, section 8. Katie and Lily had buckets filled with mustard, garlic mayo, beans, rice pudding and syrup. They lobbed their buckets aiming for Alice's head, Katie in particular knowing just how tricky these items were to wash out of hair. They both hit, Alice's head being engulfed from both sides. The combination of syrup, coffee grounds and rice pudding stuck in her hair was a nightmare one for Alice, the syrup acting like a glue to the nasty little pieces of coffee grounds and rice pudding, ensuring they stuck firmly in her now ruined hair.

No part of Alice was untouched by mess, having received 16 buckets whilst completely unable to defend herself from their onslaught. She dripped mess as she exhaustedly made it to the end of the bar, barely recognisable any longer as Alice. It was at this point that Kelly, Alice's mother emerged from backstage, holding a large white pie in her hands. As she walked towards her still shackled daughter, she was struggling not to laugh. This whole thing had been Alice's idea and boy had it backfired. As Kelly reached her daughter, whose eyes were looking at her pleading for her not to do what everyone knew she was about to, she smiled at her and said;

"Sorry sweetheart, but you shouldn't have tried to punish me."

With that, she drew her hand back and slammed the pie into her daughter's face. If Alice was barely recognisable before she was totally unrecognisable now. Her face completely slathered in white mess, unable to open her eyes and grimacing at the feel and smell of the pie, which was clearly not your regular whipped cream pie. As if reading her daughter's mind, Kelly exclaimed;

"Oh, and this is a special pie too, made from 50% whipped cream and 50% cottage cheese!"

Her daughter made no reaction, already too trashed to even care about the trick which had been played on her.

"Well there we have it ladies and gentlemen," the judge began, interrupting Alice's train of thought. "Please give it up for our victor this evening, Alice!"

The crowd cheered as Alice was released from her cuffs. She certainly didn't feel like a winner, dripping with mess as she slicked her hair back and wiped her face, before being led backstage for yet another shower, hoping beyond hope that she would never have to step foot in this studio again.

"There she goes ladies and gentlemen, just showing that we don't always need massive contraptions to punish someone, sometimes a good old agricultural throw of a bucket will do just fine." The judge finished his line, before turning to face the shackled Niamh, arms above her head, ankles manacled to the floor, strawberry blonde wavy hair flowing down her back, clad in nothing but her lacy light purple underwear, showing off her smoking hot body and gorgeous slender legs.

"Now though, we have some serious business to attend to. Because a Category A prisoner tried to get their freedom but failed, so they will now receive the ultimate punishment, and serve the ultimate justice"

"Niamh, Niamh, Niamh. You came so close to obtaining your freedom. If only you had been a little faster in hitting your targets in 'Frozen Felon', if you had found just one more key in 'The Prisoner's Plunge' or just lasted a little longer in the 'Stink Clink', you would now be free. Instead, your poor performances in the games and the desire of just enough of the at-home jury to see you in this position means that you have not obtained your freedom and will remain in custody. Further, we look very unfavourably on those prisoners who attempt to obtain freedom and fail, therefore you will now receive the remainder of your punishment, to ensure that justice is truly served."

The judge directed his comments at the 20 year old Scot, still shackled and in nothing but her lacy purple underwear. Her exposed skin was cold due to the lack of protection, however at the same time she could feel the sweat beginning to exude from her body, her nervousness growing greater as every passing second ticked agonisingly by. She had witnessed what had happened to Alice and wondered how bad her punishment was going to be considering Alice was the supposed winner. She would not have long to wait to find out.

"Now, as you will all recall, out prisoner Niamh's punishment is in three parts," the judge began, now speaking into the camera. "The first part was for her to lose her clothing privileges, which as you can all see has been duly carried out. The second part is for Niamh to have her underpants filled with the mess she suffered in her original show. This means that her pants are soon to be filled with gravy, mushroom soup, baked beans, mushy peas, ketchup and brown sauce. Some assistance will be required to administer this punishment however, and we thought who better than Molly, the victor of Niamh's original show plus some of the ladies of the Edinburgh Eagles Women's Football Club."

