Not to the wood, no. (Tanya is stripped)

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 ****. Even more galling, it was **** 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.

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!"