Date: Mon, 22 Feb 2016 13:16:56 +0000
From: Samantha Nope <sammy_808@live.com>
Subject: The Exhibition
The Exhibition
sammy_808@live.com
--
Sammy had heard about the gallery from a friend of a friend, who had heard
from someone else, and so on. In the end, she googled the name, and went
to visit that Saturday. It was a small place in what looked like it was
once a warehouse. Unfortunately, when she got there, the lights were off
and the door was locked. As she was getting back into her car she heard
someone call out from behind her.
"Oh, sorry! We're not open today." Sammy turned around to see a man coming
out from the door she'd just tried. "We're trying to get a new exhibit set
up. You see, we kind of do performance art things here, and so there's a
lot of preparation that goes into it."
"That's cool. When do you plan on opening?" Sammy replied as she got back
out of the car.
"Well, it was supposed to be yesterday, but one of our artists is
unavailable, so we'll have to find a replacement."
"I see, can't you just put up some advertisements or something?"
The man looked around, and ran a hand through his hair. "Unfortunately
not, we're a somewhat specialized gallery, so we need to find someone who's
comfortable with bondage and nudity. You can't just put that on craigslist
and find someone. The university art program also isn't good, because they
tend to not be too supportive of things that could be controversial."
"Oh wow, I can't wait to see this then, that sounds like it could be
awesome! I just thought this was a regular local art gallery, but that's
even better!"
"Really? I guess I didn't expect a cute girl like you to be into weird
things like that."
Sammy let out a quick giggle, "You have no idea, um...Mr...?"
"Fujioka, Tom Fujioka, sorry."
"Samantha, Sammy though," she said as she unconsciously looked down to the
sidewalk.
"Nice to meet you, Sammy. If you're really into bondage stuff, would you
be interested in participating in the show?"
Sammy looked back up, "I don't think so, I'm really kind of shy about
things like that, and I wouldn't want to have to deal with any bad
publicity or stuff like that."
"No, the position we need to fill would be completely anonymous. No one
would ever know it's you in the show. The part is completely covered for
the entire thing, so even if you have a tattoo or anything you think might
be identifying, no one will see it. The only problem is that we plan on
running all weekend, so you'd have to be able to commit full time for that
entire weekend."
"Huh, ok, that's kind of a long time."
"I know, and since this is just a small art show, we can't really pay much
more than minimum wage," Tom mentioned, again nervously looking around.
"How much total?" Sammy asked.
"It's $400, from 2pm on Friday to 9pm that Sunday straight. If you're
interested, we could work with your schedule, but we might start losing
other performers, so we're trying to push for next weekend. Are you
interested?" Tom asked with a hopeful look on his face.
"Well, I'd have to take some time off at work on Friday, but I think that'd
be ok. What all does it involve?"
"The idea is to suspend a set of girls in these see-through sealed plastic
bags, each of them posed in different erotic positions, and then the air
pulled out to hold them in place. The main artist designed the bags
herself, and has thoroughly tested them to be sure they're totally safe and
that they can breathe and all that."
"See-through? I thought you said that I'd be anonymous?"
"Yeah, the bag is transparent, but the position we need to fill is our
'mummy', you'd be totally covered in gauze and stuff, so you're obscured."
"I see. Huh. I didn't think about that. Well, I guess that sounds kind
of interesting."
"So you're in?"
"Well, it's a bit weird to say yes standing out here on the street."
"Oh, I'm sorry, let's go inside, and I can show you the bags, and if you're
ok with it, we can sort out the contract?"
"Contract?"
"We're not some shady operation here, if we're going to pay you, we have to
get all sorts of tax stuff done, and we have to do the contract to cover
liability things. I used to work in a regular painting gallery, and we
never had to deal with all this paperwork, but then again, paintings get
boring after awhile, always looking at the same thing. With this
performance art, it's different every time. But yeah, there's the contract
and paperwork to sort out."
"Ok, let's go take a look," Sammy replied with a quick smile.
Tom led her into the gallery, took her back to the back room, and pulled
one of the bags off the shelf to show her. It was huge, measuring six feet
wide and six feet tall. There was a small black port centered about a
third of the way down ("for breathing," Tom mentioned). The outer edges
were much thicker than the main part, reinforcing the entire thing. There
was what looked like a seam on the back along one of the long edges, offset
about six inches from the edge. "That's how it releases, there's a special
tool to pop open the seal, which unfortunately ruins the bag permanently.
It's this one way seal that allows the whole thing to work, I guess," Tom
explained with a shrug.
He stood back, letting Sammy run her hand over the material.
"I'm in. Let's do that contract," Sammy said without looking away from the
bag.
"Great! I'm sure you'll enjoy yourself," said Tom as he led her from the
storage room to an office to do the paperwork.
--
Six days later, Sammy was parking her car in the back lot that she had been
told about. She'd gone home after work, and taken a long shower ("since
I'm going to be stuck in that thing for the weekend," she'd said to
herself). She walked around to the front of the gallery, and knocked. A
few moments later, a girl about her age opened the door, "Yeah?" she said
with an annoyed sigh.
"Um, I'm Sammy, and I was here last week, and I signed up to..."
The girl cut her off mid-sentence, "Come on, we don't have a lot of time to
get you ready, you were supposed to be here at noon."
"Noon, no, I was told 2:00," Sammy tried to explain.
"Look, I don't care if you can't tell the damn time, I have a bunch of work
to finish before the opening tonight. I don't need you making excuses as
to why you're trying to screw my show."
"I don't want to do anything of the sort, I just thought it was 2:00,"
Sammy said as she followed the girl through the front of the gallery.
"I..." at this point, Sammy noticed that there were two of the bags already
hanging in the gallery, presumably the performers that had gotten there on
time. Sammy had to walk quickly to keep up with the girl, but tried to
study both of the bags as she walked past.
In the first, she saw a girl dressed up like a cheerleader. She was posed
so that it looked like she was in mid jump, with her hair pulled up in a
plume above her head. Her arms were spread out towards the corners, and
she was holding a bulge of color in each hand. Sammy didn't quite
understand it, but then hit on the fact that she was holding pom poms, but
once the air had been removed from the bag, they'd deflated into the bulge
that she could see.
Letting her gaze continue down, Sammy saw that the skirt of the cheerleader
outfit was pulled up to keep up the look that she was jumping. That left
her panties visible, and the pressure from the bag had forced it to conform
to her body's shape, leaving nothing to imagination. The girl's feet were
covered in white socks. At the very bottom, her sneakers were suspended in
place, looking just like they would in a shoebox, but sealed in plastic and
hovering in midair.
Moving past that bag, Sammy saw that the second bag was far more explicit.
The girl in this bag was completely naked, with her hair in two pigtails
that had been pulled out in a straight line from side to side. Her legs
were bent in half to make a kind of W shape, with her feet up near her
waist. To complete the picture, her hands were down in her crotch, with
her fingers holding her labia spread wide open. Sammy kind of stumbled to
a stop when she saw this, surprised that the girl was that bold.
She noticed that the girls' mouths were help open around the black ring
she'd seen the previous weekend. They were suspended fairly high up, but
Sammy could see the pink of the roof of their mouths as she stared.
"God, come on! You're the most complicated costume, and you're two hours
late! What is your problem?" the girl shouted back when she realized Sammy
had stopped following her.
"I'm sorry, I was just surprised by" Sammy started.
"Oh fuck, are you going to back out now? You are here to ruin me. Who put
you up to this? What did I ever do to you?"
"No, no, no, I'm sorry, let's go, I'm not backing out, I'm sorry I'm late,
what should I do?" Sammy stuttered out as she ran over to the girl.
"Fine, here, I need you to strip down in the workspace back here, and then
shut up so I can get you prepared," the girl said as she led Sammy back to
a large padded area in a back room. "Strip down, and put your shit in that
basket," the girl ordered.
"Last week Tom said I'd need to bring my social security card for him to
finish the contracts?" Sammy mentioned.
"I don't care, just put that on top of your clothes, and I'll tell him
about it later."
"Ok," Sammy said as she started to take off her clothes, "So you're the
artist? I'm Sammy, and"
"I said I don't fucking care, didn't I? Just get naked so I can get you
done. Christ, are you dumb or something?"
Sammy immediately closed her mouth, and finished undressing. She sat in
the large chair that the girl pointed to, and sat down.
"Slide forward so I can get this in place," the girl said as she pulled on
rubber gloves and started pouring lube on a catheter she'd removed from its
package.
"Wait, what's that for?"
"Damn it, you signed that stupid contract he made me write up. It's like
'section 5: waste issues' or some other crap like that. Look, you're going
into this thing for three days. I don't want to have to get a mop when you
come out to clean up your piss. This goes in the front, there's the plug
for the back. Did you not read any of the details?"
"Oh," said Sammy with a start, upon realizing that she hadn't read any of
the details, mostly because she was too busy keeping track of the paperwork
Tom had said she needed to bring back for him to get his tax stuff done.
"Yeah, sorry, I guess I forgot, sorry for interrupting again."
Sammy heard the girl mutter, "stupid bitch," under her breath while she
spread Sammy's lips open to insert the catheter. There was a sharp pinch
feeling as it went in, then an odd full feeling as the balloon holding it
inside her inflated. "These are next, unless you don't remember that
either," said the girl with a mocking imitation of Sammy's voice as she
held up two metal balls. She lubed them up, and handed them to Sammy to
slide into her own vagina. Once they were in place, she pulled a strip of
medical tape, and used it to tape Sammy's lips closed, holding the balls
inside, and forcing the catheter up against her clitoris.
"Stand up, turn around, bend over," the girl commanded. Sammy complied,
and felt a lubed finger slide into her ass suddenly. She gasped, but it
nearly turned into a choke when the finger pulled back out, and a large
mass started pushing instead. "Relax, this has to go in. Just push like
you're trying to shit it back out, and it'll go in." Sammy did as she was
told, and could feel the plug slowly stretch her asshole out. "Almost
there," said the girl, almost reassuringly. Sammy was starting to fear she
was going to split open when she felt the plug slide home, and her ass
close down around the neck of the plug. "There, now you're being a good
girl." Sammy could feel her heart jump a bit at her first positive
interaction with the girl.
"Final part of this step," said the girl as she pulled the rubber gloves
off her hands and threw them into the trash. She pulled a rubber ring from
her pile of supplies, along with a tube of something. "Sit back down and
hold still," she said as she squeezed the contents of the tube into a
groove along one side of the ring. Sammy sat down delicately, feeling the
plug pushing into her as she put her weight on it. As the girl walked back
over, she could feel each step vibrating through the floor, up the chair,
through the plug, and deep into her body.
"Open up," the girl said, opening her own mouth as an example. Sammy did
so, only to have the ring pushed into her mouth. The girl spun it, and
used her fingers to ensure that Sammy's teeth and lips were where she
wanted them. Sammy could feel the paste from the tube on her lips, and
could feel that the ring encased her lips in the groove, holding them open
in a circle. Beyond this, the ring had another groove for her front teeth,
with a block in the back for her molars, ensuring that her mouth would stay
open. "There. Maybe that'll keep you quiet so I can work," the girl said
as she walked away. She went over to the door, leaving Sammy sitting on
the chair. "Hey! Assholes! If this is going to be on time, I'm going to
need your help."
The girl returned, and two other people walked through the door a minute
later, leaving Sammy to blush and try to cover up. "You know what to do,"
the girl said to her assistants. "You," she said, turning to Sammy, "just
need to stand exactly where I tell you to, and not move unless you're told
to." Sammy nodded.
The girl and her assistants immediately went to work. They pulled out a
box of gauze wrappings, and started wrapping Sammy's arms. Each finger was
wrapped separately, then the gauze ran up her arms to the shoulder. While
the assistants were doing this, the girl was busy working on Sammy's head.
She quickly wrapped a band around Sammy's forehead, and then spiraled down
to just past her nose. She flipped Sammy's hair up, and wrapped back up.
Finally, she let Sammy's hair fall back down, and wrapped it again,
sandwiching it all between layers of gauze on the back of her head. With
that taken care of, she started to do her main wrap, spiraling up and down
Sammy's head until it was covered, with the only gap being for the gag in
her mouth.
The girl then continued down Sammy's neck, and worked with the assistants
to blend their wrapping together. She started some new rolls, and used
them to weave the gauze down around Sammy's torso. She ran the gauze
between Sammy's legs, and then back up where she tucked in the ends to hold
them in place.
"Next step," she said as she picked up a roll of plastic stretch wrap, and
started with Sammy's left hand. She wrapped each finger individually again
over the gauze, and then tucked Sammy's thumb into her hand and wrapped it
into a useless flipper. She moved on to Sammy's right hand, repeating the
process while her assistants finished wrapping Sammy's left arm in the
wrap. Next was Sammy's head, where she repeated what she'd done with the
gauze. She was careful around Sammy's neck, making sure not to constrict
it. Sammy's body was done the same as well, and when they'd finished,
Sammy was covered in the plastic from her crotch to her head.
