The Exhibition: Exercise

The Exhibition: Exercise
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Sammy was finishing washing her hair when she felt the hand on her shoulder.  "Bend over," Annie said from behind her.  Sammy did so, and felt the thin plastic enema tip slide into her ass.  "We're going to do a show today, and I need you cleaned out inside.  Understand?"

"Sure.  At least it's not that machine."

"Oh, I don't need you that clean.  I just don't want you shitting on stage, messy girl."  Annie helped Sammy down so she could lie on the shower floor, unclamped the tube, and then picked up the shampoo to wash her own hair.  Sammy felt the water rushing into her ass, and looked up to see the massive bag suspended high above her.

She started to cramp up, and reached out to tap Annie's foot, "um, Annie?"

"Is the bag empty?" Annie asked as she rinsed under the shower.

"No, but..."

"It stays in until it's empty, and then count to three hundred afterwards before you can release."

"Ok, fine."  Sammy said and she curled up and stared at the shrinking bag.  Annie soaped up and washed off, and then before getting out of the shower, pushed on the bag to drain it faster.

There was a faint gurgle as the last of the water went down the tube, and Annie knelt down next to Sammy.  "Count to three hundred, but don't release until you've called me in," Annie said as she tapped her finger on Sammy's nose.  She then got out of the shower, and walked out of the bathroom while drying off.

Sammy counted quietly to herself, massaging her tummy to try to relieve the pressure.  After a few minutes, she finished her counting.  "Annie!  Three hundred!"  She rolled up onto her knees, and looked over to see Annie looking in on her.

"Ok, let it all out," Annie said as she buttoned up her blouse.  She watched as Sammy pulled the nozzle out, which was followed by a burst of dirty water and a mess of Sammy's shit.  "Great, dirty girl.  Make sure you drain it all out, and then wash your filth out of the shower.  And be speedy with it.  I'd hate to be late to our own show."  Sammy nodded and Annie walked away.

Sammy pushed hard, and a new jet rushed out of her.  She stood up for a moment, and grabbed the shower's hand nozzle so she could spray the mess down the drain.  She kept the flow focused on her crotch, and kept pushing to get it all out.  After a few minutes of dancing around to ensure that it had all come out, she soaped up and washed her body off.  She quickly checked that the shower was clean, and then stepped out and picked up a towel.  After drying off, she walked out of the bathroom to see a completely dressed Annie waiting for her.

Annie picked up a shiny steel chastity belt from the table, and smiled at Sammy and said, "Maybe I should keep you in one of these more often.  I guess it's nice to know that you got your cunt as clean as possible, right, slut?"  Sammy blushed and spread her legs as Annie wrapped it around her.  Annie clicked a lock shut to close it, and then gestured for Sammy to sit in a chair.  Sammy was handed a boot, and immediately unzipped the long zipper and slid her leg into it while Annie did the same with its twin.

Annie had talked about ballet heels before, and had had her practice in shorter ones in the past.  These were far nicer than those tests, though.  The legs were made of very soft leather, which changed just above the ankle to a much thicker and sturdier type that held Sammy's ankles nearly immobile.  The tops went up to the middle of her thigh, where metal studs were located on the fronts and backs.  When Sammy had smoothed the material out and zipped them up, Annie helped her to her feet.  "Are they comfortable?"

"No, not really, but they fit well."

"Ok, I just wanted to check, since they're not coming off for a while."  Annie picked up a number of locks, and locked the zippers in place.  She then locked garters from the belt to the studs, ensuring the boots stayed in place.  "Arms up," was Annie's next command as she pulled a dark dress over Sammy's head.  "We can't have you making a scene in public, can we?"

"No, Annie," Sammy replied with a smile.  Annie smiled back as she picked up a thick steel collar up and closed it around Sammy's neck.  A chain ran down Sammy's back, and ended with two ankle cuffs connected by a short hobble chain.

She handed Sammy a pair of handcuffs and a lock as she bent down to lock Sammy's ankles.  "Behind the back, and connected to the chain as high up as you can reach."  Sammy put her hands behind herself, and closed the cuffs around her wrists, she pulled them upwards and tried to fish the lock through the cuffs' chain.  "Here," Annie said as she stood back up.  She grabbed the lock, and quickly threaded it through the two chains, three links higher than Sammy had been planning to put it.  Annie next grabbed Sammy's hands one at a time, and spun them so her palms faced the hinge and not the latch, and then tightened the cuffs so Sammy couldn't spin them back.  "Remember for next time.  Palms away from the keyhole so when I do the final ratchet and double lock them, I don't have to keep you out of trouble.  Stupid naughty whore."

"Yes, Annie.  I'll do it right next time," Sammy replied.

