Tanya's Disasterous Day

The pull of the chain on Tanya's neck set her skin on fire, with both the harsh cold of the hard metal and the searing heat of embarrassment competing for attention. With every "step" she made, Tanya could also feel the rough carpet on her unprotected elbows and knees, and she ached to free her wrists and ankles from their cruel binds.

Still onwards Tanya was yanked, and each comment that reached her ears was burned into the deepest darkest recesses of her memory. Rachel was in no rush though, and meandered through the hall, making small talk with a couple of people she apparently knew.

Rachel was busily explaining Tanya's current clothing choices as being an "extreme" form of cosplay while Tanya kept mutely quiet and tried to drown out the amazed commentary and overwhelming laughter that seemed to come at her from all sides.

She heard "bitch slut!" more than a few times, and the feral nature of the crowd truly rocked Tanya's world.

More than a few comments of "nice bitch!" and "can she fetch my bone!" broke through her weak attempts at a meditative defence, and Tanya was likewise shocked at how no-one apparently came to ask if she was okay.

Then she heard a voice ring out. "Hey, that's the lady from the medieval punishment last night!"

Tanya groaned openly, and involuntarily looked in the direction the voice was coming from.

"Yeah," a reply came, "I remember her now! Of course, I was behind her so didn't recognise her with ass with panties on. Hahahaha!"

Tanya was all to painfully aware that the tiny thong she was currently wearing barely qualified as underwear. She went to make a retort, but the muddled state of her mind meant the words didn't form properly, and instead the noise simply came out as a low growl.

Much to her embarrassment and chagrin, this only prompted more hollering and laughter from what seemed to be a larger and larger contingent of onlookers.

Tanya then felt someone - presumably Rachel - reach down and roughly feel her crotch. The touch of a hand made Tanya jump in surprise, and some of the nearby guys gasped in amazement as Rachel seemed to turn to address them.

"Well, I can tell you boys that she'd pretty wet from doing all this, but I'm afraid this show's over for now... we'll see what we can do about an evening performance!"

That last comment got plenty of cheers, despite Tanya vigorously shaking her head in denial.

Tanya swore this wasn't turning her on though. The humiliation, the degradation, the unbelievable helplessness of her current situation and the way that these nerds were checking her out so cruelly... surely... no... Rachel was lying...

As the thong snapped back though, Tanya couldn't help but feel that the heat wasn't just burning in her face though, and the damp material seemed to slide easily on her crotch.

"Come on." Rachel said, clearly loving all the attention they - and more specifically Tanya - were getting. "As much as you're loving this, we've got somewhere else to be!"

As they continued on their way, a few more choruses of "bitch slut" rang out behind them...

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The sensation of the lift slowing down was quickly followed by the ring of an electronic bell, and Tanya prayed that after the intense environment of the convention hall she'd at least have the tiny salvation of a clear run down the corridor to her room.

"Come on bitch!" Rachel said loudly, starting out of the lift at a brisk place and not giving Tanya much time to react. She had to play catch up for a moment and almost found herself falling flat on her face and being dragged along the floor. Rachel seemed unconcerned about this, and kept her pace up. On the one hand, Tanya was almost thankful that she'd reach the room so quickly, but the counter to that feeling was that having to move her elbows and knees so quickly was causing her ass to wiggle in the air. Even blind, she was painfully aware of how that would look to anyone they encountered. It was reminiscent of a puppy dog wagging her tail.

The rapid movement of her hips also made the thin material of the flimsy thong ride ever deeper into her ass. The discomfort of that was secondary to the growing feeling that Rachel still had one last ultimate humiliation in store for her. The woman was whistling cheerfully, and giving every impression of looking forward with great anticipation to one last final act.

Tanya heard a door open. Even after the crowds of the convention hall downstairs, each extra person who saw her in this humiliating setup added an extra level of cringing embarrassment. Whoever was coming out audibly stopped in their tracks, and Tanya heard a shocked gasp. It sounded like an older woman, and Rachel pulled Tanya to an abrupt halt.

"Oh, excuse me. I just had to take my pet for a walk. She was threatening to pee on the carpet in the room if I didn't take her out!"

Tanya's face burned a deep, incandescent crimson at the implication, whimpering slightly.

"Oh, it's okay!" Rachel was saying airily, to whoever it was who was currently looking down on the abject figure of Tanya, "You can pat her. She won't bite!"

"Wh... what?" the confused reply came.

"You can pat her, she'd quite friendly!"

For a few brief moments, the world froze around them, and Tanya just stayed there in total, complete humiliation. Then, with a sensation that sent shivers down her spine, she felt a hand touch her hair. The hand seemed to be trembling as well, and then she felt the hand begin to move down her long red hair.

"Good... umm... good girl?" the uncertain voice said.

The hand proceeded to stroke her hair a few times, and Tanya desperately wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole.

After a few moments of this though, Rachel evidently decided that it was time to move on, and after a few more spoken pleasantries with their stunned audience, Tanya felt the signal via a tug on her leash to continue.

