The Exhibition: Part 4

Finally.  I hope you like this final chapter.




The Exhibition
Part 4
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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."

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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.  

As 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.

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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.

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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.

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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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