Taskmaster Challenge 4: A dark night [F20s] [public nudity] [intense degradation culminating in pee play] [spanking][

"Girls, does anybody need a drink or a visit to the bathroom?” Stella asked while pinning Reagan’s dirty blonde hair back into its updo on top of her head. Nobody spoke up. “Good. Don't get off the carpet,” she commanded, ”We'll start again in a moment.”

Rick, a man with a knack for pissing off Stella, yelled out, “Stella, what about her punishment?” standing over Tessa and pointing both hands at her.

“Yes, thank you, Rick. It seems Grace could use a drink, will you help her please?” Stella responded with a forced smile while pulling Tessa towards her and away from Rick. The crowd quieted, realizing the show had restarted, and watched the scene. Stella sat in a stiff backed chair and motioned for Tessa to stand next to her. She then turned and looked up at Tessa.

“These are all beautiful and intelligent young women. Do you understand?” Stella asked.

Tessa flinched, her cheeks burning. Her words weren’t cruel when she’d said them, not really. Maybe frustrated. Maybe careless. But not cruel.
A few quiet chuckles rippled through the crowd. Tessa's heart thudded. “Yes, I -”

“They deserve your respect. Do you understand?” Stella interrupted.

Tessa bit her lip. She wanted to defend herself. To explain. But her throat tightened. She stared at the polished floor, holding back tears. “Yes.” Tessa replied and when Stella turned her head expectantly, Tessa added “ma'am?”

“You talk back like a child,” Stella scolded and gesturing to Tessa's bold print lingerie she continued, “and you wear cartoon underwear like a child.” The crowd laughed. ”So you will be punished like a child. When you are ready, bend over my lap. You are going to be spanked, like a child.”

“Yes!” cheered Rick excitedly as Tessa's face flushed and tears filled her eyes. She stood silently for a moment.

“You're always welcome to leave, my dear.” said Stella gesturing forcefully at the door.

Tears rolled down Tessa's face as she kneeled and laid her body over Stella's lap. Tessa didn't mind being spanked, even in front of people, she got paddled on stage at a kink show in a bar, once. She was just humiliated. She wanted to protect the other girls and Stella wouldn't let her say that. None of them even liked her and now they all were going to hate her. And she didn't mean that they were stupid--Her train of thought was interrupted by Stella leaning close and pulling Tessa's boobs by the bra out from under her, then propping her cleavage against Stella's own legs to really push them up. “It's all for the show, darling. Now, put that tush up,” Stella said quietly as she guided Tessa back to her feet pushing her “tush” high into the air. Her back was painfully arched as her shoulders were still pressed onto Stella's leg. Stella moved Tessa's hands to the small of her back. Stella left her own hand there long enough to soothe the teary-eyed woman on her lap.

If you traced your eyes from Tessa's heels up her long legs to the peak of her small round ass and hands held behind her, then back down her contorted back you'd be struck by how fragile she looked in that moment. She was uncomfortable and unsteady. She was the picture of vulnerability. “Are you ready for the first one?” Stella asked.

“Yes,” replied Tessa.

Stella turned Tessa's head to face the girls and crowd. “Say ‘I'm sorry,’” she commanded, loud enough now for everyone to hear.

“I'm sorry!” Tessa said desperately. Then Stella's hand landed firmly on her ass causing it to ripple through her hips. Stella held Tessa securely as she stumbled forward. Now in her seventies, Stella wasn't a muscular woman, but she knew how to catch a girl struggling in her heels.

“Let's do the next one. It will be without the underwear”” Stella said quietly as she released her.

“Ok” said Tessa, catching her breath.

“Some girls are stubborn, and need to be broken, am I right?” Stella asked the crowd while jerking Tessa's panties down to her thighs. Her question was met with raucous cheering. She asked the man standing behind Tessa, “Does it look tasty?” He nodded and she added, “yeah, I bet it does.”

