The Exhibition

"Humiliation Whore (2014)

With almost no prompting, this girl decided to be put on display for other's enjoyment. Even before I'd done anything, she'd gushed so much that you can still see her mess in her panties. 'Show me off to the world, let them know what I am,' she seemed to scream. All I could do was oblige.

You should as well. Feel free to poke and prod to your heart's content. She knows you're out here. She knows that you know she's in there. She couldn't enjoy that fact any more."

The girl pulled over a small machine, and attached it to the top right side of the bag. She then took the sealing device, and sat down on the left side. The sealing device looked like a crimping iron, with a wide bar. She turned it on to warm up, and once that was done, used it to seal the top of the bag by melting the front and back layers together. It took a few minutes to work from one edge to the other, sealing everything except the last two inches. She turned on the vacuum machine, which quickly drew the air out of the inside of the bag. The girl stood up to watch the plastic shrink down to form fit to everything inside, and made sure that the movement did not disturb her collage on the right edge.

Sammy didn't know what was happening as that collage was being organized, but once the vacuum turned on, she immediately knew it. The layer of the bag on top of her had been loosely flapping against her chest, but was instantly pulled tight to her mummified form, and then only got tighter as all the air was extracted.

Satisfied with the vacuum, the girl used her sealer to finish sealing the bag, and then turned off and disconnected the vacuum. She called her assistants back in, and the three of them attached the steel frame around the outside edge. The heavy rubber made sure there wasn't much flexing in the bag, but the frame ensured that everyone would be able to see things clearly. They then wheeled Sammy out to the display area, and attached her to the cables to suspend her from the ceiling. The girl wanted Sammy held lower than the others, so the bottom of the frame was only six inches off the floor. The final step was to connect the loose end from Sammy's catheter to a collection bag, which the girl clipped to the frame edge. Once that connection was done, Sammy immediately felt her bladder drain out. She hadn't noticed how full she was getting during the preparation, but having it all drained out of her was a surprise.

--

For Sammy, the next two hours alternated between random struggles against the bondage holding her firmly in place and a dull boredom. She couldn't move, and she knew that. However, she was able to wiggle just enough to send the weights in the ben wa balls in her wobbling around. She could also feel the frame drifting around in response to her actions, which was at least something.

Suddenly, she felt a tapping on her head, as if someone was knocking on her like a door. She took this as a sign that the exhibition was beginning. At first, she didn't notice anything different, but then felt someone poking her in the breast with their finger. Next, there was a tapping on her catheter tube. This was just the beginning of an evening of groping hands caressing her through the many layers separating them from Sammy's body.

This wasn't bad, but Sammy did not like the handful of people who would knock on the exposed end of her butt plug. This sent shocks through her body as it shifted slightly in place. After one round with a persistent tapper, Sammy was surprised to feel a sudden shivery orgasm. She let out a loud moan, leading to laughter from everyone attending. The laughter was so loud that Sammy could hear it through all the layers covering her head, and she knew she was the object of their ridicule.

As she was calming down, she felt her bladder swell back up, as someone was pushing on her collection bag, forcing her urine back up into her. This prompted another moan, which seemed to summon the girl back over. Sammy felt herself drain back out, and then felt the catheter be clamped shut. She swung around a bit as the girl replaced the full bag with an empty one, and then reconnected her catheter. Sammy was glad of this, as she was scared that too strong of a push would make her explode. She could feel herself drain normally, and was relieved. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't see what was happening outside of her cocoon.

The girl had climbed up on a step stool with a water bottle. It was designed like a hamster bottle, with a small ball that would let water through when pushed back from the opening. She put the tip into Sammy's mouth, and poked her in the tongue with it. This surprised Sammy, but when she tasted the water, she realized what was happening. She was grateful, as she had been stuck with her mouth held open for so long that she was dry. She flicked at the ball with her tongue, letting more water flow into her. The girl clipped the bottle tip to the gag ring, and then connected the reservoir to the top bar. As she climbed back down the stool, she fed a tube connected to the top of the reservoir down the left edge of the frame. Just above the new collection bag, she reattached the old, full one to the frame, and connected it to the tube.

