Harris had no idea how long he had been stuck here. The sounds from outside have long since died down yet he was still here.  It had started as a fun gimmick at the ren faire. Him and his friends joking around, each of them taking turns being the slave carrying the others things and purchases. Then one the last day, they had found the hidden tower. Or rather, the hidden entrance to the tower that they didn’t think it was possible to enter. Giddy with excitement they had all gone inside, leaving the door only slightly ajar so it wouldn't lock behind them.  After a lot of cobwebs and dark corridors they had found the stairs to the top of the tower. They wanted to see the view from the top, so no one cared about the long staircase. At the top they found a room that wouldn’t be out of place in any medieval reenactment. And there, right in the middle, was the pillory. It had been irresistible. Naturally, since Harris was the slave today, he was the one who had to get locked in it. He grinned as he put his head down on the frame, then his hand in the openings on each side. The \**slam*\* as the pillory closed over him and the metal clasp being shut was thrilling. If he hadn’t worn a cage as part of his costume, that alone might have made him hard. The others had fun laughing at him taking pictures and humiliating him. All part of the game and he had given as much back. Telling them what he would do when he got out of there etc.  Then there had been some noise outside the door. They had all gone quiet, Kurtis had gone to see what was happening. Asa had started to open the pillory but something distracted him. It was all happening behind Harris so he never saw what it was. A dark shadow with a booming voice had asked what they were doing here and what they wanted. He heard the others trying to explain but the voice just told them to get out. That was the last he heard. He had tried shouting for help, trying to get his hands out of the pillory or break it somehow but it was useless.  How long would he be here before his friends were able to get back in and release him?  The door behind him creaked as it opened. The same menacing voice spoke.  “I knew it was a bad idea to have a festival here. People have a tendency to go where they are not supposed to, no matter what we say.”  “I'm sorry that we broke in here,” Harris said. “I won't do it again. Can you please open this? It's hurting my back.”  “Don’t worry. Someone will come to collect you before long.”  That wasn’t exactly what he had asked but at least it sounded like his friends were coming. But why didn't the voice let him out in the meantime?  “Hello? Can you open the pillory please? I promise I won't do anything else. I'm sorry we walked in where we weren’t supposed to.”  No reply. Just a cold wind from the open door. Harris shivered, even though it was a nice summer day outside. He didn’t wear a lot of clothes either, as slaves usually didn't. All he had was a leather harness, a collar and the chastity belt. Not even shoes. He felt horribly exposed.  “Wow, there actually is someone here,” a new voice said behind him. Harris tried to turn around to see who it was but of course he was still stuck.  “Can you help me? I'm stuck in this, please get me out of it.” No reply.  “Hello? Can anyone help me? Who's there?” There was no response no matter what he said. He heard the footsteps of several people behind him but none of them seemed to be interested in him. That is, until he felt something cold being placed around his ankles. Something metal. He tried to move his feet away but it was limited how much he could move them whilst being stuck.  “What are you doing? Get me out of here!”  “I don't recall giving you permission to speak,” a hard voice behind him said. He felt someone grabbing his head, then put a gag in his mouth. His now muted protests were once again ignored. Someone finally started to unlock the pillory but only long enough to remove his hands. While he fought to get his head out of the contraption, they locked his hands behind his back, before finally opening the pillory, releasing his head as well.  As he turned around he saw several people with hoods over their heads surrounding him. One of them stepped forward and put a leash on his collar. Harris tried to get away from him but stumbled as whatever was on his feet prevented him from walking properly. Looking down, he saw a chain going from one leg to the other. He was almost as helpless now as he had been stuck in the pillory. As the hooded men started leading him out of the room, all Harris could hope for was that this was some sort of elaborate prank his friends had set up. But deep down he knew it wasn’t. He stumbled down the stairs, dreading what would happen to him now. Source: [VonMoistus](https://www.deviantart.com/vonmoistus/art/Be-more-specific-next-time-1269251684)