The judge pointed towards the side of the studio, and from the wings emerged Molly and 4 extremely raucous ladies, all between the ages of around early twenties to early 30s, two of whom were carrying substantial jugs, the contents of which were obvious to all in the studio without even looking. The jugs' contents were particularly obvious to Niamh, cringing all throughout the judge's most recent speech and even more so having seen her teammates running onto stage. She knew they were going to relish every moment of this, just as much as she was going to hate it.

"Welcome ladies," said the judge as the women walked towards him excitedly, already eyeing up the caged Niamh. "Now Molly, it was ultimately your victory in the original show which has led to Niamh being in the rather uncomfortable position she is currently in. Do you feel that she deserves what we have in store for her?"

"Well Judge, we are all one big team here at the Edinburgh Eagles and we absolutely love Niamh to bitsmost of the time." Molly's pause for dramatic effect coincided with her performing a quick turn of her heels to face her caged and shackled teammate. "The problem with Niamh is, she has a tendency to be a bit of a pain in the arse at times too, so whilst I got my revenge so to speak in our original show, I think a few of the girls wanted to have their own opportunity to get one over on her. As for whether she deserves what is in store for her, all I can say is that we have had a look at the tank you're going swimming in Niamh, and I think I can safely say you will have two seats to yourself on the team bus for matches for the next few months."

As Molly spoke about the gunge, she wafted her hand in front of her face to indicate the unpleasantness of the aroma of the tank. All Niamh could do was close her eyes and cringe, hoping that everyone was exaggerating about how bad the slop would be, having yet to have been introduced to it herself.

"Thank you Molly," the judge began, the camera switching back to him from the cringing Niamh. "It sounds like you girls are itching to get going with the second part of Niamh's punishment so I will stall you no longer. You know what to do ladies, so have at it and commence punishment!"

The ladies wasted no time in entering the cage and beginning to circle the increasingly fearful Niamh, like lions circling their prey. Molly stood back to let the others have their fun with the shackled 20 year old, however they had no intention of making this a quick experience. They had seen Niamh in her underwear a hundred times before and after matches, as she had them, however this was an opportunity they had never had before and never would again, the prankster shackled in a star fish position and completely helpless to defend against them. Niamh kept trying to look round, paying particular attention to the two jugs of food and their whereabouts. She mustered a meek "Girls, please don't", before she was quickly shut down with a quick slap to her underwear clad bottom, causing her to tense as one of her teammates spoke into her ear;

"Come on now Niamhy, you're our teammate and like Molly says we love you, but you can be an absolute pain, so hopefully this will teach you a little lesson in humility, and of course completely embarrass and humiliate you in the process."

As Niamh's teammate finished her chastisement, she gave Niamh's silky strawberry blonde hair a ruffle, knocking it out of place slightly, and seemingly acting as a signal for the other girls to converge on Niamh. They had put the jugs of food down, determined to prolong Niamh's agony for as long as possible. As they circled Niamh, they all gave little ruffles of her hair to mess it up even further, as well as quick and light slaps on the bottom, which even though Niamh was expecting still made her tense up each time. They then went in for the kill, beginning to tickle the shackled 20 year old who, based on her reaction, was extremely ticklish. Niamh writhed against her bonds as she was tickled just about everywhere you could imagine, feet, armpits, stomach, you name it and one of her teammates was tickling it, causing Niamh to laugh hysterically, despite her current predicament, begging the other girls to stop. The begging worked, however all it achieved was for the girls to take hold of both the front and back of her underpants, pulling up sharply to elicit a shocked squeal from Niamh. The girls ensured their wedgie did not cause great amounts of pain for their unfortunate friend, but ensured she suffered just enough discomfort for her to remember who was in charge at this moment.

As this was going on, the judge clearly received word from the production team to move things along, as he began to prompt the girls in the cage;

"Looks like you're having a great deal of fun there ladies, and that our prisoner may be ready for the second part of her punishment."

The girls took the hint and two of them went to pick up the jugs, whilst another shouted to the audience;

"Who wants to see Niamh get food poured in her pants?!"