"Enjoy, my friends!" she said as she walked away. Sammy continued to work the water feeder, until it ran out. The crowd started to laugh again, as one person walked up, squeezed the old bag, and forced Sammy's piss up the tube to refill her water bottle. Sammy was still dry, and pushed on the ball again, hoping to get a few last drops. Instead, she was greeted with the acrid taste of her salty urine. She let out another disappointed moan, again hearing the crowd laugh at her humiliation. She couldn't avoid her thirst though, and could do nothing but submit. A few minutes later, as she once again finished the piss that had been pushed to her water bottle, she let out a hesitant moan, "mm...mmmmmm?"

Again the crowd laughed as a volunteer squeezed her piss back up for her to drink.

--

The exhibition closed at 11, and by midnight, the cheerleader and the naked girl were standing in their street clothes admiring Sammy.

"I could never do that," said the now not naked girl.

"You expose yourself all the time!" replied the cheerleader.

"Yeah, but I wouldn't allow my personal information to be displayed along with me while I do it! I also think she's gross for drinking her piss like that in front of everyone," the naked girl said as she pushed on the bag to fill up the bottle again.

"That's true. I guess she really is a humiliation whore."

The artist walked back in to the gallery with a large wheeled cylinder. "Hey girls, you heading out?"

"Yep, you?"

"Just have to do one more thing," she said, as she used a small key to unlock the plug filling Sammy's ass. When she drew back the key, the center of the plug pulled out at the same time. She then took a tube from the cylinder, and extracted a smaller tube from inside it. She fed the smaller tube up into Sammy, pushing foot after foot of it, to the surprise of the other two girls. When she was satisfied, the girl shoved the larger tube into the plug, and twisted it to lock it in place.

"Whoa, what's all that?" asked the cheerleader.

"She has to get cleaned out each day, so I figured I'd do it after the exhibition. The small tube pumps water into her, which flushes out and cleans her ass out, and everything drains out the larger tube. It's basically just a continuous enema."

"You're going to leave her on that all night?"

"It has a timer when it's done, she'll be fine." With that, the girl walked with her other two models to the front door, turned off the lights and led them out.

"Besides," the girl thought to herself, "it separates out all the solids and keeps them in a bag. She'll need to eat something if I'm going to get tomorrows show to be even better than today's"

Part 2

--

Sammy assumed that the show had ended. It'd been a long time since someone had poked or prodded her. She could feel herself slightly swaying on the frame, and began to wonder if she'd signed up for something more than she could handle. Sure, the orgasm that had hit her had been fun, but she couldn't quite figure out why she'd had it. She hadn't been able to get the ben wa balls to trigger one, but having someone grope her and knowing that they were doing it in front of a crowd seriously amplified the feelings.

"That's probably why the pee wasn't so bad," Sammy reasoned to herself. "It's just part of the same kind of show. Besides, it'll all be over in a day or so. Just a neat experience to try out."

At that point, Sammy felt the plug in her ass being manipulated, as the girl was unlocking the center. She could feel the tube being snaked up her ass, but had no idea what it was for. Eventually it stopped, feeling to Sammy that it was somewhere on her right side. Her plug was jostled again, and a few moments later, she felt cold water flooding into her from the small tube inside her.

She immediately felt chilly, as the icy water pushed against her insides. She could feel the pressure in her colon increase, as the water stretched her out. After just a minute or two, Sammy thought she would explode. She couldn't feel any more water entering her, but that was largely because her mind was so focused on the pain.

Sammy was frantically squealing through her gag, and trying to contort her body against her bounds. Suddenly, the pressure vanished, as she felt the water being pulled out from inside her. When she was empty, Sammy panted to catch her breath. "Is that really what an enema is like?" Sammy thought to herself. "How could that be medical?"

She had just caught her breath when she felt the tube inside her twitch, and felt the water pouring into her ass again. "Oh fuck, not again," thought Sammy as the icy water returned. She screamed as the cold turned again to pressure and then to pain, driving her out of her mind. Again the drain pulled it all out when Sammy thought she would break, leaving her a sobbing mess, suspended in her mummified bonds.