"I'm going to pose your arms now, so don't move at all from that position,"
said the girl to Sammy. She grabbed Sammy's wrists, and pulled her arms up
so that her hands were crossed over her heart. "There. If you can manage
to not screw this up, don't move." She grabbed a larger roll of the
plastic wrap, and starting from Sammy's waist, went over her body and arms,
stretching and pulling the wrap to smash Sammy's arms into place. With
that done, she started on her final layer. She picked up a roll of duct
tape, and pulled off a large enough strip to completely encircle Sammy's
body, locking the end of the wrap in place like a belt. She then started
wrapping upwards, being sure to leave no gaps, and to overlap each layer by
the same amount. Sammy could feel her progressing, as she could feel the
slight tugs as the girl pulled off new tape to cover her. The girl
continued up and up until she reached Sammy's head. She then had her
assistants cut off strips of varying lengths that she'd call out, and place
them one at a time. "Lights out, dummy mummy," she said as she placed the
last strip, covering Sammy's eyes. Sammy could smell the duct tape
covering her nose, and realized it was good her mouth was held open and
clear, as she'd never be able to breathe through her nose under these
layers.
"Now, we're going to lay you down, but try not to move your legs much, got
it?" the girl said as Sammy was tipped over onto the padded floor. She
then sat down and started wrapping each of Sammy's toes in gauze. The
assistants continued up Sammy's leg, leaving the end loose at Sammy's
crotch. Once the girl had finished all the toes, she switched positions,
and folded and tucked the gauze into the wrap that was already in place,
then switched back to the feet to do the plastic wrap. Again, each toe was
wrapped separately, and then covered in a layer to hold them together.
Again the assistants did the wrapping up the legs, and again the girl
merged the legs and torso coverings.
The girl then forced Sammy's legs apart, and took a strip of tape, and
pushed it down right over Sammy's vulva. With that one strip in place, she
stood up, used her feet to push Sammy's legs back together, and then
started wrapping Sammy's legs together with the larger wrap, starting with
her feet and working up again, welding Sammy's legs into one. The tape was
again next, and the girl had Sammy covered as quickly as she could.
"Fuck, this would have been a lot easier if I had an extra two hours to get
this done!" the girl shouted loudly with a huff. "Ok, top layer, time to
stand up again." The two assistants picked Sammy up off the floor, and
held her upright while the girl added another layer of duct tape over the
one already in place. She pulled this layer tighter, and Sammy could feel
her casing squeezing down, compressing her body. The girl used roll after
roll to cover Sammy, working quickly but setting up a pattern in the tape
to simulate a herringbone pattern. When she got down to Sammy's feet, she
had the assistants hold Sammy off the floor so her feet held down. She
then used the tape to hold Sammy's feet into a pointed pose.
"Ok, let's get you in the bag with your accessories," the girl said out
loud, more to herself than to Sammy. She opened the top of the bag, and
slid Sammy's mummified body into the center. Sammy could feel the heavy
layer of the bag over her body, and could feel the girl steering her into
position, using her head as a handle. She felt fingers on her gag, and one
slipped and brushed against her tongue. She felt something being
manipulated, and then felt her gag click into place on the ring on the bag.
Next, Sammy felt a tug on her catheter, and felt a similar click as it was
fed through connector on the bag. With those two connections in place,
Sammy could feel the bag locked to her body as she was shifted around. She
was then flipped over onto her stomach, and she felt the same click as the
plug in her ass was locked to the bag as well. The girl then flipped her
back over, and went to organize everything else that was going in the bag.
She shuffled through the basket filled with Sammy's belongings, and pulled
out her driver's license, her social security card, and when she noticed
the crust in Sammy's panties from her excitement on the drive over and
seeing the girls already on display, pulled those out too. She quickly
scribbled a note, and then went to a computer on a shelf. She selected a
set of photos from the hidden cameras she'd had in the room, and had them
printed out. She collected those, and went to get a copy of the contract
from the office.
Finally, she had to arrange everything in the bag, which wasn't much of a
problem given the size. Using a pole to arrange things, she placed them in
a column along Sammy's left frame. At the top, roughly aligned with
Sammy's head, she placed Sammy's panties, open so the crotch was visible
through the front. Below that was Sammy's license and social security
card, with her signed copy of the contract below that. The photos were set
up to tell the story, showing in order as they went down: Sammy signing the
contract, Sammy staring at the naked girl display, Sammy stripping naked
(which the girl liked best because of the deep red blush on Sammy's face),
Sammy's spread legs with the catheter being inserted, Sammy pushing the ben
wa balls inside herself, and then one of Sammy standing with her top half
mummified. Finally, at the very bottom was the note the girl had written
to explain the piece.
"Humiliation Whore (2014)
With almost no prompting, this girl decided to be put on display for
other's enjoyment. Even before I'd done anything, she'd gushed so much
that you can still see her mess in her panties. 'Show me off to the world,
let them know what I am,' she seemed to scream. All I could do was oblige.
You should as well. Feel free to poke and prod to your heart's content.
She knows you're out here. She knows that you know she's in there. She
couldn't enjoy that fact any more."
The girl pulled over a small machine, and attached it to the top right side
of the bag. She then took the sealing device, and sat down on the left
side. The sealing device looked like a crimping iron, with a wide bar.
She turned it on to warm up, and once that was done, used it to seal the
top of the bag by melting the front and back layers together. It took a
few minutes to work from one edge to the other, sealing everything except
the last two inches. She turned on the vacuum machine, which quickly drew
the air out of the inside of the bag. The girl stood up to watch the
plastic shrink down to form fit to everything inside, and made sure that
the movement did not disturb her collage on the right edge.
Sammy didn't know what was happening as that collage was being organized,
but once the vacuum turned on, she immediately knew it. The layer of the
bag on top of her had been loosely flapping against her chest, but was
instantly pulled tight to her mummified form, and then only got tighter as
all the air was extracted.
Satisfied with the vacuum, the girl used her sealer to finish sealing the
bag, and then turned off and disconnected the vacuum. She called her
assistants back in, and the three of them attached the steel frame around
the outside edge. The heavy rubber made sure there wasn't much flexing in
the bag, but the frame ensured that everyone would be able to see things
clearly. They then wheeled Sammy out to the display area, and attached her
to the cables to suspend her from the ceiling. The girl wanted Sammy held
lower than the others, so the bottom of the frame was only six inches off
the floor. The final step was to connect the loose end from Sammy's
catheter to a collection bag, which the girl clipped to the frame edge.
Once that connection was done, Sammy immediately felt her bladder drain
out. She hadn't noticed how full she was getting during the preparation,
but having it all drained out of her was a surprise.
--
For Sammy, the next two hours alternated between random struggles against
the bondage holding her firmly in place and a dull boredom. She couldn't
move, and she knew that. However, she was able to wiggle just enough to
send the weights in the ben wa balls in her wobbling around. She could
also feel the frame drifting around in response to her actions, which was
at least something.
Suddenly, she felt a tapping on her head, as if someone was knocking on her
like a door. She took this as a sign that the exhibition was beginning.
At first, she didn't notice anything different, but then felt someone
poking her in the breast with their finger. Next, there was a tapping on
her catheter tube. This was just the beginning of an evening of groping
hands caressing her through the many layers separating them from Sammy's
body.
This wasn't bad, but Sammy did not like the handful of people who would
knock on the exposed end of her butt plug. This sent shocks through her
body as it shifted slightly in place. After one round with a persistent
tapper, Sammy was surprised to feel a sudden shivery orgasm. She let out a
loud moan, leading to laughter from everyone attending. The laughter was
so loud that Sammy could hear it through all the layers covering her head,
and she knew she was the object of their ridicule.
As she was calming down, she felt her bladder swell back up, as someone was
pushing on her collection bag, forcing her urine back up into her. This
prompted another moan, which seemed to summon the girl back over. Sammy
felt herself drain back out, and then felt the catheter be clamped shut.
She swung around a bit as the girl replaced the full bag with an empty one,
and then reconnected her catheter. Sammy was glad of this, as she was
scared that too strong of a push would make her explode. She could feel
herself drain normally, and was relieved. Unfortunately for her, she
couldn't see what was happening outside of her cocoon.
The girl had climbed up on a step stool with a water bottle. It was
designed like a hamster bottle, with a small ball that would let water
through when pushed back from the opening. She put the tip into Sammy's
mouth, and poked her in the tongue with it. This surprised Sammy, but when
she tasted the water, she realized what was happening. She was grateful,
as she had been stuck with her mouth held open for so long that she was
dry. She flicked at the ball with her tongue, letting more water flow into
her. The girl clipped the bottle tip to the gag ring, and then connected
the reservoir to the top bar. As she climbed back down the stool, she fed
a tube connected to the top of the reservoir down the left edge of the
frame. Just above the new collection bag, she reattached the old, full one
to the frame, and connected it to the tube.
"Enjoy, my friends!" she said as she walked away. Sammy continued to work
the water feeder, until it ran out. The crowd started to laugh again, as
one person walked up, squeezed the old bag, and forced Sammy's piss up the
tube to refill her water bottle. Sammy was still dry, and pushed on the
ball again, hoping to get a few last drops. Instead, she was greeted with
the acrid taste of her salty urine. She let out another disappointed moan,
again hearing the crowd laugh at her humiliation. She couldn't avoid her
thirst though, and could do nothing but submit. A few minutes later, as
she once again finished the piss that had been pushed to her water bottle,
she let out a hesitant moan, "mm....mmmmmm?"
Again the crowd laughed as a volunteer squeezed her piss back up for her to
drink.
--
The exhibition closed at 11, and by midnight, the cheerleader and the naked
girl were standing in their street clothes admiring Sammy.
"I could never do that," said the now not naked girl.
"You expose yourself all the time!" replied the cheerleader.
"Yeah, but I wouldn't allow my personal information to be displayed along
with me while I do it! I also think she's gross for drinking her piss like
that in front of everyone," the naked girl said as she pushed on the bag to
fill up the bottle again.
"That's true. I guess she really is a humiliation whore."
The artist walked back in to the gallery with a large wheeled cylinder.
"Hey girls, you heading out?"
"Yep, you?"
"Just have to do one more thing," she said, as she used a small key to
unlock the plug filling Sammy's ass. When she drew back the key, the
center of the plug pulled out at the same time. She then took a tube from
the cylinder, and extracted a smaller tube from inside it. She fed the
smaller tube up into Sammy, pushing foot after foot of it, to the surprise
of the other two girls. When she was satisfied, the girl shoved the larger
tube into the plug, and twisted it to lock it in place.
"Whoa, what's all that?" asked the cheerleader.
"She has to get cleaned out each day, so I figured I'd do it after the
exhibition. The small tube pumps water into her, which flushes out and
cleans her ass out, and everything drains out the larger tube. It's
basically just a continuous enema."
"You're going to leave her on that all night?"
"It has a timer when it's done, she'll be fine." With that, the girl
walked with her other two models to the front door, turned off the lights
and led them out.
"Besides," the girl thought to herself, "it separates out all the solids
and keeps them in a bag. She'll need to eat something if I'm going to get
tomorrows show to be even better than today's"
sammy_808@live.com The Exhibition Part 2 sammy_808@live.com
--
Sammy assumed that the show had ended. It'd been a long time since someone
had poked or prodded her. She could feel herself slightly swaying on the
frame, and began to wonder if she'd signed up for something more than she
could handle. Sure, the orgasm that had hit her had been fun, but she
couldn't quite figure out why she'd had it. She hadn't been able to get
the ben wa balls to trigger one, but having someone grope her and knowing
that they were doing it in front of a crowd seriously amplified the
feelings.
"That's probably why the pee wasn't so bad," Sammy reasoned to herself.
"It's just part of the same kind of show. Besides, it'll all be over in a
day or so. Just a neat experience to try out."
At that point, Sammy felt the plug in her ass being manipulated, as the
girl was unlocking the center. She could feel the tube being snaked up her
ass, but had no idea what it was for. Eventually it stopped, feeling to
Sammy that it was somewhere on her right side. Her plug was jostled again,
and a few moments later, she felt cold water flooding into her from the
small tube inside her.
She immediately felt chilly, as the icy water pushed against her insides.
She could feel the pressure in her colon increase, as the water stretched
her out. After just a minute or two, Sammy thought she would explode. She
couldn't feel any more water entering her, but that was largely because her
mind was so focused on the pain.
Sammy was frantically squealing through her gag, and trying to contort her
body against her bounds. Suddenly, the pressure vanished, as she felt the
water being pulled out from inside her. When she was empty, Sammy panted
to catch her breath. "Is that really what an enema is like?" Sammy thought
to herself. "How could that be medical?"
She had just caught her breath when she felt the tube inside her twitch,
and felt the water pouring into her ass again. "Oh fuck, not again,"
thought Sammy as the icy water returned. She screamed as the cold turned
again to pressure and then to pain, driving her out of her mind. Again the
drain pulled it all out when Sammy thought she would break, leaving her a
sobbing mess, suspended in her mummified bonds.
"How many of these is she going to give me?" asked Sammy silently, assuming
that the girl was there, monitoring her suffering. "Is this some sort of
punishment?" she wondered, feeling her vagina twitch at that thought. She
tried to plead for forgiveness, but not only could her mouth not form any
understandable words, the artist had left Sammy to the empty dark gallery
thirty minutes ago.
Sammy was still pleading when the torture resumed, filling her up to
capacity with frigid water, and then sucking it all out of her. Sammy was
nearly broken after the third enema, and barely bothered to scream anymore.
She waited in her tight wrappings, awaiting the next one.