"Good.  Now to stop you from stuttering back at me all the damn time."  Annie picked up a mass of leather and steel.  Sammy watched as Annie flatted it out, and then pushed a huge leather slab over her face.  She felt a strap being stretched around her forehead, followed by the click of a lock at the back of her head.  The leather stretched down across her eyes and cheeks, splitting around her nose.  Small holes had been punched in front of her eyes, so she could make out the room in tiny pinpoints of light.  She could feel Annie adjusting the face shield, followed by the single word, "Open."  Sammy's mouth immediately flew open and a large ring slid into her mouth.  She let her mouth close a bit as Annie tapped her chin, and realized that the ring was only the center of a large bit that held her teeth apart and stretched her lips back.  

Sammy next felt strap after strap being tightened and locked around her face.  One lock on each side to hold the gag in place, a strap under her jaw holding it in place, straps across the edge of her blindfold connecting the gag to her forehead, straps down the rear of the blindfold that also locked under her chin.  It felt to Sammy that her entire head was encased in a web of leather bands.  "One last thing," she heard Annie say as she felt cold metal hooks loop into her nostrils.  They were then pulled up painfully, and drawn through a loop on her forehead, and then back to lock on the strap around her head.  Annie clipped a leash to her collar, and Sammy shuffled behind her as she felt the tug around her neck.  "Don't you look beautiful?" Annie asked as she pointed Sammy at a mirror.  Sammy could just make out the sight of her scrunched up nose and the strings of drool dripping down her chin and onto her dress.  "My beautiful little pig whore, right?"  Sammy nodded once, and heard a quiet giggle from Annie.  "Ok, let's get going, piggy."

Sammy followed behind Annie as she led her out of the apartment and down to the car.  Annie buckled her into her seat, and got in to drive.  Sammy tried to catch glimpses of the evening city as they rushed down the streets, but with the blindfold and the fading daylight, all she could see were flashes of color from the city lights.  After what seemed like ages to Sammy, Annie shut off the car.  "We're here, piggy pet.  You know you're safe with me, right?"

Sammy grunted back her agreement.

"Ok.  I hope you enjoy this one, pet."  Annie helped Sammy out of the car, and led her into the building.  After a few turns, Sammy started to hear the sounds of a crowd talking among themselves.  Moments later, the crowd burst into applause, and Sammy realized that Annie had led her out to the stage.  She felt her leash go limp, and stopped in place.  

"Thank you very much, ladies and gentlemen!  On behalf of Sammy and myself, I'd like to thank you for coming out tonight.  I hope you'll enjoy this little show, and understand as I take a moment to get Sammy in position."  Sammy felt her hands being released from the cuffs, and let her arms fall to her side as she stretched her muscles.  Moments later, she felt Annie pulling her arms back behind her, and her hands were slid into a small leather pouch.  As Annie smoothed more leather up her arms, she realized that she was being put into an armbinder.  When it was laced and tight, the chain down her back jingled as Annie locked the tip of the binder to the chain.

Sammy wiggled her arms behind her, feeling the chain pull all the way down at her feet.  She heard Annie continue her speech, "I think that's a bit more aesthetically pleasing, don't you?"  The crowd signaled their approval to the change.  "It's a bit hard to drive over wearing that.  One other thing that I regret having to do, but with the law as it is..."  Annie trailed off, and Sammy momentarily wondered what was happening.  She quickly understood as she felt cold metal at the neck of her dress, followed by a loud snip that Annie amplified with her microphone to the crowd.  With a quick jerk on the cut edge, Annie had ripped the dress down to Sammy's belly button.  After one more snip at Sammy's left shoulder, the dress flopped down her back, letting the cold chain droop against Sammy's back.  A few more tugs, and the dress split completely, being held on only by Sammy's right arm.  Annie didn't bother cutting it, and with a single jerk, it tore away, exposing Sammy's body and chastity belt.

"And now to get started," Annie continued.  Sammy followed the pull of her leash, and felt it disconnect and a chain locked in its place.  She felt taps on her thighs, and spread her legs as far as the hobble at her ankles allowed.  After more taps, she carefully spread her knees apart and hunched down.  With a quick motion, she felt a icy metal probe force its way into her ass.  It was a series of wider and wider bumps, and would have stretched her open in steps had it gone in slower.  She loudly gasped as it went in, and let out a low moan as her anus closed again over the narrow neck.  She felt Annie's hand on her ass, prompting her to stand up straight.

Sammy wiggled her hips, and felt the plug in her ass limit her motion.  Although it passed through a hole in the chastity belt, it did not contact it at all.  Sammy could tell that it tilted forward and backwards, but not to her sides.  As she was testing her range of motion, she felt Annie's crop flash across her butt.  She instinctively stepped forward, and continued as another spank came.  She increased her pace, and quickly realized that the plug in her ass would not let her keep going straight.  She adjusted slightly to the right, and quickly realized that the plug was forcing her to walk in a wide circle.  

"There you go, ladies and gentlemen.  I'm sure you'll agree that with the correct tools, even a dumb animal can teach itself to be useful.  Here we have my pet pig Samantha, and with just a bit of prompting, she now is happy to power this device, which could easily be hooked up to any number of outputs to make use of her work."  The crowd erupted in applause and questions, and Sammy trudged onward as Annie answered things that Sammy thought were boring.  