"How many of these is she going to give me?" asked Sammy silently, assuming that the girl was there, monitoring her suffering. "Is this some sort of punishment?" she wondered, feeling her vagina twitch at that thought. She tried to plead for forgiveness, but not only could her mouth not form any understandable words, the artist had left Sammy to the empty dark gallery thirty minutes ago.

Sammy was still pleading when the torture resumed, filling her up to capacity with frigid water, and then sucking it all out of her. Sammy was nearly broken after the third enema, and barely bothered to scream anymore. She waited in her tight wrappings, awaiting the next one.

However, instead of the icy blast filling her after a few minutes of rest, she instead felt herself fill with warmer water. This warm water did not seem so bad, as it didn't fill her to such a high pressure. She could feel the water expand her colon, but it never got to the point of making her feel like she was bursting. She could feed the water draining out of her as fast as it was pumped in, continually flushing her. This seemed far better to Sammy, but she quickly realized that with the constant churn in her bowels, she'd never be able to get to sleep.

After what felt like hours to Sammy, lulled into an exhausted daze by the plumbing inside her, she finally felt the water drain out entirely. "Finally," she thought to herself, "this isn't that comfortable anymore, but at least I'll be able to sleep." She was getting used to the feeling of her colon empty except for the rubber tube when she felt that tube jerk to life once more, again with the icy water. Once again, the gallery echoed with Sammy's hoarse screams.

This pattern repeated all night long. Three icy cold enemas, one every fifteen minutes, followed by two hours of the warm flushing. The sun rose before Sammy's sightless eyes, filling the gallery with a brightening glow. This didn't stop the torture either, leaving Sammy to suffer until noon, when the girl finally returned.

"Hope you enjoyed yourself, you dumb cunt," the girl said as she walked past to put her bag in the back. When she came back out front, she took a few more photos, and went flicked a switch on the cylinder, causing it to drain Sammy for the last time. When the gauge indicated it was done, she unlocked the outer tube from the plug, and pulled the inner tube from Sammy's ass. Sammy moaned incoherently when she felt this happen, wanting to signal how happy she was, but not being able to pull her mind together enough to do so.

The girl kinked the end of the smaller tube, then coiled from the other end, pushing the water that was still in it down to the opening. She then reached up, and unkinked the tube, letting the enema water drain into Sammy's mouth. Sammy appreciated the drink, not realizing it was anything but regular water due to how much she'd been cleaned. With that done, the girl locked the core of the plug back in, and wheeled the device into the back. Sammy was asleep before she'd even left the room, finally free of the constant assault.

In the back, the girl was hard at work making breakfast for Sammy. "Let's see, we'll need this," the girl said as she opened a panel on the side of the enema machine. Inside was a plastic bag filled with all the solids the machine had strained from the waste water. She took it over the counter, and sat the bag of filth next to a blender. She went back out front, and changed the catheter collection bag, laughing to herself as she heard the rhythmic breathing of the sleeping Sammy. "Lazy whore," she muttered as she took the full bag back with her. "Let's see how you like this smoothie, bitch." She released some of the urine into the blender, then stopped the valve and set it aside. Next in was the shit, which left a dark smear along the side of the glass. She then unpeeled two bananas, and stuffed them in as well. Finally, she added two packets of smoothie mix, and let the blender turn it into a thick, dark mess.

The girl returned to the front of the gallery with the smoothie, and then climbed up on a step stool so she could access Sammy's mouth better. She could tell Sammy was still sleeping, and so she knocked on her head like it was a door. "Hey! Wake up! I have food for you, because I can't have you starving during my show!" Sammy groggily responded with a moan, which worked for the girl. "Just swallow, and try not to choke, ok? I don't want your spit up all over my shirt, got it? You're not a baby, so you don't get to act like one."

The girl had a small syringe, which she used to suck up the smoothie. She then put the syringe in Sammy's mouth, and pushed the mess out onto her tongue. It was hard for Sammy at first, but she was able to move the food to the back of her mouth, where it went down as she swallowed. She had trouble focusing due to her exhaustion, but was able to make out the banana flavor in the drink. It tasted off, but she couldn't concentrate enough to figure out why.

