0 comments/ 10298 views/ 11 favorites Tanya's ComicCon Calamity By: embarrassednakedmale In "Never Forget a Birthday", Tanya forgets her boyfriend's birthday, and is made to wear some embarrassing outfits in public, followed by an unscripted public masturbation session. Now, having paid penance for her forgetfulness, Tanya finds that her ordeal isn't quite as over as she'd hoped... ***** The rain made a constant drumming noise on the roof of the car as Tanya pulled into the driveway. The bland music on the radio was doing nothing to improve her sour mood, nor had the long queues she'd had to endure while food shopping. Hitting the brakes with a little more force than was necessary, Tanya brought the car to a screeching halt and dramatically flung the door open. Naturally, the weather chose that exact moment for the wind to pick up, and the rain turned horizontal for a moment, treating Tanya to a face full of water. "Great." Tanya muttered, and roughly grabbed at the bags on the passenger-side seat. Covering the short distance to the front door, Tanya fumbled with the key, and spent a few agonising moments in the full impact of the storm as the door stubbornly refused to open. This had not been her week, Tanya reflected bitterly. She tried hammering on the door, hoping that Matt was home, but either he was buried in a computer game or out and about somewhere else. Either way, the door remained resolutely closed, and a now-saturated Tanya resumed her attempts with the front door key. Finally, after an interminable amount of messing around, she managed to complete the simple task of turning the lock. Dashing inside, and slamming the door closed behind her, Tanya let out a huge sigh of relief. The past week had been one to forget for Tanya. Not that she could forget it of course. Not that she'd be allowed to forget it, she thought, darkly. She slouched into the kitchen, her naturally tall height seemingly masked by the weight of the weather and the way that she'd chosen to "celebrate" her boyfriend's recent birthday. As she tossed her coat in the corner, Tanya began to sort the food out with no obvious signs of enthusiasm, occasionally muttering to herself about an item she'd forgotten, or an item she'd now bought two of by mistake. It was as she was putting the tomatoes away that she heard the phone ring. It was probably Matt, of course, asking for her to pick him up from who-knows-where. Tanya wandered over to the phone, and took a second to wipe her long red hair, now wet from the storm outside, away from her face. Picking up, she simply answered with "hello?" "Tanya?" a woman's voice on the other end asked, in an abrupt and distinctly unfriendly fashion. "Umm, yeah?" Tanya replied, not placing the voice and having no idea who with person was or why they'd be wanting to call. If they were trying to sell something, then their voice could do with working on it's first impressions. "We've met." the voice paused, and Tanya couldn't help but wonder where all this was going. Eventually, the voice continued, "We met at the comic book store." There was a flinty unfriendliness to the voice, and the mention of the comic book store was an immediate trigger that brought a whole unwelcome bunch of memories flooding back for Tanya. It only took her a few seconds for Tanya to now identify the voice at the other end of the phone. The woman in the store who'd spanked her naked ass. The woman in the store who had looked at Tanya with barely concealed contempt, as Tanya had been made to parade her womanly assets for the benefit of the men. "What... what do you want?" Tanya asked, hesitantly. The voice at the other end fell silent for a few moments, before it returned. "I have the video of your little performance in the comic book store," the woman said, "and unless you want it posted online, then you'll do exactly what I say." A feeling much like ice running through her veins suddenly swept over Tanya. The storm outside was forgotten, and replaced by a tornado of fear and apprehension. "Th... the video was destroyed, wasn't it?!" Tanya asked, already knowing the answer. "No," the voice replied, with an almost audible sneer, "no, there's a video of you alright, and I doubt you'll be wanting it to be sent to your friends and family." "Wh... wh... what do you want me to do?" Tanya asked, in a horrified whisper, "pay you money?" The voice laughed. "I don't want your money. I want, well, I want your companionship, to start with." "Huh?" Tanya said, confused by the mysterious implications of the woman's request. "We're both going on a little trip today. Be ready to be picked up outside your house in an hour. Tell your boyfriend you'll be gone for a day or two. Don't bother packing... I've got that covered for the both of us. Oh... and tell Matt anything about this conversation, and consider the video posted to the four corners of the world wide web." "Where... who... why..." Tanya started to ask, but the woman at the other end didn't wait for the conversation to start making sense to Tanya, and the click of the phone signalled that she'd immediately hung up. Robbed of any ability to try to make any semblance of sense out of this bizarre and unsolicited call, Tanya let the phone fall out of her hand, and she collapsed back into a nearby chair with a look of shock on her face. Did she just ignore this? Put it down to a nasty prank? Call her bluff and assume that there was simply no way that she could have a video of her recent ordeal? But what if? What if she did have the video? What if she did have the malice in her to upload it to the Internet? What if her friends, her family, and everyone she knew saw her in... Oh God... in those panties! And then being spanked by those guys! No, no, no, no, no! Tanya squeezed her eyes shut. With a sinking sense of certainty, Tanya knew that she'd have to be ready to be picked up in an hour, and see exactly where this woman was planning on taking things. ... The storm had at least temporarily abated when Tanya shuffled out to the street an hour later. She only had a small overnight bag in her possession, and a handbag stuffed with the usual array of phone, money and house keys. She stood there for in the remaining light drizzle for several minutes, as several cars whizzed past. Every time a car came by, Tanya's heart rate peaked as she wondered if this time, the driver would be the strange woman from the comic book store. The grey sky above perfectly matched Tanya's moody concerns over her impending fate, and she was entirely convinced that if she stood out here any longer, the heavens would open again and the drizzle would turn into a downpour. With a mixture of impatience and dread, Tanya was caught between wanting the woman to arrive, and hoping she got permanently lost on the way over. Then, the third car in a stream of oncoming traffic suddenly flicked it's left indicator on. Slowing down, the nondescript blue Holden sedan pulled up in front of her. Leaning down slightly, Tanya could see the brunette from the store behind the wheel. The woman was dressed in much the same nondescript clothing that Tanya remembered from the shop. A pale jumper hid most of the woman's curves, while baggy pants also did her no favours either. Tanya tried a half-hearted wave, and was rewarded by the passenger side window winding down. "Umm.. hi?" Tanya said. The woman ignored her attempted greeting, and looked at the bags in Tanya's hands. "The only thing getting into this car is you. What are the bags for?" "Ahh...I thought we were going on a trip for a day or two?" Tanya ventured, uncertainly. "I have everything you need," the woman replied abruptly. "Well, could I at least..." Tanya started to say, before the woman cut her off again. "You are to leave those bags in your house. You have two minutes to do that and get back to this car. In two minutes, I