Nearly an hour later, Sammy heard a question that immediately made her blush at her own stupidity

.  "Why would she keep walking around if she doesn't need to?  Why doesn't she just stop?"  Sammy took a few more steps, and then came to a dead stop.

"Well, you seem to think that some animals are smart enough to come up with such ideas themselves.  I believe Sammy has just shown that she isn't in that category.  But now that you've put such dangerous ideas into her head," Sammy felt Annie's hand on her shoulder, and stepped quickly as she was pulled about halfway around the circle.  With her face now towards the point where the question came from, Annie grabbed a full face gasmask from an assistant.  She pushed it up against Sammy's face, and locked it in place among all the straps that crisscrossed Sammy's head.  A tube was then connected to the mask, and Sammy immediately realized that the air in the mask was already stale and hard to breathe.  "This addition was designed specifically for particularly difficult animals.  Samantha is now realizing that she no long has the benefit of fresh air that you and I are enjoying.  I hope she's smart enough to figure out what she needs to do before she passes out."  

Sammy shook her head back and forth a few times, and then took a small step forward.  She pulled against her bonds, but had little ability to move much.  She realized that the chain on the collar held her to the axis of the path, and without assistance, she'd never be able to remove the plug from her ass.  She took a few more steps forward, and the air in the mask cleared.  She paused a moment, noting that the air went bad quickly, and then slowly continued her endless trudge forward.

"There we go.  I'm glad Samantha is smart enough to keep herself alive and productive."  The crowd laughed.  "With this incentive, we can also set the pace Samantha needs to go to continue her air supply.  I'll pass this remote around so everyone can play.   Think of it as a speedometer.  If it's all the way to the left, Sammy can go any speed she wants.  As it turns to the right, well...  Sammy would do best to keep up, I guess.  Please don't run her too hard, friends.  It's so hard to find a good piggy like her."  Sammy felt a quick slap on her left breast as Annie gave her this compliment.

As the crowd noise swelled, Sammy quickly found that her air was stopped again.  She sped up, with no effect.  She went faster, and the air finally returned.  "Some jerk turned it all the way at the very start?" she wondered to herself.  She sighed out her precious air, and hobbled as fast as she could go around the circle.

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Hours later, Sammy was a panting sweaty mess.  Her feet and legs hurt, and each step sent a shock into her aching back.  She had been around and around so many times, that her entire world seemed to consist of keeping the steel invader in her ass moving.  Even though she hadn't been pushed to the maximum speed in what seemed like a blissful eternity, she was still fast approaching the point where she wouldn't be able to walk at all anymore.  The noise of the crowd had gone away, but Sammy had long ago stopped listening to anything but the sound of her breathing.

Suddenly, she felt a hand on her chest, preventing her from continuing.  She stopped, and when the hand withdrew, she immediately started walking again.  The hand returned, and she did the same thing.  The third time the hand stopped her, she whined as she felt her nipple being crushed between two fingers.  

Sammy shifted her gaze towards where her nipple was being pulled, and could see Annie standing next to her.  Her mouth was moving, and the haze in Sammy's mind eventually cleared enough for her to realize she was being spoken to.  "I said to fucking stop, bitch.  Stop fucking walking you stupid fucking sow!"

Sammy nodded, and Annie dropped her breast.  "Fucking finally!  I shouldn't have to tell you something three fucking times.  Christ!"  The gasmask was removed, and she felt the plug in her ass sag down.  Annie led her away from the device, and into a small dressing room.  The arm binder was released, and Sammy let her arms fall limp.  The mask and gag was removed, although her mouth still drooped open, and Sammy could feel her spit drying on her chin.  "Bend over, cunt."  Sammy complied, and felt Annie pull the plug from her ass.  "Sit."  Sammy dropped onto the stool, and watched as Annie unlocked her boots and slid them from her legs.  "Stand and spread."  Sammy stood up, and immediately fell into Annie's arms as her feet tried to remember how to work without the boots.  "Fucking STAND! and fucking SPREAD!" Annie shouted at her.  She soon regained her balance, and stretched her legs wide as Annie pulled the chastity belt off her as well.  

Sammy held the position as Annie walked away, and tried to pull her brain back together.  Annie returned dragging a large wooden box.  She opened it, revealing that it was lined with foam.  "Get in the box, bitch."  Sammy stepped inside, and sat down.  She rolled onto her side, tucking her legs up to her chest.  Annie rearranged her a bit, pulling her ass towards one side to give her more room for her head.  She grabbed Sammy's head by her chin, and forced her to look up at Annie's face.  "You did wonderfully, pet.  You're such a wonderful little piggy.  Now rest, little cunt, and we'll be home soon."

Annie closed the lid and locked the trunk shut.  Sammy felt the foam on the lid push down on her, holding her in place.  In the quiet darkness, she quickly dropped off to an exhausted sleep, glad to finally be able to breathe and relax.

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The Exhibition: Exercise

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http://sammytriesagain.blogspot.com/2014/10/the-exhibition-exercise.html