However, instead of the icy blast filling her after a few minutes of rest,
she instead felt herself fill with warmer water. This warm water did not
seem so bad, as it didn't fill her to such a high pressure. She could feel
the water expand her colon, but it never got to the point of making her
feel like she was bursting. She could feed the water draining out of her
as fast as it was pumped in, continually flushing her. This seemed far
better to Sammy, but she quickly realized that with the constant churn in
her bowels, she'd never be able to get to sleep.
After what felt like hours to Sammy, lulled into an exhausted daze by the
plumbing inside her, she finally felt the water drain out entirely.
"Finally," she thought to herself, "this isn't that comfortable anymore,
but at least I'll be able to sleep." She was getting used to the feeling
of her colon empty except for the rubber tube when she felt that tube jerk
to life once more, again with the icy water. Once again, the gallery
echoed with Sammy's hoarse screams.
This pattern repeated all night long. Three icy cold enemas, one every
fifteen minutes, followed by two hours of the warm flushing. The sun rose
before Sammy's sightless eyes, filling the gallery with a brightening glow.
This didn't stop the torture either, leaving Sammy to suffer until noon,
when the girl finally returned.
"Hope you enjoyed yourself, you dumb cunt," the girl said as she walked
past to put her bag in the back. When she came back out front, she took a
few more photos, and went flicked a switch on the cylinder, causing it to
drain Sammy for the last time. When the gauge indicated it was done, she
unlocked the outer tube from the plug, and pulled the inner tube from
Sammy's ass. Sammy moaned incoherently when she felt this happen, wanting
to signal how happy she was, but not being able to pull her mind together
enough to do so.
The girl kinked the end of the smaller tube, then coiled from the other
end, pushing the water that was still in it down to the opening. She then
reached up, and unkinked the tube, letting the enema water drain into
Sammy's mouth. Sammy appreciated the drink, not realizing it was anything
but regular water due to how much she'd been cleaned. With that done, the
girl locked the core of the plug back in, and wheeled the device into the
back. Sammy was asleep before she'd even left the room, finally free of
the constant assault.
In the back, the girl was hard at work making breakfast for Sammy. "Let's
see, we'll need this," the girl said as she opened a panel on the side of
the enema machine. Inside was a plastic bag filled with all the solids the
machine had strained from the waste water. She took it over the counter,
and sat the bag of filth next to a blender. She went back out front, and
changed the catheter collection bag, laughing to herself as she heard the
rhythmic breathing of the sleeping Sammy. "Lazy whore," she muttered as
she took the full bag back with her. "Let's see how you like this
smoothie, bitch." She released some of the urine into the blender, then
stopped the valve and set it aside. Next in was the shit, which left a
dark smear along the side of the glass. She then unpeeled two bananas, and
stuffed them in as well. Finally, she added two packets of smoothie mix,
and let the blender turn it into a thick, dark mess.
The girl returned to the front of the gallery with the smoothie, and then
climbed up on a step stool so she could access Sammy's mouth better. She
could tell Sammy was still sleeping, and so she knocked on her head like it
was a door. "Hey! Wake up! I have food for you, because I can't have you
starving during my show!" Sammy groggily responded with a moan, which
worked for the girl. "Just swallow, and try not to choke, ok? I don't
want your spit up all over my shirt, got it? You're not a baby, so you
don't get to act like one."
The girl had a small syringe, which she used to suck up the smoothie. She
then put the syringe in Sammy's mouth, and pushed the mess out onto her
tongue. It was hard for Sammy at first, but she was able to move the food
to the back of her mouth, where it went down as she swallowed. She had
trouble focusing due to her exhaustion, but was able to make out the banana
flavor in the drink. It tasted off, but she couldn't concentrate enough to
figure out why.
When the smoothie was done, the girl squeezed a bottle of water into
Sammy's mouth, rinsing it clean. "There, swallow that down and you can go
back to your nap, you lazy slut." Sammy moaned her thanks, and immediately
drifted off again.
The girl went back to work room, and started organizing the additions for
tonight's show. She took her photos of Sammy connected to the enema
machine, and added to that pictures of her making the smoothie, and a
close-up shot she'd taken of the smoothie being pumped out onto Sammy's
tongue. In addition to this, she sat down to write a new note:
"Humiliation Whore: Day 2 (2014)
No matter what I try, I cannot find the depths of this girl's depravity.
Please squeeze the bag of urine connected to her water bottle. We know
it's disgusting, but she loves doing this in front of the crowd, signaling
her will to be a mere toilet. So much so, that she is enjoying only one
food while in this display: energy smoothies prepared with her own feces,
extracted by an enema.
As much as displaying this humiliation turns her on, she does have trouble
getting over that final edge, wrapped tightly as she is. To assist you in
assisting her, please feel free to use the vibrators to stimulate her.
Imagine the humiliation of having your own body betray you in public. This
is her ideal, her paragon of virtue."
The girl quickly taped the photos and note on the back of the bag holding
Sammy, and then connected two vibrators to the frame with short cables,
letting them fall lose so they were available for the guests later.
A few hours later, the other girls arrived, laughing to themselves as they
saw Sammy's newest additions. "I don't even want to meet her when this is
over," said the cheerleader. "Make sure you let us out first tomorrow
afternoon, ok?"
The artist laughed at that. "I don't blame you, she's probably going to be
a smelly mess by then, won't you, you dumb whore?" she said to Sammy's
oblivious form. "Ok, let's get you ready for the show." She led them into
the back, returning them to the same poses they'd had the previous day.
Sammy was jolted away a bit later by the shock of having one of the
vibrators crammed against her crotch on full blast. She initially couldn't
figure out where she was, or what was happening, and signaled this to the
entire room with her panicked squeals and shouts. Quickly it dawned on
her, and she could even make out the laughter of the crowd surrounding her.
The vibrator had initially been simply shocking, but the combination of its
insistent buzzing and the realization that she was intentionally being
pushed to cum in front of the entire exhibition made her quickly warm up.
She began to moan and pant, causing her tormentor to change techniques.
Sammy was driven close to the peak by having the vibrator pushed in
tightly, then taunted with the vibrator being pulled back so she could
barely feel it. However, the sound of the crowd quickly became the
dominant force driving her, and as their laughter swelled when the vibrator
was pulled entirely away, Sammy let out a ear piercing squeal as her entire
body shook. The crowd was startled by this, seeing the frame and bag
shimmy as Sammy fought against them.
It was quickly over, and Sammy calmed back down, with only her pants
emerging from the gag. The rest of the show went as before, with the
addition of her body being constantly tormented by the vibrators.
Eventually, their batteries had drained to the point where they no longer
had much effect.
When that night's show had concluded, the artist again let out the other
girls, and rolled the enema machine back out. Sammy was calming down after
the show, trying to reconstruct how many orgasms she'd had, all of them
loudly proclaimed to the anonymous people around her. However, she soon
felt the key sliding into the plug in her ass, and started to struggle and
scream. "Hey!" said the girl with a smack of her hand on Sammy's ass.
"Shut up! This is for your own good, you dumb cunt!" She reconnected the
machine despite Sammy's protests, turning it on before turning out the
lights and locking up.
Sammy was crying under all of the wrapping, waiting for the cold shock to
hit her. Suddenly, the water rushed in, but was warm. Sammy was relieved,
hoping the cycle from the previous night was just a first time thing. She
let her mind drift off with the constant flow, and was beginning to think
that she might be able to sleep, even with this running.
However, two hours later, the machine drained her, and started the cycle
again, freezing her with three painful punishing floods, then washing her
out in a mind numbing way. By the time morning came, Sammy's brain felt
like mush. The girl laughed to herself when she came in the next day,
hearing Sammy making a low constant whine. She left the machine connected,
and went into the back to prepare.
Sammy was in the numbing flush phase when she was jerked back to reality.
Again, the vibrator was jammed in her crotch, puzzling her. "Why is the
artist using the vibrator on me while I'm still getting enemas?"
Unbeknownst to Sammy, outside her cocoon, the artist was adding a live
component to her humiliation.
Speaking to the crowd who had gathered, the girl was saying, "I wanted to
make sure everyone knew that this is real. The whore has been attached to
this enema machine, so we should be able to make her meal right now." The
crowd stood back as the girl switched the machine off, letting the water
drain from Sammy. She again disconnected it from Sammy's plug, and drained
the excess water down her mouth. The extracted the small amount of shit
from the machine, "Her meal from yesterday," the girl said to the giggles
in the crowd. This was added to the other ingredients, and she again
syringe fed it to the moaning Sammy.
After she'd swallowed the first mouthful, Sammy realized what was happening
when she heard the applause surrounding her. "Why is breakfast a big
deal?" thought Sammy in confusion.
Sammy was resigned to this treatment by now, and settled in for hours of
torment. By the time the exhibit was over at 6pm, Sammy was nearly out of
it. After the visitors had left and the other models had been freed, the
artist and her assistants unhooked Sammy's frame from the ceiling, and
rolled her into the work room. The frame was removed, and the sealing
strip was ripped open. Sammy felt the bag spring away from her body as the
air rushed in, and felt the temperature suddenly drop on on sweat soaked
skin. The girl unlocked the connectors on Sammy's catheter, gag, and plug,
and then reached in to pull out Sammy and all of the photos and Sammy's
panties. These the girl placed in a plastic bag and hid in her bag.
Without the thick rubber holding her closely, Sammy began to try to
struggle free from her bonds. The girl used her foot to push Sammy's head
back down to the floor, "Sit still, you dumb bitch! Do you just want to
rip that catheter out of your crotch? I'm sure bleeding out of your
peehole is really fun for you, but I'm going to be pissed if I have to wash
that up!" Sammy froze, and the girl reached down, and cut carefully around
the catheter, freeing it somewhat. She then used her scissors to cut the
wrapping in a line straight up from Sammy's crotch. With this free to
Sammy's stomach, the girl deflated the balloon holding the catheter in
place, and slid it out. She then continued the cut up Sammy's chest,
cutting around to release Sammy's arms from her chest.
The moment Sammy felt her arms come free, her right hand dove down to her
crotch, where she started pawing at herself through the mitt her hand was
wrapped in. "Christ, all that just got you warmed up, didn't it, you slut?
Let me get that free for you then." The girl cut down the inside of
Sammy's arm, helping Sammy free her hand at the end. Sammy's hand went
back, ripping the tape off her labia, and letting the ben wa balls slide
out in a wave of her slime. "You're gross, with that sloppy snatch."
The girl continued cutting, freeing Sammy's legs and feet, then releasing
her left arm. Sammy was still fiercely fingering herself as the girl sat
down, putting Sammy's head into her lap. She carefully cut around Sammy's
neck, cutting the hood of tape, plastic, and gauze so that it would flip
open to one side. When she was satisfied it was clear, she pulled it open,
letting the light flood into Sammy's eyes at the very moment she reached
orgasm. Sammy was looking up as her eyes adjusted, seeing the girl looking
down at her. "You're a disgusting whore," the girl said with a sneer as
she spit into Sammy's mouth. "Go get clean, you smelly pig," she said as
she pulled that gag out of Sammy.
--
After showering in a tiny stall in the back, Sammy found all her clothes
back in place in the basket, with the exception of her panties. She turned
around to the girl and said, "Um...Miss?"
"What is it? I'm busy planning for next weekend!" the girl shouted back.
"Um...I can't seem to find my panties? Have you seen them?"
"Oh, now you're good enough that you have to wear panties? Did you even
wear any when you came here?"
"Yeah, I mean, I know I did, I always do, but I can't find them," Sammy
stuttered back.
"Then they were probably stolen by some creep. I'll ask around to see if
anyone noticed someone sneaking back here during one of the shows."
"Oh, ok, I guess I can make due without them to get home."
"Yeah, you probably can make due, can't you?" the girl responded, mocking
Sammy's voice.
Sammy got dressed, and got ready to leave. The girl stopped her before she
left, "So you'll need to be here next week on Thursday, got it? And like I
said before, we start at noon, so we're not rushed. Can your tiny brain
process that? Should I write it down and pin it to your shirt so you won't
forget? Thursday. Noon."
"No, that's ok, I got it. Noon on Thursday. I'll be here."
"You fucking better, bitch. And try not to be as dumb next time?"
"Sure, I will. Um...thanks, and I'll see you next week?" Sammy said with a
smile. The girl simply waved her hand in a dismissive gesture, and
continued looking down at her notes.
--
Sammy arrived home soon after, and although she'd intended to have a snack
and maybe take another shower, she instead simply collapsed onto her bed.
The next morning when she awoke, she looked over at the clock to see that
it read 11AM. Panicked, Sammy stripped down, quickly showered, dressed for
work, and rushed to the office.
Sammy didn't see any problems in the office when she finally arrived at
noon, but just before she was about to leave for the day, she saw her boss
in the hallway. "Oh, Sammy, can I have a word with you for a moment?"
Sammy blushed red, and followed him back to his office.
They sat down, and he took a deep breath before starting. "I don't know if
you're having problems at home or something, Samantha. I also don't care
what you do on the weekends in your spare time. However, you need to
understand that you need to leave all of that there, and not bring it with
you to work here. You see what I'm saying, right? You can even have
another job if you want, but here, we need you to be professional, and get
to work on time, and keep focused. Alright?"
Sammy nodded in agreement. "Fine, fine. Let's make tomorrow a better day,
alright?"