drive away. If you're not in the car, then in thirty minutes you will be the latest Internet sensation. Your call." Tanya shivered at the ultimatum, and helplessly swayed between her possible courses of action for a moment. It took her a full minute to realise that she actually had no choice to make. With a small shriek, Tanya hurried back to the house, flung the bags inside, locked the door and half-sprinted back to where the car waited. Hopping in, Tanya barely had time to close the door or put on her seat belt before the woman accelerated away into traffic. Bracing herself on the dashboard, Tanya began to wonder where exactly this next torrid tale was taking her. ... The pair drove on in a heavy silence for five minutes, with Tanya not sure whether she should be the first one to break the ice, or what the possible repercussions would be for doing so. They were clearly heading out of town, and it was as they hit the freeway that Tanya's nervous curiosity finally got the better of her. "Who are you? Where are we going? Why are we doing this?" Tanya asked, with a hint of pleading in her voice. The words tumbled out in a torrent, and she fiddled with her hands as she waited on answers, any kind of answers, no matter how scary and embarrassing they might turn out to be. The woman simply turned to look at her briefly, an expression of thinly veiled contempt clearly visible on her pale, make-up-free features. Tanya's driver let the silence reign for a few minutes more, accelerating as she merged into the freeway traffic, and tapping the steering wheel in a rhythmic, and highly irritating manner. Tanya was almost about to burst in nervous anticipation when finally the woman broke her vigil. "That store is my territory," the woman said, flatly, not bothering to tear her eyes away from the road ahead. "Wh.. what?" Tanya said, in bewilderment. "That store is my territory," the woman repeated, distaste dripping from her words. Tanya just sat there with a look of total confusion, and the woman took the opportunity to continue. "My name is Rachel. Those guys in the comic book store used to fawn all over me. Pay me attention. Make me feel desirable." The car slowed down slightly, as Rachel turned to give Tanya a hard look. "Then you showed up. Decided to show off your tits and ass," Rachel was practically spitting out the words as she sneered at her reluctant passenger. "Now all they do is talk about you, and I'm a distant second." Rachel turned back to the road again, and the car shot forward as she slammed her foot on the accelerator. "Well, I'm sick of women like you taking guys away from someone like me." Tanya started to protest, proclaiming her innocence, trying to reassure Rachel that she had no desire, wish, or intentions of ever stealing any of those comic book geeks away from her. Rachel waved away her protestations and gave a mirthless laugh. "Well, it's a little late for that!" Rachel said, bitterly, "You're all they can talk about! I had to put up with this at the hands of bitches like you at high school, but there's no fucking way I'm putting up with it now!" With that, she lapsed back into a brooding silence, and Tanya just stared out of the window on to the flowing traffic beyond, wondering just how they hell she managed to get herself into situations like this. ... For the next fifteen minutes, Tanya did her best impression of a friendly, outgoing woman, who just wanted to make sure Rachel was okay, and see if there was anything she could do to help. That it was a desperate act showed through in her awkward buddy-buddy, high-pitched voice, but at this point her only real option was to make Rachel ultimately like her. "So, look, I'd be more than happy to help you get the attention of the guys back at the store!" Tanya was saying, in a bubbly, sisterly way, when Rachel's patience for Tanya's feeble attempts finally broke. "Well, I'm glad to hear that!" Rachel retorted, "because I've got a feeling our little adventure is going to help achieve exactly that." That shut Tanya up, and Rachel glanced over to give her an evil smirk. "Since you've dipped your feet into the world of comics, I figure it's time you get the full experience! And the fact that you'll be helping me write a hugely popular review of ComicCon while we're at it, well, that's just the icing on the cake!" "Huh?" Tanya said, still none the wiser as to what this nerd could possibly be getting at. "ComicCon?" Tanya had at least heard about ComicCon. Matt occasionally talked about it, and seemed to be under the impression that the two of them should go and check it out. Tanya was under the impression that Matt was delusional if he ever thought she'd waste a weekend like that. But, wasn't ComicCon in San Diego? Tanya looked back at Rachel. "We're driving to... San Diego?" she said, perplexed and concerned by the huge drive ahead. Rachel sighed and rolled her eyes. "Do you know nothing, you stupid bitch?" Rachel shook her head slowly, as if you ask the heavens how it was possible that Tanya could be this dense. "Yes, the San Diego ComicCon is very famous, well done on jumping to an obviously stupid conclusion. Believe it or not, there are dozens of ComicCons all over the country." Rachel paused for a moment to switch lanes, and indicated a bag that Tanya had failed to notice lay waiting for her on the back seat. "You and I are going to our local ComicCon, and don't worry about the fact that you're clearly inappropriately dressed. I've just got the outfit for you to fix that!" Tanya groaned, and threw her head back. She'd had enough of embarrassing outfits to last a lifetime. "Look, can I just give you money?" Tanya pleaded. Rachel snorted, and jerked a thumb at the bag again. "I don't need your money. I don't want your money." Rachel arched an eyebrow, and gave Tanya a piercing look. "However, since you're offering, I will take your top and skirt, thank you very much." Tanya's mouth dropped open, even if she'd secretly suspected that this was coming. "Oh, come on Rachel!" Tanya said, "We don't need to do th.." Rachel laughed, and cut her off before Tanya could even finish her sentence. "You're right! We don't have to do any of this. How about I find an exit, turn us around, and drive us back? Drop you off outside your house? Would you like that?" Tanya nodded mutely, with a hang-dog expression on her face. "... of course then," Rachel continued, "I'll drive back to my place, log on to my computer, upload a video of you having your naked ass spanked, and tag it with your full name and address. Would you like that?" Tanya shuck her head vigorously, and her eyes were as wide as dinner plates as the cruel blackmail that Rachel was proposing. Eventually, Tanya found her voice. "What are you... well, umm, what are you asking me to do?" she whispered, uncomfortably. "I'm not asking you to do anything Tanya. I'm telling you to take off your top and skirt. Now." Rachel pointed a finger at the fuel gauge, and Tanya suddenly realised they were almost out of gas. "There's a gas station coming up in five minutes. If you're not out of your top and skirt by the time we reach it, consider this entire opportunity for you to stop that video spreading like wildfire, well and truly lost." Pouting at the indignity of Rachel's unreasonable demands, Tanya tried arguing for a couple of minutes, but failed to get even the smallest reaction from the other woman. Rachel was wholly focussed on driving, and had a small, mysterious smile that seemed impervious to Tanya's every attempt at appealing to Rachel's humanity. Tanya was fast running out of time though, and as the gas station hovered into view, Tanya broke and practically tore her top off. At Rachel's prompting, she threw the item in the back. Grumbling all the way, Tanya then proceeded to push her skirt down her legs, blushing red as Rachel sneaked a few peeks