Jean - The Birth of Venus Ch. 14

Hanna laughed since she'd also had her vibrating egg-filled pussy on display and knew the feeling.

"Better be careful and make sure the guy wears a condom. None of us are on birth control, and I'll be close to the peak of my fertility on Wednesday."

I tried to remember my last period and did a quick count of the days since then. I realized I was also likely near my peak fertility.

Lanuola said, "My team leader keeps track of my periods on a calendar in my dressing room. She even marks down the consistency of my cervical mucus every morning."

Hanna said, "Oh my God! My team leader was also doing that. She'd stick her finger in my vagina after giving me my suppository. She'd hold her fingers up to the light and rub them together. I thought it was because she was a pervert. She claimed she was warming up my vagina before she inserted the egg."

Lanuola said, "My team leader told me the consistency could be used as an indication of fertility. If my mucus was clear, stringy, stretchy, and resembling the consistency of egg whites, then I was close to ovulating. If I didn't want kids, I needed to take precautions. I checked this morning, and I think I'm close to my peak fertility. I wish I had my birth control pills."

I said, "That bitch, Ellen, flushed my pills down the toilet. Fortunately, my aunt recently started providing me with birth control pills, although I'm not planning on having sex with a man anytime soon."

Sonya laughed, "Jean, who are you kidding? We can all hear your nonstop screams of pleasure in the Exhibition Hall. We also hear you masturbate every morning before Vicky wakes us up. I'll bet you can't go as long as I can without fucking some guy, and I already confessed I'll rape the first guy I see."

The other girls laughed, but no one took the bet.

I said, "The Electrician promised to give me the dildo when the Gala is over. I don't need a guy when I have something bigger and better."

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Chapter 33

One last time, Vicky ran us up the hill in the afternoon before the Gala. We took our time showering and had a nice lunch in the warm courtyard wearing our light dressing gowns.

Once Maggie led me to my dressing room, everything went pretty much like a normal day preparing for the Exhibition. The only difference was my team applied makeup to my back as well. Normally, my back didn't show, so there was no need to apply the white makeup that matched my skin to Venus in Sandro Botticelli's famous 'The Birth of Venus.' I was puzzled by the extra make up but couldn't get a reasonable explanation from anyone.

It was just before six in the evening when they led me out to my exhibition cubicle. As usual, Maggie applied lubricant to her fingers and worked it into my pussy and my anus. It had been two days since the Exhibition closed and I hadn't ridden the Master Cock Deluxe Dildo since then. My pussy felt especially sensitive, and I was thankful Maggie had given me the full dose of tranquilizer suppositories. I whimpered in pleasure as they lowered me onto the dildo and strapped my feet into the bindings hidden in the seashell. The dildo gave a couple of quick thrusts as Maggie tested the controller. My body jerked as a small electrical spark jumped from the electrode on the dildo, through my G-spot to the gold metal band surrounding my sensitive clitoris.

My right hand was positioned on my right breast with my fingers grasping my nipple. My left breast was bare and exposed. The thumb of my left hand pressed against my clit. My fingers were resting in my slit just above the dildo and did little to conceal my moist sex.

Just before she opened the curtain, Maggie said, "You will do only one session tonight before the banquet is served, but it may run a little longer than normal."

I didn't get a chance to ask how much longer because she opened the curtain to the applause of the guests. The Exhibition sponsors were in tuxedos and evening gowns while the Exhibition volunteers were more casually dressed.

I had only a moment to think before the first token was inserted in the controller and the two-pronged dildo began thrusting into my vagina and ass. I wondered how long tonight's session would run. I knew the controller would steadily increase the stimulation it provided until it reached its maximum setting in about twenty-five minutes. The day my support team went out to lunch and couldn't get back for a couple of hours had been intense. That time the controller had taken over an hour to reach its maximum settings, and I had been driven to the point where I was having nearly continuous orgasms. There was no way to escape with my feet strapped down. Riding the big black dildo on its maximum settings for nearly an hour that day had been amazing, but I had been left so drained I had missed several days of community service.