Sammy nodded again. "Um, sorry to ask now, but I do need to take some
vacation time this week, so I can have Friday and half of Thursday off. Is
that ok?"
"Sure, sure, just get the forms done, so everyone will know that you won't
be here. Again, do what you want with your free time, and use all the
vacation you earn. It's the structure of things that's important,
alright?"
Sammy nodded again, and got up to leave.
The rest of the week went as normal, with the standard level of boring
work. However, every so often, Sammy would daydream a bit, and wonder to
herself, "After all that, and all the things that were done to me, why
would I ever agree to do it again?"
sammy_808@live.com
The Exhibition Part 3 sammy_808@live.com
--
Thursday came around, and Sammy was basically useless at work that morning.
She could barely concentrate on her work, and was glad when it got to be
11:45. She left and then drove back to the gallery. She parked again, and
went back to the front door and knocked. She waited a few minutes, then
knocked again. Finally, just as she was about to knock again, the door
opened and the girl poked her head out. "What the fuck do you want?
You're not dropping out, are you?"
"Um...no, it's noon, so I'm here to get ready for the show," Sammy replied.
The girl just looked down and covered her eyes with her hand. Are you
really this fucking dumb? Do you spend your entire life just wandering
around fucking shit up? It's Thursday you stupid cunt. Thursday! What
day does the show open? Fucking Friday! Do you notice how these days are
named different things? That's so people like, who actually can accomplish
something, can tell people like you, who can't even fucking listen, when
things will happen."
"Oh, um, I could have sworn you said that it was Thursday this week, not
Friday, so I was just trying to follow your instructions better this time,
and I'm so sorry," Sammy mumbled back, looking down at her feet, and trying
to hold back tears.
"Christ, at this point, I'm not sure I fucking trust you to drive home and
come back twenty-four hours later. You'll probably forget and show up next
Tuesday or something. Fine, get the fuck in here, we can get you prepped
now." The girl led the way into the back, smiling silently to herself.
"Or, maybe you're not as dumb as you seem, and just wanted an extra day
wrapped up?"
Sammy blushed, and felt the damp spot in her panties grow. "No, really, I
seriously thought that you said Thursday last week."
"I see, so you are as dumb as you seem. Got it." Sammy blushed a deeper
color, wondering why she set herself up for that insult. Even more so, she
was wondering why the insults kept turning her on so much. Once they were
in the back, the girl sat down in a chair and stared at Sammy, who just
blushed more. "Ok, dummy, anytime you want to take off your clothes,
that'd be great." Sammy started stripping as the girl stared at her,
dropping her clothes into the basket next to her. "Great, you can do that
correctly. Wonderful. You know what's next." The girl held up the
catheter to make her point. Sammy sat down on the ground, and held herself
open as the girl inserted the catheter into her bladder. Once it was
inflated, the girl pushed the ben wa balls into Sammy again as well. "I
guess we can skip the lube this week," she muttered to herself as they slid
in place. The girl took a paper towel, and used it to dry Sammy's labia
before putting the strip of tape in place.
"Flip over, dummy," the girl commanded as she picked up the plug for
Sammy's ass. Sammy complied, and raised her ass up into the air for the
girl. She quickly felt the cold lubed tip at her anus, and felt the girl
pushing and twisting it into her. She pushed back, and felt her ass expand
as the plug stretched her out. She let out a brief gasp as the widest part
entered her, then let out a quiet moan it it settled into place.
"Ok, face up here, bitch, let's get the ring in place." Sammy pushed up,
and knelt in front of the girl, with her mouth open. The girl again
prepared the gag, filling the lip groove with the paste. "Open that hole
wider, dummy," the girl ordered as she started to fit it in place. Since
Sammy now knew how it fit, she was able to use her tongue to push things
into place.
The wrapping proceeded as before, with the girl wrapping up her hair and
head first. She only wrapped the gauze down to Sammy's shoulders, then
switched to the wrap, and then to the tape. This time the girl was using
white colored duct tape, although Sammy couldn't tell the difference from
the inside. When the girl was happy with Sammy's head, she started on her
right arm. She duplicated the procedure from the previous week, wrapping
each finger separately, then up Sammy's arm, weaving the gauze in with the
wrappings on her head. Once the plastic wrap was done, Sammy bent her arm
to put her hand back into the pose she had last week. "No, we're not doing
that again, dummy. It has to be different each time, otherwise it's just
the same boring thing over again. How about you let me be the artist, ok?
Does that work for you?" Sammy let her arm go limp, and felt the girl
doubling it up so that her hand was next to her shoulder. Next, she felt
the tape wrapping around her wrist, locking it to her upper arm and in that
pose.
The girl took her time wrapping Sammy's arm, turning the entire thing into
a massive flipper. She repeated the process with Sammy's left arm,
laughing a bit to herself as she saw Sammy kneeling in front of her, using
the flippers to keep her balance. Next up was Sammy's torso, which the
girl started by wrapping Sammy's neck and armpits with a snaking roll of
the gauze. She wrapped and taped this up first, ensuring that the tape
held Sammy's hand flat against her shoulders. Then, starting from each
hand, she spiraled the gauze down both sides of Sammy's body, stopping at
her crotch. Next was the plastic and tape, but she made another change for
this exhibit. Instead of simply covering Sammy entirely, she made sure to
keep Sammy's nipples exposed. Sammy noticed this change, and based on the
number of times she felt the girl brush up against them, assumed that it
wasn't accidental.
"Ok, dummy, I'm going to push you onto your back." The girl did so, and
Sammy flipped her feet from underneath her so her knees were up in the air.
The girl started on Sammy's legs, wrapping them as before. When they were
done, she pushed Sammy's left leg back so her heel was against her ass.
Again she started the tape wrap, sealing the leg up in a doubled over
flipper. She repeated on Sammy's right leg, leaving her helplessly
flailing her flippers around. "Roll over, dummy," the girl commanded, but
as Sammy tried, she couldn't get her stumps to cooperate, and moaned as she
wobbled around on her back. "Like this, stupid," the girl said as she
pulled Sammy's left arm and leg flat on the ground, and then pulled on
Sammy's right over the top. "Now stand up so I can finish your ass."
Sammy slowly slid up, balancing herself on her elbows and knees on the
padded floor. "Very good, bitch," said the girl as she started on Sammy's
ass. She quickly wrapped gauze around the top of Sammy's thigh, and then
continued up and over her crotch. As before with the nipples, the girl
avoided Sammy's vulva, wrapping the rest of her crotch and ass as before.
"Now, hold still while I put on the top covering," the girl said as she
pulled off and cut an assortment of strips. She added some strips in
black, and as Sammy held still, the girl recovered Sammy with more white
and black tape. Sammy couldn't tell, but by the time the girl was done,
she had mimicked the skin of a dalmatian with the tape. She left Sammy's
face blank, but did add two floppy ears to the top of her head.
As she finished wrapping, Sammy heard the girl's cellphone go off. She
could hear her talking, but the girl had walked away, so with the wrapping
covering her head, she couldn't make out any of the words. A few minutes
later, she heard the girl walk back into the prep room. "Change of plans,
dummy. I have to go take care of some stuff, so I can't finish you up
right now. So I guess you're just going to stay like that for a little
bit. Come on, I have someplace safe for you to wait." The girl stood
there for a moment as Sammy started crawling in a random direction. "For
fuck's sake, bitch, I have something to do, I don't have time for you to
pull this shit." She picked up a leash and collar from her bag, and
buckled the collar around Sammy's neck. "Now come on!" she said with a
tug. Sammy plodded after her, using the constant tug on the collar to know
which way to go.
The girl had led Sammy down the hallway to one of the storage rooms, and
opened the door in front of her. She led Sammy to a large cage tucked
under one of the shelves, and opened the door. She led Sammy to it, and
then knelt down behind her. "I'd hate for you to make a mess," said the
girl as she unplugged the catheter, and connected it to a collection bag.
She then pushed Sammy forward, feeding the leash and bag through the bars
of the door. Sammy heard the cage door shut with a slam, and heard the
deadbolt lock slide shut. "You should be safe in there, dummy." Sammy
noticed that the floor was padded here as well, and so she slid down onto
her stomach. The girl made sure the collection bag was tucked out of the
way, and then looped the leash around one of the bars. She then stood up,
turned off the light, and shut the storage room door again.
Sammy did explore a bit, eventually deciding she was locked in a heavy
metal box, about four feet wide and six feet deep, and after standing up
and craning her neck up as much as she could, only about two and a half
feet tall. Only the front seemed to be barred, with the other walls being
solid. Sammy resigned herself, and let her body flop down on her side
against the wall at the front of the cage. She wondered how long she would
have to wait for the girl to return.
--
Sammy woke up with a start. She initially had no idea where she was, and
struggled against her bonds in vain. She quickly realized that she was
still mummified and stuck in the cage, but had no idea how long she'd been
asleep. She moaned quietly, but heard no response. Hours went by, and
Sammy reviewed what had happened last week in her mind, her current
predicament too distracting to let her think of anything else but being
tightly bound. Why had she come back? "That girl made me drink my own
pee, and let people force me to orgasm. That machine is just torture. I
should have stayed home, and never come back here. So why did I?" Despite
turning the issue over and over in her head, Sammy never noticed the cool
drop sliding down her ass. Eventually she drifted back to sleep, resigned
that the girl wasn't coming back anytime soon.
--
It was about noon the next day when the girl finally decided that she was
ready to finish Sammy up. She opened the door to the storage room, turned
on the lights, and then gave the door of the cage a kick, letting it clang
in its frame. Sammy jolted up, and tried to struggle to her "feet." "Wake
up, bitch. Time to finish what we started yesterday. You ready?" The
girl unlocked the cage, and reached in to pull Sammy out. She helped her
so she could walk, and picked up the collection bag filled with Sammy's
pee, depositing it onto Sammy's back. She closed the cage, and tugged on
the leash. "Come on, bitch, time to get you into place."
Sammy waddled after the girl, somewhat surprised to feel the urine draining
back down into her bladder. "Muh!" she shouted through her gag.
"Shut the fuck up, dummy. I know you're hungry. Once you're in place,
I'll feed you like before, and then you'll feel better, ok, dumbfuck? I
know you probably want to lick it up out of a dog dish since you're all
wrapped up like that, but I'd really rather not take the chance that you
won't fuck up my art with fucking food stains. Got it?"
Sammy simply sighed, and wallowed as fast as she could go to keep the
collar from choking her. The leash suddenly went slack, and she felt the
collection bag come off her back. She was about to take one more step,
when she felt the girl's boot on her side, and after a quick push, toppled
over onto her back. Sammy wobbled her limbs around, and then felt the girl
sit down on her stomach, with her legs on either side of Sammy's body. "I
came up with something new for you to try, bitch. I'm sure it'll be a
popular part of the exhibition."
The girl picked up a small flat plastic card, and untangled two wires from
one edge. She straightened the wires out, and then picked up an icecube
from a mug on the floor next to her. She smashed the icecube into Sammy's
right nipple, eliciting a quick scream from her. The girl pulled the cube
away, and used her fingers to quickly dry Sammy's nipple and to pull it out
as far as she could. She next took one of the wires from the plastic card,
and twisted the bare end around the extended nipple, wrapping it five times
before she ran out of wire. Next, she picked up a tiny rubber band, and
pushed it down until it met the wire. The repeated with the other wire,
using the rubber band to keep the two wires from touching. The girl
repeated the process on Sammy's left nipple, before looking down and
tapping the fleshy tips of both with her palms.
The girl stood up, grabbed a hand towel, and then sat down between Sammy's
legs. She pulled the tape sealing Sammy's labia together off in one quick
tear, and then used the towel to blot Sammy dry. She then pulled off a new
strip of clear tape, and while holding it between her left thumb and index
finger, used her right hand to spread Sammy open before dropping the tape
in place, holding Sammy's left labia spread wide. She did the same on the
right, bringing out another moan from Sammy.
The girl then slid Sammy into the outer bag, and began arranging her
connectors as she had the previous week. "Ok, now I'm going to need to
concentrate all your brain on this one, ok, dummy?" the girl shouted to
Sammy. "I'm going to put your arms and legs in the position I want them
in, and I need you to not move from there. That's it. Just hold still, no
matter what. Can you do that? Can you not fuck this up?" Sammy let out a
small mew, and the girl then pushed through the plastic bag to arrange
Sammy's limbs. She pushed them down, and spread them around, so that each
limb extended out towards the corners of the bag. "There. Don't fucking
move, you slut."
The girl ensured that the two plastic cards were pulled out to the sides of
Sammy, sitting nearly a foot from Sammy's armpits. The girl then picked up
her stack of pictures and notes, and used the pole to place them. She
picked up Sammy's panties from her basket, and arranged them showing the
crust in the crotch below the card on Sammy's left, aligned with Sammy's
waist. She pulled the panties she'd stolen from Sammy the previous week,
and placed them in the same position on Sammy's right.
When she was satisfied, she flipped on the sealing iron to warm up, and
connected the vacuum. A few minutes later, she had completed the process,
and stood up. She had her assistants help her connect the bag up to the
frame, and they wheeled her out to the gallery. Once she was satisfied
with the height, she connected the last things on the outside of the frame.
The first was a new collection bag for Sammy's catheter, which she again
placed on the left side. The old bag was hooked above it, and she snaked
the "return tube" back up to top, and connected it to the water bottle.
