Tanya's Disasterous Day

[This is a direct sequel to "Tanya's ComicCon Calamity", and also ties in with "The Web of Embarrassment".]

The early morning sun was already streaming into the food hall as a growing crowd of convention goers milled around, browsing over the available breakfast options and catching up on what everyone had been doing the night before.

A tall red-head, dressed simply and unobtrusively in a t-shirt and slacks, stood in the door way and surveyed the scene playing out in front of her. Her face was partly obscured by a hat and a pair of sunglasses that she'd acquired from one of the few stalls that was openly selling things this early in the day, and she if anyone had asked she'd have been unable to say what - if anything - the logo on the hat was supposed to be symbolic of.

Right now it served one purpose, and one purpose only, and that was to provide a merciful degree of anonymity in a crowd that was all too intimately familiar with Tanya's naked body.

After a few more seconds of scanning the crowd, Tanya finally spotted her target, and she took a few hesitant steps into the hall. Seeing Rachel brought back a flood of memories that were far too raw. Raw from happening only yesterday, and raw from knowing that they'd stay with her for years to come. She grimaced, and stooped her shoulders as a couple of guys she vaguely recognised from last night walked by, lost in animated conversation.

Raising her eyes back to where Rachel was currently digging into breakfast, Tanya took a deep breath, and made her way to one of the nearby breakfast counters. Rachel was - even from this distance - clearly drinking orange juice, and Tanya quickly poured a glass full of orange juice for herself. Gathering up a few other breakfast items with a disinterested randomness, Tanya then cast an eye around her.

Thankfully, no-one was looking at her right now. Quite a few guys seemed to be checking out their phones, and Tanya shivered at the thought that she'd heard and seen more than a few phone cameras take snaps of her humiliating predicament last night. Tanya's exhibition of medieval justice would surely be a major talking point for the ComicCon convention today.

Tanya tried to discretely huddle over her glass of orange juice, and pulled a handful of small pills from a pocket in her slacks. It was safe to say Tanya hadn't slept much last night. Not after having been pelted by tomatoes while naked, her head tied to - and pulled back by - a smooth metal hook embarrassingly inserted into her ass by the very woman that Tanya was now intent on wreaking revenge.

The pills slipped into the orange juice, and quickly dissolved. For the first time in days a small smile danced across Tanya's face. Thanks to an early morning secret mission to an open-all-hours pharmacy, the sleeping pills Tanya had acquired would be a vital opening gambit in her elaborate plan. It may have taken every last cent she'd managed to scrounge together from what little Rachel had permitted her to have, but if this went to plan, then it would easily qualify as the best money she'd ever spent.

Quickly twirling the glass, Tanya's heartbeat raced as she saw the final traces of the dissolvable pills fade away into the juice. A lump in her throat betrayed the fact that this was new territory for the otherwise amiable red-head, but new territory seemed to something she was making a habit of exploring recently. Always reluctantly, she thought, bitterly.

Satisfied that the juice now looked pleasingly innocent, Tanya clenched her jaw, turned to face her nemesis one more time, and then set off to join the bitch.

Rachel didn't even bother looking up as Tanya approached, although Tanya was not making any attempt to hide her approach and she sensed the other woman knew she was there.

Tanya came to a stop at the table, and put the tray of breakfast food down gently, fearful of spilling the orange juice. Rachel's mouth suddenly creased in an amused smile, and she slowly raised her gaze to meet her companion.

"Good to see you Tanya. I was wondering when you'd join me for breakfast. Hope you slept well."

Tanya forced a rejoining smile on her own face. "Oh, you know, something about a strange bed always makes it difficult to get as many hours as you need."

Rachel merely laughed at that, and pushed the chair opposite back with her foot. "Sit down." she said, clearly more of an instruction than a request for company. Tanya complied though, and quickly took her place at the table.

'You wouldn't believe some of the things I've heard people talking about!" Rachel whispered conspiratorially, mischief twinkling in her eyes.

Tanya didn't rise to the bait, but Rachel pushed on anyway. "Apparently some complete slut exposed herself to a large crowd of guys, after having invited them all to see her punishments."

Tanya's smile flickered, but she forced it back on to her features, and tried to ignore the sensation of her cheeks turning red.