Then she commanded again, ”Say ‘I'm sorry’.’”

“I'm. Sorry.” Tessa said loudly, but shakily.

Stella's hand came firmly again and she held Tessa in place again, too. Tessa took an extra moment to regain herself this time. “Last one. You can do this. Try to go loose; we're going to give your tits more of a jiggle this time,” she whispered. Tessa felt like a clown. Her most intimate parts, that are supposed to be shared only with people she loves, cheapened for the entertainment of cruel strangers. But Stella hadn't let her fall yet so maybe she could trust that this was almost done. She nodded and Stella asked the crowd, “Did she apologize TO the girls? Or did she just yell it to the room?”

“No, the room,” they yelled with glee.

“Tsk Tsk. Guess we'll have to see her tits, too!” Stella yelled as she pulled Tessa's breasts out of their cups.Then Stella grabbed a handful of Tessa's hair and pulled her head up and back into her shoulders to show her the girls watching her. Tessa gasped and squirmed. “Those are the ones you called stupid. Tell them you're sorry.”

“I'mg snorry!” struggled Tessa, her voice stained by the awkward angle of her neck.

Stella hit her a third time and dropped her head, forcing her into a controlled collapse on to the floor between Stella's legs and into her lap. “Good work,” she whispered. Tessa sobbed lightly. “Another bronco broken!” she announced with the sound of pride.

Then she quickly returned to the girl in her lap. She took Tessa's cheek in one hand and wiped her tears with the other. “All done,” she comforted.

Tessa started, “I just wanted to protec--”

Stella shushed her, saying, ”Ssh, Ssh, Ssh. I know honey, I know. But you don't have to worry about protecting anybody right now. That's my job.” She guided Tessa to rest her head in her lap for a moment as she stroked her hair.

Tessa wanted to just lay there in Stella's lap for the rest of the night, but, even more, she wanted the other girls to feel like she'd atoned so she steeled herself and began to readjust her bra, until Stella stopped her saying, “Honey, I'm sorry. I need you to stand up, first.”

Tessa stood, feeling completely pathetic, but capable. She was still sniffling with mascara smeared on her cheeks, and her mouth hung open as she breathed heavily. Her boobs were awkwardly propped on her bra and her panties were halfway down her thighs. Stella completed the humiliation by turning her around to show off the red patch on her right butt cheek. She offered Tessa to the crowd and asked, “Do you accept her apology?”

“Noooooo!” they answered. Tessa's breath caught in her chest.

“Well that's too fucking bad! It wasn't for you,” Stella mockingly replied to the crowd. Then she turned Tessa to the girls, asking, “Do you accept her apology?”

Filled with second hand embarrassment and completely uncomfortable, they immediately said yes. Stella pushed Tessa at them and they closed ranks around her, helping her fix herself. It made Tessa cry, ugly cry, that everybody wanted to help her. “There's kleenex in the box,” Stella told the team, “have her sit this one out.”

“Let's get back to the game!” Stella announced. After a few more rounds, the words, “who do we want to fuck right now?” flashed on the screen. The girls sorted themselves and Kate put herself in 8th place until Bella pushed her up to 3rd, yelling, “she earned it earlier!” as she settled herself in 4th. Kate bit her lip nervously and tried to shrink her tall frame. “Stand up, you're a hottie,” whispered Bella.

After watching what Reagan had to do, Kate was afraid of being ranked too highly, especially in this category. She had come to terms with the fact that sexual performances were expected of her. “They do it on HBO,” she told herself. But this group looked capable of some terrible things. She didn't like the idea that these men wanted to fuck her, but she liked the idea that Bella thought they did. Bella was practically made of lingerie and Kate was literally wearing her Tuesday underwear with no bra on because she didn't need one. Hey, if Bella thought so, maybe she was a hottie.

Then “Body Count” appeared on the screen. The girls went back to sorting themselves and the crowd went back to heckling,

“Emily! It's going to be one more tonight!” said one.

