Chapter 15 Ceremony award 2

After everyone had settled down and congratulated Fran for winning her challenge, Penelope took her place at the podium again and used her voice to get everybody’s attention. She spoke briefly about the second award before finally announcing the winner. The award is for the female who was most recognized during all the challenges.

“The second award of this ceremony is the opposite of the previous award.” Penelope said, “This award goes to a girl who likes to be in the spotlight and showcase her assets.”

The description sounded like Diane, but it could also be Emily, Ashley, or Gemma. I couldn’t see how Diane would have been the most recognized.

“The Attention Whore trophy goes to,” Penelope said again in a loud voice, “Gemma!”

The applause began with her boyfriend, and soon everyone, including Gemma, joined in. Still hanging in her frame, Gemma didn’t react even though she could speak as her mouth was not restricted.

“Not so fast,” Penelope said, “Like the previous award, this lady will have a small challenge to complete before she is awarded the prize. Can I have some help from a few strong men?”

Penelope asked some men to move the frame towards the center of the room. It had small wheels and was moveable, but it took several men pushing to move it. Fran’s boyfriend thought that helping was pushing against Gemma’s ass, something that only made Gemma fall forward against her restraints.

Once Gemma was in the middle of the room, Penelope placed two small hand mirrors in Gemma’s hands. Her arms remained cuffed to the corner, but Gemma’s hands were free to hold the mirrors. The mirrors didn’t look heavy and resembled plastic kids’ toys.

“These mirrors are your future,” Penelope continued. Drop one, and you lose the challenge and the reward.”

Penelope continued to explain that the mirror was symbolic, and if Gemma dropped one, she wouldn’t need mirrors anymore, as nobody would look at her, and her chance of fame would be gone. Gemma would need to keep the mirrors in her hands for fifteen minutes, and Penelope promised that she would have a life of fame with significant movie roles and potentially a career in directing if she desired. Gemma said that she accepted the challenge without hearing what the challenge was.

Penelope took a dark pillowcase out of a suitcase and stood before Gemma.

“You can be an attention whore all your life, but today you have to prove that you can dig deep for a role and also become unrecognizable. This pillow case is step one. With it, your face will no longer be recognizable.”

Penelope placed the dark pillowcase over Gemma’s head. Once it was in place, she went back to her suitcase and took out a brush and two jars of what looked like blue and black paint. She opened the jars and stuck the brush into the first jar. They placed the brush on Gemma’s body and started painting.

“The areas marked with paint will be invisible, unrecognizable,” Penelope said as she painted. “We no longer worry about those areas.”

Penelope painted a variety of black and blue crosses and stripes on Gemma’s hands, feet, stomach, sides, and back, as well as on Gemma’s shoulders. In the end, only Gemma’s upper legs and arms, butt, tits, and pussy were without paint marks. The rest of her body was covered with either blue or black paint marks.

“You have fifteen minutes to convince your friends to make the remaining body parts unrecognizable,” Penelope said slowly, “but they cannot use the paint to change the color of your skin.”

Penelope explained that the challenge would be over if Gemma dropped one of the mirrors, and the opportunity of fame and being an actress would pass her by. If she managed to hold on for fifteen minutes, the challenge would be over, and Penelope would inspect Gemma’s body and see we had managed to make the remainder of your body unrecognizable.”

Penelope called everybody forward. The eight men and Fran all were placed in a circle around Gemma.

“Okay,” Penelope said. She placed a long tube on the ground behind the frame and pressed a button to start the time-out clock, “Your time starts now.”

The clock in the back of the barn showed fifteen minutes and started counting down.

Immediately, Gemma started yelling, “Come on! Help me! Please! Make me unrecognizable.”

Everybody looked around, unsure what to do, while Gemma kept telling people to make her unrecognizable. Nothing happened for a minute, and Gemma sounded increasingly desperate with each cry.

Suddenly, Carolyn, still tied to a bench, spoke out, but it was hard to hear because of the restraints, so she had to scream.

“Hit her, hurt her, make her skin black and blue, like the paint!” Carolyn screamed.

Gemma immediately echoed what Carolyn had said. “Yes, hit me, hurt me, please. Kick me, pinch me, anything, please!”

The other girls who were chained up also started to chime and encouraged their partners to help. The support would bring a tear in your eyes until you realized they were screaming to their partners to beat up their sorority sister. Maybe that was just my skeptical perception, and they had Gemma’s best interest at heart.