Chapter 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.