“Bella! You know where you're supposed to go! You're a dirty slut!”

“Sierra’s a virgin!”

“No, Katie's a virgin!”

“Not as much as Sierra! You know she's tight! Sierra, show us how tight you are!”

Most of the girls were getting overwhelmed by the harassment, but Liv, the only one fully naked, had been dealing with it since she was zip-tied up at the start of the night and she was past the hardest part of it. These men were pathetic and they were spending thousands of dollars to yell mean things at the girls who ignored them in college. She remembered that this game was to determine the rankings in the house and she was worried that her name wasn't getting yelled out enough, so she went to the top of the line.

The catcall, “Hey cowgirl! You want to ride this mustang?” came bellowing from the crowd and Liv forced a flirty hair flip. Bella again stayed near the middle.

“Bella, baby! You know you belong on top! What are you doing, you're costing me thousands!” yelled a guest named Michael who started to approach her. Stella moved to intercept him when Bella replied as coyly as she could, “I'll cost you so much more than your money.” It had been a long day and she was losing her edge.

Michael stopped. He didn't know what that meant, but it sounded good. He tried to sound smooth, so he replied, ”and I'll give it to you, baby!” but then Stella got to him and he raised his hands in innocence and retreated to his seat.

The board changed to “best orgasm” and again Liv pushed to the front. She hoped that there would be an opportunity to perform like Reagan had. She was sure she could impress them. How hard could it be to convincingly fake an orgasm?
In front of a crowd seemingly cheering for you to fail?
When they'd probably prefer any of the other 9 girls to you?
Even though you're the only naked one?
She suddenly felt very cold in her nudity. A shiver ran through her body and she turned to escape first place, but she heard Stella report, “At 6:1 we have a black horse for orgasm winner, Liv!” Liv froze. Then Stella announced, “Well I sure want to see it, shall we see it?” The crowd yelled loudly, ”Yes!” while Liv quietly whimpered, “no.”

Stella’s eyes shot quickly over to Liv. To the crowd she announced, “Let's see what she can do… at Carnival night!” There were boos mixed with cheers from the crowd. They were disappointed about missing Liv's show, but suddenly very excited for Carnival night. “That's right! we're doing carnival night again and this time it will include a special show, so if you want to know what our little cowpoke looks like knocking boots you're going to have to come back. If you're in town, buy a ticket and we'll see you there! Alright gentlemen, it's getting late so this will be the last one, don't be stingy now, these girls have been working hard for your entertainment!”

Upon the screen were the words, “Who would win in a fight?”

Lily turned to Stella and asked, “We roasting or throwing hands?” with a smile.

“Oh Wednesday Addams, you roast?” asked Bella cheerfully.

Lily laughed. Then looking to Stella she received permission to step off the carpet.

Bella joined her and started teasingly, “What do they call that foundation color? Printer paper?”

Lily responded after the laughter, “Sephora squad, look in your bag I bet it's one of the hundred layers you're wearing? Who wears a full beat to a house party?” A few of the girls laughed at that one.

Bella laughed. She thought it was funny. Lily was so happy that Bella would even want to do this with her, the fact that she laughed was even better.

Then Bella, “You could look good, too, if you wanted. Nobody told you you had to wear those lesbian-ass nails tonight.”

Lily, quickly, “I do look good and I know it. That's why I don't have to try to prove it to everybody like you. What are you having a clearance sale on pussy?”

Everybody was laughing, and Reagan repeated, “Clearance sale on pussy” while cracking up, but then--

Bella, “How are you going to talk to me about clearance sales when you've been hanging out with White Trash Barbie all night?” gesturing at Reagan.

The crowd erupted. One of the men yelled, “White Trash BAR-BEEEE!” but Reagan stopped laughing and looked hurt. All of the joy left Lily's face and she was icy. Lily was roasting, not Reagan. Lily. Reagan didn't do anything to anybody. The middle school mean girl came back in a second.

