CAUGHT - THE TAMMY SERIES Part 18
BY: HOOKED6
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CAUGHT - THE TAMMY SERIES Part 18
By: Hooked6

(AUTHOR'S NOTE: Readers may wish to refresh themselves with the
story line by rereading Chapter's 1-17 at www.Asstr.org/~nialos/Hooked6.html)

"Will SOMEBODY please tell me what's going on?" I pleaded.

Miss Westerman came over and put her arm behind my back and
ushered me toward Sam. "Dearie, there's no time for that right
now. Angie has to get ready. Sam here will explain it all to you
in the exhibit area. Now we MUST get a move on or all of this
will be for naught."

Sam grabbed my hand and I saw Miss Westerman leading Angie off to
another room. "Where's she taking Angie?" I asked as we walked
along the passageways deeper into the museum.

"She's taking her to the prep room. Angie has to get her makeup
on."

I was so confused. What was going on? Why did this place seem to
strike fear into Marti and Sue Ellen? What was all the secrecy
about? As we went further into the exhibit areas it stuck me odd
that there were a lot of statues and displays different from that
I had expected in a museum. I had never seen anything like it.
"What kind of place is this?"

"It's a wax museum. Haven't you ever been in one before?" Sam
asked.

"Nope." I answered a bit unsure of myself.

"OK, Here's the deal. Now remember from now on everything you
hear, see and experience is all to be kept confidential. You
agree?" she asked.

"Of course I agree, now what gives?"

"Listen up because I only have time to say this once. Miss
Westerman doesn't work at the library, she just volunteer's
there. She actually owns and operates this wax museum. The museum
has its ups and downs in attendance and to supplement her cash
flow she has special 'invitation only' exhibits every couple of
months. That's what's going on tonight, in a couple of minutes in
fact."

"So?" I asked still confused.

"For these special shows she charges $100.00 a ticket to get in,"
Sam explained.

"Holy Crap! That's a lot of money," I observed. "Why would anyone
pay that much to walk around a museum?

"In certain exhibits, Miss Westerman replaces the normal wax
figures with, ah, with real people."

"Huh?" I remarked.

"She uses certain attractive people to pose naked in various
positions. The people that visit here are often older, well-to-do
gentleman whom it would seem, get off on the naughty idea of,
well you know."

"What's this got to do with me?" I asked nervously.

"Tonight, as luck would have it Marti and Sue Ellen have to pose
in an exhibit."

"REALLY?!!" I exclaimed. "Why do they have to do that? Why would
ANYONE do that anyway?"

"Miss Westerman uses a variety of incentives. Sometimes she pays
them well   people need money after all and it is easy work. But,
most of the time she uses blackmail to get them to cooperate.
That's what happened to Marti and Sue Ellen. She caught them
plagiarizing parts of books at the library and using it in their
term papers."

"Oh," I acknowledged.

"As for me, well, I help her out now and then purely for the fun
of it." Then Sam changed the subject a little. "I guess by now
you realized that's how I knew to look for you at the mall the
other day. I figured they'd make you pose in some revealing
manner like they were going to have to do tonight."

Sam took me into the Chamber of Horrors area. "Here's where we'll
be tonight." She pointed toward an exhibit area that had a sign
that read: "Slave Auction." There was an elevated platform with a
rail at the back that looked like a hitching post in an old
western movie. There was a wax figure of a man holding a long
sheet of paper in one hand and pointing toward the hitching post
with the other. He must be the auctioneer I figured. On the
street area of the scene there were several wax figures looking
on as if they were bidding on something, or I guess 'someone'
since this was a slave auction.

"Now this is how you're going to get even with them. Marti and
Sue Ellen will be standing naked against this rail here. Their
hands will be tied to the rail behind them as if they were
slaves. I'll make sure Miss Westerman ties them up really tight.
They will be replacing the wax figures that normally stand here.
Like you had to do at the mall, they have to pretend they are wax
figures. As part of their deal with Miss Westerman, she agreed to
let them keep their heads covered with these bags."  Sam then
pointed to a couple of bags that looked like ski masks without
the facial holes for eyes and mouth.  

"Cool!" I exclaimed. "So I get to taunt them and get even is that
it?"

"No, you'll have to be careful. Some of our community's big shots
will be here tonight so you'll have to keep out of sight most of
the time. You can't turn this into a wild event. The reason Miss
Westerman keeps operating is that everyone well, pretends, that
these are just realistic looking wax figures- even though I'm
sure almost everyone realizes they are not! The Cops would shut
this place down if people thought she was running some type of
sex shop here."

"Oh, I see," I answered.

"You'll have to wait behind the curtain over there. If you're
careful you can peek out and see everything without getting
caught yourself. Here's my digital camera. After things are
pretty well set and people are coming through the exhibits, you
sneak over and pull the bags off of their heads. If you're quick
about it you can take a few pictures. If Marti threatens to show
more of your pictures around school you can threaten to show
hers!"