"Well, there's always two sides to every story." she replied, carefully choosing her words.

"True." Rachel seemed to concede, before giving a short laugh, and continuing with "In this case there was her front side and her back side. And you won't believe what I heard she'd had inserted into her backside!"

Tanya cast her eyes down involuntarily, determination at seeing through her plan for revenge wilting slightly under the pressure of hearing Rachel talk so openly about her previous embarrassments.

"Take for instance, those two guys over there." Rachel said, conversationally, pointing in the vague direction of the food bar with a lazy waft of her fork. "I heard them say she even provided the tomatoes for her audience, because it was like, some weird fetish of hers or something."

Tanya's ears burned at the allegation, and she stole a look over at the food bar. It was two of the guys Tanya had seen fawning over their phones, and Tanya had the sinking feeling that it wasn't the latest performance by some actor or actress that they were debating over. No, as Tanya looked on at them agonisingly, she couldn't help but mentally picture them masturbating over her latest performance instead.

Still, Tanya thought, trying desperately to regain some measure of composure, maybe this was an opening of sorts. Dragging her eyes back to Rachel, she let some meekness become evident in her body language.

"Do... do you think those guys over there recognise me?" Tanya whispered, looking at a part of the room directly behind Rachel's left shoulder.

Rachel turned to look, and cast an appraising eye over the men behind her.

"Well," she said while keeping her eyes on three fat gentlemen gawking over something on one of the men's tablets, "they definitely seem to have found something memorable from there convention experience so far."

"And," Rachel continued, turning back to face Tanya, "it's only day one! Imagine would could happen today!" The woman's evil smile sent shivers down Tanya's spine, even as she struggled to get her heart rate down from the rapid pounding she could currently feel. Tanya had just about managed to switch the orange juices around a split second before Rachel had turned back.

With overwhelming relief, Tanya realised that she'd just managed to pull off step one on her revenge mission.

Smiling warmly at Rachel, Tanya leaned in. "Absolutely! I can definitely imagine a couple of things they'll be enjoying today!" She had to mask the fiery look in her eyes though. Tanya briefly reprimanded herself as she felt a flicker of anger sweep over her face - she couldn't give away that a reversal was on the cards.

Tanya took a sip out of her orange juice, and even managed to take a bite out of her food. Keeping her eyes down, she nonetheless felt a moment of triumph pick up her spirits as she saw Rachel reach for her own drink. The drink Tanya had spiked and just switched. The woman took a couple of swigs, and Tanya's spirits soared as her tormentor finally placed an empty glass back on the table between them.

They continued on in silence for a few minutes, simply eating and letting the background noise around them build as more of the convention goers started to flood in for the exhibits of day two.

Then, to Tanya's great satisfaction, Rachel suddenly seemed to stop and blink a few times. Tanya's pulse leapt up a few notches as the woman across the table from her shook her head, as if to try and clear her mind of something.

Then, Rachel looked at Tanya and Tanya could see confusion in her eyes.

"What... what was in the drink?!" she demanded, trying to hold herself together even as her body began to show signs of giving up.

"Ohh..." Tanya said with a snarl of triumphant satisfaction , "Just a sleeping pill or four... don't worry though. I'll make sure you're well looked after while you have a sleep!"

Tanya's mind raced ahead to the degradations she'd be able to inflict upon Rachel once she had access to her phone, her wallet, her room, and - most importantly - her body. A whole new world of revenge opened up in front of her, and seemed to welcome Tanya as the land's new Empress of Embarrassment.

Then, as she tried to focus on the increasingly sleepy Rachel, Tanya suddenly felt her own head begin to swim. Damn it, she thought, skipping sleep last night wasn't going to ruin her day! She blinked herself a few times, and opened her mouth to cast a few more threats and insults Rachel's way. As her jaw hung open though, she couldn't seem to find the words or the strength to utter them.

Shaking her head again, her own sense of confusion began to build, and through hazy eyes, she was puzzled when Rachel's own body language suddenly switched.

"Oh Tanya." Rachel said, almost sweetly. "Did you really think that was going to work?"

"What... what do... you... mean..." Tanya said, struggling to keep her eyes open.