Lily, angrily, “When we do throw hands you know Bugs Bunny ain't gonna do shit for you, right?”

She looked past Bella to Kate and sniped threateningly, “Eh, what's up doc?” Kate responded by retreating into herself and hiding her large teeth behind her lips.

Bella, angry, looked at Reagan and the words “Porky Pig” made it all the way across her tongue and onto her lips before she decided to lick them back and swallow them. If she had said that, there would have been a fight. Lily, the freshman, stared at her, obviously scared, but not backing down. Lily was defending her friend just like Bella wanted to, but Bella had to accept that she was the first to transgress. After a stressful and exhausting night Bella looked at Reagan apologetically and said, “Yeah, you could probably mess me up.” Reagan looked away.

Sensing that the tension was decreasing and not wanting to miss the chance to see the girls debase themselves further, Rick ran up to them chanting, “Fight. Fight. Fight.”

“SHUT! THE! FUCK! UP! RICK!” yelled Stella. Rick giggled.

“Girls, that's enough,” she said approaching the three and in an attempt to offer an olive branch to Rick or maybe just to get him to walk away she added, “Rick, please pour each of these girls a shot. They performed well and each should toast her very clever adversary.”

“Body shots!” Rick demanded playfully.

Tired herself, and finally out of patience for Rick, Stella turned threateningly to Rick. It looked as though she would hit him.

Rick flinched, and at last cowed, he said sheepishly, “usually you have them do body shots…”

Exhaustedly, Stella took a breath and said, “Yes, Rick, that's true. Please. Just go get the alcohol.” As she turned he looked angrily at her back, but he went to the bar. Stella knew she was going to pay for embarrassing a powerful man like Rick, but that was her responsibility and she took it seriously.

“Girls, when you hear the cue, please take the shots,” Stella said professionally before returning to her carnival barker persona.

“Things got a little heated, but we want them hottt!” Stella announced into the microphone, “Each girl is going to give the other their shot and if she forgives her she'll put the shot in her tits for a sensual body shot. If not, she'll throw it in the other's face and then who knows…? So are we going to see a cat fight or are the pussies going to lap up their milk?”

Rick gave Bella and Lily each a shot of dark liquor and watched eagerly. The girls looked into each other's face. Lily’s was no longer angry, it was disappointed. She didn't like what Bella said, but she knew Bella didn't mean anything by it. She liked even less what she had said. She didn't want to be mean. Bella looked from Lily to Reagan and then back. Lily understood Bella's suggestion and they both walked to the girl they'd actually offended.

“I don't think you're trash,” Bella said earnestly.

“No, it's okay. It's whatever,” Reagan replied, avoiding her gaze and fidgeting.

Bella grabbed her hand and said, “No, I'm sorry. You didn't deserve that and you don't have to do this body shot thing. You can throw it in my face, it's cool.”

Lily gave the glass to Kate. Stella instructed, “Try your best dear, but if you have to, put it in your mouth.”

Kate squeezed her arms in but she certainly didn't have the cleavage for a body shot, so she poured the shot into her mouth and held it there awkwardly. Stella had meant the entire glass, so she chuckled lightly to herself.

Lily had started to apologize and tears were forming in her eyes. She didn't want to be that girl anymore. She was trying to be sincere, but she had to smile, Kate looked so silly trying to hold the shot in her mouth. Kate noticed and smiled, too, she felt silly. She did, however, wish Lily would hurry up. The liquor tasted like burning feet and Kate was about to gag. Lily turned to the other two and asked, “we ready?”

