Placed In A Pillory

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 **** 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 **** 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 ****.

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.