When I returned to the Exhibition after that prolonged session, I found I was no longer satisfied with The Engineer's original setting. He was happy to increase the baseline stimulation to the point where I had at least two orgasms per session. At the time, I had briefly wondered if I was becoming addicted to sex. I had learned about the brain's reward center in my college psychology class. I knew that over time, the brain developed a tolerance to any pleasure stimulus, and required more of the addictive substance to achieve the same amount of pleasure. Could sex work like a narcotic?

The concern in the back of my head had increased when I surreptitiously upped the settings only a week after The Engineer made his adjustment. It now took only took half of a normal session before the controller reached its maximum power. Each fifty-minute session left me drained. What would happen if I rode the big black dildo for longer? I shuddered in eager anticipation. Maybe I would exceed my personal best of 94 orgasms in a row.

I was happy to be back on display after being off for two days. The dildo felt like an old lover, and while I rode the monstrous thrusting black penis towards my first orgasm, I had time to look around the crowded hall. I knew the Exhibition used thousands of volunteers, and the hall was packed. There were a couple of bars serving drinks and scattered around were several tables covered with finger food. Maggie was sitting in a chair outside my booth next to a chalkboard. I watched as a man in a tuxedo spoke to her and she wrote Smith 400 on the board. A few minutes later she wrote Dobson 500 above the line for Smith. I had no idea what it was about, but I noticed there was someone with a chalkboard in front of all the exhibits I could see.

By the time I began shaking with my first orgasm, the chalkboard had read Smith 1200, Williams 1100 and Redding 1050. It seemed like they were bidding, but for what?

The crowd in front of my booth was shouting encouragement as I had another nice orgasm. As I came down from my next very pleasant orgasm, I could hear Mary scream. The black porn star hadn't waited before thrusting his big black cock into the little woman tied to a stake on the rotating platform in front of me. The crowd turned away from my exhibit and surged toward the platform and began cheering. The free drinks were having an effect.

When I had my fourth and slightly stronger orgasm, I knew it had been less than fifteen minutes since the beginning of the session. Once again, I wondered how much extra time I would be riding the dildo tonight. My body quivered in anticipation of a long enjoyable night. God, what was wrong with me?

The chalkboard was up to 1600. My uncle came by my booth, and he smiled as I had my fifth orgasm of the night, maybe three or four minutes after the previous one. My uncle raised his glass of champagne to me and had a sip before moving on to inspect the rest of his triumph. Maggie had said the Exhibition had raised nearly four times as much as the best previous year in an undeniable demonstration that sex sells.

By the time my next orgasm hit only a couple of minutes later, I knew the dildo was already close to its maximum settings. I panted for breath, trying to recover before another an even more intense orgasm washed over me. My fingers were twisting and pulling on my nipple as I screamed when an even more intense orgasm followed shortly after the last one. I lost track of time as my body writhed on the dildo simultaneously assaulting my pussy and anus. The electrical pulses between the dildo and the gold band around my clit repeatedly flashed through my most sensitive tissue. My sweaty body convulsed with each stroke of lightning, and I began orgasming almost continuously. I lost track of time. At some point, I was aware the gold band around my clit felt hot from the rapid electrical shocks, but the next orgasm wiped out any chance of coherent thought.

I heard a gong being struck as my body shook uncontrollably with my most intense orgasm yet. The dildo stopped pulsing, and I slumped forward panting to catch my breath. I heard someone excitedly yell that they had counted 106 orgasms. Maggie held a water bottle to my mouth, and I swallowed deeply as I tried to recover.

My team leader said, "I'm sorry you had to stay on the dildo for nearly two hours. Attendance at the Gala is much larger than usual, and everyone wanted to spend time watching the exhibits."

I grinned back at her but couldn't find the strength to tell her I enjoyed every minute of it. In truth, I wanted more. I would have gladly ridden the big fucking dildo for the rest of eternity.

My team unfastened my bindings and carefully lifted me off the dildo. As they carried me out of my booth, I caught a glimpse of the chalkboard. The top entry was Brown 3200. I wondered if it was my uncle's bid. Below his name was Tatupu 3000 and Okazaki 2900. Why were the mayor and the loathsome judge on the board with my uncle?

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Chapter 34

Back in my dressing room, they cleaned me up and let me sleep in a dark room. My team was laughing when they came back sometime later. They had all been drinking and were obviously happy another successful Exhibition had concluded. They had a plate of food from the banquet for me, but I could only pick at it. Once I pushed the plate away, they began repairing my makeup.