at the plain white bra and panties set that Tanya had chosen to wear today. Unceremoniously dumping the skirt in the backseat, Tanya huddled in the front, and silently prayed that Rachel would ultimately prove to be too shy to push this too far. In just her white bra and panties, Tanya pushed herself deep into the seat, and shut her eyes as Rachel pulled into the gas station. "Please make this quick." Tanya pleaded plaintively. Rachel merely laughed. "Hey, I'm the one driving!" Rachel retorted. "You can earn your way and fill the gas up for me." Tanya clenched her jaw, and desperately tried to dream up an escape plan. Her mind was still a blank when she felt the car come to a halt. Opening one eye, she could see that the gas station was fairly large, and not lacking for business. With a sigh, she realised that Rachel wasn't in the mood to mess around, and after one last pleading stare, Tanya fumbled at the handle of her door. If she was going to have to fill the gas tank in the bra and panties, then she'd be damned if she was going to draw it out longer that necessary. As she began to force herself out of the vehicle though, Rachel had one more surprise in store for her. "Hey. Since you're getting out, and we're not going to be stopping again before we hit ComicCon, you may as well change into your outfit while you're there." Oh, no, no, no, Tanya thought. She instantly saw where Rachel was going to take this. "I'm not going to change outside in the courtyard." Tanya said, flatly. Rachel shrugged. "Okay. If that's the case, I guess I have to re-think how seriously you're taking this opportunity to block that video going online." Tanya gave Rachel a flinty look. "Are you seriously telling me I have to change into my outfit outside? Are you serious?" Rachel met Tanya's stare, and returned it with interest. "I'm telling you that you need to go outside, fill up my car, give me your bra and panties, at which point I'll give you the costume to put on. Whether you choose to put on the outfit before or after you go pay for the gas, well, I'll leave that decision up to you." Tanya was sorely tempted to slap Rachel as hard as she could across the face, but the thought of that video appearing in the inboxes of everyone she knew stayed her hand. Realising the hopelessness of the situation, and the fact that the more she delayed, the more severe Rachel's "choices" might become, Tanya had to satisfy herself with merely hissing in frustration, and slamming the car door wide open. Hopping out, Tanya suddenly felt as if every pair of eyes in the forecourt gravitated towards her. Trying forlornly to simply focus on the act of filling the car up, she grabbed at the gas pump handle, and nearly managed to drop it on her foot as she yanked it off. As familiar as she was with wearing ridiculous outfits in public - thanks to her boyfriend and a certain trip to a mall for this birthday - it certainly didn't make it any easier to be standing in plain view in just her underwear. There were already a few catcalls coming from nearby guys, and Tanya tried to block everything out as she agonisingly waited for the gas tank to fill. "Hey!" Even with a single-minded determination to block out the external world, the loud shout of the gas station attendant cut through Tanya's defences. Grimacing, she turned to face the advancing man, and couldn't help but notice the leering grin on his face. "Yer know..." he drawled, "I've heard of people worryin' about getting their fancy clothes dirty in a place like this... but stripping down to yer undies is taking it a little too far!" Tanya had no response to that, and simply tried to force a thin smile. The attendant looked to be in his 40s, and had a pudgy, hard-lived look to him that suggested a life not overflowing with simple pleasures. Tanya's bizarre costume choice seemed to be making up for some of that. Tanya's ComicCon Calamity There was simply no come-back to the man's attentions, and she was forced to just stand there and hope he wouldn't take this any further than a few crude suggestions and comments. "I'm... umm... just filling up." Tanya replied, with a completely fake small laugh that wouldn't have fooled a deaf man. "Actually..." Rachel's voice piped up from inside the car, "my friend here needs to change into an outfit. It's such a terrible shame that your ladies room is out of action! Would you mind terribly if she changed here in the forecourt?" "Our ladies room isn't out of..." the man started, before his mind managed to kick out of neutral. "Yes..." Rachel said, with extra meaning packed into every word, "as I was saying, it's a terrible, terrible shame that your ladies room is out of order... so... can my friend here... strip down and change into her outfit here... in this forecourt... perhaps with you around to make sure nothing... bad happens." Tanya's jaw dropped at Rachel's audacity, and at the implications of what she was suggesting. No, not suggesting. Tanya was learning the hard way that Rachel didn't make suggestions. She made orders. And she had the means to back up those orders. The attendant, and a couple of nearby customers who had wandered over to check out the crazy woman in her white underwear, nodded their heads mutely. Belatedly realising that a mere node might not be sufficient, the attendant managed to string together a couple of semi-coherent words in enthusiastic approval. "Yeah... sure... that... that... would be... ummm... okay!" he stammered, accidentally mastering the noble art of understatement in the process. Tanya groaned inwardly, and hung her head as she heard the click to indicate the gas tank was now full. Not waiting for Tanya to ask, Rachel promptly through out a small bag, and happily informed her that all she needed for the convention centre was inside the bag. Looking up with puppy dog eyes, Tanya felt like asking one last time if there was anything, anything at all, that Tanya could do to remedy whatever wrong that Rachel felt had been dealt to her. The look in Rachel's eyes - a mixture of cruel amusement and smug anticipation - put paid to any dying hopes Tanya might have been clinging on to. Her hands shaking, and with the leering onlookers crowding in, Tanya sunk to her knees, and fumbled at the clasp on the back of her bra. "Do yer need any help?" the attendant asked, drool practically dribbling on to this chin. Tanya shook her head furiously, and then succeeded on the third attempt to unhook her bra. With one arm protecting her breasts, she snuck the bra off, and flung it accusingly at Rachel. The woman merely caught it, laughed, and then tossed it to the watching men. With her eyes squeezed shut, and still huddled on the ground, Tanya tried to ease her panties off. Eventually, after almost falling back on a couple of occasions, she had to reluctantly stand up, and shimmy the panties down, twisting her legs to try and impede the men's view of her naked crotch. The wolf-whistles and cries of amazement informed Tanya that she was not entirely successful in achieving that. Tossing the panties at Rachel, Tanya then had to stand there while the other woman promptly throw them back to one of the men. The sight of the man then proceeding to take a massive sniff of the panties that only seconds before had been protecting her crotch from the elements, was not a sight Tanya ever wanted to see again. She stood naked, exposed, and the subject of several massive erections, in the forecourt of the strange gas station for several seconds, before her mind clicked. Dropping again to her knees, and with the wind now nipping at her most private of parts, Tanya frantically opened the bag. Inside, she was greeted with a tiny white top, a blue skirt, a big red bow, some red boots, and the most garishly red sparkling panties Tanya had ever seen. "What... what the hell is this?!" Tanya exclaimed, stunned