Dignity in Peril

Rebecca was just starting her Junior Year at Harvard University. She was incredibly smart (she was at Harvard, after all) and extremely beautiful.
She had long brown hair that went just past her shoulders, blue eyes, smooth skin, and perfect form. She loved running half marathons, so that helped to
keep her figure. People would joke about how perfect her genes were. However, there was one slight flaw with her personality - arrogance. One one hand,
she had every right to brag, but she couldn't talk to anyone without telling them how smart she was.

A couple weeks into the semester, a poster on a bulletin board on campus catches her attention. "Want a chance to win $1,000?", it said. "Put your knowledge to the
test on a fun trivia game show that has big prizes, but also big, messy risks! Apply to be on 'Dignity in Peril'!". Rebecca was highly intrigued by this. She wasn't sure what "risks" it was talking about,
but she was a trivia whiz, she thought. She easily won the trivia bowl in high school, and bragged about it on her college application. "That's part of the reason I'm here"
she smirked to herself. She was going to do it. Not only could she win some easy cash, but it would be yet another way to brag to everyone about how smart she was.

She called the number on the poster, and, after a brief phone interview, they offered her to be on the show the following week. She was so excited about this that she called her
good friend Allison about it.

"Hey Allison, guess what!" she said.

"What?" Allison replied.

"I'm going win a bunch of money on some game show next week. It's called 'Dignity in Peril' or something weird like that, but who cares lol."

After a brief pause, Allison replied. "Uhh... yeah, I've heard of that show". "Listen, Rebecca, obviously you're really smart and everything, but I'm not sure that you entirely
understand what you're getting yourself into here." There was a tone of concern in her voice. "It's pretty unusual for people to win the grand prize, and the messy 'risks' that they
talk about..I mean, they're pretty extreme. We're not talking about just a pie in the face here or even a bucket of smile. There's like, some pretty nasty stuff and you'll likely be
covered head to toe, and you probably won't win much money."

Rebecca was indignant. "I'm sorry, what? Are you saying I'm stupid?!" she replied. "Do you need a reminder that I go to Harvard, the best school on the planet? And where do you
go, Allison?"

"Boston College, as you know. It's still a very good school." Allison replied. "But that's not important right now. I think your uh.. confidence is clouding your judgement here.
Don't you know why you got a spot on the show so quickly? It's because other people are realizing what it entails and decide that it's not worth the risk of utter humiliation. Not
to be condescending or anything Rebecca, but the name of the show gives you a hint..."

Rebecca hung up the phone right there. She couldn't listen anymore. She was going to show her and everyone else and win that $1,000, she thought.

Cut to a week later, and Rebecca is in the studio and the game is about to begin. The host walks on stage. "Welcome to Dignity in Peril, the messiest, grossest, and most humiliating
game show on the planet!" he said.

Rebecca was a little taken aback about this, and the reality of her decision was about to set in. She's never been messy before, so she had no idea what to expect. She was also
wearing tight, blue skinny jeans along with a cute black crop top and new white sneakers she had just bought. The jeans really showed off her ass and legs nicely. She really didn't want these
clothes to get ruined, she thought. There was a decent chance that the mess would ruin her clothes end up costing more then the money she won. But then her cocky side fought back - "
No. I'm going to win that $1000. I will avoid the messes if possible" she thought. But she still wasn't sure how the game was played or how messy she'd get. That's when the host
explained the game, clearing some things up.

"Just a reminder about how this works" the host says. "One contestant, who today is a 20 year old college student named Rebecca from Harvard, will have to answer a series of trivia questions on a
certain topic. Today's topic is Geography."

"Shit." Rebecca said to herself. That was her one weak spot. But hopefully the messes aren't as bad as the host is letting on and they'll wash out of her clothes, she thought to herself,
trying to calm herself.

"Ok, now for the rules" The host says. "There are ten buckets here on stage, labeled one through ten. The higher the number, the worse the mess is in terms of messiness and grossness.
You really want to avoid the high numbers!"

The host continued "You will be asked ten trivia questions. You start with $1000. For each incorrect answer, your punishment is losing $100 and having to pick a random bucket to have dumped
on your head. After five incorrect answers, you lose and walk away with nothing. But, there is a consolation prize. If you lose, you can still win $100 by taking the remaining
five messes like the strong woman you are."