"I thought I was done."

Maggie said, "Almost. We're going to conclude the Gala with you made up for the painting known as 'Leda and the Swan' with some changes to the myth suggested by the Exhibition Committee."

I was too tired to object when my handlers fastened my hands and arms into a feathered wing harness that strapped around my abdomen. I struggled but failed to free my hands from the bindings. All I managed to do was flap my wings a few inches. I was confused. My recollection of Leda and the swan was that Zeus disguised himself as a swan to mate with the young maiden against his wife's wishes.

The blond wig I wore as Venus was replaced by a helmet covered with white feathers. A feather garment covered the harness on my back and abdomen but left my bare breasts exposed. Feathered leggings covered me from my feet up to mid-thigh, leaving my ass and hairless pussy exposed. A butt plug with gorgeous full tail feathers was worked into my ass.

The final insult was a beak that was strapped over my mouth. Someone pinched my ass, and I let out a shriek. The beak transformed my shriek into the plaintiff call of a Trumpeter Swan.

I was led out into a deserted Exhibition Hall. Maggie said we had a few minutes before the banquet concluded, and a special audience of auction winners and their guests would return to the hall. I was brought to the small circular stage in front of my cubicle. The stage now held a black rock with horizontal "T" shaped mount padded with thick wool fleece. My hips rested against the crosspiece of the mount. My wing harness was clipped to the long piece of the 'T' which ran up between my bare dangling breasts. I felt my knees forced apart and strapped down. My bare ass was sticking up, and I felt a cool breeze on my moist pussy. A fan mounted on the platform ruffled the feathers on my costume.

My attempt at a protest only resulted in another pitiful honk. My upper torso was free to move slightly, and I twisted my body around to survey the room as the dais began to rotate. I wanted to understand what was happening and looked at my team leader with pleading eyes. My handlers were uncharacteristically silent. I forced myself to take slow deep breaths as I waited for the return of the audience. I had plenty of time to think about my situation, but I couldn't understand why I was dressed as a swan.

While I waited on my rotating platform, I saw the other actresses being led to their exhibit booths. I heard protests as they were strapped into place. I noticed every booth had a chalkboard in front with names.

My dusky cellmate, Sonya Ramirez walked with her head down as her handlers led her to her booth where she had spent the summer portraying 'The Naked Maji.' She started struggling when she saw the chalkboard. The first and second entries were Ramirez. I didn't know how common the name Ramirez was in Santa Teresa, but I knew her father, Miguel, the president of the city council and her uncle, Sebastián Ramirez, my defense attorney were members of the Art Exhibition Board and visibly enjoying the Gala.

Watching her curse and fight her team, I wondered if she knew something I didn't. She was a native of Santa Teresa and had worked as a support volunteer in previous years, so she was familiar with the Exhibition.

Lanuola Tatupu, the Chief of Police's daughter, who plays a Tahitian girl in Paul Gauguin's 'Nevermore' let out a scream when she saw the uncommon name Tatupu in both first and third place on her board. Smith was the second name on her board.

Amani Okazaki, the Judge's Asian daughter, who plays 'The Dream of the Fishermen's Wife' began sobbing when she saw her family name first on her board. She didn't put up a fight. Hopefully, whatever atrocity was in store for her wasn't as horrific as being fucked in every opening by the rubbery tentacles of a mechanical octopus.

Hanna Schmidt, the mayor's daughter, who's wide open pussy was on display in 'The Origin of the World' spit on her chalkboard as she walked past. Her entries followed the pattern. The first and second names were Schmidt.

Mary McDonald, the Art Professor's daughter, was wearing a collar. She was chained to a metal ring in what had been my booth. Her chalkboard didn't follow the pattern. The three names on her chalkboard were all the same and matched that of the porn star who had been fucking her all summer. She was smiling when they led her to the booth. I remembered how hard she had fought him at the beginning of the summer. The performance art piece had slowly changed from rape to love. I knew the lucky couple planned to be married as soon as the Exhibition was over.

My aunt Cathy and Dorthey, the lesbian committee member, walked into the room and headed straight for me. I let out a couple of sharp honks when Dorthey's hand immediately went to the wet cleft between my thighs.