into inactivity for a moment. "It's your Sailor Moon cosplay outfit." Rachel said, happily. Clenching her fists in frustration at her helplessness, Tanya looked once at her, then back at the bag, and then began to grab at the top. The white top looked like an ordinary blouse, but it didn't take long for Tanya to realise that either Rachel had wildly misjudged her size, or she'd been deliberately given the kiddie's version of at least parts of the outfit. With a groan, Tanya forced herself into the incredibly snug white top, which accentuated even her own small chest, while leaving her entire midriff exposed. "I think yer got the wrong size..." the attendant grunted, eyes popping out. If was a close call as to which was the sexier look - topless Tanya, or Tanya's tits struggling to stay in a top that looked like it might burst at the seams. Standing up, and treating the assembled masses to one last look at her naked crotch, Tanya then struggled into the bright red panties. Suffice it to say that the panties were also several sizes too small, and Tanya had to practically force them over her hips. The panties rested in her ass crack, and uncomfortably wedged up on both sides. At least the blue micro-skirt was the right size - even if it was incredibly short - but Tanya had her own suspicions as to why Rachel might have allowed that. Finishing up the outfit with knee-high red boots, two white arm tubes that only covered her forearms, and a big red bow on her front, Tanya stood there, feeling like an idiot, as her audience admired her. Rachel couldn't help breaking out in laughter, and the only thing that seemed to stop the men from joining her was the fact that they all seemed to be struggling with something in their own pants. Tanya felt ridiculous, and the bright red flush in her cheeks matched the exact shade of the bow and the boots. With one final indignity left to deliver, Rachel lightly tossed Tanya a blonde wig. The wig had two girly pony tails that ran down the full length of her back. Tanya had't worn her hair like that since she was a child, and as she placed it on her head, she felt like a naughty child once again. "Gentlemen!" Rachel called out, "I present to you - Sailor Moon - fresh on her way to ComicCon, where she'll be entertaining the masses with her attempts at not completely falling out of her clothes!" Even the men laughed at that, and the laughter made Tanya's ears burn with embarrassment. "Now, be a dear and go pay for the gas, please. Then we can be on our way." At that, the attendant piped up. "Hey... uhh... look, this is on the house... if you let us take a photo!" "No, no..." Tanya said quickly, finding her voice at last, "We can pay, it's only fair!" "Wait up," Rachel interjected, "you left all your money at home, so I think it's my decision as to how we pay for the gas... and you know what, I think I'll take this kind gentleman's offer up!" Tanya breathed in deeply, to try and cancel out the upcoming panic attack. She knew though that she wasn't going to escape today, in this outfit, without being photographed once at least. And at least it was better than the video of her naked ass being spanked! Grimly, Tanya took up her position with the men by the pump, and simmered as Rachel took an endless procession of photos. Tanya suspected that on several occasions Rachel had waited for the precise moment for a gust of wind to life up her dress and flash her tight red panties at the camera as well. Unable to cover up, Tanya had to just stand there and take it. Eventually, Rachel stopped, and exchanged contact details with the men so that the photos could be sent to them. As they both hopped in the car, Tanya looked around one last time. "What do you want?" Rachel asked, amused. "I want to know what this place is called." Tanya replied, flatly. "Why?" "So I know never to come here, ever again!" As the car doors slammed shut and the vehicle pulled out on to the main road, the men on the forecourt could hear Rachel's laughter peel away into the distance. ... ComicCon was already buzzing as Rachel and Tanya pulled into the carpark. While the weather back home had been terrible, at least here the sun was out and the crowd filing into the convention centre was in high spirits. Tanya had an uncomfortable feeling that Rachel had every intention of giving them something more than just comics to remember this weekend by. "What do you want me to do?" Tanya asked, cutting to the chase and not letting Rachel draw the agony out any longer than it need to be. "Well," Rachel said, indulging Tanya with a broad smile, "I have a little event tonight that needs advertising, and I suspect out the two of us, you're the best placed to get the attentions of my intended audience." She gave Tanya a conspiratorial wink, and then aimed a hard spank on Tanya's backside. Tanya yelped at the sudden impact, and looked accusingly at Rachel. "Oh, just a little reminder of what we got up to at the comic book store... just a little tap to remind you of what I have on my computer back at home..." Tanya rubbed her sore backside, and remembered all to well about how sore it was the last time Rachel had unimpeded access to her ass. Grumbling though, Tanya gave a short nod of understanding, and obediently got out of the car. She was instantly self-conscious of the humiliating cosplay outfit that she was currently sporting for anyone who cared to look in her direction. She wrapped her arms around her chest, but a gentle breeze was also playing merry havoc with her flimsy, pleated skirt, and causing it to lift up in the most inappropriate of ways. Flashes of bright red panties lit up the carpark, as Tanya tried to tug the tiny, tight materials over her tall frame. "Well, come on then!" Tanya barked at Rachel, which she immediately regretted. Rachel's eyes danced with mirth at Tanya's embarrassing predicament, and she took far longer than necessary to retrieve a bag of leaflets from the boot of the car. As Tanya danced from one foot to another, growing humiliation turning into nervous energy with every passing second, Rachel sauntered casually over to her tall, blonde-wigged companion. "Once we're inside," Rachel instructed, "you're to hand these flyers out to as many men as you can find. It's for an event tonight." Tanya looked blankly at the flyer. It seemed to be simple A4 piece of paper, except for the fact that the bottom third of the paper was folded back on itself. The result was that two thirds of the paper formed a simple envelope, and whatever was inside was safely obscured. Tanya could only easily make out what was on the top third of the paper. "A Medieval Re-enactment! All welcome! Be Prepared to Participate in a Night to Remember! Meeting Room 5 - starts 9:00pm." Rachel smirked, and added "Just a little hobby of mine. Something to write about in my webcast review of this year's ComicCon. An exclusive insight into what I imagine will be one of ComicCon's most talked-about events!" Tanya didn't like the sound of that. Warning bells were ringing through her head, and the look on Rachel's face was doing nothing to quell her disquiet. Still, Tanya also knew that Rachel already had the dirt on her, and that at least there was unlikely to be anyone she personally knew at a nerdy event like this ComicCon thing. Snatching at the flyers, Tanya gave a small pout, but nonetheless turned on her heels. She began to make her way towards the entrance, and the waiting masses of would-be perverts who would undoubtedly ogle her in this ridiculous outfit. Behind her, Rachel snorted contemptuously, and gave a short mocking round of applause. "Great job on the cosplay!" Rachel called out after Tanya, as she started to follow her statuesque servant. She idly waved two ComicCon tickets in her hand. "Best money I've spent in a long time!" she mused to herself, happily. ... Maybe it