Post 13: A Gala to Celebrate a Successful Exhibition

This story took place in 1976.

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Chapter 30

My last three weeks of the Art Exhibition went by in a fog of public orgasms. Each day blended into the next. The only change had been to the controller for my dildo. I had managed to convince Maggie and The Electrician to increase the stimulation as well as the size of the dildo. His changes to the black box shortened the time before the big black dildo thrusting into my vagina and ass reached its maximum speed and power. With the new settings, the device was close to its maximum level by the end of each session. The electrical stimulation between my G-spot and the gold band around my clit similarly increased in intensity.

Previously, I had orgasmed about once per session for a total of between 8 and 12 public orgasms a day. With the increased stimulation, I was up to over two orgasms per session for a daily total of 18 to 24 or more. A light flashed on top of the black box every time the electronic sensors detected an orgasm. Since my display booth was fitted with microphones, the Exhibition visitors were treated to every moan and shriek I uttered as the dildo they controlled with their tokens drove me from one mind-numbing orgasm to another. Between the flashing orgasm light, my wanton screams and my nearly naked gyrating body, the performance drove the crowd wild.

I didn't have the time or energy to be worried about what happened when the Exhibition finally ended. In my mind, I was going to spend the rest of my life in orgasmic bliss riding my big black plastic fantastic lover.

After a week of increased stimulation, I found myself once again wanting more. Since I'd watched The Engineer when he made the modifications to the electronic controller that I had requested, I figured I could change the settings by myself and save myself from the annoyance of having my request denied.

Fortunately, my support team was exhausted and getting sloppy in their attention to my needs. One day, no one had remembered to bring the lubricant, and every one of them trooped back to my dressing room leaving me alone in my display booth. I quickly popped off the cover on the controller and increased the setting two clicks. I would have turned the knob further, but it was as far as it would go. I barely closed the box before they returned. I was quickly lubricated and mounted on the dildo. As usual my feet were fastened down to prevent me from falling off. I had no idea what to expect, but I hoped I would soon be experiencing something close to the ecstasy I enjoyed the time my team was prevented from returning from lunch by an accident on the access road. That day the football players counted out 94 orgasms in a row as indicated by the flashing light.

I wasn't disappointed. The stimulation quickly ramped up, and about the midpoint in my session, it reached its maximum setting. I was in heaven. For the next twenty-five minutes, I enjoyed nearly continuous orgasms. Towards the end of the session, I felt the gold band around my clit get warm. Some nerd had counted the flashes and shouted out nineteen, just after my first session of the day ended. I knew it was going to be a long glorious day.

My team had to peel me off the mount after my first session. Chalk up their response to exhaustion after a long summer; they thought my catatonic state was the result of my poor nights sleep. They gave me water and a bottle of Ensure before returning me to my booth for another session riding the powerful dildo. By lunchtime, I was in a trance. When they dismounted me at the end of the day, I was essentially catatonic. I don't remember being transported back to my jail cell, but when I woke early the next morning my fingers had already found their way to my sex, and I rubbed out a couple of easy orgasms before we were roused for another day at the Exhibition.

I couldn't have made it through the last weeks of the Exhibition without my support team, gently guiding me through my daily routine. I got up early each morning and jogged up the hill to the Exhibition Hall while the sun rose over the mountains behind Santa Teresa and burned off the fog over the Pacific Ocean. I used the communal shower when I arrived at the facility, and as soon as I was dry, my team led me back to my dressing room. Once there, I automatically bent over and grabbed my ankles. Maggie quickly pressed the prescribed Seconal suppositorIes into my butt to help me hold my pose for one session after another with only short breaks. The doctor had backed off on my dosage and promised to wean me off the tranquilizer by the end of the Exhibition. Maggie had laughed with my team at the doctor's statement.

"There isn't enough Seconal in California to keep our lovely Venus still while she's riding her Master Cock Deluxe Dildo, especially since she had The Electrician increase its level of stimulation."

My team leader had no idea I had set the controller to its maximum. Still, it hardly seemed fair that the Exhibition officials were still insisting I remain motionless throughout my fifty-minute sessions. The crowds had increased substantially since they had fitted my support stand with a vibrating dildo controlled by tokens fed by the rowdy onlookers. Instead of being rewarded for attracting record crowds, I was docked community service hours if one of the Exhibition Committee caught me writhing on the thrusting dildo during one of my numerous orgasms. With my nearly constant orgasms, it was practically a guarantee I would be docked every time a Board member checked on my behavior.

