Walked like a dog

Rachel seemed to have some final destination in mind as she led the restrained and degraded Tanya on a parade through the main convention hall.

As they'd walked out of the meeting room, they'd clearly passed some guys who'd been hanging around nearby, as she'd heard their loud shouts of surprise at seeing a woman parading around the ComicCon in such a degrading costume.

"Holy fuck Mike!" came the laughing, squeaky voice of what sounded very much like a teenage boy. "Check that shit out!"

"Bitch slut!" came another loud voice.

Tanya sank her head in shame, even as she struggled onwards on her makeshift "legs", and unsuccessfully tried to avoid the thought that the guys would be staring at her swaying, thong-covered ass as she hobbled away.

"Take a picture, take a picture!" a voice replied, equally nasally, and undoubtedly possessed by some pimple-faced virgin, Tanya bitterly thought.

As had happened yesterday, time began to lose meaning as she felt the world close in around her. The hall was still busy, and it seemed Rachel had managed with unerring accuracy to pick a time between major sessions so that her humiliation would be maximised to as many people as possible.

When she heard a couple of guys bark, Tanya wanted to stop and curl up in a ball, but Rachel's pulling on the chain meant she would have no such respite.

Tanya's other senses screamed with overload as the blindfold continued to deny any ability to see who was witnessing her latest humiliation.