The Exhibition: The Candle

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.

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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.

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