was the passage of time dulling the effects of her humiliation at the comic book store, but Tanya was rapidly coming to the conclusion that today was the most embarrassing day of her life. If she'd had the emotional distance to step back from this experience, perhaps even view it dispassionately from the outside, she might have reached the conclusion that it was standing outside, under a mostly blue sky, visible from a huge distance in most directions, that really amplified the embarrassment. Tanya stood there as the line slowly wound it's way into the convention centre, dressed up as an incredibly slutty Sailor Moon character, wishing for the all the world for the ground to swallow her up. Rachel had been an pains to explain how the show was, if Tanya understood correctly, a cartoon show, specifically one aimed at kids, and that Tanya was most certainly going to attract plenty of looks in the halls. Tanya's already battered self-confidence had plummeted further when she realised that the light breeze outside was hell-bent on playing mercilessly with the flimsy, pleated blue micro-skirt. The skirt, which allegedly constituted the "bottom-half" of her outfit, seemed merely to accentuate the ridiculousness of her current attire, with it's regular flashing of her pair of cartoonishly-bright and sparkling-red panties. That the ultra-tight red panties matched the stupid big red bow that she had to wear on her top was not a source of comfort for Tanya. Tugging disconsolately at the bottom hem of the too-short white top, Tanya tried to best to cover her stomach. All she managed to achieve though was occasionally pulling the top down so much that her boobs almost popped out, and after a few men took the opportunity to sneak a couple of photos, Tanya gave up. Tanya stumbled along as the line moved forward inch-by-inch, the knee high red boots causing even more issues for her. While she wasn't a complete stranger to high heels, the fact that the boots also covered her knees severely restrained her movement. At one point Tanya stopped to try and push the boot material down slightly, and then gave a small shriek as she realised she'd absent-mindely bent down at the waist. Looking around, she blushed deeply as she saw an obese teenager in some kind of weird furry outfit. The teenager had just been treated to an unimpeded look at her bright red cartoon panties, and his tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth at the prospect of possibly seeing more. Even worse, with the panties hugging her skin so much, Tanya had the distinct impression that someone as close as he was could probably have noticed the outline of her pussy, not to mention the fact that the material was riding up in between her ass cheeks. Trying to summon back the last of her dignity, Tanya turned back to the front in a huff, and took another couple of steps forward. Finally, after what seemed like hours of waiting, Tanya and Rachel made it to the front of the queue. The woman checking tickets took one look at Tanya and had to stifle a laugh. Tanya almost stomped her feet at that indignity. "Umm... excuse me?" Tanya said, attempting to speak in a clear and confident voice even as she felt the eyes of dozens of strangers pour all over her. "I take it that there are other people in costume too!" "Ahh... yeah, sorry about that" the woman said, before adding "it's just most of them aren't trying to fit into the kid's version of their costume!" Tanya clenched her jaw, and primly looked forward, as Rachel dealt with the ticketing issue, and then ushered them into the main convention hall. For the next hour, Tanya was paraded around the convention hall. Wherever she went, men's conversations would cease and she would - at least temporarily - become the centre of their world. Rachel smirked happily, and even didn't seem to bothered about the fact that Tanya was getting all the attention in a world that was supposed to be Rachel's domain. Rachel had pretty clear as to what Tanya had to do. There were at least one hundred pamphlets, and Tanya was forced to hand each of them out. It wasn't sufficient to just hand the pamphlets out though. With a blush so permanent people may have assumed she was wearing makeup, Tanya had to politely ask each attendee to come along. When more than one attendee asked her why she was clearly wearing such a revealing outfit, Tanya was allowed to reply in only one way. "Oh well," Tanya would say, through gritted teeth, "I'm a huge Sailor Moon fan, and ever since I was a little girl I wanted to dress just like her!" Tanya would then have to give a quick twirl, invariably resulting in her skirt lifting up and her red cartoon panties appearing for the benefit of all. Initially, she thought the humiliation would fade over time, perhaps as she became accustomed to the outfit, and dulled to the sensation of being perved at. As the pile of pamphlets slowly disappeared though, Tanya could instead only feel the humiliation building. What made the experience even worse was that Rachel was pretty clear that Tanya was prohibited from opening up the pamphlet to read it in it's entirety. Nervousness added to the embarrassment, and Tanya couldn't help but tug and twist as she tried to somehow make the outfit less. "This makes us even, right?" Tanya muttered quietly to Rachel, as the final pamphlet was handed over to a tall, spectacled man with a massive ill-kept neckbeard. "Don't worry, today will make us even." Rachel replied, with a grin. Unspoken in her response was that the day was far from over. A concerned Tanya looked hard at Rachel, trying to decipher what exactly she'd meant by that. "Now..." Rachel said, "we've got four or five hours before the event, why don't you go and..." Rachel suddenly paused mid-sentence, and tilted her head to one side. She seemed to be considering something, and weighing up whether she should do it or not. With a shrug, she continued with "Oh, what the hell. Why not?" Winking at Tanya, Rachel strolled over and tapped two men on the shoulder. With some surprise, they interrupted their conversation to see what the plain looking brunette and her super-hot, tall, blonde-wigged cosplayer friend wanted. "Excuse me sirs, can you give me two numbers, between 10 and 20?" Rachel asked, sweetily. Looking at each other in confusion, they blinked a couple of times, before one of them chimed in with "Umm... err... 11, and err, 16... umm, why?" Rachel nodded her head in thanks. "My friend here can't go to the gym today since she's come with me to ComicCon, so I figured I'd help her construct a quick ComicCon workout!" Turning back to Tanya, Rachel placed her hands on her hips. "Right, so, give me eleven star jumps, and sixteen touch-toes!" Tor threw her head back in exasperation. This woman had absolutely no sense of boundaries! Knowing that there was simply no opportunity to argue though, Tanya began to reluctantly fling her arms in the air in the most reluctant set of star jumps ever performed. She didn't have to see the audience to know that the sudden outbreak of laughter was aimed squarely at her. Her bow bobbed up and down, and the skirt pranced around her waist as she struggled through the impromptu workout. With her arms swinging up and down, Tanya could only pray that her shirt didn't lift up to high and reveal her hard nipples. The men who'd been asked for the numbers suddenly broke out into an overly enthusiastic chant, counting her down towards the finish, and Tanya tried desperately to focus on the numbers they called out and not the unbridled lust in their voices. Switching from star jumps to touch-toes, Tanya then groaned as the incredibly tight panties bunched and wedged even deeper into her crotch and ass, as she was forced to bend over and over and over. The smallest of mercies was that the discomfort of the panties at least distracted her from