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No Faire
A Tale of Public Humiliation
Brian had been dating Jan for about two years now. A few times each year, she tended to disappear for a weekend to attend one of the local ?Renaissance Festivals? in nearby towns, but Brian had never had much interest in going with her. Every time Jan tried to convince Brian, he would claim to be ?too busy? or make up an excuse. One day, he found himself unable to think of a reason, and decided to blurt out his real opinion.
?It just seems so childish.? He explained, ?You should grow up and stop wasting your time, too.?
Naturally, this did not go over well with Jan, and he spent the next few weeks trying to make up for it. He tried to apologize, suck up to her, even doing anything she wanted in the bedroom, but still he felt like she was giving him the cold shoulder. Then, she approached him one afternoon.
?You’re coming to the festival with me this weekend.? She said, plainly, ?Or it’s over.?
?Ok? but I won’t enjoy it.?
?Oh, I’m not so sure about that.? She grinned slyly, ?This weekend is special. It’s the Faire’s ‘Adults Only’ weekend. We’ll see how childish it really is.?
?Adults only, you say??
?Yep. You’ll probably see your fair share of tits. But I need you to sign these papers for? registration purposes. You know, confirming you’re over 18 and all that. And you’re coming in costume; I already have one picked out for you. ?
That Friday, Brian got a look at his costume, and it wasn’t what he expected.
?That’s? that’s a girl’s outfit.? He stuttered.
?More of a wench’s outfit really, but you get the point,? Jan replied.
Brian didn’t know what to say. They had experimented with a bit of cross-dressing in the bed room before, Jan really had a thing for it, but never in public. If anyone who knew him was there, he’d be humiliated for life. After a pause, he butted in.
?But? what about accuracy? He said, trying to get out of his fate, ?I doubt people went around in drag back then.?
?Tell that to actors. Anyway, accuracy isn’t so important on Adults Only weekend. I didn’t hear you complain about accuracy when you were imagining women with their tits hanging out.?
She was right, of course. Brian hadn’t been concerned about accuracy when he thought it would be a chance to see some barely dressed women. But now, it had been his last hope to get out of this.
?If it’s any consolation, you won’t be the only guy there as a girl. And I’ll make you up so it will barely be noticeable.?
Saturday morning, they arrived at the faire with Brian decked out in a white chemise with a brown bodice, and a long brown skirt with a white underskirt. His makeup had been done up by Jan, but to an extent where he looked a little trashy, and not as subtle as he had hoped. On his head he wore a dirty blond wig that was long and braided. Despite accuracy, she had insisted he wear a bra and panties under the outfit to complete the illusion. He had to admit, he did look like a woman for the most part, ignoring the obvious giveaways of his Adam’s apple and broad shoulders. Perhaps he could get away with this without being too noticed. Jan, meanwhile, was dressed as some sort of noble woman. Her red hair braided behind her, she looked quite elegant.
Looking around the faire, with its many shops, Brian finally began to understand why Jan liked these things so much. There were costumes and games and interesting foods all around. At the center of the fairgrounds, Brian saw two pillories sitting side by side. Seconds later, his hope of anonymity was dashed.
?There she is! The wench Brianna!? Someone yelled, as several men in costume approached, ?For lewd behavior, you are hereby sentenced to an afternoon in the pillory!?
?Wait? what? you’ve got the wrong guy.?
?We’ve most certainly got the right girl!? One of them said loudly, then quietly, ?You did sign the agreement, after all.?
Brian, or Brianna, understood now. His face turned pale under all its layers of makeup. The paperwork Jan had him do, was all for this. The men lead him to the pillory, and proceeded to lock his head and hands in place. A crowd was gathering around. Brianna had quickly become the center of attention for the guests at the faire. Then, he saw two of the men who had seized him carry buckets to the waiting crowd.
A tomato hit Brianna right in the face, splattering as it made contact. Then, another shot forward and hit him with such force as to knock his wig partially off.
?Look! The harlot’s hair isn’t even real!? Someone shouted, causing laughter from the crowd.
More tomatoes flew at Brianna’s head, followed by various other fruits and vegetables, many of which smelled rather rotten. Then, something slightly harder hit his head with a crack. Brianna could see yolk dripping down his face, and knew that eggs had been added to the mix. Unable to move his head or hands, he could not avoid the onslaught that was to come. As more eggs hit his face, Brianna heard a rip from behind and felt a breeze. His skirt had been flipped up and his underskirt torn off.
?And what manner of clothing is this!? A man said from behind, ?No matter, this will just take a moment.?
Another tear later and Brianna’s bare bottom was exposed to the onlookers. He felt like he could die of embarrassment at this point. A woman in an executioner’s hood and a ridiculous leather bikini that looked like something out of a bad fantasy novel was approaching. She went past, and shortly later he heard a crack and felt a sting. A flogger had been produced to punish his rear end. By this point, the audience had run out of eggs, so Brianna was at least getting a reprieve on that side. The flogger cracked a dozen more times, leaving his bottom stinging harshly. Then, as an additional humiliation, the rest of his panties were torn away, leaving his most private areas exposed for all the world to see. After the barrage of mess had ceased, a woman wearing a pair of fairy wings and little else pranced up to him holding a bottle of water and a straw. After Brianna had managed to drink a little of the water, ensuring his proper hydration, the fairy woman danced away. They left him like this for what seemed like an hour, to remain humiliated and stinking from the rotten food, before someone got a bright idea.