She had redesigned this, and it now had a bent tube on the spigot, so it
cleanly curved into Sammy's mouth. Before twisting it into place, she fed
the end through a tight rubber hole in the side of a circular plug. Once
she was happy that it was securely attached, she spun it into place, which
put the plug over Sammy's mouth opening. The girl then twisted a ring on
the plug, locking it to Sammy's gag. The plug stuck out only an inch or so
from the gag's edge, and Sammy could tell when it was locked on, as her
mouth was no longer drying out as much as it had been the previous week.
Although the air was moister, she didn't have any trouble breathing with it
in place.
The girl then used a bit of glue to attach two more plastic cards in
position over the two cards encased in the bag with Sammy. She ran the
wires over to the right edge of the frame, and unspooled another wire to
match those two, and ran the three down to a small box with three red
buttons labeled "L", "R", and "M". The connected the other end of the
third wire to the plug on Sammy's gag, and then stepped back to survey her
display. Satisfied with her creation, she went to the back to prepare
Sammy's lunch.
Without any of the "special ingredient" for the smoothie, the girl decided
to simply add a couple of extra bananas. Once it was done, she took it
back to the gallery, and climbed up to feed it to Sammy. She unscrewed the
locking ring on the plug, and let it rotate away from Sammy's mouth. "Good
job, slut. You are able to concentrate on one thing long enough to not
fuck up my art. Now, here's your lunch, and then you can relax before the
show. Since, you know, you have to do so much work to get this thing done,
it's not like I've been planning it and buying all the parts. Lazy cunt."
Sammy moaned apologetically, although she wasn't quite sure why. The girl
fed her as before, but Sammy could tell that something was different, as it
seemed to have a stronger banana flavor. When she was done, the girl swung
the plug back into place, locking it back into position. The girl squeezed
the "water" bag, filling up the bottle. "There, now you can have your
favorite drink, you filthy whore." Sammy blushed under all the wrapping,
but still licked at the tap, letting her cold piss wash over her tongue.
The girl looked closely, and was happy to see that Sammy's spread pussy was
nicely becoming cloudy through the plastic, as her slime oozed out onto the
inner surface.
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The Exhibition Part 4 sammy_808@live.com
--
Two hours later, the show opened, revealing Sammy to the crowd once again.
She faintly heard the artist addressing them. "Welcome to the second
weekend of my exhibition! It's nice to see so many familiar faces
returning! I expected something like this might happen, so I took care to
update the main display with a number of new features. Feel free to play
around as much as you'd like, I've put some explanations down in the
corner, but come and find me if you have and specific questions. Have a
great evening, everybody, and enjoy!"
Sammy heard the crowd clapping, and blushed deeply while she felt her
crotch leak even more. "They're clapping for me, displayed like this."
Outside her shell, the crowd was investigating the new display. Along the
left edge, the girl had arranged a series of photos. She had used some of
the same from the previous week, along with some additions. At the top,
she had the photo of Sammy signing the contract. Below that, the story
from the last week: Sammy stripping naked, Sammy's spread crotch with the
catheter sticking out, Sammy half mummified, Sammy on display the previous
week, Sammy connected to the enema machine, the blender with Sammy's shit
on top, Sammy's tongue extending to accept the blended smoothie, and then
at the very bottom, an overhead shot of Sammy sprawled on the floor, still
partially mummified attempting to masturbate with her useless hand.
On the backside, more photos were arranged, showing Sammy from this week.
Again it started with a photo of Sammy stripping, taken at the point where
she was letting the panties that were now on display with her slide past
her knees. Next, Sammy half mummified with her arms folded over, then
Sammy fully mummified, flailing around on her back. The next four showed
Sammy being collared, walking down the hallway, entering the cage, and then
sleeping curled in the corner. The next two showed Sammy walking back from
the cage with her collection bag bulging on her back, and then finally was
another closeup shot of Sammy's wrapped head and the water bottle filled
with dark yellow urine, as Sammy's tongue was flicking the end of the tube
to let it drain into her mouth.
Next to the set of photos, the girl had again inserted Sammy's driver's
license and social security card, above the contract signed by Sammy.
Below that, she had typed up a letter "from Sammy," using one of the
contract pages she'd manipulated. This left Sammy's signature at the
bottom, making it look completely authentic. The letter read:
"Hi Everybody!
You're probably wondering who I am, and what I'm doing here. I'm Samantha
Kahele, but you can just call me Sammy. During the week, I work at Smith
and Company doing boring stuff. However, I've always wanted to do
something more, and having the opportunity to be part of a great art
project like this has been a dream come true.
Yes, it is very humiliating to be exposed and shown like a piece of meat.
That's actually what makes it so great! Knowing that you're outside
watching me as I orgasm, or drink my own pee, or eat milkshakes of my own
shit. That's what drives me up that cliff to those orgasms!
I know that I'm disgusting, but I don't care. Enjoy my humiliation as much
as I do, and I hope you take advantage of everything I can offer you!
Love, Sammy"
Along the right side of the panel, the artist had put her own note.
"Humiliation Whore 2 (2014)
I really couldn't believe how desperate she was to get back on display.
She returned a day early, and begged me to wrap her up so she could feel
the bondage that much longer. When I suggested that she was like a dog in
heat, I immediately know what position she would enjoy. The only problem
dealing with material like her is scavenging my mind to come up with ever
greater humiliations to keep up with her debauched enjoyment.
I hope your enjoyment is also spurred by my creation, as you assist her in
those humiliations."
The visitors also saw that the collar around Sammy's neck had a large tag
on it, arranged perfectly against the outer plastic so it could be clearly
read. "Samantha Kahele: Humiliation Whore."
--
The crowd quickly started in, investigating the new display. One person
started by simply poking at the plastic over Sammy's spread cunt. Sammy
moaned as this happened, and the crowd laughed as they saw her slime move
under the cover. Another saw the buttons on the box, and pushed the "L"
button on top. To the crowd, the result of this was Sammy letting out a
ear piercing scream. She struggled against her bonds, but this only
resulted in a slight wobble of the frame that moved the button away from
the finger pushing it. Sammy panted through her gag, relieved that the
electric shock that had shot through her left breast had stopped.
"Oh, I see you've found her electric nipples," the artist said with a
smile. Sammy was recovering from this sudden attack when her right breast
felt the shock, followed by both breasts at once. "Don't worry," the
artist said to the guest. "There's a limit that ensures she gets some
rest."
"And the M?" the guest asked as Sammy panted through her gag.
"Give it a try," she responded. Sammy continued to pant, but felt the gag
shake once, and felt her air completely cut off. No matter what she did,
she couldn't breathe. She quickly felt her chest shaking as she panicked.
Seconds later, the air suddenly returned, leaving Sammy to make a loud
gasping breath. "It inflates a tiny balloon in her gag, forcing her to
conserve her air better than she just did," the artist said to the guest.
"Again, the whole thing has protections built in. She can't be choked or
shocked faster than a certain rate, and the durations and levels are
somewhat randomized, just to keep things active for her."
Sammy hadn't expected that there would be more things to deal with. She
wasn't sure how much she'd be able to take of things like this. Just then,
her nipples lit up again, but at a much lower intensity. She yelped
through the gag, and felt someone poking the vibrator into her left breast,
which did little more than modulate her moaning.
The show seemed a constant barrage of sensations. Vibrations, shocks,
panicked moments without air, all the while recycling her own piss for the
amusement of the crowd. The effect this had had on her was increasingly
visible to that crowd, as her cunt perpetually oozed onto the plastic
screen separating them.
Toward the end of the show, she felt completely drained. Again the crowd
had discovered that they could push her urine back up into her body from
the mostly full collection bag, and she whined as this happened. The
whining brought the artist back over, who switched it out with a new one,
and connected the full one to her water bottle, pushing the twice recycled
pee back up for her to drink again.
Sammy was recovering from this, she felt the vibrator jammed roughly
against her cunt, and held there firmly. Although she'd been teased
throughout the evening, none of the sensations had been consistent enough
to push her over the edge. This was different, and Sammy could quickly
feel herself warming up, as her breathing picked up until she was panting
through the gag. Just as she reached the peak, the gag sealed shut, and
the vibrator was drawn away, replaced with the shocking of her left nipple.
The assault of sensations battered Sammy's mind, but as she struggled to
fill her lungs, she felt her insides quake with the orgasm that was causing
her to shake the entire frame.
From outside, the crowd saw the frame wobble wildly, and then suddenly
stop, as Sammy went completely slack. Without hearing much breathing when
the gag reopened, someone pushed the "R" button, sending another massive
shock to Sammy's right nipple. The sudden pain of this jolted Sammy back
to consciousness, and she immediately started gasping for air. She could
hear the applause from outside the bag over her own frantic breathing, and
felt yet another orgasm rock her at this realization.
At the end of the show, Sammy was barely lucid. She slowly realized that
the din of the crowd had died out, and the various attacks had subsided.
She was dreading the enema machine, but the girl left with only a slap on
Sammy's ass. Sammy was surprised by this change, but took the opportunity
to settle into a deep sleep.
--
The next morning, Sammy was awoken when she felt her catheter shake when
the collection bag was changed. Her mind slowly cleared as she fully woke
up, at which point she realized that she didn't feel well. She was very
hungry, and could feel her stomach gurgling, but quickly realized that part
of the problem was that she'd been plugged for nearly two days, and needed
to poop badly. She moaned weakly as she felt her bowels cramp and twitch,
and quickly came to the conclusion that this was nearly as bad as the
enemas.
By the time the show opened, Sammy was already in tears from the pain. She
wasn't sure she'd be able to deal with this added pain in addition to the
rest of the tortures. She heard the crowd entering, and felt the first few
gropes and prods. She heard the artist welcoming the audience, and quickly
explaining the buttons and rest of the exhibit. One thing that Sammy
couldn't hear was the enema machine being rolled up next to her. After
about an hour, she was able to hear the artist again through the haze in
her head.
"Ladies and gentlemen, there have been some questions about the smoothies,
and in the interest of clearing this up, we'll have a live presentation!"
Sammy had no idea what this meant, but soon felt the key slide in place in
her plug, followed by the inner tube pushing inside her. A few moments
later, the felt the outer tube locking into place. Outside, the artist
showed the empty solids collection bag to the crowd, then closed the cover,
and flipped on the system.
At first, Sammy didn't feel anything except for a twitch as the inner tube
flexed as the water filled it. Soon, though, Sammy could feel the icy
chill as the water inflated her. With the added volume filled by the extra
shit, Sammy thought for sure that she would rupture as the pressure
increased. She felt her body break out in a cold sweat as she was filled,
further chilling her. After the fifteen minute holding time, she felt the
suction pulling the filthy water out of her. She sighed through her gag,
glad to have the pressure released, and glad that she no longer felt like
she was cramping.
However, Sammy knew this wasn't the end, and felt the cold water flood back
into her. Without the panic that she had felt on the first one, the
realization that Sammy could still hear the crowd outside laughing and
talking to each other, as they watched her having her shit flushed out of
her. By the end of the third flush, Sammy could feel that she had been
largely cleaned out. She was anticipating the constant warm cycling to
begin, but the artist had other plans.
She had spent the last cycle filling up the blender with the bananas and
mix, and then climbing up to drain some of the pee into the carafe. When
the cycle finished, she opened the side panel of the machine, pulled out
the stuffed bag of shit, and added that in as well. After a quick pulse,
she drained the mess into a large syringe, and climbed back up the ladder.
She unscrewed the gag cap, and placed the tip of the syringe on Sammy's
tongue, and squirted some of the smoothie into her mouth.
Sammy was initially confused by this change in the schedule, especially
with the interruption of the enemas, even though she could still feel the
tubes in her ass. She swallowed quickly due to her hunger, and it was only
when the artist stepped down to refill the syringe that she came to the
sudden realization. The previous smoothies had been dominated by the
bananas and the smoothie mix flavor. However, the mass of shit that had
been extracted from her and mixed in dominated the flavor in this batch.
This allowed Sammy to realize what that faint odd flavor had been in the
previous ones. She was being force fed her own shit as well as her piss.
She squealed loudly through the open gag as this thought passed through her
mind.
"I think our little humiliation whore has finally realized what she's been
eating," said the artist to the crowd. Sammy could hear the roar of the
crowd as they laughed at her, prompting her to let her squeal fade to a
soft mewling. When she felt the second syringe ooze out the rest of her
meal, she slowly swallowed it to fill her stomach.
Once her meal demonstration was finished, the girl sealed her gag again,
and Sammy washed the last taste of her shit out of her mouth with her piss
bottle. She was swallowing when the enema machine started up again, nearly
causing her to choke.
The show continued with Sammy being filled and drained on her now expected
schedule. The combination of this with the torments from the guests
quickly reduced Sammy to a mindless blob. The constant bombardment of
sensations left her unable to concentrate on anything for too long, and she
was left releasing a nearly constant moan, which was occasionally
punctuated by a scream when the shocks hit her on high.
After all the guests had left, the girl gave Sammy a quick slap on her ass,
and then turned out the lights and left, leaving her to be assaulted
internally all night long. The next day was barely noticed by Sammy, as
her sleep deprived mind could do nothing but poke at her piss bottle when
she felt thirsty, and swallow her shit smoothie when it was squirted onto
her tongue. Outside, however, the crowd enjoyed watching the smashed
puddle of slime that had spread down between the plastic between her legs.