A loud cheer in the affirmative came from the audience, as if there was ever going to be any other response. Niamh's response was less enthusiastic, however. She had almost forgotten about this part of her punishment, what with the respective ecstasy and agony of being tickled and wedgied. She was extremely aware now however, as she could feel her heart rate increase along with the speed of her breathing, a panicked look flushing across her face as she felt the fingertips of her teammates pulling open the back of her underpants;

"AAAGGHEURRRRGH!!"

Niamh didn't even have time to beg the girls for mercy before she felt the first smatterings of food enter into the back of her pants, leading to her making an unearthly noise caused by the horrendous sensation of the mixed food coming into contact with her bare skin. She instinctively tried to move away, however the steadfast shackles around both her wrists and ankles meant that she was going nowhere and all she could do was endure the feeling of gravy, mushroom soup, baked beans, mushy peas, ketchup and brown sauce sliding down her buttocks and nestling at the bottom of her underwear. She closed her eyes and grimaced as she felt the slop invading between her buttocks, the textures of the baked beans and mushy peas in particular causing great discomfort, some of the other more liquid items beginning to now escape and run down the backs of her legs and feet to the floor.

Niamh felt the back of her underpants snap back into place, however she was acutely aware that this was by no means the end of her torture. She watched as her friends and teammates, all with Cheshire cat grins moved round in front of her, taking hold of the front of her underpants. Not only did this make Niamh feel uncomfortable in the knowledge that she knew what was coming, but she also felt the physical discomfort of the food in the back of her underpants being pushed into her, causing yet more grimaces and moans of disgust. These noises did nothing to put the other ladies out of their stride however, much to Niamh's despair, as soon enough the disgusting feeling of food coming into contact with bare skin which Niamh had felt on her bottom, was now being replicated at the front of her crotch. This area was even more sensitive than her bottom, the coldness of the slop combined with the general revolting sliminess causing her to squeal and writhe against her bonds, the feeling of baked beans and mushy peas again invading orifices she wished they wouldn't providing even greater discomfort.

What Niamh had not realised when the girls were at her back, was that the food that had been poured inside her underwear was not the full jug, something which she now realised as she saw them stop halfway when at her front. For Niamh this meant that the torture she thought was nearly over was barely halfway through. As her teammates made their way back to her behind, they decided to up the humiliation ante, and began to tickle the prone 20 year old whilst pouring the slop into the back of her underpants. As Niamh was rapidly discovering, there is little more degrading than laughing hysterically whilst your friends pour sloppy sauces into your pants, and for this moment to be broadcast to anyone sick and twisted enough to be watching. The pouring and tickling combination continued, the food being poured into both the front and back of her underpants whilst Niamh danced around in her shackled, both out of disgust and laughter at the pouring and tickling. Not only were the other girls tickling her, but they had taken to patting and rubbing in both the front and back of Niamh's overflowing underpants, pushing the food further towards the helpless 20 year old's skin and into every gap the mess could find. There was now so much mess filling Niamh's pants, that the only thing keeping them up was the fact that her legs were spread out in her current shackled position. As a final indignation, after finally pouring the last droplets of muck into her pants, Niamh's teammates repeated their trick from earlier, pulling up on both the back and front of her pants. If Niamh had found the original wedgie uncomfortable, this was 100 times worse, the mixed food being squashed against her, combined with the slight pain of her underwear cutting into her skin.

Finally, the girls finished torturing their friend and released her underpants, still bulging with mess but with a considerable amount on the floor. They exited the cage, leaving the 20 year old to hang in position, completely exhausted from her tickling ordeal and completely revolted from the rest of her ordeal. From the waist up, with the exception of her now ruffled hair she was still the same drop dead gorgeous Scottish 20 year old, however from the waist down was a different story, her underwear bulging and filled to the brim with gravy, mushroom soup, baked beans, mushy peas, ketchup and brown sauce. A great deal of this mess was also on her legs and feet, the laciness of her underwear and the sheer volume of slop meaning that it was impossible for all of the gunk to remain in her overflowing underwear. Niamh felt defeated, however knew there was still one part of her punishment to go, and by all accounts this was the worst part.