My relief at having a way to prevent my further humiliation was
cut short as I saw Angie being escorted towards me naked as the
day she was born!! I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. I
NEVER thought I would see the day that Angie, of all people,
would humiliate herself in this way like she had done to me!!

I kept looking at her body. She too was VERY pretty and well
proportioned. She gave me that look that said "If you DARE
breathe a word of this I'll kill you."

My eyes got as big as saucers as I then witnessed Miss Westerman
take Angie across the aisle and place her on a Rack in the middle
of a torture chamber. After tying her hands above her head she
opened her legs wide exposing her labia to anyone who would walk
by the exhibit! Miss Westerman then tied her legs to each side of
the Rack forcing her to keep her legs apart! Though the lighting
was subdued in the exhibit area, I could still see the
unmistakable glistening of wetness between her legs. I felt bad
for her as I knew how she must be feeling.

I whispered to Sam, "Why is Angie having to do this? Is she doing
it for the money or is she being blackmailed?"

"This might surprise you but she volunteered to do this as your
IOU alone wasn't enough for the old lady."

"You mean she doesn't normally do this?" I asked incredulously.

"Never done it before in her life. I guess she likes you, like
she said. Anyway, I figure you owe her big time." Sam explained.

I heard footsteps from around the corner as Sam handed me a
digital camera and pointed towards a curtained area. I quickly
hid behind the wall as Sam left the area. I kept hearing voices
of all sorts sounding like others were being readied at different
exhibits. I guessed there must be many people in debt to the old
lady and had to participate in some display area throughout the
building. My daydreaming kept on until I heard familiar voices. I
carefully peeked around the curtain and saw Marti and Sue Ellen
being led to the hitching post by Miss Westerman. I can't
describe the feelings I was experiencing. I had a feeling of
triumph, of nervousness and yes of arousal seeing those two naked
as the day they were born. After they were tied up the old lady
put the bags over their heads and told them to keep still as the
museum would be opening shortly.

Oh how I wanted to rush out and mock them right then and there,
but I held my ground and waited. Shortly I heard a few male
voices and saw two well dressed men enter our area and stop by
the Slave Auction exhibit. "Would you look at the bodies of those
two figures," said one of the men. "Yeah, what I wouldn't give to
run my tongue between the legs of that shorter one on the right."
They both laughed at that remark. I could see their words had an
effect on Marti and Sue Ellen because they were both breathing
very rapidly. I was sure they knew the men were talking about
them. They stood there admiring the view and wondering out loud
how much money it would have taken back then to purchase slaves
like that and imagining what they would have done with them if
they had been lucky enough to have the wining bid. Marti and Sue
Ellen squirmed ever so slightly at their remarks and I took great
pleasure in their humiliation.

After a while they moved on to Angie's exhibit and then left the
area. It was quiet for some time and I figured that I had better
take my chances and get my pictures before the museum filled up
with visitors. I carefully left my hiding place and went out onto
the floor. With camera in place I took a few flash pictures. I
wasn't happy that the girls' faces were covered so I sneaked over
and jumped the rail into their exhibit.

"Helllloooo, girls," I said menacingly. "Remember me?" Without
waiting for an answer I yanked the hood off Marti and then Sue
Ellen.

"Tammy!" Marti whispered as Sue Ellen's eyes grew large with
fear. "What are YOU doing here?" she asked nervously.

I stepped beck and took several more flash pictures of the two of
them standing naked now with their faces exposed.

After looking around to insure no one was coming I finally spoke
up and said, "I heard from a little birdie that the two of you
were planning on showing the pictures you took of me at the mall
around school Monday?"

"Sue Ellen shook her head as Marti replied, "Noooo. We wouldn't
do such a thing, honest."

I walked up to Marti and ran my finger around each of her nipples
and then slowly down to her pubic hair. "Oh I don't know about
that. I'm sure the two of you can't be trusted about anything you
say." I continued to slowly run my finer lower and lower down
Marti's belly as her breathing got faster and faster. I recalled
how I was humiliated at the hands of those two and was determined
to get even. "Let's just say I have some insurance photos now. If
you dare show my photos to ANYONE I'll make sure these get shown
to everyone in town   especially your parents!"

"You wouldn't dare," snapped Marti.

"Oh wouldn't I? Just try me and find out," I challenged. Just
then my fingers reached her pubes and I twirled her hairs around
my finger over and over again as if to tie them into a big not. I
looked right into Marti's eyes, smiled the biggest smile I could
manage and started moving my fingers lower and lower. Marti's
eyes had terror in them as she realized what I was about to do. I
then slid my entire hand between her legs and held it closely
against her pussy. I couldn't believe I had actually done that. I
had never touched a girl there before. To my surprise she was
VERY wet. Not just a little wet but dripping, sloppy gooey wet.
Overcome by a mixture of excitement and superiority, I slid my
hand back and forth hoping to torture Marti some more. "Looks
like I'm not the only one that gets a little aroused as being
naked in public, huh?" She actually began trembling as I moved my
hands faster and faster. Marti soon whispered, "No, please, I'm.
. . comm. . .ing." I felt her squeeze her legs tight around my
hand and her body convulsed a few times as she held her breath.
Then, letting out a big sigh, she relaxed. If her hands weren't
tied to the hitching post, I was sure she would have collapsed on
the floor!