Fortunately, they didn't come around to check during every session and my team leader, Maggie, would never penalize me for moving since she knew the audience loved watching me gyrate on the thrusting dildo while competing to insert the next token. So much for mimicking the serenity of Botticelli's masterpiece.

Once the tranquilizer suppository had been inserted, my support team went into a well-choreographed process of applying my makeup while I ate a breakfast consisting of a granola bar and a piece of fruit. I was eating close to 3600 calories a day but in small amounts between sessions. At lunch, and at the end of the day, I would have larger meals with the other Exhibition performers and their teams. After dinner, those of us performing community service were bused back to the jail where we collapsed into bed. I usually fell asleep during the short bus ride and had to be carried to my cell and tucked into bed.

It seems my handler, Maggie, and my aunt Cathy were worrying about what would happen after the Exhibition was over. My team leader discussed my insatiable sexual appetite with my aunt while I tried to ignore their chatter and focus on my next rapidly approaching orgasm instead. Maggie was concerned that once I was no longer being satisfied by the dildo, I would become promiscuous. In fact, she thought it would be impossible for me to go cold turkey and recommended that my aunt set up an environment where I could have sex with men Cathy knew were safe until I was back under control of my libido. My aunt replied that she was afraid I might get pregnant and volunteered to provide birth control pills since the Exhibition doctor was overworked.

Nine days before the end of the Exhibition, I got my period and had to take a few days off. That afternoon, my aunt gave Maggie a disk containing a month's supply of birth control pills she said she had purchased while on vacation in Germany. The package was all in German, and neither Maggie or I could read it. The top read Fruchtbarkeitsmedikament, and in parentheses below, was the word Clomifen. Cathy instructed Maggie to make sure I took a tablet each day so I would be protected once I was released from my community service requirement.

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Chapter 31

The Monday after the end of the Exhibition came as a shock. It was the first day we had had off since early in the summer when the Exhibition Committee decided to go to a seven-day schedule. We slept an extra five hours or at least some of us did. I tried not to wake the other girls as I masturbated to one orgasm after another. After each one, I promised I would quit, but each sweet orgasm left me wanting more.

Vicky, our friendly jailer, woke us at ten and fed us brunch in the common room of the jail. Around noon, she announced we would be taken one at a time to the courtroom where the judge would determine if we had met our community service requirement. My cellmate, Sonya, was the first person on the court schedule. We were surprised when Vicky attached shackles to the diminutive young woman and led her off in her orange jail suit. None of us had been restrained since the friendly jailer had become supervisor of the community service girls.

Vicky returned without Sonya and said I was next. I was shackled and led to the waiting room at the nearby courtroom. I was left alone to fidget. My body was sweating profusely as I nervously paced the room. I ached for my dildo. Maybe my aunt was right. Maybe I had become addicted to sex. I'd read about withdrawal symptoms in my psychology class. This sure felt like what the textbook described.

I was naked under my jumpsuit, and my shackled hands began rubbing the rough fabric across my clit without a second thought. I fell to my knees and rested my head against the wall as I rubbed out one pleasant orgasm after another. I lost track of time, but eventually, Vicky opened the door to the courtroom and gave me a strange look. While I waited for my turn, Vicky and a guard half carried Sonya out of the courtroom.

My cellmate looked like she was in shock as she stumbled to a chair in the small room. I didn't get a chance to talk to her before I was led before the judge. It seemed like it had been an eternity since I had last seen Chris Okazaki, the Santa Teresa Municipal Judge even though it had only been two months.

I joined my lawyer at the defense table. Sebastián had my folder open in front of him. Once again, he wasn't smiling. I looked around for my aunt and uncle, but they were nowhere to be seen. I recognized the accountant from the Exhibition sitting next to the DA with a large binder in front of him.

The judge turned to the DA and said, "Mr. Tailor, Who's next?"