“Yeah!” Reagan replied, holding her t-shirt bra down so as to keep the shot exposed. Lily put her hand on Kate's cheek and neck and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Kate, having already swallowed the shot to spare Lily the flavor, put her arms around Lily, softened her lips and kissed right back. Kate's big wavy brown hair fell over both of their faces. They had both had a hard night, so they lingered in the others embrace for a minute and enjoyed the comfort of somebody who cared about them in this cruel place. Meanwhile, Bella smiled at Reagan then bent forward and with her teeth pulled the shot from her cleavage and straight up in the air. Body shots were another well rehearsed act for Bella. Except she hadn't anticipated the bitterness of the shot. It surprised her and she let out a small cough, which only made it worse. She tried to turn away from Reagan before she coughed the shot back out. She failed, but Reagan appreciated the attempt.

“Malort!” exclaimed Rick proudly as Bella caught her breath and Reagan wiped the side of her face and shoulder with her t-shirt bra.

Then the Taskmaster spoke up, “Well, as is tradition, Stella has told Rick to go fuck himself three times and that means we're onto the next part of our night.” The crowd laughed. He continued, “Girls, please turn and face the bar. It is now our turn to rank you.”

They turned and saw the necklaces, and collar, that were placed on the bar earlier. Each had its own charm.

Crown

Cat

Bar

Bow

Star

XOXO

Heart

Camera

Lightning Bolt

Dog Bone (which was not on a necklace, but instead a collar)

He picked up the heart and walked from behind the bar back in front of the crowd. The girls weren't confident enough to turn without being ordered to so the endings with their backs to the crowd. The Taskmaster held up the heart for the audience to see and walked behind the girls, lightly slapping each on the ass as he passed. Some girls jiggled like Anijah, Reagan and Liv others, like Emmie, did not. “Who's our first choice?” he asked the audience. He stopped behind Liv and after hearing no protest he draped the necklace over her and said, “my heart goes to you, please turn around and step forward. In fact, everybody turn around please.”

The girls turned and Liv stepped forward. She could barely contain her glee that she was first. She beamed at the men and few women watching her. She was told that the summer was tough, but if you were first he gave you gifts and special treatment, and you had power over all the other girls. She really thought that orgasm thing was going to cost her, but the Taskmaster must have known she deserved it. She'll be sure to really put on a good show at the carnival. It's different when you know they like you. She was going to be a benevolent leader, but she was going to prove to him that he had made the right choice.

The Taskmaster reached between the girls and lifted the XOXO. This charm was warm by the girl who would be giving him daily blowjobs. Stella joked, “Do you even have to ask?”

“I don't know, I've been good this year, maybe Santa will be nice to me,” he joked.

“I'm on your side, it looks fun, but I don't have a vote,” she answered.

He showed the crowd the pendant and they laughed.

“You know who it is. Don't make us waste our vetoes,” said one.

The enthusiasm around this particular role made the girls anxious. The Taskmaster walked without purpose for a moment, to play the scene, but then began towards one end.

“You're kidding. We know where you're going. There's no way,” came from the crowd.

“Well I don't know, I guess we could choose this one,” he said innocently, standing behind Reagan.

“It will be a cold day in hell when I let you have that!” joked one of the men, adding, “don't waste our time, just put it on the right girl.”

“I have the worst fucking friends,” joked the Taskmaster. He walked to Tessa and said, “This is for you, please step forward.” Tessa noted that she was obviously not the first choice for this role. It seemed like she was chosen specifically because of how bad she was. It disgusted her that she was upset by that. With little fanfare, the Taskmaster gave the star charm to Kate. The three girls stood together in front of the others. He then announced to the crowd, but more so for the girl's benefit, “as you all know these young actresses will spend the summer crafting artisanal pornography and one year from now we'll come together for the viewing party, just as we did tonight. Knowing how Becca and Hannah squabbled, but ultimately reconciled makes their scene in ‘Hope’ all the more sincere. The sex is sexier when we know the real story, but it's still sex and there will be intercourse so we need our Vanilla Girls.” Then gesturing to Kate, Tessa and then Liv he announced, “vaginal, oral, anal. You are expected to report to me for rehearsal at 6 pm daily. Oh and you're 5, 6, 7 in the house,” then gesturing to Liv he added, “be sure to grab a hygiene kit and you all can sit down. You're done for the night” he gestured to a row of chairs. Kate regretted choosing the chair on the end when Tessa chose the one directly beside her.

