The Fruit Throwing Begins

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.