Happy to escape this latest degradation, Tanya began to obediently trot away. She didn't get out of earshot before one last embarrassment was revealed to her though.

"Umm... excuse me?" the woman called out after them, uncertainly, "but... ahh... why does she have 'call me bitch slut!' written all over her back?" Tanya shrivelled up inside at the realisation of what everyone downstairs would have clearly known...

Mercifully, it was only a dozen or so metres before they apparently arrived at their final destination.

"Now," Rachel commanded her pet, "wait here! Quietly. If I hear you call out, then there will be severe repercussions. I have to... tell our visitor inside what to, umm, expect." There was an audible sense of amusement in Rachel's voice, and she didn't wait for Tanya to even acknowledge she understood the instruction before opening a hotel room door and disappearing inside.

For now at least, Tanya was left alone, bound like a bitch, and on show for anyone who decided to come out into the corridor. Tanya madly thought about making a run for it, but then almost had to laugh at her own stupidity, thinking she could possibly get away in her current state. Where would she even run to?

Still, her elbows and knees where aching with standing still, and the blindfolded Tanya tried to at least move a little to get some circulation going. It was at that point that she realised her leash had been tied to the door handle as a parting gift from Rachel, and she wasn't going to be able to move away from the door anyway. Instead, Tanya resigned herself to waiting there like an obedient dog, tied to a post while her mistress was away on business.

Every second that passed by seemed to stretch into an eternity, and every moment she had to endure like this felt like just one more opportunity for her to be discovered by someone new.

Finally, the door opened and Rachel re-appeared. Tanya instinctively looked up even though the blindfold meant she still couldn't see a thing. Her body was shaking as she waited for what she fervently hoped was her final - and private - instruction.

Rachel paused for a moment, and then gave a snort of derision.

"Okay bitch. Here's what's going to happen." Rachel leaned down and took Tanya's chin in her hand almost tenderly. "I have someone inside, who is expecting a blow job. He's not my type to be fair, but I reckon you're slutty enough to give anyone a blow job. Even..." Rachel paused again, and moved in even closer, "if it were our good friend Scott from the comic book store!"

Tanya groaned. The fat store owner had been the ringleader behind her masturbatory horror-show in front of his patrons, and she hated the idea of having him get any more pleasure out of her latest predicament.

Still, she was in no position to argue, and faced the terrible choice of having to trot into the room, or be dragged in by a clearly motivated and happy Rachel.

"Just one last thing Tanya," Rachel added, as she took hold of her leash and prepared to present her prize to the main inside, "if you say a single word while we're inside that room before I give you permission to speak, then I'll dream up something that will make what we've just done seem like a gentle stroll in the park!"

Tanya whimpered slightly, but nevertheless kept her mouth shit as she was pulled inside, and it was the small matter of a few metres before she was suddenly brought to a halt. Tanya could smell someone in front of her, but was a little surprised when the man kept completely silent. Perhaps this was part of Rachel's plan, Tanya thought, while she waited for the final nail on her complete degradation to hammered in.

Seconds seemed to turned into minutes, and Tanya's embarrassment became even more acute as she was forced to just wait in front of Scott, knowing that soon her lips would have to be locked around his sweaty, self-abused cock. Finally, Rachel deemed that enough time had passed. She'd momentarily moved away from where Tanya sat uncomfortably on her elbows and knees, but now she returned and hauled Tanya up slightly. With a little bit of prodding, Tanya found her mouth guided forward. The smell of sweat grew more and more pronounced, and it was filling her nostrils when she first felt the tip of a penis brush against her lips.

Stifling a groan, afraid of what Rachel would do if she made any noise, Tanya let the man's shaft part her own lips, and she found herself tasting the moist skin of his cock. Thinking about Scott sitting in that chair, looking down on her while she was helplessly bound and blindfolded made Tanya almost gag, but she fought back the reflex and reluctantly started moving her head up and down. She had to rock on her bound knees to do so, and the performance was far from smooth.

However, she was surprised at just how flaccid Scott seemed to be. She'd been expecting a hard cock, fully erect at the sight of her predicament and the anticipation of her tongue running over his manhood. Instead, he felt slightly soft in her mouth, and she almost took that as an insult. The madness of her current situation rattled in her mind, and she suddenly took great offence that this man could possibly be soft given the prize he was being given.

Against any sane reason, she began to work harder, ignoring the discomfort in her knees and the precariousness of her inability to properly steady herself with her bound arms. Slowly, she could feel the sweaty cock become harder, bit by bit. The taste of his sweat was dominating her mouth, and even while she determinedly and manically tried to correct the "wrong" of the man's weak erection, she was also dreading the final climax. Would Rachel make her swallow? Would it be worse than letting Rachel have Scott spray it all over her face?

The crazy determination that had driven her after feeling the man's cock was beginning to dissipate now, and instead it was filled with the repulsive mental image of Scott throwing his head back in the throws of ecstasy, while Tanya went up and down repeatedly on his shaft. She felt her head bang into this stomach several times, and she could only imagine how hairy and pasty white he must be.