The camera then cut to the judge, who was standing just outside of the cage with Molly and the other girls;

"Thank you very much for your assistance ladies, you have done a splendid job of administering punishment to our prisoner. I am sure you will want to watch the remainder of the prisoner's punishment, so please feel free to hang around." The judge's invitation to the girls was not one they were ever going to turn down. "And speaking of hanging around, I think it is time somebody had their shackles released. If you please officers."

The judge directed his final comments to the two 'police officers' who entered the cage carrying a strange device and went round the back of the shackled Niamh, whose relief at having the shackles released would of course be short lived. The 'police officers' undid her wrist shackles, finally allowing Niamh to put her aching arms by her side. They were not by her side for long however, as the 'police officers' quickly slapped the first part of the device, a set of handcuffs, onto her wrists behind her back. The second part of the device were two chains, which at one end held a clip and at the other held shackles, with the two chains passing through the handcuffs. The 'police officers' first took hold of one side of Niamh's now soaking underpants and attached one of the clips, before attaching another clip to the other side. The shackles around her ankles were then released, however before she could move her legs back together again, the chain shackles were placed around her ankles. The purpose of the chains soon became clear as Niamh moved her legs together, albeit reluctantly as she felt the food inside her pants squish nastily against her inner thighs, as the stress caused by her moving her legs on the chains were now the only things which were ensuring her underpants did not drop to her ankles and reveal even more than she already was. Niamh was ushered reluctantly out of the cage by the 'police officers', shuffling slowly towards where the judge was standing, ensuring not to slip on the mess covered floor of the cage, with every movement providing yet another unpleasant sensation.

"Niamh," the judge began, addressing the underwear clad 20 year old. "You have now been stripped of your prisoner's uniform and had the mess from your show poured into your underpants. For the final part of your punishment, you shall make the walk of shame to the Pool of Penance, where you will be dunked into a pool of slop containing the mess from both your show and previous prisoner Alice's show, as well as some really quite revolting smelling, freezing cold gunge. Officers, please reveal the Pool of Penance and get Niamh in position for the final part of her punishment."

As the judge finished his speech, a large set of doors on the other side of the studio opened, revealing a huge pool at the bottom of a steep ramp, with a small red chair at the bottom of the pool just centimetres above the pool. The contents of the pool could not yet be seen, as the camera cut back to Niamh and the 'police officers' now beginning to make a slow and miserable walk to the pool. Niamh's bare feet were cold on the studio floor, and every step took great effort due to both the feeling of the food milling around inside her underpants and the awkwardness of her hands being cuffed behind her back and her pants being held up by shackles on her ankles. As she continued her solemn walk, her teammates couldn't help but tease her further by chanting "Shame, shame, shame", just to heighten the young woman's humiliation.

As Niamh finally drew closer to the Pool of Penance, it came into shot for the viewing public too. And what a sight it was. It looked like somebody had cleaned out a canteen for about the last month, the volume and colours of the food staggering. Contained within the pool were all the ingredients from Niamh's own original show, gravy, mushroom soup, baked beans, mushy peas, ketchup and brown sauce, as well as the mess from Alice's show of ketchup, barbecue sauce, garlic mayo, cheese sauce and the chip shop special of baked beans, mushy peas, gravy and curry sauce. The stench and sight of that was bad enough, but mixed in amongst it was the much vaunted gunge, a mixture of purple, yellow and green emitting an aroma that could best be described as simply 'rotten'. Not rotten anything in particular, but it had a whiff of basically any food or drink you could think of had it been left to go bad for about 2 months.

It was the sight and smell of the gunge which finally made Niamh lose all composure, stopping in her tracks and turning around, shock and panic written all over her face;

"Oh my God no I can't do that. I can't go in there, no I'm sorry I can't. Please."

Her protests were quickly shut down by the judge however;

"You can and you shall. You are a prisoner and you shall face your punishment and receive justice. Enough of the general public wanted to see this happen and your poor performance in the games means that you are condemned to end you evening in that pool. Now, please take your place on the chair."