The host then revealed the contents of the buckets:
1. Water
2. Vanilla Pudding
3. Maple Syrup
4. Ketchup
5. Baked Beans
6. Nacho Cheese Sauce
7. Blue Cheese Dressing
8. Mushroom Soup
9. A mix of tuna, dog food, and wet cat food
10. A mix of rotten eggs and bad, curdled milk

Each bucket was also quite large. There had to be multiple gallons in each bucket.

Rebecca was starting to silently panic now. Geography was her worst subject, and some of the bucket contents were truly horrible, especially for an innocent girl who's never been
messy before.

"First question" the host says to Rebecca. "What's the capital of New York?"

That was an easy one, as Rebecca was from New York. "Albany" She replied.

"Correct", the host replied. "Second question. What is the name of the river that runs through Paris?".

Rebecca wasn't sure. "The Danube?"

"Sorry that's wrong! The answer was the Seine. Please spin this wheel to decide which of these buckets will get dumped all over you!"

Rebecca reluctantly get up and spun the wheel.

"One!" The host said. "You're so lucky that it's just water".

A model in a dress comes on stage, takes the bucket labeled with a "1" and dumps it on Rebecca's head. It was pretty cold, and it thoroughly soaked her top and got her jeans and shoes
pretty wet as well. The host had her sit to take the water so its easier for the model to pour, and to ensure better coverage. Some water also pooled on her chair, soaking Rebeca's
ass. The thighs of her jeans were very dark as they really got soaked from the water.

Rebecca was thankful at first that it was only water, but then she thought better. There were still eight questions left, and getting water later probably would help wash away the previous
messes. That wasn't a possibility now, and it was only going to get worse from here. Even the water made Rebecca gasp as it came down as she'd never even been soaking wet fully
clothed before, at least not like this. She had a very "proper" upbringing where her parents wouldn't let her get wet or messy as a kid as it meant extra laundry and was silly,
they thought.

"Question three" the host said. "What's the name of the mountain range in Russia that separates Europe from Asia?"

Again, Rebecca was drawing a blank. "The Alps?" she nervously guesses.

"Nope, the correct answer was the Ural Mountains! Time to spin the wheel again!"

Rebecca sighed as she got up, this time soaking wet, towards the wheel. The spun a three.

"Getting lucky with low numbers. Let's see how long that luck lasts." The host remarked.

The model came out on stage and picks up the bucket with a "3" written on it. She holds it over Rebecca's already wet head as she's closing her eyes and taking deep breaths, preparing
her for a humiliating experience unlike she'd have ever before in her life. As the model slowing poured the maple syrup, it started by coating her head in the sticky, shiny, substance
before slowing flowing down her chest. she audience groaned in shock but also amusement. Some of it went down her shirt, as she felt some of it against her beasts. Some of it also pooled in her lap and on her seat, giving a nice, shiny coating
to parts of her skinny jeans. Some got on her shoes, but luckily they were mostly spared. For now, at least.

"Time for the fourth question." said the host. "Just a reminder, you're down to $800, but don't give up hope yet! Now, what's the name of the world's most populated island?".

"Sumatra?" Rebecca guessed.

"Wrong! The answer is Java! Another bucket for you! You know Rebecca, you don't seem so sharp for a Harvard student, but maybe that's just me."

Rebecca's ego was already hurt, but the host was really rubbing it in. Rebecca again got up to the wheel, covered in sticky syrup, and spun a seven. "Oh god" she said. "This will be truly disgusting."

The model came up and held the bucket containing Blue Cheese dressing above Rebecca's head. As she began pouring, even the model whispered "I'm sorry" to her. The audience in unison said
"Ewww.." and gasped as the dressing flowed down Rebecca's face, down her torso, and pooled on her lap. A lot of it got on her shoe's this time, so they were officially ruined. Nothing
would be able to get the smell out of her shoes, or really any of her clothes for that matter. She also HATED blue cheese, so she gagged as it was being poured, nearly vomiting on the
floor.

"Wow, I'm REALLY glad I'm not you right now!" the host said. "On to question 5 - What's the capital of Paraguay?"

"Montevideo?" Rebecca guessed.

"Nope, it's Asuncion! Looks like you got Paraguay and Uruguay mixed up! Time for another bucket! Go spin the wheel!"