A young woman, probably in her twenties, picked up a handful of mud in her hands and hurled it at poor Brianna, splattering it across his face and adding a new mess to his punishment. By this point, his wig was all the way off, and the next handful of mud hit him at an arc, covering the top of his head. More onlookers joined in, hurling mud and, in some cases, leftover food from the nearby stalls. Soon, Brianna’s head and hands were covered in a fresh coat of mess.
Brianna felt a sharp pain from behind. Someone was squeezing his balls.
?Enjoying the faire, lover boy?? Jan asked from behind, giving another squeeze.
Jan walked around to Brianna’s side so he could see what was coming next. In her hand was a massive pie, or more accurately a large amount of whipped cream piled on and into a pie crust. Any number of films could tell Brianna what was about to happen.
?Wait? please??
?You’re the one who said these things were childish. I’m just using some simple humor.? Jan laughed, bringing her free hand around to strike Brianna’s bare bottom.
As Brianna yelped out from the force of the spank, Jan swung the pie around right into his face. His face and hair were splattered with cream and little bits of crust. He could see several cameras in the audience.
?Noo? please? no pictures?
?Sorry, Brianna. Those papers I had you sign also gave the festival the rights to use pictures from your little shaming. And your real name.? Jan smiled, her revenge complete.
?Ah, there she is!? One of the guards from earlier shouted, ?Janet, for crimes of emasculation, you are hereby sentenced to the pillory!?
?Wait? what??
?You signed up for the couple’s package.? The guard explained in whisper.
?No? this must be a mistake.? Jan panicked, briefly struggling before resigning herself to her fate.
Jan was locked in a pillory right next to Brianna. Tomatoes and eggs soon began to pelt her face as well. A man came up, reached under her, and tore her top clean off, ruining Jan’s costume and exposing her ample breasts for the entire faire to see. Her skirts were soon torn off as well, leaving her completely naked. Brianna hoped no one noticed the telltale signs of his own excitement below the waist.
?Hey, leave me with a little dignity!? Jan shouted, angered by her nudity.
?You hear that! The wench wants dignity! How about it folks, help her cover up!?
More food waste began to pelt Jan, and Brianna as well. The new layer of food was sticking to the remaining whipped cream on Brianna’s face, but he was too busy eying Jan to notice. Mud was being thrown again, mostly at Jan, and from all sides. Her crimson hair was now brown, unbraided and disheveled. The couple now both looked like they had been rolling around in a mud puddle.
?Let’s give the cow something to cover her udders with!? A girl from the audience shouted, producing a pair of period inaccurate paper plates covered in whipped cream, ?Like a nice pie bra!?
The girl came up and smashed both plates onto Jan’s breasts, sticking them to the formerly elegant ladies chest. Someone handed the girl another pie, which she proceeded to smash into Brianna’s rear end. More of the plates seemed to be appearing in the audience, and the pair was soon being barraged with pies. Brianna had been in the pillory for so long, his back was beginning to hurt.
?When do we get released?? He whimpered.
?What was that?? A guard asked, ?The whores think they’ve had enough. What say you fine folk.?
?No!? The crowd agreed, unanimously.
The guard in question approached Brianna with a pail, filled with garbage from one of the nearby food stalls, and dumped it over his head. Bits of fruit, meat, discarded fat, and other horrid things were now stuck within the poor man’s hair.
?But? you said afternoon? the sun is going down.?
?Did I say that? Well, we’ve decided to extend your stay until closing time.? The guard replied, before being handed a pair of pie crusts filled with more whipped cream.
?When does the faire end?? Brianna asked Jan.
?Today? Midnight??
?You’re? kidding. Right??
?I wish I was.?
The two pies held by the guard came around and hit both Brianna and Janet in their respective faces. The two were shocked to find that under the whipped cream, this time, was a layer of ketchup, further staining their faces. The afternoon continued on, much in this fashion, until the early evening. Someone suggested the two were too comfortable, and a pair of weighted nipple clamps were attached to Jan’s nipples soon after. Brianna’s chest was exposed and a similar pair of clamps were soon placed on him. Then, as night began to set in, people began to leave the faire, and the ones remaining stopped paying any attention to the couple of nighttime activities began. The fairy girl came around again a few times with water for the pair, and once with food, but other than that they were largely ignored.
?Well, at least we get some quality time together? Jan mumbled.
?Quality? right.? Brianna said, ?Is it midnight yet??
?I don’t know. Not like we can check the time from this position. If it’s any consolation, I thought you looked great today. Hope you aren’t too mad at me.?
?I can’t decide if I’m furious or embarrassed, to be honest.? Brianna said, avoiding mention of the arousal he felt over Jan’s predicament.
?I was hoping you’d actually have a bit of fun.? Jan said, ?I hope you’ll forgive me when this is all over. It got a little out of hand.?
At some point, despite the discomfort and horrible smell, Brianna managed to doze off. When he awoke, covered in crusted over mess, the sun was up.
?Oops, sorry, we seem to have forgotten about you.? One of the guards laughed, ?Well, ready for another day of punishment??
?What?? Brianna and Jan yelled together.
?Kidding, kidding. Let’s get a couple more pictures now, say cheese.?
A couple of photos later, the pillories were unlocked and the pair let go. Both naked except for their mess, smelling something awful, they found themselves stumbling to the ground upon trying to walk, their muscles sore from their long punishment. In fact, the two fell right into a mud puddle. The pair heard more camera’s clicking.
?Anyway, you two must be tired. We’ll escort you to the exit.?
The guards handed each of them a bag containing their belongings: wallets, keys, the remaining scraps of their clothing, etc. Then, naked, the two were lead to the front gate, and promptly pushed out in their birthday suits.
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