Daniel said, "We are considering case number 76-314, the city of Santa Teresa versus Miss Jean Marie Williams. She accepted a plea deal for charges of felony aggravated assault of a police officer, resisting arrest, aggravated driving under the influence of alcohol, driving under the influence of marijuana, driving with excessive speed, failure to stop at a stop sign, possession of more than an ounce of a Schedule 1 controlled substance with the intent to sell, public indecency, fornicating in public, prostitution, and corrupting the morals of a minor."

The judge said, "What were the terms of the plea deal?"

"Jean was required to complete 400 hours of quality service at the Exhibition."

"Did she complete her hours?"

The DA turned to the Exhibition administrator who flipped through the pages of the binder. He shook his head and whispered to the DA.

The DA said, "No your honor. She is short 23 hours."

I shouted a protest. "That's a lie. I'm way over 400."

The judge pounded his gavel. "Mr. Ramirez, please control your client."

"I'm sorry your honor. My client would like to inspect the records of her community service hours."

The judge sighed. "I'll allow it if she doesn't waste the court's time."

They allowed me to inspect the record. Each day's entry had my initials next to the number of hours I'd earned. All the entries looked clean with no changes. The timekeeper had a calculator on the table. He let me enter each day's entry in the calculator. I hit the total key at the end and stared at the number 377. I knew I hadn't missed any of the entries. My total was the same as the accountant's figure. I had gotten careless the last few weeks of the Exhibition when I had given myself over to the orgasmic pleasure of the Master Cock Deluxe. I'd also missed over a week after Ellen attacked me with the cattle prod.

Judge Okazaki said, "So, the defense stipulates to the 23-hour shortage?"

I had tears in my eyes as I nodded.

My attorney said, "Yes, your honor."

The judge said, "Will the clerk read out the penalty for failure to meet the required number of community service hours."

The clerk read from the record. "If the defendant is short any hours by the end of the Exhibition, they will spend a month in the Santa Teresa County Jail for every hour they are short of the required 400. If they are short more than 20 hours, the plea deal will be considered null and void. In that case, Jean Marie Williams will spend the next 18 years in a maximum-security prison. She will be eligible for parole in 12 years. Upon release, she must register as a felony sex offender."

The judge said, "The defendant was short 23 hours. Correct?"

The DA said, "Yes, your honor."

The judge said, "Then I have no choice except to sentence the defendant to 18 years in a maximum-security prison."

I began sobbing when I realized the judge had just destroyed my life. I would be 44, and most of my life would be over if I even survived prison. When he reiterated the 18-year sentence, I let out a wail. It was so unfair. My performance at the Exhibition had helped draw record crowds.

The judge pounded his gavel while my attorney put his arm around my shoulders.

Finally, order was restored, and the prosecutor said, "Your honor, May I approach the bench?"

The judge sighed again and said, "Please make it quick."

My attorney joined the DA, and they whispered for a minute.

They returned to their seats, and the judge said, "This is highly unusual, but it seems the Exhibition still needs you, Miss Williams. If you are willing to perform for the Exhibition Gala held for the patrons and volunteers, they will credit you with the missing 23 hours of community service. I don't know how the math works, but that seems pretty good for an evening's work. What do you say, Miss Williams?"

I eagerly gave my consent, and my attorney said, "My client accepts."

I had to sign a contract accepting the terms. The Gala was scheduled for the coming Wednesday. I had hoped to return home to recuperate for a week before I left to attend the Fall semester at law school. Now, it looked like I might only have three or four days with my Mom.

They returned me to the jail. I was surprised to learn that Sonya had agreed to a similar deal. One by one, the other actresses returned to the jail with the same agreement. Our jailor informed us the Gala was held at the end of every Exhibition to reward the volunteers and the sponsors. We would pose in our booths wearing our costumes during the Gala. Basically, the event was a chance for the volunteers and Exhibition benefactors to enjoy the Exhibition without all the crowds. Of course, an elaborate banquet would be served, and an open bar would be available the whole evening. None of us was so naïve to believe that the court proceedings weren't another fraudulent conspiracy by the city fathers.

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Chapter 32

Vicky let us sleep late again on Tuesday. Of course, I spent the extra hours in bed masturbating. Mid-morning she told us to dress for a run. We ran down Main Street to the delight of both the tourists and the natives. There were a lot more people on the street than we normally encountered when we ran closer to dawn. The sun was also higher in the sky and a lot warmer. The palm trees lining the street provided little shade.