When the smoothie was done, the girl squeezed a bottle of water into Sammy's mouth, rinsing it clean. "There, swallow that down and you can go back to your nap, you lazy slut." Sammy moaned her thanks, and immediately drifted off again.

The girl went back to work room, and started organizing the additions for tonight's show. She took her photos of Sammy connected to the enema machine, and added to that pictures of her making the smoothie, and a close-up shot she'd taken of the smoothie being pumped out onto Sammy's tongue. In addition to this, she sat down to write a new note:

"Humiliation Whore: Day 2 (2014)

No matter what I try, I cannot find the depths of this girl's depravity. Please squeeze the bag of urine connected to her water bottle. We know it's disgusting, but she loves doing this in front of the crowd, signaling her will to be a mere toilet. So much so, that she is enjoying only one food while in this display: energy smoothies prepared with her own feces, extracted by an enema.

As much as displaying this humiliation turns her on, she does have trouble getting over that final edge, wrapped tightly as she is. To assist you in assisting her, please feel free to use the vibrators to stimulate her. Imagine the humiliation of having your own body betray you in public. This is her ideal, her paragon of virtue."

The girl quickly taped the photos and note on the back of the bag holding Sammy, and then connected two vibrators to the frame with short cables, letting them fall lose so they were available for the guests later.

A few hours later, the other girls arrived, laughing to themselves as they saw Sammy's newest additions. "I don't even want to meet her when this is over," said the cheerleader. "Make sure you let us out first tomorrow afternoon, ok?"

The artist laughed at that. "I don't blame you, she's probably going to be a smelly mess by then, won't you, you dumb whore?" she said to Sammy's oblivious form. "Ok, let's get you ready for the show." She led them into the back, returning them to the same poses they'd had the previous day.

Sammy was jolted away a bit later by the shock of having one of the vibrators crammed against her crotch on full blast. She initially couldn't figure out where she was, or what was happening, and signaled this to the entire room with her panicked squeals and shouts. Quickly it dawned on her, and she could even make out the laughter of the crowd surrounding her. The vibrator had initially been simply shocking, but the combination of its insistent buzzing and the realization that she was intentionally being pushed to cum in front of the entire exhibition made her quickly warm up.

She began to moan and pant, causing her tormentor to change techniques. Sammy was driven close to the peak by having the vibrator pushed in tightly, then taunted with the vibrator being pulled back so she could barely feel it. However, the sound of the crowd quickly became the dominant force driving her, and as their laughter swelled when the vibrator was pulled entirely away, Sammy let out a ear piercing squeal as her entire body shook. The crowd was startled by this, seeing the frame and bag shimmy as Sammy fought against them.

It was quickly over, and Sammy calmed back down, with only her pants emerging from the gag. The rest of the show went as before, with the addition of her body being constantly tormented by the vibrators. Eventually, their batteries had drained to the point where they no longer had much effect.

When that night's show had concluded, the artist again let out the other girls, and rolled the enema machine back out. Sammy was calming down after the show, trying to reconstruct how many orgasms she'd had, all of them loudly proclaimed to the anonymous people around her. However, she soon felt the key sliding into the plug in her ass, and started to struggle and scream. "Hey!" said the girl with a smack of her hand on Sammy's ass. "Shut up! This is for your own good, you dumb cunt!" She reconnected the machine despite Sammy's protests, turning it on before turning out the lights and locking up.

Sammy was crying under all of the wrapping, waiting for the cold shock to hit her. Suddenly, the water rushed in, but was warm. Sammy was relieved, hoping the cycle from the previous night was just a first time thing. She let her mind drift off with the constant flow, and was beginning to think that she might be able to sleep, even with this running.

However, two hours later, the machine drained her, and started the cycle again, freezing her with three painful punishing floods, then washing her out in a mind numbing way. By the time morning came, Sammy's brain felt like mush. The girl laughed to herself when she came in the next day, hearing Sammy making a low constant whine. She left the machine connected, and went into the back to prepare.