fretting too much on how she'd look to the growing crowd behind her. Tanya's ComicCon Calamity The count-down began again. As Tanya dropped her toes and then straightened up again, with the boots locking her knees so she had to bend at the waist, one man suddenly shouted out in a stunned voice. "Holy shit! Check out the camel toe on her!" Tanya squeezed her eyes tight as she bent down again, and switched to her own count down - a count down of seconds to go before this horrible day could be consigned to history... ... The slam of the door echoed through the empty meeting room, and felt like an audible pair of handcuffs being slapped on an increasingly worried Tanya. In the hours that had passed since her journey through the convention halls, Tanya had tried her best to forget about the humiliations in the Sailor Moon outfit. Tried, and failed. Spectacularly failed. In no small way because Rachel seemed to delight in reminding her of it at every available opportunity. The event that she'd been forced to advertise for Rachel was now only minutes away, and she'd already been forced into a costume change by her mistress. Rather than the frankly humiliating Sailor Moon cosplay outfit that she'd had to parade around the convention centre halls in, Rachel had now deemed it fit that Tanya be dressed in some kind of bizarre chainmail bikini. The ill-fitting bikini at least covered her crotch and nipples, but not much else, and Tanya felt incredibly self-conscious as the outfit slinked and slipped over the chest and ample backside. The blonde wig was gone, and now her own long red locks were evident. She imagined that she must look like one of those scantily-clad warrior princesses that she'd occasionally see grace the cover of one of Matt's comics, but she was also aware that she'd been denied any kind of weapon or shield. Tanya had literally nothing left to defend her honour, and she cowered slightly next to the shorter, yet clearly dominant Rachel. There was no crowd yet, although the room was clearly big enough to fit at least a hundred people at full capacity. Tanya looked at Rachel, and nervously asked "Umm... so, what exactly are we doing here?" Rachel just shrugged, and pointed a large wooden block that appeared to grace a nearby display table. "Oh, just a little... historical re-enactment of a fairly common scene from Medieval times!" Rachel said, slyly. Tanya's next question was rudely interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps. She gave Rachel a nervous look, and Rachel merely told her to go stand by the display table and wait. Reluctantly dragging her feet, the chainmail bikini-clad Tanya made her way over to the table. Her eyes popped out as she saw the finer details of the block. It was not the single, solid piece of wood that she'd originally mistaken it for. Instead, there were three holes spaced fairly evenly through. The middle one was larger than the first and third holes, and Tanya had guessed there would be hinge on one end before she even saw it. It didn't take a huge amount of imagination to recognise that this was an old-fashioned restraint for the neck and wrists, and Tanya had absolutely no doubt who this was intended for. Her already sour mood deteriorated even more as she noticed a second block lying nonchalantly against the display table, with two small yet prominent holes at either end. Even at the just the sight of it, Tanya could feel an uncomfortable, phantom tingling sensation around her ankles. Even as she ogled the twin restraints, she became aware that the meeting room was no longer just the sole domain of herself and Rachel. The first of their guests were arriving, chatting amongst themselves happily, and swapping news on what they'd seen at the convention so far. As they filled into the room, many of them grabbed an eyeful of Tanya in her demeaning warrior princess outfit. She subconsciously move one arm to cover her chest, while the other hand undertook the futile task of trying to cover up her crotch. This just seemed to attract more attention though, as if Tanya's obvious embarrassment was a beacon for more leering looks and appreciative stares. Tanya's heart sank further and further as more and more people made their way into the room. It was not just men either, but a few of the female attendees seemed to have come down to check it out, and Tanya was surprised to see all the amused looks that her fellow women were giving her. What did they know that she didn't? After a solid ten minutes of Tanya being made to stand in the stupid chainmail bikini, the centre of a rapidly expanding mass of onlookers, Rachel seemed to reach the conclusion that she had a large enough audience for her needs. Holding up a hand to silence the droning chatter, Rachel walked over to Tanya, and roughly grabbed her left arm. "Hear ye, hear ye!" she called out, in a voice that Tanya thought was trying far too hard to pretend to be an old Medieval town cryer. "You, the fine people of ComicCon, are witness to the public righting of a great wrong!" Rachel shouted, "Not two weeks ago, this barbarian Queen did try to steal away the men of my poor village, luring them away with her wanton, wicked ways!" "What?!" Tanya exclaimed, before being silenced by a tight squeeze on her arm. "Ouch! Hey!" Rachel shot her an evil look, and Tanya avoided her gaze as she fell silent again. "As I was saying..." Rachel continued, with venom, "This barbarian Queen did try to steal away the men who were rightfully mine! I seek justice in the truest ways of our forefathers from the Medieval Age!" Rachel let go off Tanya, and quickly fetched the wooden ankle restraints. "Verily, she has already confessed her sins!" Rachel called out, and flipped open the constraint by virtue of a hinge at one end and a latch at the other. Tanya was about to argue that point strenuously, but Rachel didn't wait for objections, and proceeded to force Tanya's legs apart so that her ankles matched the holes in the stock device. With a smooth efficiency, Rachel placed the constraint around Tanya, and abruptly closed it again. Tanya's protests were cut short by the shock of actually being locked into the device, and Tanya's head began to swim with the realisation that Rachel was about to have complete control over her body. This situation had passed through the realms of "Tanya has lost control", and was careening into a whole new world of total surrender. "In the time honoured tradition!" Rachel was continuing, while Tanya processed the perils of her current predicament, "I will place this sinner, this wench, this barbarian slut, into a stocks and pillory! From there, let the justice of the righteous wreak their vengeance!" Tanya was having a hard time even following the words, let alone do anything about what Rachel had in mind for them next. Rachel reached over to the larger wooden constraint, and initially tried to lift it up. It was clearly quite heavy though, and after a moment, Rachel seemed to think slightly better of it. Instead, she smugly handed Tanya one of the invites, and nodded her head at the wrist and neck restraint. Her meaning was clear as day. Tanya would be the one to apply her own humiliating devices to herself. Before she did though, Tanya looked down at the invite. Unlike earlier in the day, this invite was opened, so that the entire A4 poster was now visible. A cold sensation ran down Tanya's back as she read the full text of the invite. "A Medieval Re-enactment! All welcome! Be Prepared to Participate in a Night to Remember! Meeting Room 5 - starts 9:00pm. Watch as I play the role of a Barbarian Queen, caught red-handed breaking the laws of the land! Come help re-enact an old style Public Humiliation, and help make sure Justice is Served!" Tanya gulped hard as the full evidence of her own complicity hit her in the face. Furiously blushing, she could