--
When the exhibition finally closed, the artist rolled Sammy back to the
work room, and released her from the plastic bag. She then started cutting
Sammy out of her mummification. Sammy laid perfectly still, eventually
curling up and shivering as the final parts were removed. She was so tired
and over stimulated, that the idea of masturbating again was the last thing
on her mind. The girl finally dragged Sammy over to the bathroom and into
the shower, using the duct tape cocoon as a sled to slide her easily. She
then turned the shower on warm, and left Sammy to recover.
Sammy slowly warmed up, and as she did, stood up and slowly washed the
grime from her skin. She was more tired than she could ever remember, and
kept nodding off with her head against the wall of the shower. She dried
off, and then went back to the work room to get dressed. As she was on her
way out the door, the artist shouted over to her. "Hey, you didn't fuck it
up as much this week as I was afraid you would! Maybe with some more
practice, you could even get to a level of actually being good at this."
"Uh...um...thanks?" replied Sammy with a dazed face.
"Whatever, go home, dummy." Sammy complied, driving home, walking in to
her apartment, and collapsing on top of her bed fully dressed.
--
Sammy woke up to the alarm on her phone, and reached over to shut it off.
She stared at the screen, and tried to force the colors into recognizable
shapes. "8:02 AM Tuesday," she eventually made out.
"TUESDAY!" Sammy shouted as she jerked awake. "HOLY SHIT I SLEPT THROUGH
ALL OF MONDAY!" She quickly stripped off the messy clothes she'd slept in,
and rushed to the shower. Forty-five minutes later, she was walking in to
her office dressed like it was just a normal day at work.
In her head, she was quietly going over the story if anyone asked, "Ok, I
woke up on Sunday feeling dizzy, and by that evening I had a really bad
fever, and couldn't hardly move. I was going to call in, but when I
checked my phone call log, I'd switched some numbers around, so my sick
notice went to some random person instead. I felt far better this morning,
so I'm back! Perfect!"
Sammy was stuck in her planning, but once she had her story straight in her
head, she noticed that everyone else in the office was completely quiet,
without any of the usual morning gossip. She also felt like everyone was
avoiding her gaze when she'd glance over at them. When she got to her
desk, she saw there was a note to see her boss in his office.
She knocked softly, and heard his voice inside telling her to enter. She
did so, and sat in the chair he gestured towards while he picked up the
phone. He dialed it, simply said, "She's here, let's do this now," to the
person on the other end, and hung up.
"Um, sir, I'm sorry about missing yesterday, but..." Sammy started.
"Wait for that. We need to wait for everyone else to arrive," he replied.
"Everyone...else?" Sammy asked to no reply. A few minutes later, there was
a knock and the door opened and two more people entered.
"Ok, we can start now," Sammy's boss began, "This is Beth Marcus, head of
HR, and Samuel Tenaka, lead council."
"But I was just sick yesterday, and I tried to call, but I guess I dialed
wrong, but I was so confused from the fever that I didn't notice until
today, and..." Sammy blurted out her carefully prepared excuse, but came to
a sudden stop when she saw the pages of pictures that the HR director had
pulled from an envelope and spread across the desk.
Her eyes bulged as she saw the series of pictures of her being put into the
mummification and vacuum bag, as well as the stills from her various
tortures. She was trying to conceive how they had gotten these, and was
just barely listening to her boss.
"...and we don't care what you do outside of work on your own time, and
you're certainly free to take vacation time for whatever purpose you want.
But, you have to understand Ms. Kahele, there needs to be a separation
between your home and work lives. You can't bring us into this by
advertising that you work for this company when you do these...events."
"How.....where..." Sammy mindlessly asked as she flipped through the
photos.
"They were anonymously emailed last night to myself and a wide range of the
upper management. We immediately called Beth and Samuel in, and made sure
that there were no additional forwarding, and set up this meeting with you.
We've checked, and although there aren't any rules that we can find that
you've broken, we hope you understand the position this has put the company
in. If this leaks out further, it could seriously jeopardize the contracts
we have with the state. You understand right?"
"I'm...fired?" Sammy said as she looked up from the photos for the first
time.
"No, Samantha dear, you misunderstood me. Mr. Tenaka's drawn up a document
for you, if you'd like to sign, and then we'll tally up your remaining
vacation days and a small extra fee, and go our separate ways." Sammy
looked down at the document as it was slid towards her.
"This notice serves as my letter of resignation, effective immediately,"
was the line that Sammy's eyes locked on to. She could feel her hand
shaking as she reached across for a pen, and then signed at the bottom as
tears welled up in her eyes.
"I'm really sorry, Samantha, you were such a wonderful employee, but we
just can't have this kind of publicity."
Sammy walked out of the office, and, accompanied by a security guard,
emptied out her desk into a box, and went out to the parking lot to get in
to her car. Sammy had no idea what she was going to do, and after driving
aimlessly for an hour, found herself parking her car behind the gallery.
After pounding on the door for ten minutes, the girl finally came to open
it. "Do you just get progressively dumber? It's fucking Tuesday, bitch!
I don't need you today!" she shouted as she opened it.
"THEY FIRED ME!" Sammy shouted hysterically back.
"Who did what?"
"Someone took pictures of me last weekend, and emailed them to my boss!
They made me resign!"
"Well, then technically they didn't fire you, did they?"
Sammy just let her jaw drop, and started sobbing.
"Fuck, come in, I can't have you making a scene out on the sidewalk." They
walked back to the work room, and the girl sat down in a chair. "Have a
seat, and tell me what's going on, ok?"
Sammy didn't see any other chairs in the room, and so she dropped down to
sit on the floor. "They had pictures of everything, and closeups of
my....and then there was this letter that I didn't write, but it mentioned
where I work, and you could see me drinking my own piss, and it was
everything. And they sent it to my boss, and now I don't have a job, and
I'll lose my apartment, and I'll have to live on the street, and my life is
ruined!"
The girl just let out a small chuckle. "Ruined? Come over here," the girl
gestured, and Sammy crawled over to her. The girl spread her legs, and
used her hand to push Sammy's hair out of her face, and then wiped the
tears off her cheeks before letting her head rest on her left thigh.
"Didn't you enjoy yourself? I assume you did, and that's why you came back
for the second show. You could have left at anytime."
"Yeah, but..."
"But it's not fun when other people know you enjoy it?"
"No, that's not it, it's just..."
"Why do you care what they think? I know you enjoy being humiliated in
front of other people. They don't get a say in anything. It's what you
like. It's not their place to say being a humiliation whore is wrong."
"But...what am I going to do now?"
"Well, I was thinking about taking the exhibition on tour. Would you be
interested in that? Going from town to town, doing this full time?"
"But my stuff here, I'd need to put it in storage, and sell my car," Sammy
said, listing off a thousand things that she was concerned about.
The girl stood up, stepped away from Sammy, and walked over to the desk on
the other side of the room. She opened the desk, and pulled out the
collar. "It's your choice if you want it, Sammy."
Sammy thought about it, and then stood up to walk over. "No. Like a
bitch," shouted the girl. Sammy froze, and then dropped down to her knees
to crawl. "No, you dumb whore, do it right." Sammy looked up at her, and
the girl made an exaggerated look to Sammy's right, where the basket was
sitting. Sammy instantly understood, and stripped naked, putting all of
her belongings into the basket. She then crawled over to the girl, who
wrapped the collar around her neck.
As she led Sammy back to put her into the cage, the girl said, "Now you
don't need to worry about anything. I'll deal with your property, and I'll
get a new contract drawn up for you to sign." She opened the cage door,
allowing Sammy to crawl in. "I think you'll have a good time with me,
dummy," the girl said as she closed and locked the massive door. "I'll
take good care of you." Sammy curled up on the floor as the girl turned
off the light and closed and locked the storage room door.
--
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The Exhibition: The Candle sammy_808@live.com
--
Sammy woke up in her cage as usual. "Must be morning," she thought to
herself. She rolled over, and felt her tummy grumble at her. "I wish I
knew what was wrong." The last few days, Sammy had been fed less and less,
with last night's dinner being only a small can of shake Annie had rolled
in front of the cage from the storage room door.
Sammy'd been locked in the cage a lot more than usual as well. She had
gotten used to spending most days curled up on the floor of the work room
while Annie worked on her computer and drawings. Then, a couple of weeks
ago, she only seemed to be let out when Annie wanted to take measurements
of her, stretching her out in all sorts of ways and wrapping bits of string
around her that she then slid off and carefully labeled them with weird
codes. After the measurements were done, Sammy was led back to her cage to
sit and be bored some more.
Sammy rolled over onto her back, and stretched out, pushing her arms
through the bars of the cage. She heard the door open, and slid forward to
push her face to the bars. "Come on, pet, today's a big day," Annie said
as she stepped over and unlocked the cage. She swung the door open, and
attached Sammy's leash as she crawled out. "We have to get you ready for
today's show!"
They walked out of the room, Sammy crawling along to the tug on her collar,
and returned to the work room. Sammy looked up, and nearly collapsed to
the ground. The hated enema machine was sitting in the middle of the room.
Tears began to well up in her eyes as she saw it, but the pull on her leash
didn't let up, so she padded over next to it. "I know you don't like it,
pet, but this is really the best solution. Why do you think I've had you
on a diet this past week? Would you rather I let lots of shit build up in
your dirty hole, and leave you plugged in all afternoon? This way you
should be reasonably clean already, so you won't have to deal with it for
that long."
"Thank you, Miss," Sammy replied through the tears on her face. She knelt
quietly as her leash was tied to a handle, and the plug lubed up. She
grunted as she felt the cold slimy metal push against her, and then again
as she felt it slide into place.
"Good girl. I'll be back in a bit, so just sit tight." Annie flipped the
machine on and walked out, leaving Sammy braced for the harsh attack.
Instead, the water that rushed into her ass was merely slightly cool, and
pumping at a easy to handle rate. The water soon filled her up, prompting
a few cramps as she felt her body strain against the pressure. Then, soon
enough, the water flushed out of her. This pattern repeated for the next
hour or so, giving Sammy a much gentler cleaning than she was expecting.
When Annie returned, Sammy was lying curled up on her left side, moaning
softly. "Come on, pet, get up," she said as she set the machine to drain.
Sammy jumped up to her hands and knees, and when the machine was finished,
Annie slid the plug out of her ass , and clipped it to a nearby rack. She
then unclipped the leash from Sammy's collar and said, "Ok, now go back and
get clean. You need to wash all the dirt and grime off of yourself.
Understand?"
Sammy nodded, and padded down the hallway to the bathroom. She stood up,
and walked over to the large washing area. She turned on the water, and
stood under the water for a few minutes. Suddenly, she felt two arms slide
around her waist and pull her into a tight hug. "I knew I would have to
check on you, you stupid lazy cunt," she heard Annie whispering into her
ear. Sammy immediately attempted to drop down, but the pull around her
waist and the quickly hissed, "no!" made her stop. She could feel Annie's
chin on her left shoulder, and was suddenly stunned to realize that Annie
seemed a lot shorter when she wasn't standing high above her.
"I'm sorry, Miss, I know I should hurry to get myself prepared for you,
I'll try to be better in the future," Sammy quickly blurted out. "I-" she
stopped as she felt the finger push against her lips.
"I had this planned the whole time, pet, you don't have to get so worried.
I need you as clean as possible, so why would I leave that as something you
could fuck up?" Sammy felt the finger on her lips push harder as she
started to open to speak again. "You are to be silent unless I ask you a
question, slut. Today's show is going to be difficult for you. I know you
can handle it, but I won't be surprised if you start to panic. The only
thing you need to have in this empty head of yours is that I'm in control,
and that I would never let something bad happen to you. Do you understand
that, my dumb little whore?"
"Yes, Miss," Sammy responded.
"Do you like it when I talk to you like this, cunt?" Annie whispered
directly into Sammy's ear.
"Yes, Miss."
"I'm glad, you stupid cunt. Now, let's get you clean." Annie picked up a
bottle from the floor, and pulled Sammy out of the shower stream. She
first unlatched and removed Sammy's collar, squirted a liquid from the
bottle onto Sammy's shoulders and arms, and then grabbed a cloth. She
scrubbed the soap into Sammy's skin, pushing deeply in her flesh, leaving
red marks behind. She continued on, soaping and scrubbing Sammy's back and
chest, before moving down her legs. When that was finished, she simply
said, "kneel." Sammy dropped down to her knees, as Annie scrubbed Sammy's
face and lathered up her hair. Sammy was looking directly at Annie's
stomach, and realized that this was the first time she'd ever seen her
naked.
As she was thinking about this, she heard her next instruction, "Go rinse
off, you clean cunt." Sammy stood back up and stepped back under the
flowing water, and washed off the suds that covered her. When she was
done, she stood to one side as Annie stepped under the water to rinse
herself off. Annie then shut off the water, and grabbed a towel from the
rack. Sammy was about to do the same when she was stopped by Annie. "No!
Just stand there, dummy. I'll dry you off when I'm ready."