With such an epic put down from the judge, all Niamh could do was turn and face the horror of her situation. The two 'police officers' finally undid her handcuffs and shackles, and she made sure to hold onto her underpants as she went to take her place on the small red chair. The footrest was a very small distance below the chair itself, therefore as she sat down her knees were pushed up uncomfortably high. Also uncomfortable, was the feeling of the food in her underpants being squished in between her buttocks as she sat on the chair, and desperate groan emanating from the 20 year old as she gingerly got into position, a position which was an atrocious one, given that she could smell the nauseating stench of the muck just centimetres away from her, and see where she was destined to end up.

"Thank you officers" the judge said, before turning to face the camera. "Niamh is now in position for the final part of her punishment, however we are going to let her stew for a little while whilst we take a short break, and when we come back we will be giving out the prizes for the 'Justice!' awards ceremony, before Niamh is finally sent down once and for all."

The final ad-break came to an end, with the final part of the season finale beginning with a shot of two bare feet, half splattered in food mess resting on a footrest. The camera rose up along the also food splattered bare legs of the underwear clad woman sat on the chair, her midriff as bare as her legs before the camera reached her face, flush with worry and embarrassment. Niamh had what could only be described as the worst seat in the house, with no option but to breathe in the foul fumes of the pool below her, made all the more daunting by the fact that she knew she would be ending up in the pool eventually. The camera then cut to the judge, who was standing behind a lectern, upon which 5 golden gavel statues were sat;

"Hello and welcome back to the final part of the series 1 finale of 'Justice!'," the judge began. "As you can see behind me, Niamh is poised and ready to take a very nasty drop in the slop. However, we are going to let her enjoy the sights and smells of her soon to be home for a little while longer, as it is now time for us to present the 'Justice! Awards'".

A cheer went up from the audience at this, partly just as part of the theatre, but also because they recognised that the reason for the awards show being held at this point was merely just to increase the suffering of Niamh. Not that it really needed increasing of course, as every slight move she made on the uncomfortable plastic chair simply added to her discomfort as she felt the food inside her underwear shift. The judge then continued;

"We asked our at home audience to cast their vote on 5 different categories. These were:

Favourite Episode,
Favourite Punishment,
Favourite Mess,
Favourite Victor and;
Favourite Character

I don't know why the production team have said character for the final award, makes it sound like we are all just the figment of imagination of a twisted mind who loves to see women humiliated and covered in mess. But this is no Barbie movie, so I won't be having an existential crisis. Instead, I will reveal the winner for our first category, Favourite Episode. This was a two-horse race, and in close second was Episode 5 featuring Hayley and Rebecca, but our winner for Favourite Episode, and very familiar with our studio, Episode 3 featuring Alice and Kelly!"

Rapturous applause broke out as Kelly and a dressing gown clad Alice walked up to the lectern to collect their prize.

"Congratulations ladies," the judge remarked. "And particular congratulations to Alice for her victory today You may have suffered on the 'Walk to Freedom', but I think the young lady behind me wishes she was in your shoes now."

The judge was correct on both accounts, Alice delighted to have avoided what she had already witnessed Niamh suffer let alone what she was going to, whilst Niamh thought a few buckets of slop thrown at her would be far more preferable than her current position. The judge then moved on to the second award;

"Our second award was for the Favourite Punishment. Again this was a two-horse race with the Sloppy Scarecrow punishment from Episode 2 coming a close second, however once again our winner was Irresponsibly Sauced from Episode 3!"

The judge ushered Alice and Kelly back onto the stage to collect their second award of the evening, their episode clearly having resonated with the viewing public.

"Onto award three now, the Favourite Mess. Can Alice and Kelly make it a hattrick? On this occasion no, as their mess came in second to the episode they beat out for Favourite Punishment, the winner was the mashed up rotten vegetables from Episode 2 featuring Laura and Sam!"