I then realized that I had just gotten another girl off! I
snatched my hand quickly away from her and wiped my fingers on my
clothes. At first I was repulsed at the thought, but then I got
that funny feeling between my own legs. I had actually ENJOYED
that!!! I was so confused. I looked at Marti and could tell she
was VERY embarrassed by what had just happened and I found myself
feeling sorry for her!    

"Just remember, you'll sow the seeds of your own destruction if
you spread my photos around," I said as a warning. Once again I
felt the old feelings of retribution rising inside of me and I
wanted to humiliate them more but I heard voices coming toward
us. Not thinking clearly I quickly gave Marti a big open-mouthed
kiss, which wasn't in the least reciprocated, and then I withdrew
from the exhibit. As I ran back to my hiding place I rationalized
what I had just done by saying to myself that my kiss was just
away of rubbing Marti's humiliation in a bit more. Deep inside
though I worried that I had another reason. . . and that worried
me.

More men arrived in our area and I was having a field day
watching the looks of horror on the girls' now uncovered faces as
they desperately tried to stand perfectly still! I loved every
minute of it! I knew that the girls had wanted to remain
anonymous and now, thanks to me, that was impossible. I hadn't
intended on leaving them that way but in all the excitement I
hadn't thought to re-cover them. It was just as well. I was
thrilled with my unexpected gift!

Things quieted down again and Miss Westerman returned, and upon
seeing the girls' now un-masked, grinned with satisfaction. She
then came over to my hiding place and grabbed me by the arm. I
was somewhat startled as she gently pulled me from behind the
curtain and into the aisle. "Got your photos I trust?" she asked.
I nodded. "Good," she remarked as she started walking me away
from the area. "One of my girls didn't show up as planned
tonight. Although I hate to redeem my IOU so quickly, I guess you
get to take her place!"

"WHAT??!!" I cried.    

"You heard me," she said matter of factly. "I have three more
hours of this special engagement and a half empty exhibit. It
won't do, you know. It just won't do."

"But I . . . I can't pose like THAT!!! I just COULDN"T" I said
almost hysterically.

"Trust me Dearie," she said. "This is a whole lot easier than
what I HAD planned for you when I redeemed my IOU. But,
unfortunately, needs must I'm afraid. Now let's get a move on so
I can get your makeup on before the real crowd starts piling in.

She took me to an office near the front of the museum and started
unbuttoning my clothes. I knew what was coming   that eerie smile
on her face gave her away. She was going to enjoy every second of
my humiliation. After she finished unbuttoning the last button on
my dress she held it open and looked at me standing in my bra and
panties. "Not very imaginative, I must say," she said almost
disappointed in my choice of underwear. "You could dress much
more provocatively and make the most of your, ah, limited assets
Dearie." Then with one swift motion, swoosh, my dress was slipped
off my body and tossed on the floor. I instinctively covered
myself but my modesty didn't last long as she quickly reached
behind me and unclasped my bra. I unsuccessfully tried to keep
the straps from sliding of my arms but she would have none of
that.

"There's that perky set of tits I remember so well," she said. I
wasn't sure if she was really admiring them or mocking them. It
was really humiliating was she started ever so slowly sliding my
panties down of my hips. It was as if she was trying to prolong
my agony. First the tip of my pubic hair came into view, then she
paused for a few seconds, then slid them down further revealing a
bit more hair, then more and more until at last they were bunched
up on my upper thighs. She paused to admire the view, her face
only inches from my pelvis. I could feel her hot breath on my
clit as she knelt frozen in front of me. Finally she dropped them
to the floor and I reluctantly stepped out of them. Now standing
before her naked I was reminded of my experience at the library.
Little did I realize then that our paths would cross again so
quickly.

She took out a large jar of orange-colored "dusting powder" as
she called it and started dabbing in all over me. "This will give
that pale skin of yours some color under the lights and make you
look more like a wax figure," she explained.

When she had finished I looked at myself in the mirror located in
the corner of the room and was surprised to see how tan I looked.
Maybe there was something to this "Dusting Powder" I thought.

I started to get nervous when she began to escort me back through
the museum, "Please don't make me do this. What if somebody I
know recognizes me!"

"Piffle," she said as she kept walking. It was one thing to sneak
around a library naked with only a CHANCE of being seen. It was
quite another to pose deliberatively knowing full well you are
GOING to be seen!!

"Can't I at lest wear a mask?" I asked.

"Nope! But you can wear a blindfold if you want," she offered
politely. I thought about that but decided that I didn't want to
be in the dark about what was happening in the aisles.

At least in the mall my vital areas were covered, albeit barely,
but I wasn't NAKED!  "What am I going to do?" I wondered.