The Exhibition

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.

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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?"

Part 3

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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.

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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.