The two sisters made their way onto stage, Laura with far more enthusiasm than her older sister, who could have done without being reminded of her rotten vegetable shower. Laura took the award from the judge, before remarking;

"I'm so glad to have won this award, if nothing more than to give me the opportunity to fight the cause for vegans everywhere. It just shows that if you fight the good fight, you can come out on t"

She was quickly shut off by her older sister giving her a shove, mercifully for the audience.

"Well it looks like no love has been lost there, although I can't help but think that maybe Sam was doing what we all wanted to do there. Speaking of rotten veg however, how are you doing up there Niamh?" The judge turned to face the 20 year old, still sat perilously close to the slop below her. There was no answer from Niamh, just a look of despair and a meek shake of the head.

"Seems like she is having a great time," the judge remarked sarcastically, turning back to the lectern. "Onto award four now, which was favourite victor. Again another close one with Kelly once again close to victory, but instead our victor is someone who has actually been victorious twice in a way, it is Naomi from Episode 4."

Naomi made her way up to collect her award, cheered by all with the exception of her best friend Vicky, comically booing as she made her way up. Both girls couldn't help but laugh as Naomi hoisted the award high above her head, as if winning the World Cup, before going to take her place next to Vicky.

"Our final award of the evening is for Favourite Character, and it actually ended in a tie. Rather fittingly, the tie was between the two main stars of this evening's show, Alice and Niamh! Now, Niamh is a little pre-occupied, so Alice you can accept this award on behalf of the both of you."

Still clad in her dressing gown, the 18 year old gratefully accepted her third award of the evening, before making a hasty retreat back to her seat, just in case there were any more nasty surprises for her, on a show which had really not fallen in her favour at all, save for the fact she won this battle to avoid Niamh's fate. Niamh just saw it as a tip of the iceberg, the fact she actually won and wasn't able to even get that prize. That mattered not however, particularly as she could see the judge walking towards her, likely beginning the moment she had been dreading. Her time watching the award show had been miserable and slightly nauseating sat just above the slop, however she knew things were about to get a great deal worse.

"Well there we have it, congratulations to all our winners and indeed all of our nominees. Now however, it is time for our prisoner to face the full force of the law. Molly, please come and join me." The judge made his way over to another platform by the side of the tank, ushering Molly out of her seat to assist with Niamh's final punishment. "Here's how this is going to work. Our prisoner here is going into the Pool of Penance below her, there is no two ways about that, however the question is from just how high? I will ask Molly three questions, and for each one she gets correct our prisoner will be cranked up the ramp. So the question is, will the prisoner take a drop in the slop, or will she fly in from the very top?"

Niamh gave a quick glance behind her at the ramp, grimacing as she felt the food in her underpants move once more. She hadn't fully taken it in when she first sat down on the seat, but the ramp was extremely high, which worried her for two reasons. First, if she went in from the top she would be heading in at a great velocity, given the height and speed of the ramp, and second if you hit the pool at that speed, it must be extremely deep to prevent injury. She couldn't quite tell how deep it was as it had been built partially into the floor, however she recalled mention that the pool had a moveable floor, so suspected it had been adjusted especially for her. All she could do now was sit uncomfortably and pray that Molly had a shocker at the questions.

"OK Molly, do you understand?" the judge asked.

"I do judge." Molly responded, interlocking her fingers and stretching her hands out in front of her in mock preparation.

"In that case, here is question 1." The judge began, Niamh sat to the side of both the judge and Molly, hands balled into fists both touching together with her chin resting on top.

"Did the prisoner deserve to be stripped to her underwear for what she did?"

Upon hearing the question, Niamh's hands went from fists to open palms covering her face. All of this about questions had merely been to give her false hope. There was no mercy, there never was any mercy. This was going to be brutal.

"I think the answer is yes judge," Molly replied, not that Niamh was listening. She soon realised Molly had given the correct answer though, as the judge confirmed this was correct and Niamh began travelling backwards, a third of the way up the ramp. Pleased to be a little further away from the smell of the gunge, but unsafe in the knowledge that this would be short lived.

