Waking up hours later in the hotel room

Tanya opened her eyes experimentally, escaping from several unpleasant dreams. Groaning, she rolled on to one side.

"Mitchell." she mumbled, reaching out for where her boyfriend would probably be lying. Her hand groped at thin air.

"Mitchell?" she said again, more clearly this time, and squinting towards the bedroom door. As the clouds began to lift on Tanya's consciousness though, she began to realise that the door she was now peering at looked nothing like her bedroom door. She rolled over again, and as her sense of touch returned from the depths of a deep sleep, she realised that she was wearing something strange under the bed sheets.

In that split-second, it struck her that the nightmares she had just woken from were no nightmares. They were the official historical record of the past few weeks!

Tanya shot up out of bed, her eyes opening wide in shock.

"Holy shit!" she swore, openly, as the last few seconds of breakfast began to replay themselves in her mind.

Looking around the room in a mild state of panic, she finally noticed the shape of a woman sitting at a nearby desk. It was Rachel. Closing her eyes, and throwing her head back on the pillow, Tanya swore again. Of course it had to be Rachel.

"Hey sleepy!" her tormentor said, with a bright and cheery voice, "I was beginning to wonder when you'd wake up!"

Tanya groaned. "How long have I been asleep?" she asked.

"Oh, well, five or six hours. Those sleeping pills you tried to slip me must have been pretty strong!"

Tanya put a hand to her head, and felt her forehead where a mild headache was only now beginning to receded. The lack of sleep the night before added with the potency of the sleeping pills must have knocked her completely out for a while.

"Look, about that..." Tanya started to say, reaching one hand under the bed covers and fearing she'd find no clothes. She was somewhat shocked to find something that felt very much like a coat!

"Oh, don't worry about it," Rachel said dismissively, "after last night you needed a rest, and anyway, it gave me time to make a few calls and get our next little adventure ready!"

Tanya leaned up, forcing herself up on her elbows. Peering accusingly at Rachel, she said "What do you mean? You had your **** for what I had to do at your store. You can fucking forget about us doing anything else together. I'm sorry about the pills, but..."

"Ah, ah, ah!" Rachel admonished, waving a finger up to stop Tanya in mid-sentence, "Do you really want to give up now?" Rachel stood up gracefully, and then grabbed her phone off the desk. Walking over to where Tanya still laid in bed, Rachel tapped a few buttons and then turned the screen to face her bed-bound captive.

Tanya's heart sank as she saw the video now playing out on the small screen. A red-head, in clear shot and obviously identifiable as Tanya, was being pelted by tomatoes while naked. Then, the camerawoman appeared to track around to take in her exposed and constrained ass, and humiliatingly zoomed in on the smooth metal hook embedded deep in her backside. Then, as a crowning embarrassment to the degradation, the camera pivoted down, and Tanya found herself staring at her own crotch. A pussy that - and Tanya swore she wasn't turned on this much at the time itself - looked sopping wet from what treatment she'd been receiving.

Tanya shook her head.

"Now..." Rachel was continuing, even as Tanya tried to shut out the memories being triggered, "... we can certainly drive back home today... Of course I'll give you back the store video like I promised. I'm a woman of my word." Rachel said, primly.

Tanya just looked at her blankly.

"... and anyway," Rachel smirked, "why would I need the store video when I can upload your last night's punishment to the web?"

Tanya groaned, and gave her a pleading look.

"Come on! That's not fair!"

Rachel shrugged. "Well, of course, if you continue to amuse me, maybe I can see my way to not sending the draft email with the attachment that I've already mostly written to your mom..."

Tri gasped. It was one thing to have her humiliation put on the web for men world wide to gawk at her. At least her family was sufficiently and blissfully unaware of the Internet to stumble across it too soon. But to have it sent directly to her mom!

"No... no.... no way!" Tanya said, stumbling over the words in horror.

Rachel merely laughed.

"Get out of bed!"

Rachel's tone suddenly changed from conversational to commanding, and Tanya only paused for a few seconds before struggling out from underneath the bed covers, and swinging her legs on to the floor. Standing up, she realised that while she'd been fast asleep, Rachel had seen fit to switch her old clothing for a simple, knee-length, severe grey rain coat, with a long belt.

Tanya looked at the outfit in confusion, and began to experimentally pull at the belt.