I struggled against my harness and made a few plaintiff bleats as Dorthey worked a couple of fingers inside my vagina, which was still distended from riding the fat dildo. Cathy's hand cradled my chin and lifted my head.

Cathy looked me in the eye as she'd said, "I imagine you are a little confused by our retelling of the Greek myth. In the original story, Zeus wanted the beautiful maiden Leda, but his wife Hera would not allow the union. Zeus turned himself into a swan and secretly mated with Leda. In our retelling, Hera turned Leda into a swan to hide her from Zeus. The king of the gods asked Hebe, his daughter, for help. She told her father that Leda was swimming in an enchanted forest pond that rendered Leda invisible to Zeus. Hebe offered to bind Leda to a rock on the shore of the enchanted pond, so her father can see his prize. Zeus found Leda and mated with her. As you will see, our living animation turns the myth on its head. It will show the mating of Zeus with Leda as a swan."

I knew the myth of Leda and the Swan from my art history class. There are dozens of paintings of the myth painted to show off the naked body of Leda coupling with a swan. The suggested bestiality of the artworks is generally overlooked. I dreaded what I suspected was coming.

The door opened, and a much smaller crowd flowed into the room from the banquet hall. Once everyone settled down, fanfare played, and my uncle strode into the room. He wore a mask and a crown of olive branches. Otherwise, he was naked and covered in gold paint except for his enormous uncircumcised black cock that was erect and dripping precum. His black balls were enormous and tight against the base of his cock.

He walked to a microphone and said, "Welcome to the after Gala party for the winners of the silent auction, members of the Board and their special guests. Once I kick off the celebration, the winners can claim their prizes."

He strolled over to my platform and bent down to whisper in my ear. His huge hands cupped my face.

"I've been infatuated with you from the moment I saw you, but my wife refused to let me fuck you. I think it's fitting we're re-enacting 'Leda and the Swan.' Now, that you have been transformed into a swan, I'll finally have my way.

I was horrified at the thought of being raped in front of the leering crowd that filled the hall. I honked furiously in protest as his hands slid from my face and cupped my dangling breasts. When he pinched and pulled my nipples, I produced a series of long, loud squawks and jerked against my restraints. My wings fluttered as I continued to honk my futile protest. Everyone in the room assumed it was part of the act and laughed in anticipation of what they hoped would follow.

The crowd began shouting encouragement as my uncle knelt behind me and grabbed the horns of my hips. I squirmed as he slid the fat tip of his big black cock through the folds of my wet pussy. My body jerked when the tip hit my clit, and my scream was transformed by my beak into a sharp screech. I honked sharply as he drove his bare cock into my tender vagina with one firm thrust. Thank God, the gigantic dildo had left my tender pussy stretched and ready for a real cock.

Tears dripped from my eyes as my uncle arched his back, trying to push his cock deeper into my womb. A cheer echoed off the walls of the large hall. After a moment, I felt every inch of cock slowly slide back to the entrance of my pussy. He paused with just the tip inside my wet pussy before driving it back in with a wet slap as his crotch bounced off my ass. The slap was punctuated by another shrill honk. Soon my uncle was thrusting rapidly into my unprotected vagina. His fingers slid around to the top of my slit and began strumming my protruding clit. The walls of the Exhibition Hall echoed with my frantic squawking.

My eyes were filled with tears, but all I could do was honk pitifully as I felt my body begin to betray me. I fought against my growing orgasm as my uncle drove his cock into me so hard, he made the platform shake. His crotch slapped against my sweaty ass over and over with a loud smacking sound combined with a sharp honk from my mouth. I could smell the sharp odor of our sweaty bodies as he fucked me to an intense orgasm. My mind went blank as I saw stars. I would have collapsed if I wasn't fastened to the platform.

I was bound so tight I couldn't move a muscle except for my flapping wings and my quivering vagina. My only way to participate was to squeeze his thrusting cock as hard as I could. I would have ripped it off and used it as a dildo for the rest of my life given a chance. My uncle's warm cock was fucking me far better than The Electrician's fancy dildo. I was way beyond the anger I had felt initially. Now, I hoped he would fuck me hard forever. It had been far too long since I had a real cock in my pussy.