no longer avoid reaching the most obvious of conclusions. She'd just spent all that time in the convention centre halls wandering around, handing out invites to a massive number of people, trying to convince them to take part in her own total, complete, irreversible public embarrassment. "And now!" Rachel thundered, "with the Barbarian Bitch's feet in the Stocks, it's time for her to wear the Pillory, and to submit to the Punishments our Laws demand!" Tanya's head drooped in resignation at her fate as she felt the wooden pillory close around her neck. The painful awareness that once again she'd been tricked into a humiliating situation felt like a sharp slap to the face. Worse yet, she'd allowed herself to be taken down this path, and been led like a mindless sheep into this trap. As she looked up and saw the gawking faces of her eager audience, she instantly knew that any experience at the comic book store was about to pale in comparison. With her head and hands now locked in the medieval restraint, Rachel unceremoniously pulled Tanya to a simple vertical wooden pole. With no explanation or thought to Tanya's comfort, her tormentor then forced Tanya to bend slightly. With a sinking realisation of Rachel's intentions, Tanya sensed the hinged frame that currently constrained her hands and neck slip into position on the vertical pole. A simple wooden peg was all Rachel needed to seal Tanya's embarrassment, and combine the restraint and the pole into a device single-mindedly aimed at humiliating it's occupant. Now she was locked to the spot, in a pose that would once have been a common sight across the cities, towns and villages of medieval Europe, Tanya could only pray that the tiny garments she was still wearing would be ignored. That the sheer embarrassment of her helplessness would sate Rachel's appetite. That the bright red flush that now seemed a permanent feature of Tanya's cheeks would satisfy her lust for revenge. It took less than a minute for Tanya to realise such hopes were forlorn. That was the amount of time it took for Rachel to proudly parade in front of her, waving a suspicious looking object in her hand, while flashing an evil smirk at the waiting crowd. Spinning on the balls of her feet, Rachel eyes practically twinkled. "Ladies and gentlemen!" she announced, breaking character from her Medieval town cryer and switching back to plain, old, vindictive Rachel, "we have here, a faithful re-enactment of a old-style public justice!" With her face bathed in the glow of total victory, Rachel took a couple of small steps towards the hapless, helpless Tanya, and proudly indicated a large cloth bag that had up to now remained unnoticed under a table several feet away. "In a moment, I will be giving each of you small gift. However..." Rachel said, waggling her finger in a matronly way, "these aren't gifts for you... oh no! These are gifts for our slutty sinner here!" Rachel turned and faced Tanya again and held her gaze for a few seconds, before sauntering casually over to the bag and retrieving a small round object. She placed her other mysterious object back on the table, and made her way back to a visibly nervous Tanya. The bound woman strained to see what Rachel was carrying, and it was only when Rachel was right on top of her that Tanya realised the small round object was a simple, red, ripe tomato. The redness of the tomato almost perfectly matched Tanya's own red hair, which was a crazy thought for Tanya to muse on at this exact point in time. Crazy times call for crazy thoughts though. Looking desperately at Rachel, Tanya realised only seconds before she was hit what Rachel intended to do with the tomato. With a satisfied smirk still spread across her face, Rachel reached up and smeared the tomato into Tanya's face, pressing it in and laughing as the fruit's flesh and juice mushed across her prisoner's mouth and chin. Tanya had started to protest at this final indignity, but the tomato to the mouth caused her to splutter and shut her lips as tight as she could. Unable even to protest, Tanya could merely stand there while bits of the tomato took unceremoniously to her face, and other bits dripped off and fell to the floor at her feet. Once Rachel removed her hand, Tanya spat out a few chunks of tomato, and glared defiantly at the woman. "Fine!" Tanya finally managed to say, "You've had your fun... now let me go!" She tried to back up the defiance in her eyes with a steely determination in her voice, but the crack in her tone betrayed her sense of impending doom. Rachel tutted disapprovingly, and looked over her shoulder at their audience. "Tanya, Tanya, Tanya!" she replied, "Always thinking of yourself, and never of others." She pointed at the bag, and there was a biting edge to her voice as she continued. "I may have had my fun, but there are plenty of people here who haven't yet had their turn..." Tanya groaned, and realised that Rachel fully intended on subjecting her to countless more tomatoes from the array of men and women, a mob that was beginning to sense an opportunity and was rapidly losing it's own inhibitions. Handing a tomato to the nearest member of the audience - a large, obese man who was probably only in his twenties even if he looked like he was in his forties - Rachel clapped in delight as the tomato was then hurled at it's intended target. The man's aim was clumsy, and his throwing arm betrayed too many years behind a computer and not enough metres on the sports field. As such Tanya was able to see the tomato coming, and angle her head so that the tomato at least smashed into the side of her head, where it didn't quite have the same impact. Rachel's laughter switched to friendly mocking of the man's attempt, but she quickly silenced his protests by holding up a single hand, and pointing again at the table. As bad as the tomatoes were though, Rachel had one more surprise in store for Tanya. Returning back to the table, Rachel retrieved the object she'd carried earlier, and held it high over her head. With tomato still covering her face, Tanya couldn't quite make out what Rachel was carrying, until she stood directly in front of her and practically stuck it under nose. Peering down her nose, Tanya got a sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach as she came to the realisation that Rachel was carrying some kind of blunt, steel, smooth hook, with a thin rope connected to one end. "Now, now," Rachel said, with a wink, "we can't have to trying to dodge the tomatoes, now can we?" Tanya's mouth went dry as she tried to guess what Rachel could possible be thinking of doing with the hook and the rope. She wasn't given long to wonder though, as Rachel wordlessly took long strands of Tanya's hair, and fashioned a knot with the end of the thin rope. Tanya reacted in surprise, and grunted in pain as she felt her hair yank and jerk with the tying of the knot. Tanya at least kept hold of the hook, which would have swung quickly to the ground and threatened to tear her hair out if the woman had been motivated to let go. As her night found new ways to deteriorate, Tanya closed her eyes as she imagined Rachel's end game. Clearly Rachel was going to hook Tanya's hair back, probably connecting it to the back of the pillory, so she'd be unable to move her head properly, and would be unable to take even the smallest evasive moves to avoid the full impacts of the tomatoes... Tanya's final, complete, abject humiliation seemed finally to have been finished off with a healthy dose of embarrassing bondage. "You're... you're going to hook my head back to the stand... aren't you..." Tanya whispered, a sense of defeat underlining her words. Rachel looked shocked. "What?!" she said, with seeming incredulousness, "Hook your head back to the stand?" Rachel shook her head slowly, pausing for a few seconds so as to build up a small pool of