Rachel leaned back in her chair, now a picture of cruel concentration. "Did you really think that I wouldn't notice you switch my juice around?" Rachel waved a hand at the glasses between the two women. "I mean, one was even clearly more full than the other!"

"No.... no...." Tanya said, as hours of missed sleep mercilessly mingled with what was clearly the tainted orange juice to create an irresistible cocktail of sleepiness.

"You're so damn predictable!" Rachel continued, gleefully, "I even made the small precaution of switching the orange juices around when you looked at those two guys over at the breakfast bar!"

Rachel threw her head back and unleashed an extremely unfriendly laugh, before leaning in close to Tanya's face as the final ebbs of her resistance crumbled in the face of the sleeping pills.

"Congratulations Tanya! You switched the sleeping pills back to your own side. Fuck, you just had the deciding hand in sealing you own damn fate, bitch!"

As Tanya's heavy eyes closed for the final time, several unspoken words tied on her lips. "Oh, s...."

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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 revenge 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.

"STOP!" Rachel commanded abruptly. "You will only touch the clothing when _I_ given you permission too!"

Tanya's hands flew down to her side, and she managed a meek look of apology.

"Now." Rachel continued, slowly returning her voice back to normal. "We're going to play a game in the convention hall!" She clapped her hands at that, and her face went from reprimanding to excited in the flash of a moment.

Tanya just look back in mute and blank comprehension.

Rachel was already in the process of continuing though. "We'll go play a game called 'guess the secret password! We'll give our contestants a series of phrases to choose from, and if they guess which one is the secret password, they win a prize!"

Tanya shrugged in confusion, clearly not following what the hell Rachel was going on about. She did have a small sense though that she was going to be intimately involved with the "prize", and she most certainly wasn't looking forward to that.

"Come on then," Rachel ordered her, satisfied that Tanya was now both awake and ready for what was to come, "I've already made all the necessary preparations for today, so we can get right into it. I know you'd hate to wait!"

Tanya closed her eyes, breathed deeply, and tried to calm her jangled nerves. As Rachel opened the door, and beckoned for her to leave, Tanya began to try and mentally prepare herself for what was going to happen next. Only, it would have helped immeasurably to know exactly what that was!

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Tanya stood dumbly in front a group of sweaty, overweight guys, dressed in a large heavy coat, and wondering where exactly Rachel was taking this little task. Rachel herself was already busily in conversation with the men, who were pausing every few seconds to look over at Tanya.

She had the uncomfortable feeling that Rachel had left her nothing under the coat - at the very least she couldn't feel any bra and panties, and she was all too aware that Rachel was offering a "prize" to the person who could guess the right password. Tanya didn't have to be a genius to know what that prize might be. A free, close-up look at Tanya's goodies!

She sniffed, and tried to identify exactly how she'd managed to get herself into such a dire predicament. She was coming up with a short list of people to blame, led chiefly by her boyfriend Mitchell, when Rachel stopped her explanation.

"So," she was finishing up, "if you guess the correct phrase off the game board, you win your prize. Five dollars to play!" she added, confidently.

The men looked at each other, and in unison reached for their wallets. Once Tanya had five dollars from all four of them, Rachel turned to face Tanya.

"Okay, girlfriend. Show these nice men the game board!"

Tanya just shrugged. She had no idea what Rachel was talking about and wasn't in the mood to make this any easier. "I don't have any game board. You didn't give me anything."

Rachel looked back at the men with an apologetic smile, and then addressed Tanya again.

"Sweetie, the game board is inside your coat."

A little bit of the fight went out of Tanya at that point. She knew with a sinking feeling that to get the game board out of the coat, she end up having to undo it, and flash these guys. It went without saying that she'd almost certainly be completely naked underneath.

Looking deeply at Rachel for a few moments, Tanya then sighed and resigned herself to the inevitable. Tanya knew that there was no way Rachel was going to back down from her demands.

Fumbling at the belt, Tanya reluctantly undid it. She was tempted to try and turn her back to the guys and extract whatever game board Rachel had hidden inside without them looking. Even she knew Rachel wouldn't allow that though.

With a grumble, she pulled back one side. Two of the guys whistled appreciatively as one of Tanya's boobs popped into view. Quickly reaching inside Tanya had a feel around, but her hands came up empty. For clothing and for the game board.