She stood there as the water dripped off her body while Annie patted
herself dry and wrapped the towel around her. "Come this way, pet," Annie
commanded as she led Sammy back to the work room. She walked over to one
side of the room, and grabbed a nozzle attached to a hose. "Stand there,
and spread your arms and legs," she said as she pointed to a spot on the
floor. Sammy did so, stretching herself wide. Annie them pulled the
trigger on the nozzle, and a hard blast of air shot out at Sammy, who
immediately stepped back and covered herself with her arms. "Come the fuck
on, bitch, I'm trying to get you dry! Stand still!"
Sammy returned to her position, and closed her eyes and gritted her teeth
as the air once again exploded out at her. She could feel it stripping the
water from her body, at the expense of chilling her skin. Still, she had
to admit that this was drying her off far faster than a towel would. Just
then, Annie switched from drying Sammy's arms and legs and shot her in the
right breast, forcing it to squish in and ripple under the pressure. Sammy
felt the air being shifted around, knocking her breast all over to dry it.
The air jumped to her left breast, repeating the process. Next, it passed
down her stomach, before finally reaching her crotch. She felt her labia
flapping around in the wind, only to stop suddenly. "I'm just wasting my
time there, aren't I, pet?" Sammy responded by blushing a dark red, making
Annie laugh. "Bend over and touch your toes, bitch," was her next command.
Annie started the air again, forcing air down her ass, and then down her
back. She used short quick blasts when she got to Sammy's head, using the
pulses to shake Sammy's hair. After a minute or two of that, Sammy was
dry, and Annie put the air hose back.
Sammy stayed in place, bent over and spread while Annie picked up a dry
towel, and finished drying her hair. When she was done, she picked up a
box and sat in a chair. "You didn't have to stand like that looking like
you're waiting to get fucked, slut. You could have stood up when I was
done drying you, you stupid whore. Now come over here." Sammy quickly
stood up and walked over, but before she was able to kneel down she was
stopped by Annie. "No, stay standing. Put your foot here on my knee,
pet." Sammy did so, and Annie took a black leather bootie from the box,
and slid it onto Sammy's foot. It had a large ring sown onto the toe, and
a simple buckle at the ankle. Annie closed this, and pushed the finished
foot down. "Next!" Sammy switched her weight, and nearly fell over.
Under the arch, the bootie had a hard plastic lump which pushed painfully
into her foot when she tried to stand with her foot flat on the floor. She
immediately raised up to balance on her toes, and when she looked down, she
saw Annie simply staring up at her with a bored look on her face. Sammy
found a good balance, and then put her other foot up. This got it's own
bootie, and then Annie stood up as Sammy wobbled on her toes.
"Arms out!" She connected a cuff to each of Sammy's arms, buckling them
just above Sammy's elbow. Each cuff had a similar ring that was positioned
towards the back. Sammy stayed in position as Annie slid black mitts onto
each of her hands. She pulled them tight, forcing Sammy's hands into fists
before buckling them closed.
"Ok, last part of your outfit, pet." Annie held up a large black leather
hood using a ring at the top, and Sammy could see that it had a very large
mouth hole. "Well, nearly last part," Annie corrected herself, holding up
the plastic gag connector that Sammy recognized from her previous
exhibitions. "Open up!" Sammy did so, and felt Annie slide the gag in,
and lock her teeth and lips in place. The hood was then pulled over her
head, and Annie secured the hole to the corresponding grove on the gag.
She pulled a zipper down the back of Sammy's head, pulling the hood even
tighter to Sammy's face, finally covering the zipper beneath the buckle
around Sammy's neck.
Sammy next felt Annie's finger on her labia, and automatically spread her
legs wider. "You're such a whore," she heard only slightly muffled by the
hood. She felt a pinch, and knew Annie was sliding a catheter into her
urethra. Once it was in place, her bladder emptied automatically. The
fingers were next at her anus, and she felt a finger covered with lube
slide inside her. A fat plug was next, pushed in so quickly that Sammy
didn't have a chance to tense or relax at all. Finally, she felt a dildo
that seemed even wider slide into her vagina. It kept being pushed in, and
just as it started to become uncomfortable, Sammy felt her lips closing
down on the other end. It was held in place by one of Annie's finger,
which was soon replaced as a strip of tape was spread down, taping her shut
and locking the plug in place.
"I need to get ready, pet, so I want you stand over here out of the way."
Sammy felt herself being led by the right hand over, as Annie moved her to
the corner of the room where a chain was hanging from the ceiling. Annie
then pulled Sammy's hands up to the top of her head, and locked the rings
on her hands and hood to the chain. Sammy jangled her hands when she felt
Annie's hands drop away, and realized that she was stuck with her hands on
her head. Moments later, Sammy felt a hard jerk on her right arm, and due
to the pressure on her bladder, realized that Annie had clipped her urine
bag to the ring on her arm cuff.
Annie stepped back, and smiled as she watched her nearly naked toy testing
out her freedom while facing the corner of the room. She walked over to a
shelf, and pulled a dry cleaning bag and a small purse off it. She walked
over to her chair, and began preparing herself. A few minutes later, she
was dressed in her suit, and was working on her makeup.
In the corner, Sammy could feel the weight of the bag on her arm pulling
down. She slowly let it drop, but that caused her arm to pull on her head,
pulling it to the side. In addition, the continuing struggle to keep up on
her toes was causing her calves to strain. She hoped that she wouldn't
have to keep this position for the entire exhibit.
When Annie was ready, she walked over to Sammy, picking up a riding crop
along the way. She gently slid the crop over Sammy's tummy as she
approached, reaching around with her left hand to grab it. Pulling Sammy
tight against her, she whispered into Sammy's ear, "Are you ready to start
the show, pet?"
"Aah!" Sammy cooed from behind her gag.
"I just want to warn you again, my pretty whore, this is going to be a
challenge for you. I know you can do it though, and I'm sure you'll enjoy
it. You trust me, don't you, cunt?"
"Aaaah!"
"Ok then, let's get moving." Annie unlocked Sammy's hood from the chain to
the ceiling, but quickly relocked everything to the end of a leather leash.
"Follow my lead, pet," Annie said as she pulled backward on the leash.
Sammy slowly stepped backwards, soon feeling the crop on her left hip.
"The crop will guide you, slut. Turn in the direction you feel it." Sammy
slowly turned to the left, and when the crop slid away, she stopped. The
crop lightly swung up to catch her ass, as she heard Annie simply say
"forward, whore."
Using this system, Annie guided Sammy into the hall, and back to the front
of the gallery. As they walked down the hallway, Sammy could hear the
murmur of a crowd in front of her. Her heart begin to pound in her chest,
as she realized that she was walking to meet them, wearing nearly nothing,
and holding a bag of her own piss attached to her elbow. She shivered as a
chilly breeze poured down the hallway toward her. "Aaah!" Sammy moaned in
increasing panic.
The crop quickly lashed out to kiss her ass. "Silence, cunt. The show is
beginning, and I will not have you ruin things." A mirror image of the
first welt began to turn pink as Annie reinforced the word "ruin." Then,
gentle as a kitten, the crop slid to Sammy's right hip, spinning her to
meet her audience.
As Sammy stepped beyond the thick curtain that had been set up, the crowd
erupted in wild applause. Sammy continued forward, spun to the left as the
crop demanded, and then came to a stop as the leash sent a quick tug to her
head. Sammy thought that the crowd grew even louder at this exhibition of
her submission. She could feel her face in flames due to shame, and hoped
that the tape Annie had used on her crotch was waterproof.
"Give your crowd a bow, Samantha!" Annie's voice boomed over the crowd,
clearly amplified. Sammy was afraid that she would topple over with her
bonds, so she did a small curtsey instead. "Thank you, dear. If you will
all give me a few moments to get Sammy into position, I'll explain the
apparatus, and we can begin the show!"
Sammy felt the crop again, and walked forward and to her left again before
finally stepping up onto a low platform. "Stay, cunt," she heard whispered
directly into her ear, standing out above the low hum of the crowd's
conversations. The urine bag was unhooked from her elbow, and she felt it
being dropped down between her feet. Her feet were then adjusted into
place, and when she felt Annie's hands depart, she knew that the rings at
the toes had been fastened to the floor of the platform, holding her legs
shoulder width apart.
The lock on her hood was released, and her arms pulled down to her sides.
Next, she felt something pulling on her elbow cuffs, pulling her arms back
slightly. Finally, her hands were pulled forward, and Sammy felt them
loosely being bound by something, pulling them away from her body. The
combination of the two forced Sammy's forearms to be basically flat at her
sides. As she was getting used to this, she gave her head a shake,
realizing that her hood had been loosely bound as well, preventing her from
dropping her head down too much. She felt Annie's hand on her chin, and
held still as something was attached to her gag, forcing her to inhale
slightly harder to breathe.
Without her senses, Sammy was at a loss trying to figure out what was going
on. She seemed to be bound far less strictly than she was last time, with
far wider range of movement than she expected. However, the crowd had a
much different view of things. Sammy had stepped up onto a circular
plexiglass platform about four feet across. Her collection bag had been
passed through a small hatch under the floor she was standing on, and then
her toe rings secured to the floor with steel cables that Annie crimped
closed from underneath.
Another steel cable was used to secure her elbows, but this cable had one
end secured to a tall plexiglass cylinder suspended above Sammy's head.
Sammy's hands each had a steel cable already attached to the cylinder, and
Annie gestured to her crew to lower the cylinder about halfway as she was
binding Sammy. She fed the free ends of the cables through their own
holes, and then stepped under and out of the cylinder. It was lowered the
rest of the way, locking into the platform with a quiet thud. Annie
climbed a ladder, and made sure that the tube connected to Sammy's gag was
attached to a matching connector on the cylinder. She then fed a single
cable through the ring on Sammy's hood, and crimped it ensuring Sammy could
move around, but not completely freely.
With Sammy in place, Annie began tightening the cables. She pulled Sammy's
elbows back first, crimping the free end, locking that into place. Sammy's
hands were treated the same way, tightened to the point Annie thought was
correct and then crimped off.
Annie stepped back, and a spotlight flashed on, pointing above Sammy. The
crowd saw illuminated a large red cylinder wrapped tightly around the
outside with ropes. The cylinder was centered above Sammy, and was
somewhat narrower than the plastic tube she was trapped in. Annie snapped
her fingers, and the rope burst into flames, causing the crowd to gasp in
awe.
Sammy heard this, but wasn't sure why it sounded so odd to her. Moments
later, she felt a searing pain on her right forearm. She pulled away, and
felt the spot slowly cool. Another hit her on her shoulder, causing her to
whine through her gag. Another hit her right breast, and after shaking in
her bonds, she felt something flake off from that spot. It was at this
point that Sammy realized that Annie had been talking the entire time.
However, she couldn't keep track of what she was saying, as more and more
spots erupted across her body.
"Ladies and gentlemen, Samantha and I welcome you to our Candle. You can
see above you the wax for the candle. The ropes serve as the wick, and
although it's a bit inside-out, it works largely in the same way. As long
as the ropes stay in contact with the wax, they melt it and the wax keeps
the rope from burning up. The trick is to keep the ropes in contact with
the wax. This is were our dear Samantha comes in." Annie gave a flourish,
and the platform and tube holding Sammy raised into the air on four more
steel cables. "These cables are connected to the ends of the rope, and so
Samantha's weight will keep the ropes tight and in contact with the wax.
Of course, there's an issue in making sure that the wax doesn't make a
mess, but Samantha was insistent that she could help with that as well."
The crowd chuckled at her joke. "Feel free to wander around the gallery as
the candle melts, but please, try not to tap on the glass. Samantha does
have to concentrate on her performance."
At the moment, Sammy wasn't concentrating on much of anything. She was
struggling and pulling at her bonds, panicking as the drops of wax coated
her skin. She could feel it building up on her shoulders and arms, but it
was slowly dripping down the rest of her body. The crowd outside was
cycling around her tube, watching her wild gyrations. After about ten
minutes of this, Sammy had been coated enough that she wasn't constantly
feeling the painful drops directly. She panted through the tube as she
stood still and caught her breath, letting her thoughts collect again. She
couldn't see or hear them, but she knew that the crowd was watching her and
enjoying her suffering in the wax.
Annie stepped over next to the tube, and smiled to the crowd. She pulled a
small remote from a pocket in her blazer, and pushed the button. The crowd
applauded as they saw Sammy jerk wildly inside the tube. "Samantha knew
that she'd need some stimulation for this performance. Although I wasn't
sure, she thought that having a nice strong vibrator inside her would do.
Looks like she was right!" Annie explained as the crowd laughed.
Inside the tube, Sammy was wishing she didn't have that stimulation. When
the vibrator sprung to life, it caused her to flex her muscles. This
shattered a lot of the wax attached to her, allowing fresh hot drops to hit
her skin. The return of the painful attack combined with the vibrator and
the knowledge that everyone was watching her prompted a orgasm that washed
over Sammy. She let out a scream through the tube, much to the delight of
those watching her.
As the wax built up again, Sammy could feel the vibrator humming slowly
inside of her still. Every time she moved, she could feel the wax crack
and break, sometimes falling off, and sometimes simply allowing new wax to
seep through towards her. The vibrator ramped up every few minutes, but
Sammy was getting somewhat better at holding her position. The first
couple of times the vibrator pushed her, she winced, but kept herself calm
and didn't flail. However, the third time, just as she was nearing orgasm,
the air in her breathing tube suddenly became harder to obtain. Sammy
gasped for breath, and this disruption and the sudden taste in her throat
was all it took for her to lose control as the vibrator shook her. As she
pulled back and forth shattering her shield, Sammy could tell that she was
locked in place from the ankle down. The wax had solidified into a chunk
at the bottom of the tube, encasing her feet.