impossible hope in Tanya's eyes, before leaning in. "Why waste a perfectly good hook on a piece of inanimate wood!" she whispered, so that only Tanya could hear. Before Tanya could process what Rachel could possibly have meant though, Rachel disappeared from view, and Tanya could hear her walking around the bound woman until she was directly behind her. Tanya deciphered Rachel's meaning at the exact same moment that she felt Rachel's hands take a firm grasp of her chainmail bikini bottoms. Unable to fight back, Tanya could only stand there, wiggling her ass in an entirely useless way as Rachel yanked the bottoms down, until they rested just above her knees. With the stocks forcing Tanya's feet apart, Rachel couldn't get the bottoms down to Tanya's ankles, but she didn't need to, to achieve the desired effect. Panicking as she was, Tanya didn't even think to query how this was even remotely historically accurate. With an idle flick of the fingers, Rachel undid the clasp on Tanya's bra, and the uncomfortable "armour" flopped uselessly down, revealing Tanya's perky breasts to all around. "Could I please have half of you come around to the back please?" Rachel asked her audience, sweetly. The echo of feet on the floor reverberated as well over half of the assembled men hurried to the back, so as to get the best view of Tanya's completely exposed rear. Once barely a third of the audience was left at the front, Rachel raised a hand, and indicated that everyone should now stay where they were. "Okay, okay, that's enough people!" Rachel said, before holding aloft the hook one last time. "Now, to speed up my friend's punishment here, we'll be pelting her with tomatoes from both ends..." To demonstrate this fact, Rachel took aim from close range, and unleashed a tomato on Tanya's unprotected right ass cheek. Tanya yelped as the tomato hit, and then grunted as Rachel yanked the rope that was connected to her hair. "... and because my friend here might be tempted to try to avoid your rightful application of tomatoey justice, we'll just make sure that she isn't thinking about any attempts at evasion." Rachel gave Tanya a forceful spank on the backside, and then spread Tanya's cheeks wide open. Tanya's eyes shot wide open as Rachel's full intentions finally swam into her mind. Oh sh... Tanya thought, but she couldn't even finish her expletive before she felt the smooth hook begin to press against her anus. The smallest of mercies was that Rachel had thought to lubricate the hook, and the smooth blunt object was pushed in gradually with a surprising gentleness. Even Rachel seemed to have limits on how much pain she was out to deliver. No, this wasn't about pain, Tanya knew, this was just about overwhelming, unforgettable, dignity-crushing revenge. Even more galling, it was revenge for an act Tanya was barely even responsible for in the first place! The hook was edged deeper and deeper into Tanya's ass, as the tall red-head just stood there and helplessly accepted the object's insertion. She groaned and gasped several times, but a tiny part of her resolved not to give Rachel the satisfaction of asking her to stop. Instead, she gritted her teeth and waited for the embarrassment to play itself out to it's inevitable conclusion. After what seemed like an eternity, Rachel seemed satisfied that the hook was firmly positioned, and then tightened the rope on the hook so that Tanya's head was pulled back. Even bent over as she was, Tanya now had to keep her head pulled back, essentially making it unavoidable that she'd be directly facing the audience. Any attempt to move her head suddenly, or even move her ass in a futile attempt to avoid the pelting tomatoes, would either cause the hook to shift uncomfortably inside her derriere, or yank her hair in a painful fashion. Rachel came back around to face Tanya, and leaned down slightly so they were eye to eye. Tanya could see victory etched into Rachel's stare. Locked into the pillory, with her ass and hair tied together so that she had to arch her ass up and keep her head pulled back, Tanya was the dictionary definition of helplessness. Tanya's ComicCon Calamity Rachel let the audience soak in Tanya's predicament for a few more seconds, and in Tanya's exposed position, she could practically smell the horniness emanating from the crowd of ComicCon attendees. And then the first tomato arrived, smacking into Tanya's face. It wasn't alone for long, and three more flew into Tanya's upraised backside. With each impact, Tanya involuntarily flinched, causing her hair to tug, causing the hook to shift slightly, and causing Tanya to grimace even more. Then the quiet before the storm broke, and Tanya was suddenly swarmed by a blur of tomatoes, soaking her in sticky red juice, with fruit flesh dangling off her face, her backside, and other parts of her body where the less physically able of attendees had widely thrown their "gift for Tanya". Amidst it all, Tanya stood stock still, the sounds of tomatoes thwacking into her still not loud enough to drown out the sound of Rachel's laughter. Nor was a face full of tomato enough to stop Tanya from noticing that the woman who'd so kindly invited her to ComicCon was now on her phone, framing up Tanya for a photo. "Now if this doesn't get the guys back at the store to pay attention to my webcast reviews of ComicCon," Rachel said confidently, "I simply don't know what will!" **** The bag of tomatoes was exhausted in little under five minutes, even if to Tanya it might have seemed like a lifetime. After she was completely covered in the gooey, ripe, red tomatoes, Rachel finally ushered the audience out, thanking them loudly as she did. Without speaking a word, Rachel then proceeded to slowly let Tanya out of the stocks, teasing her ass by pulling the hook out with a deliberately pronounced slowness. As the hook slipped out though, Rachel quickly untied the knot with Tanya's hair, and casually flung the device to the ground. The ring as the metal hit the floor filled the suddenly quiet and empty room. Knocking the peg out that connected the pillory to the pole, Rachel then flipped the latch, and for the first time in what seemed like ages, Tanya was free to extract herself from her restraints. She just stood there, dripping with ripe tomato in front of Rachel, mute, and clearly waiting further instruction. Rachel merely smiled. "Well, I suppose I should help you clean up." Rachel said, with a shrug. Walking over to a corner of the meeting room, Rachel extracted a pail of water from where it had been hidden in the shadows. Slowly, but with great purpose, Rachel walked back to Tanya, letting each footfall echo in the hall. Even though Tanya knew what was coming, the sudden shock of having a pail of ice cold water emptied over her head still cut through and caused her to yelp out loud. The stickiness of the tomatoes was suddenly replaced by the sensory overload of having ice water cascading over the body, finding every sensitive part of her body, and making her already rock hard nipples turn into veritable diamond-cutters. With her red-hair now plastered against her face, Tanya was reduced to standing naked, shivering and in shock, as Rachel proceeded to take one last photo for the official records. Throwing a towel into Tanya's face, Rachel then turned on her heels and headed for the exit. Just as she reached the door, she looked back over her shoulder. "We're leaving for home tomorrow at 5:00pm. Don't be late. You won't want to miss the ride back. In fact, why don't we do breakfast together at 8:00am? I'm sure we have a lot to talk about..." With one last wink, the self-confessed comic geek blew the tall, slim Tanya a kiss, and left the soaking wet red-head to find her own way back to their room... ======== All comments and messages are welcome. 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