The Curator commented: "Just
like your other restraints, you will wear these for a week, and if there
are no complications, they will be soldered shut. The nanomachines will
be entering your body shortly to initiate the change. They will enter
vaginally, through the pole, and begin their renovations where required.
For this reason, we want to ensure that they don't escape." With
this, the Curator produced a tube of sealant, and caulked around the pole
where it met her pussy, sealing them together. Then, the Curator stood
back to admire the handiwork. Dee attempted to wriggle on the pole, and
fought with her arms, pinioned in the single sleeve behind her back.
"If you have any last words,
you'd better say them now. Just like the rest of your body, your mouth
is also to be permanently restrained," the Curator informed her.
A penis gag was produced and put to Dee's lips.
"Do we have t--uhh..." the gag
was slipped in before she could finish her protest, and quickly buckled
behind her head. Then, the curator started bringing out some wire leads
from the base of Dee's podium, while she accustomed herself to her new
intruder. The gag was unusual in that it had a metal underside, and flared
out in her mouth so that it pressed down on her tongue, no matter what
she did. It also had some holes in the center, to ensure that she would
be able to breathe in the event of a stuffed nose or such. The thick latex
base of the gag fit around her mouth so snugly that she would never be
able to lift her lips from the shaft.
"As with all of our exhibits,
yours has a theme," the Curator informed her. "You are our electrotorture
exhibit." Dee's eyes flew wide, and she attempted to struggle against
her imprisonment. It was no use, however: she couldn't move a single muscle.
"Those three forks you're mounted on are all independently circuited,
and there are another three electrodes to attach. The first two use a
static charge, rather than a direct current, since they're so close to
the heart." With this, alligator clips with wire leads were clamped
onto Dee's nipples. Then, holding her chin firmly in one hand, the curator
screwed the end of the third lead into Dee's gag.
"There. Every time you attempt
to make a sound -- even the slightest whine -- your tongue will receive
a painful jolt. We will condition you into eternal silence... perhaps
after several years you will even forget that you were ever able to speak
at all. Now, all of your electrodes are operated by remote control, and
can be triggered by any of the museum's patrons. There are two different
buttons for your clitoral electrode, so that you can receive a painful
shock, or something lighter and much more exciting. It will be your sexual
energy, after all, that will continue to power the nanomachines, so it
will be worthwhile for us to keep you in a state of constant pleasure,
without ever giving you full orgasm. There are worse ways to spend eternity...
although I can't think of them, offhand," the Curator grinned. Then,
the remote control was tested, sending first a light tingle to Dee's clitoris
for about five seconds, and then with a sharp shock up her ass. The Curator
watched her responses as each button was tried (left nipple, then vagina,
then sharp shock to her clit...), and made certain that the remote was
in perfect working order. Then, the remote was handed to the onlookers
who had gathered around. "Enjoy the rest of your life," Dee
was told, before watching her captor walk away, to attend to other business.
And soon, with the remote being handled
by the patrons, Dee found herself twitching on the pole in a restrained
dance, growing excited, growing frustrated and shivering at the prospect
of spending endless days suffering the shocks.