More ridicule from the crowd

The pull of the chain on Tanya's neck set her skin on fire, with both the harsh cold of the hard metal and the searing heat of embarrassment competing for attention. With every "step" she made, Tanya could also feel the rough carpet on her unprotected elbows and knees, and she ached to free her wrists and ankles from their cruel binds.

Still onwards Tanya was yanked, and each comment that reached her ears was burned into the deepest darkest recesses of her memory. Rachel was in no rush though, and meandered through the hall, making small talk with a couple of people she apparently knew.

Rachel was busily explaining Tanya's current clothing choices as being an "****" form of cosplay while Tanya kept mutely quiet and tried to drown out the amazed commentary and overwhelming laughter that seemed to come at her from all sides.

She heard "bitch slut!" more than a few times, and the feral nature of the crowd truly rocked Tanya's world.

More than a few comments of "nice bitch!" and "can she fetch my bone!" broke through her weak attempts at a meditative defence, and Tanya was likewise shocked at how no-one apparently came to ask if she was okay.

Then she heard a voice ring out. "Hey, that's the lady from the medieval punishment last night!"

Tanya groaned openly, and involuntarily looked in the direction the voice was coming from.

"Yeah," a reply came, "I remember her now! Of course, I was behind her so didn't recognise her with ass with panties on. Hahahaha!"

Tanya was all to painfully aware that the tiny thong she was currently wearing barely qualified as underwear. She went to make a retort, but the muddled state of her mind meant the words didn't form properly, and instead the noise simply came out as a low growl.

Much to her embarrassment and chagrin, this only prompted more hollering and laughter from what seemed to be a larger and larger contingent of onlookers.

Tanya then felt someone - presumably Rachel - reach down and roughly feel her crotch. The touch of a hand made Tanya jump in surprise, and some of the nearby guys gasped in amazement as Rachel seemed to turn to address them.

"Well, I can tell you boys that she'd pretty wet from doing all this, but I'm afraid this show's over for now... we'll see what we can do about an evening performance!"

That last comment got plenty of cheers, despite Tanya vigorously shaking her head in denial.

Tanya swore this wasn't turning her on though. The humiliation, the degradation, the unbelievable helplessness of her current situation and the way that these nerds were checking her out so cruelly... surely... no... Rachel was lying...

As the thong snapped back though, Tanya couldn't help but feel that the heat wasn't just burning in her face though, and the damp material seemed to slide easily on her crotch.

"Come on." Rachel said, clearly loving all the attention they - and more specifically Tanya - were getting. "As much as you're loving this, we've got somewhere else to be!"

As they continued on their way, a few more choruses of "bitch slut" rang out behind them...