Rebecca got up and one again made her way towards the wheel. Blue cheese dressing was running down her face and top as she made her way over, adding to her humiliation. She spun
a 4, which was ketchup.

The model once again came over, got the bucket with ketchup, and held it above Rebecca's head. She slowly poured the red, goopy, smelly substance on her head. As the ketchup rolled down
her chest, some of it somehow made its way into her jeans. This made it so that she could feel the goopy ketchup around her asshole and vagina. Some of the other ketchup that stayed
on the exterior ran down her jeans. The end result was a shiny coating of ketchup on those skin tight jeans she was wearing. It was also really smelly, although not as bad as the dressing.

"Oh my" said the host. "Well, one more wrong answer and you're out! Be careful. I hope for your sake that things start going your way! For the next question, what is the world's
largest desert?"

"The Sahara?"

"Sorry, it's Antarctica! Looks like you lose! Go spin the wheel!"

"Rebecca go up and walked over the wheel. The mess on her was so extreme at this point that she needed to hold her jeans and top up since they were falling down due to the weight
of the messes. Rebecca rolled an 8.

"Oh boy, Mushroom soup!" the host said. As the model came to dump the soup on her, she held her breath. After the soup was on her, she breathed and immediately gagged. "Disgusting"
is the only word to describe her current state.

"Ok Rebecca, you lost. Sucks for you. But remember the rules from the beginning. You can still walk away with $100 if the rest of these messes get dumped on your head!

Rebecca agreed. After all, she was already humiliated and disgusted, and she didn't want to walk away with nothing. However, Rebecca would come to regret this decision.

The remaining messes were given in ascending order. First, the yogurt, number two, was dumped on her. She actually liked this for a change, since it was not nearly as gross as
the soup or dressing or example. She even had some fun rubbing the yogurt on her jeans in an attempt to get some of the other messes off. She got some of the residual yogurt and
rubbed in on her chest, ass, and thighs so that maybe the smell wouldn't be so bad.

However, it only got worse from there. Next up was the baked beans, which was the first mess that had some chunkiness to it. As the model dumped the beans on Rebecca's head, the gooey
sauce ran down her face and chest. The beans ended up everywhere, but most notably down her top. Now there were gross beans right around her breasts. She was really regretting her choice of attire at this point.

Next was the nacho cheese sauce. Rebecca liked cheese, so maybe it wouldn't be that bad. But it was, at least in that quantity. It was so goopy that it completely covered her face.
But at the same time, some of it also flowed down on the floor and on her shoes. She could feel the heave cheesy sauce in her shoes. It was such an unusual and gross experience.

But the nacho cheese sauce was nothing compared to the final two messes, which she had been extremely lucky to avoid up to this point. As the model held the ninth bucket (disgusting mix
of tuna and wet dog/cat food) above Rebecca's head, she could already smell it. That's when she realized her mistake. Slowly but surely, the gross mix was dumped onto her head.
It was absolutely unbelievably disgusting. As soon as it hit her head, Rebecca gagged. And that was only the beginning. The chunks of tuna and cat food got stuck in her hair and
made their way into her top and on her pants. She just sat their stunned while the audience couldn't believe their eyes either. Rebecca tried holding her breath as much as she could,
but it wasn't much use. And there was still one more bucket to go...the worst one of them all.

"Time for the final bucket!" The host announced. The model came out, grabbed the tenth and final bucket, and held it above Rebecca's head. Again, the smells of rotten eggs and spoiled
milk hit her nostrils like a truck. The smell was even worse than the last bucket. She gagged, very nearly puking. And the bucket wasn't even dumped yet. The model slowly dumped
the horribly nasty substance on Rebecca's head, whispering "I know this is horrible. I'm sorry" in the process. Curdled chunks of milk were now streaming down her face. The audience
let out a unanimous grown, with a couple murmurs of "That poor girl...oh my god" thrown in. Rebecca looked down at the rotten eggs on her lap and tried not to think about what it was.
But that was hard to do, as it may have been the worst thing she had ever smelt, and now she was covered in it. "Oh my fucking god" was the only think Rebecca could muster.

As she sat in her filth, she realized she should've listened to her friend Allison. She was right, but her arrogance got in the way and she paid for it in such a disgusting and humiliating way. The $100 wasn't even close to compensating with the mess and humiliation she had to endure. But it was an important lesson about keeping her ego in check.