Rick handed a large Walmart shopping bag to Liv while ironically wearing a shit-eating grin. She almost missed it, she was so distracted. “Seventh?” she thought, “seventh?!”

The Taskmaster then conferred with Stella and both became a little frustrated. The Taskmaster turned without letting Stella finish what she was saying. “Rick, Stella and I think your were treated unfairly this evening and to make it up to you, you may choose the camera or the cat.”

“Those are my favorite ones!” replied Rick, confirming they would be the girls least favorites. The Taskmaster nodded. “I'll do the camera,” decided Rick happily. He took his time walking back and forth. He wasn't deciding, he was enjoying the moment. Stella was never more than arm's reach away from him. He chose Reagan and said, “I can't wait to see it,” then for the first time in a while he joined the rest of the guests on the furniture. It was a better view from there. Stella stepped forward with Reagan and held her hand.

The Taskmaster explained, “the camera is the comic relief in the films. If there is a funny line or action you will deliver it, and at rank 8, it is not an enviable position. Each day you will rehearse a scene or character that will make people laugh at you. I will provide the prompt. Let's try one right now.”

Stella squeezed Reagan's hand lightly and let go, but didn't move from her side.

The Taskmaster instructed, “Suck your right thumb and with your left hand remove your panties. Pick them up. Now take your thumb out of your mouth and put the panties in.” she did as she was told, but the humiliation was starting to get to Reagan. She looked to Stella who put a finger up to the Taskmaster.

Privately to Reagan she said, “You can go if you want. You don't have to stay. This role breaks girls even faster than the dog. It gets much worse than this, this summer.” With tears in her eyes Reagan shook her head, “no.”

“You're done?” Stella confirmed as she began throwing her body between Reagan and the crowd like a UFC referee after a tapout. Reagan shook more emphatically “no.” She meant she's not done. If she had Stella, and Lily, and even Bella now, then she had the support necessary to do this and whatever other perverted crap these losers wanted her to do. Thinking about her new friends caused a tear to roll down her cheek as she nodded for more from the Taskmaster and the crowd cheered that they had made another young woman cry.

“Put your thumb in your ass,” the Taskmaster commanded. Stella wasn't kidding about it getting worse. Reagan tried not to think about the view the girls behind had of her attempting to perform this command, but she couldn't. He had succeeded in embarrassing her.

The next necklace was the bow, rank 4. He gave it to Emily, now costumes, as a slideshow of women in sexy outfits shown on the screen. The Taskmaster world choose her outfit each day. He told Emily to stand next to Reagan and put her panties in Reagan's mouth, too. Then the bar with three gemstones, it turns out it was actually a pole. Anijah received it and was given rank 3, choreographer. She was expected to perform a nightly pole dance with new choreography weekly. She was also instructed to put her underwear in Reagan's mouth.

Reagan's body was starting to ache as she stood contorted herself to maintain penetration. Her jaw hurt, too. She didn't think there was enough room in her mouth for the next girl to be able to ram her underwear in there, too.

The Taskmaster instructed the remaining women to step forward and lower their underwear to their ankles. The girls exposed themselves. They had no more dignity, all they could hope for was obscurity so they moved as a group. He investigated Sierra's blonde mound, with gentle tan lines that highlighted the fact that this was a region most don't get to see. Then Lily, waxed and pink with thighs so thin there was a gap between them exposing a tantalizing silhouette. Third was Bella who was also waxed, except for a thin strip with naturally bronze skin. The silhouette from the gap between her thighs was much smaller and looked like a little arrow. Emmie, with her hips on her small frame had the musculature of a dancer. Her hair was brown and shortly trimmed. She was the one.