The act of having to rock backwards and forwards, unaided by Rachel, was also causing her own core muscles to begin to burn with the effort.

Was she the first woman to give this man oral? Almost certainly. Was she the first woman he'd ever had sex with? Probably. Tanya was setting a number of firsts today, and as Scott's manhood began to pulse slightly, Tanya realised she was going to come out distinctly second on this exchange. He was now hard, and she even heard a light groan escape from his mouth - probably involuntarily given how quiet he'd been up until that point.

For a split second, the sound of movement intruded on Tanya's sensory world, which otherwise was fully consumed with the cock in her mouth. Rachel had been standing nearby, Tanya knew that without having to be able to see her, and now her mistress was leaning forward again. Taking hold of Tanya's head unceremoniously, she held it steady so that Tanya could no longer rock back. There was a series of pulsed beginning to run up Scott's cock, and Tanya wasn't going to be able to withdraw in time.

A second passed as Tanya waited for the inevitable. Then another second, and for a moment, Tanya wondered if the man was straining to pull back from the climax. But then, in a sudden irresistible surge, accompanied by a loud moan, Scott unleashed his full load down Tanya's throat.

Tanya gagged a couple of times as she struggled to take the full amount of semen that had suddenly been deposited in her mouth. Then, after what seemed like an eternity, Rachel suddenly yanked her head back off the man's softening penis.

Tanya started to spit out what was left of Scott's cum, but before she was able to do so, she felt a ball-gag suddenly placed in front of her open mouth. Rachel didn't even bother to say anything as she forced the device on to Tanya, quickly bringing the straps around the back of her head and swiftly locking it in place.

Tanya flushed an even deeper red as she was refused even the small mercy of being able to spit out the remnants of Scott's semen, and tried to let out a few muffled complaints. No sound could escape the firm gag though, and as she tasted the man's climax in every square inch of her mouth, she was forced to try and swallow the remaining load. Rocking back on her knees, she finally sank back on her lower legs, and sat perched on them while flailing her bound arms helplessly at the unreachable gag.

With a laugh, Rachel broke the silence. Oddly though, her first words were not directed at Tanya.

"Well, how did that feel?" she asked Scott.

The man groaned, but it seemed tinged with reluctance and regret that completely caught Tanya off-guard. Was Scott a not-so-willing participant in this?

Tanya heard Rachel take a step towards her, and then felt her hands playing with the blindfold's clasp. Unlocking it, she nonetheless left the now-loose blindfold in place, and Tanya's sight was still obscured. Still, she received the sense that somehow this was coming to an end.

Then, she heard her mistress take a step towards Scott, and the sound of a clasp being unlocked again signified that the man had similarly been blindfolded, and was now being released in the same way she was.

Wow. Tanya though. Was there the possibility that Scott didn't know it was her, all along?

A brief sense of movement in front of Tanya suggested Rachel was now standing in between her and Scott. She laughed again.

"How does it feel, knowing you've just had your cock blown by a man, and that you've just unloaded down a man's throat?!"

Tanya was stunned. What was Rachel possibly talking about?

Rachel continued. "Tell me how much you loved it!" she seemed to order. "Tell me how much you loved me making you sit there while a man gave you a blowjob!"

"I loved it!" came the sound of a man's voice. A familiar voice. A voice that seemed to be struggling with the aftermath of a climax and a palpable sense of embarrassment. Tanya recognised a sense of reluctance and trepidation in the response too, but then this sense was overwhelmed with the next realisation that struck her.

As her scattered thoughts finally coalesced, the shock of identification struck at the exact same moment that Rachel proudly pulled away their blindfolds. As light from the room streamed in to overwhelm Tanya's eyes, she squinted through the searing brightness to see a familiar figure bound to a chair in front of her.

The man looked back at her in similarly shocked recognition. "Tanya?!" Mitchell said, as his own eyes adjusted to having a blindfold removed without warning. In front of him, he was stunned to see his girlfriend bound in tape, gagged, and sporting degrading words plastered over her breasts and tummy, with only a tiny and inappropriate bra to provide anything approaching modesty.

"What... what the hell are you doing dressed like that?! Why... why are you doing this?!"

'What am I doing?!' Tanya thought, wide-eyed in amazement as she tried to shout through the stifling restraints of the gag. 'How about you tell me what the hell you're doing here?! Why the fuck did you just say you loved being blown by a 'guy'?!'

As Tanya and Mitchell just sat back and stared in horror at having being "discovered" by the other in this way, Rachel began a long, cold and self-congratulatory laugh. The laugh echoed around the room, burning the ears of the couple she had in front of her.

"Oh my dear friends, the question isn't so much 'why are we doing this', but 'what fun are we going to have together from now on'!"

As Rachel dropped to knees and looked them both squarely in the eyes, she quietly added "... and we're going to have lots... and lots... and lots of fun..."

Even through the gag, Mitchell could hear Tanya gulp.

[To be concluded in the next story: "Rachel's Game: Tanya vs Mitchell". All PMs, constructive feedback and votes appreciated.]