We followed our normal route up the steep hill to the Exhibition Hall. Vicky told us to keep running until we reached the University of California at Santa Teresa's practice fields at the top of the hill. The football players were on the field as we ran around the track in our spanky pants and sweat-soaked tee shirts. We were such a distraction the coaches made the players run laps with us until we headed back down the hill. We were smiling and laughing as we waved goodbye to the team for what I thought was the last time. We stopped for a welcome shower and a leisurely lunch at the Exhibition Hall.

They had arranged some picnic tables under the shade of a small grove of California Live Oak trees behind the Exhibition building. My cellmate, Sonya Ramirez, the DA's daughter, who plays 'The Naked Maji' was sitting on my right. Lanuola Tatupu, the Chief of Police's daughter, who plays a Tahitian girl in Paul Gauguin's 'Nevermore' was on my left staring at the ocean. She was a surfer, and I couldn't count the number of times she complained about missing the waves.

Amani Okazaki, the Judge's daughter, who plays 'The Dream of the Fishermen's Wife' was sitting across from me. I couldn't see Amani's exhibit from mine, but every day I had heard her cries and moans as a mechanical octopus thrust one thick pulsating tentacle into her pussy and a second into her ass. The cute Japanese girl was the only actress besides me who had a dildo assaulting her pussy and ass. All the other girls only had to endure the vibrations of an egg in their vaginas.

Hanna Schmidt, the mayor's daughter, who's wide open pussy was on display in 'The Origin of the World' was sitting on Amani's right.

Mary McDonald, the Art Professor's daughter, was sitting on Amani's left looking exhausted as always. She had a unique role in the Exhibition since she wasn't acting out any classic work of art but instead was engaged in a piece of erotic performance art. She spent her days tied to a stake on a rotating island in the middle of the hall at the complete mercy of a black porn star who couldn't keep his hands and lips off the demure young woman. Several times a day everyone in the Exhibition Hall turned to face her island as she screamed first in pain and then in pleasure as the porn star's enormous black cock penetrated her tight pussy.

My heart went out to Mary when I learned she had been a virgin saving herself for a good Christian marriage. She had just turned eighteen when the Santa Teresa city fathers had ensnared her in a conspiracy with her mother stealing charity funds from the Exhibition.

Everyone knew Mary had been selected for the role because her mother, who was a professor of art at the university, had vehemently objected to the perversion of the historic mission of the Exhibition to bring classical art to the masses while raising money for the hospital. Professor Trish McDonald had called my uncle a pornographer and a pimp before resigning from the committee. The next day she and her daughter were arrested. Mary accepted a plea bargain involving community service at the Exhibition. Her mother remained in jail awaiting trial, and that fact probably kept Mary from any serious protests. I suspect if Mary's mother had younger, she would also have been working the Exhibition possibly as her daughter's alternate.

To my uncle's credit, he had quadrupled attendance at the Exhibition by focusing on 'Erotica in Art Through the Ages.' Michael Brown's justification was that while raising a huge amount of money for the hospital, he was also relating classical art to the media of the modern world.

Of course, especially attractive volunteer actresses were required for erotic works of art. All the town's big shots had participated in the scheme to recruit the necessary actresses. I found it strange that they had recruited their own daughters as well as a dozen girls from the local University.

I was washing down the last of my scrumptious turkey and avocado sub with a cold Henry Weinhard's pale lager when Sonya talked about what she planned to do once she was released by the court.

"As soon as I get out of the jail, I'm going to jump the first man I see and fuck him raw. I've had that damn egg vibrating in my pussy for almost two damn months, and I want a real, warm and very hard cock stuffing my pussy."
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.
The pace of my discordant honking steadily increased as my arousal grew until I climaxed again with a cacophony of strident screeches. My desperate honks were greeted by another cheer from the crowd. My wings were fluttering so rapidly, I would have surely soared into the air if I hadn't been securely tied down.

My uncle's reaction was to fuck me harder, hammering his fat hard cock into my spasming pussy. I couldn't believe my uncle was fucking me better than the dildo. He moved one hand to seize the gold band around my clit and begin jerking on my nub like it was a tiny cock. His other hand grabbed my breast. His fingers twisted and pulled on my nipple, causing my vagina to squeeze his cock with each painful wrenching tug.