"Samantha is big into reduce, reuse, and recycling," Annie was explaining
the bottle she was holding to the crowd. "This device helps her meet those
goals. Since she has to inhale deeply to draw air through this pipe that
goes below the liquid inside, it helps her reduce how much air she's using.
This one also lets the liquid drip down her air pipe to keep her hydrated.
By filling it up like this," Annie reached down and swapped out the
collection bag below Sammy's feet for an empty one. She then drained the
piss from the old bag into the bottle. "We can help her reuse the water
she had earlier, and let her recycle as much as she wants." The crowd
laughed with her as she slid the drip hose down towards Sammy's mouth, and
then locked the bottle to force Sammy to breathe through the device. The
urine inside bubbled as Sammy took her first breath, and then seemed to
boil as Sammy's orgasm forced her to hyperventilate.
Over the next hour, the ropes continued to tighten around the block of wax,
melting enough to encase Sammy up to her waist. Sammy could feel her lower
body locked in place, and each time the vibrator came to life, the lack of
mobility seemed to drive the power deeper into her body. She could taste
the piss dripping into her mouth, and simply let herself hang in her bonds
as much as she could, reveling in the fact that the guests were watching
her humiliation.
As the wax climbed up Sammy's body, she wondered how high it would go. She
was starting to have even more trouble breathing as it crossed her belly
button, as she could no longer inhale as deeply. She began to panic as the
solid mass started to reach her breasts, but at this point the vibrator
simply switched on a constant driving buzz. The lack of air had made her
slightly light-headed, and the vibrator's assault pushed the thoughts of
the wax out of her mind. Still, the wax continued on, and by the end of
her second hour in the tube, Sammy could no longer move at all, as the wax
sealed itself over the top of her head.
The crowd broke out in applause as this happened, and Annie gave them a
deep bow as the last of the wax melted and the rope dropped down. A quick
burst with a fire-extinguisher put it out, and Annie had an assistant take
it away. "Now, ladies and gentlemen, Samantha is nearly completely encased
in wax. However, those steel cables ruin the purity, don't you think?"
She had her assistants cut off one end of each cable, and working one at a
time, attached them to a winch. The winch pulled the cables out of the
wax, leaving narrow tunnels in their place. Next, Annie took a small
funnel and a small pot of molten wax from an assistant. A quick pour into
each hole, and the tunnels made by the cables were filled with wax as well.
"There now, everyone, Samantha is wonderfully sealed safely away, where she
can work on her recycling as much as she wishes. I hope you all enjoyed
her performance." The crowd lingered a bit longer, walking around and
inspecting the red monolith. The breathing bottle bubbled with a slow
steady pace. Annie had shut off the vibrator, shutting out Sammy's main
source of stimulation. Wrapped in the wax's embrace, Sammy couldn't move,
and had effectively no sensations beyond the moisture of the piss dripping
into her mouth. After her struggles earlier, this lack of sensation gave
her a change to settle into a deep sleep.
After the crowd had left, Annie swapped out an empty collection bag, and
used the filled one to refill Sammy's bottle. The wax tomb was then lifted
into a crate just large enough to fit it. She had the bottle positioned
into the corner, and after checking that everything was firmly in place,
she screwed the top onto the crate. She then shut off the lights, and
left.
Sammy drifted in and out of consciousness, but with no stimulus, she had no
idea how much time had passed and nothing to keep her mind occupied.
Nothing but the taste of her own piss slowly drip into her mouth. With the
catheter in place, she couldn't even feel it coming out of her. Trapped in
the block, Sammy soon began to hallucinate sounds and flashes before her
eyes. She periodically thought that the vibrator had come to life within
her, but when she focused on the feeling, knew that it was just a delusion.
Eventually, she assumed that Annie had forgotten about her, and that she
would just die in the block, forgotten and discarded.
--
Sammy woke up when the light flashed over her eyes. She immediately
panicked, and flailed around wildly, stunned at the sudden sensations. She
sat upright, hitting her head on the ceiling just about a two feet up from
the floor. She looked around, and saw that the source of the light was the
sun rising outside, shining through the window that made up the wall to her
left. She gazed out, and saw a cityscape she didn't recognize sprawling
out below her. The wall to her right was a series of inch thick steel
bars, constraining her to the low three-feet wide cage. She shuffled
around to look at the far end, when she saw something at the bars of the
door at the end.
"Mr. Floppykins?" said Sammy as she saw the small stuffed bunny standing
against one of the bars.
"Oh, is that his name?" Annie said from somewhere in the room beyond the
cage.
"Miss?"
"I'm here, pet," Annie said as she knelt down at the cage door. "I found
Mr. Floppy there in a box when I was cleaning out your apartment. Most of
your stuff I just tossed, but I thought that you might want to have a
friend to keep you company."
"I've had him since I was a kid....Thank you, Miss."
"Besides, you deserve a reward after that last show. I told you it would
be quite a challenge, but you performed well, and worked out wonderfully."
"Yes, Miss. Um...where are we?"
"It was time to move on, and since traveling could be a bit tricky with
you, I figured that it would be best to keep you safe and sound during the
move. We'll live here now, and this will be your home. You have a
wonderful view, and I'm sure you'll like it." Annie unlocked the cage, and
helped Sammy crawl out. She picked up a collar from the bench that made up
the roof of Sammy's cage, and held it open. Sammy pushed her neck into
position, and Annie buckled and snapped a small lock to hold it in place.
"'Pet Sammy'" Annie read the front of the tag and then flipped it
over. "'If found, return to owner: Annie XXX, (123) 456-7890'".
"Thank you, Miss."
"Now, go get clean, pet, and then we'll have some breakfast, and we'll get
the day started."
"Yes, Miss." Sammy padded off in the direction Annie had pointed, noticing
that the giant living room of the apartment had a unique piece of art
against one wall. The wax tomb had been split perfectly in two, and the
outer surfaces painted a glossy black. Inside, Sammy could see the
impression of her naked and bound body permanently etched into the bright
red surface.
--
The Exhibition: Breakfast
Sammy got out of the shower, and dried herself off with the towel sitting
on a shelf. She blow dried her hair, and then brushed her teeth with the
fresh toothbrush she found sitting on the counter. After a few breathes to
calm herself, she opened the bathroom door, and strolled out, down the
hall, and across the living room to the table sitting next to her cage.
Annie was sitting at the table, drinking a cup of coffee, stabbing her
finger at her tablet. Sammy walked over, and kneeled down next to her.
"Your food is on the table. Use a fucking chair, pet," Annie told her
without looking up from the tablet.
Sammy stood up and walked over, and sat down on the chair. She looked down
at the plate of eggs, bacon, and toast, and slowly started to eat. She had
a sip of juice, and then looked up at Annie. "Miss...I love you, Miss."
"No you don't, you stupid cunt."
Sammy immediately looked down at her plate and panicked at the thoughts
racing through her mind. How had she misread things so wrong? What had
she done wrong? Her eyes misted over as tears filled her eyes, and she let
her arms fall to her sides as sobs racked her body.
"Oh for fuck's sake, pet," Annie responded, looking up from the tablet.
"Get your stupid ass over here." Sammy obeyed, crawling over to Annie's
side. "You met me, what? Two weeks ago? And then I treat you like shit,
and sell all your belongings, and your going to claim you love me? You
don't love me. You love that I got you out of a situation you didn't want
to live in. That's all. You're obsessed with me. Infatuated. I don't
love you either, at least not yet. You're my pet, and although I think we
match well, I'm not sure if you'll work out with me forever. I like you,
sure. You're exactly the kind of submissive obedient slut I've needed to
make my art come true. You're my brush, cunt. You're the tool I use to
make my imagination real."
"Do you understand this?"
Sammy tried to pull in her breath, but instead just howled onto Annie's
left thigh.
"Calm down, you stupid cow. I'm not going to get rid of you, or abandon
you, or anything like that. You have a place in the household that's very
useful. You're to live in the cage, and when I need you, I'll let you out.
You do what I tell you, and we'll all be happier. If you're ever not happy
to the point you want to leave, you let me know. Let's give you a word."
Annie paused and looked up. "Licorice. That's your word. You say that,
and you can be free again. I'll pay you what you deserve, and you can go
away forever."
"NOOO!" cried Sammy.
"Christ, pet, this is just if you want it. I'm not telling you you have to
leave. Seriously, calm the fuck down." Annie reached down and grabbed
Sammy's chin, pulling it up so she could look her in the eyes. Sammy
continued to cry, only to stop when Annie smacked her three times with her
right hand. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Sammy tried to pull away, but the grip
on her head was too firm. "Look at me, cunt." Annie raised her hand, and
adjusted her grip to hold Sammy by the throat, slightly choking her as she
raised her up from her knees. "We're going to make this work, but you
can't be fucking flighty and all lovey dovey all the time. I'm going to do
horrible things to you. You're going to suffer to make me happy. When
it's over, you'll be happy it's done, and you'll be happy that you did it.
Isn't that right?"
"Yes, Miss."
"Shout it, bitch."
"YES, MISS!"
"Did you like me humiliating you in front of all those people?"
"Yes, Miss!"
"What did you like?"
"I liked when you made all those people watch me drink my piss and cum when
you wanted!"
"And the wax?"
"I liked when you made me suffer in front of everyone!"
"There." Annie pushed down, letting Sammy collapse on the floor. "Now.
Here are the rules we're going to live by, ok, cunt? Sit up." Sammy
scrambled to her knees, and folded her hands in her lap.
"Yes, Miss."
"First, I will never do something to you that I don't think you can handle.
You'll always be taken care of by me. You're my pet, and I treat my pets
well. Do you understand, cunt?"
"Yes, Miss. Thank you."
"Second, if you are supposed to wear clothes, I will give them to you and
tell you. Otherwise, you'll live here naked all the time. Got it?"
"Yes, Miss."
"Third, if I bring someone to the apartment, you will be polite to them,
and if in your cage, stay quiet. I do not want you being a distraction. I
will present you to people I want you to see, and you will obey me in all
things. Understood?"
"Yes, of course, Miss."
"Fourth, you will stop being so worried that I don't like you. I do, and I
care for you, and I will fucking beat your insecurity out of you if I have
to. Ok?"
"Thank you, Miss."
"Fucking fifth. You can just fucking call me Annie, you stupid bitch.
Fucking dumb cunt."
"Thank you, Miss Annie."
"Whatever. Now. Stop crying like an idiot and eat your stupid breakfast.
I made those damn eggs, and they're probably fucking cold by now. I mean,
seriously. Who gets out of the shower and starts crying like a moron
before they've had breakfast. I couldn't replace you if I searched.
Stupid cunt." Annie let out a giggle.
Sammy caught it and giggled as well, wiping the tears from her eyes.
"Don't think that you're going to get breakfast cooked for you everyday.
This is a 'hey, welcome to your new life, ok?' kind of thing. I didn't
expect that you'd break down and fucking crumple on me right away."
Sammy padded to her chair and climbed back on. "Sorry, Annie. Miss.
Annie. Sorry."
"I'd fucking gag you if I didn't want you to eat the fucking food I spent
thirty minutes cooking for you to let get cold." Annie slid her tablet
across the table to Sammy. "Hey, this dude. Do you know this dude?"
Sammy looked down to see a picture of her old boss, being pulled back by
two very large men. "That's...that's my boss?"
"Really? That's the dude we had to kick out of the candle show. After it
was all done, he pushed through the crowd with his pants down, pounded on
the side of the tube, and started jacking off. Terry and Keahi there saw
him, and threw him into the street. He got up again, but you can see
Keahi." Annie waved her hand to the left side. "There was a bit of a
scuffle." Annie gestured a "flick to the next picture." Sammy looked down
at the tablet and saw her old boss with a bloody nose, and his dick
sticking out, sitting in a pile of trash and let out a laugh. "He was
convinced not to come back in."
Sammy tucked her legs up, pulling into a ball to laugh. "I bet that fucker
was the the first day, wasn't he?" Sammy thought to herself. She kept
laughing, only stopping when she felt two hands reach over and cup her
breasts. She looked up and saw Annie staring down at her.
"I saw him on Sunday, but didn't sort it out until he came back the next
week. He was kind of inappropriately creepy, and at a show like that, you
have to be disturbingly creepy to make an impression. I googled him while
I was setting up the move, and discovered he was your boss. When the
candle show came, and he did that, I told the boys to make him regret
things."
Sammy kept laughing, and bent her head back over the back of the chair to
kiss Annie on the stomach. "Thank you, Miss. Annie. Sorry."
"Don't worry, pet. I know you're fucked up, and I don't care, and I won't
ever care. You just do the best you can, and I'll be there to correct you
when you screw shit up, ok?"
"Yes, Annie."
"Now," Annie grabbed Sammy's nipples with her finger and pinched them as
hard as possible and used them as handles to twist Sammy's breasts. "I
told you to eat your fucking breakfast, you stupid fucking cunt! I fucking
worked hard on that and you let it all get cold as fucking ice! What is
wrong with you?"
Sammy screamed out in pain as she had her right hand reach for the fork and
the left for her moistening cunt.