The judge and Molly continued their fade for the next two questions. The second question, "Did the prisoner deserve to have food poured into her underpants?" also being answered in the affirmative by Molly lead to Niamh being cranked ever higher, before the third and final question of "Does the prisoner deserve to go into the slop from the top of the ramp" was also answered positively, resulting in Niamh's chair taking its place at the very top of the ramp, a daunting distance away from her soon to be hellish home.

"Congratulations Molly!" the judge exclaimed. "You have gotten all three questions correct, and our prisoner Niamh will be taking a drop into the slop from way up high. All that is left now is for me to give you this," the judge continued, passing his gavel to Molly, "And for us to say up there is Niamh, she's pulled pranks on you and all her teammates, including one which broke up your relationship. She's made all of you the laughing stocks, but now the tables are turned. She's up there in nothing but food filled underwear, so its time for you to serve her the ultimate justice. Slam that gavel and SEND HER DOWN!!"

Throughout the judge's epic speech all Niamh could do was sit on her seat, contemplating all of her decisions which had led her to where she was now. Her hands were pressed over her mouth in a prayer like fashion, but there was to be no divine intervention here. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest as she watched Molly give a quick glance and smile up to her, before raising her hand and emphatically slamming the gavel down on the lectern in front of her. The next thing Niamh felt was a small click as she heard sparks go off behind her, before her chair began its descent. She crossed her arms across her chest as if in a straight jacket as the chair began to plummet, the velocity ever increasing as she hurtled down. In a way for Niamh, this was a feeling of relief. There was no more anxious wait, no more butterflies in her stomach. Everything she had been nervous about was now happening, so it almost felt like a weight off her shoulders. The fact she was nearly naked on TV didn't matter anymore, nor did the fact her pants were filled with food. It was almost liberating in an ironic way given the nature and name of the show. This feeling of relief of course, would very soon be replaced with alternative emotions.

As Niamh reached the bottom of the ramp, still with her arms clamped firmly across her chest, a hopper opened to give her a shower of food. Exactly what was in the hopper was anyone's guess, all of it mixed together to form one disgusting looking amalgamation. This shower fell first over Niamh's bare feet and legs, before her chair continued through the 'waterfall' with her head getting the final splattering. This caused Niamh's arms to leave her chest in an instinctive attempt to protect her head. This was futile of course, as by the time her arms had reached up, she was well through the downpour. What the downpour signified of course, was the end of the ramp, however the downpour had distracted Niamh just enough that momentarily she had forgotten how close to the end of the ramp she was. She was soon shocked back into reality however, as her chair tipped violently, catapulting the food splattered 20 year old downwards. Such was the force of the chair, that Niamh ended up heading into the pool with her head pointing almost completely downwards, both her arms and head breaking the plane of the slop before any other part of her scantily clad body. The rest of Niamh followed, her midriff, legs and finally feet swallowed up into the mire, the slender young woman making a small splash before she disappeared to the outside world.

Niamh had disappeared to the outside world, and the outside world had disappeared to her. Her sight and hearing had dissipated at being engulfed by the sludge, which unfortunately for her meant the heightening of her other senses. Taste was not so much of an issue as long as she didn't open her mouth, but the increased sensitivity of touch and smell in her position was a cruel twist. The feelings of relief she had felt whilst travelling down the ramp had long since gone, now replaced exclusively with revulsion and disgust. As she entered the pool headfirst, her head was the first part of her to come into contact with every texture of the gunk. The first element was the food. The majority of it was smooth sauces, however Niamh's face still smashed through a solid chunk of baked beans and mushy peas, albeit this was just the tip of the iceberg for uncomfortable feelings. The other immediate feeling was that of coldness. Being stripped to her underwear of course did not help, however Niamh felt that even if she had been wearing the prisoner's uniform she would still have been freezing. This of course was a combination not just of the various sauces, but of the gunge too, which had been especially chilled for Niamh's arrival. The gunge had another property of course, aside from being slimy and cold, the smell was something unbearable for Niamh. The stench of the mix of sauces was pungent enough, a mixture of ketchup, garlic mayo and curry sauce amongst others providing a particularly unpleasant aroma, but the smell emanating from the gunge itself was what was really causing Niamh distress. The closest thing Niamh could think it smelt like was rotten milk, but even that was doing it a disservice as to how truly revolting it was. And she was in it. It wasn't just a smell in the air, or even something which had been poured over her, she was in the smell and it was on her, covering her completely with absolutely no let up. Niamh knew she had to get her head above the surface of the slop, in order to breathe as much as anything else, however the violent fling she had been given by the chair had disorientated her, and she could barely tell what was up or down.

