The Exhibition: Part 3

this was supposed to be the end.  it just kept going on though, so i decided to make another break, so now it's 4 parts.  i'm pretty sure that's the end though.  

i still don't know if that'll be the end-end.  maybe do more stories with the characters?  maybe just add part 5,6,99?  we'll see.

anyway, part 3:

The Exhibition

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 pr

epared 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.

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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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