Assistant director, rank 2 was going to be Emmie. “Please hang your panties on Reagan's face so she can know what a truly superior cunt smells like,” said the Taskmaster. Reagan bowed and Emmie gently pulled her underwear onto her head.

“Your most important contribution as assistant director is maintaining order and good discipline. The queen is ruling, you are managing. Each morning you will establish your authority by investigating the cunts just as I've done here. If she meets your approval you will give it a firm kiss. I've already checked these ones for you, but I want you to choose the one that's best.”

Emmie had to be in charge? After getting free of Liv she thought she had successfully blended into the crowd, but now she was in second and even worse, she had to kiss every girl's crotch every morning? Fuck. She looked at the women standing in a row. It was all the powerful girls, Sierra, Emily, Anijah, Lily and Bella. They intimidated her. There was also Reagan, twisting to put her arm behind her with Emmie's own underwear draped over her face. She was not intimidating. Emmie was worried about what Reagan would have to do if she were singled out again, but Emmie pointed to her anyway out of fear of the other girls.

“Well let her know,” he said, gesturing to her middle, “and do a better job than on the front steps. I'd hate to have to tie your face to her muff.”

Emmie knelt in front of Reagan. She lightly kissed the crest where Reagan’s two soft walls, then bending her neck from shoulder to shoulder she let her tongue ride the ridge of Reagan’s skin, gently at first, but then with more pressure. Her tongue formed circles and swoops as her head led the dance. Reagan let out a small shudder and Emmie brought her lips together again dragging them fully and slowly over Reagan. She’d never done that with a woman, but she didn’t completely mind the salty taste Reagan left on her tongue.

Reagan, Emmie, Anijah and Emily were released to their seats and all that remained were Sierra, Bella and Lily. Ranks 9, 10, and 1 yet to be assigned. The lightning bolt was next and the Taskmaster chose Bella. Michael, from the audience, protested. “VETO! She’s obviously the queen!” he yelled.

“Veto, your veto!” came from another, “your girlfriend’s getting the shock collar!” The lightning bolt represented S&M, sadomasochism, each day at 4 pm Bella would be required to report to the S&M studio, called the dojo for a session of sexualized torture scenes with the Taskmaster.

“Then there were two,” announced the Taskmaster, “please play the last film.” The title, “Smile” appeared on the screen. “As soon as this film is done, we will delete last year’s work, never to be seen again and this year’s will begin.” On the screen was a close-up of a young woman forcefully smiling while wearing thick make-up. “One of you will be the queen, and the other the dog. The queen will the director and have final say on all elements of the videos” A shadow fell over the girl’s face on screen. “Should there be any power imbalance in the film it is the dog that will lose it. And I love a good power imbalance.” A thin stream of a clear liquid, probably urine, hit the girl on screen in the face. She flinched, but didn’t move and didn’t stop smiling.

The girls were disgusted, “this isn’t even porn,’ whimpered Tessa.

“I want reality, no acting, no safe words, ‘no’ means ‘no’ here, because that’s the only way ‘yes’ can mean ‘yes’,” the Taskmaster continued. More streams of liquid poured onto the girl’s face and it started to pool around her. “For that to happen the dog must feel the power imbalance.” He reached for the collar and admired the screen as the level of liquid rose above the girl’s cheeks. Her forceful smile remained. “Everyday the dog will be reminded that they are ranked lower than the other girls, so that we can see that knowledge on screen. As soon as the rank is announced the dog will leave her underwear where they lay on the stage, take this tent, and head to the yard,’ he said, meanly adding “Good luck getting it set up in the dark.” Then he continued, “The dog sleeps outside.” He paused for effect and the said, “Sierra… please collar your bitch,” and he pushed Lily forward. The dimpled small of a fit young woman’s back appeared on the screen and her muscles flexing as Lily stood openly crying.