Eventually, after a couple of seconds Niamh's feet managed to find solid ground, allowing her to push herself upwards and for some of her formerly gorgeous figure to emerge from beneath the surface of the gunk. Clearly however, a member of the production team had been waiting for this moment, as no sooner had what appeared to be Niamh's head emerged from the slop, than a vat over her head dropped even more gunge and food down onto the defeated 20 year old. The slop hammered down onto her, and although she attempted to duck for cover, realistically there was no more damage that could be done. Her hair was already absolutely saturated with food and gunge, not just a surface covering but completely down inside the formerly flowing strawberry blonde locks, right down to the roots. Bits of beans and mushy peas were visible in her hair, alongside the copious amounts of sauce and gunge which dripped down into the pool below. Standing up straight, the level of the gunge came to just below Niamh's breasts, which like her hair were slathered in copious amounts of gunk, her lacy purple bra barely visible any longer and offering absolutely no protection. The same could be said underneath the surface of her purple lacey underpants, previously filled with food, but even if they hadn't been they certainly would be now, the floods of gunge and foodstuff invading her underwear constantly underneath the surface, the horror of what she would be finding in every nook and cranny after this was over one of the many thoughts racing through her mind.

All Niamh could do was stand there, almost frozen in shock at the horrific nature of what she had experienced, and in all honesty was still experiencing. The smell was still there, the feel of gunge and food on her body was still there. Whereas in her original punishment show she could at least somewhat see the funny side albeit it wasn't a pleasant experience, there was absolutely nothing fun in this whatsoever. It was revolting. She stood with her arms slightly away from her body hanging down, breathing slowly through her mouth in an attempt to somewhat compose herself, as well as to avoid breathing through her nose and getting even more of the rancid stench of the gunge. Not that there was much she could do about that however, as her submersion had led to the gunk flying up her nose as much as any other orifice, so there was really no escape. She could hear the raucous laughter of the audience, none more so than that of her teammates, who clearly found her comeuppance to be the funniest thing they had ever seen. Not that she could begrudge them that, as she knew that she would react in the same way in their position. 'Why did I have to lose this?' she thought, as droplets of gunge, beans, mushy peas and assorted sauces dripped off her face and onto her chest. There was humiliation and then there was this. She didn't know how she would ever be able to show her face around her hometown again. The teasing was bad enough after her first show aired, this would be 100 times worse.

For the first time in a long time, the camera then cut away from the trashed Scot and showed the judge, now walking in front of the tank housing Niamh;

"Well ladies and gentlemen, there it is. The ultimate justice has been served, and how. It is of course bittersweet, as whilst I'm sure we all enjoyed watching that, this does bring to an end the first series of 'Justice!'. However never fear, as soon enough series 2 will be on the way, with more scores to be settled in the most cruel and unusual ways. If you have a grudge you need settling, then feel free to write in and we will see if we can help you out. But make sure your claims aren't spurious however, as we hate people who waste court time over here. With that, all that is left for me to say is thank you to all our contestants this series, you've all been great sports and we genuinely couldn't have done it without you, thanks to all the crew and production team, thanks to our studio audience juries for fulfilling their extremely important roles with aplomb, and thank you to all our viewers at home. But I'll leave you with one comment from our overall series loser, the most heinous criminal who received the most heinous punishment."

The camera cut to a dishevelled looking Niamh, hair ruined, shivering from the cold, almost naked and attempting not to gag from the stench. She looked miserable and broken as she forlornly muttered into the camera;

"I did the crime, so I had to take the grime."