I thought I was going to pass out from the intense fucking and my inability to breathe deeply through the demented swan mask covering my face. It wasn't long before I came again and then again until my body didn't stop shaking from one orgasm before the next one overwhelmed me.

My uncle switched hands and began mauling my other breast. His fingers found my dripping slit and followed it up to my clit. I honked with unbridled lust as his fingers began jerking my sensitive clit harder than before. His cock was jackhammering into my spasming vagina. I was amazed at his endurance and hoped he would fuck me forever.

Oh God, I was so far gone, I barely realized my uncle's rhythm has been broken as another orgasm shook my overheated body. My vagina clenched around my uncle's big black cock as he held it against the entrance of my fertile womb while his body trembled. My uncle let out a roar fit for a god as he shot his seed deep into my core.

My uncle grunted. "Oh, fuck. What a sweet pussy. That's it, slut, milk my cock. Oh, God, yes."

He kept cumming for an eternity, and it felt like he filled me with a gallon of hot potent cum. He kept his big black cock rammed deep into my core even after he finally stopped cumming. Oh God, I was so happy my aunt had provided me with birth control pills.

My body shuddered as I bleated out a series of honks that eventually died out. My uncle's cock was slow to soften, and he kept it buried in me as if it were a plug trapping his seed in my womb. I squeezed my vagina to try and hold his cock inside me, but eventually, it slipped out. My sigh of disappointment came out as a soft bleat. I shivered as a large quantity of cum oozed out of my distended pussy and ran down my trembling thighs.

I felt a soft hand cradle my chin. I opened my eyes to see my aunt's smiling face inches from mine.

"I can see you enjoyed my husband's bug black cock as much as I do. You really are a horny slut. Maggie was right to be concerned about your promiscuity, but I'm doing my best to look out for you. Hopefully, we can taper you off gradually from the dildo. I've made sure that everyone on your dance card tonight is clean and respectable. Next up are the chief of police and the judge who came in second and third in the auction. I've also invited several of the football players from the university to the Gala to take care of you after the judge does you. They're all young, healthy black bucks eager to go two or three rounds with you."

I honked as I felt someone's big hands caress my slit and poked me with their cock.

My aunt laughed. "Well, I've talked too much. Tatupu is getting impatient. I hope you enjoy his fat brown cock as much as I do. It's easily the fattest cock in the county and second only to Michael's in length."

I let out a ragged squawk as the corpulent Samoan crammed his cock into my vagina with one quick thrust. Oh God, it felt even fatter than I remembered from the incident on the airplane. I felt his big brown sweaty belly sliding across my back. The frame holding me up groaned as Tatupu's cock slammed into my vagina over and over. The platform shook with each powerful thrust from the big Samoan as the structure slowly rotated amid a cheering crowd. As the dais spun around, I recognized some of the football players I had teased during our morning jogs crowding around and yelling encouragement as they waited for their turns.

I also saw Sonya strapped to her exhibition bed being hammered by her father, the president of the city council. As my platform rotated further, I saw the mayor coupling with Lanuola, the sweet daughter of Manu Tatupu who was currently pounding his fat cock into my eager pussy. Amani Okazaki was receiving the attention of a human cock for what had to be a welcome change from the rubber tentacles of the mechanical octopus. It took me a couple of platform rotations to realize the skinny ass between her thighs belonged to her stern father, Judge Okazaki.

Hanna Schmidt, the mayor's daughter, was being serviced by her brother, Patrick, who had given me pleasure on the beach shortly before my arrest.

It seemed every actress in the Exhibition had been auctioned off and was being attended to by the lucky winners of the silent auction.

I honked again and again as the big Samoan thrust repeatedly into my overly stretched pussy with powerful lunges. My breasts jolted back and forth, slapping painfully against the frame. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I was grateful, I had ridden the monstrous dildo earlier; otherwise, Tatupu's fat cock would have ripped me apart.

The big Samoan was lost in his fevered passion and was only interested in using my tender body to satisfy his lust. I missed my uncle's fingers on my clit. Fortunately, the padding on my support had gotten soaked from my fluids and my uncle's semen. The soggy wool bunched up under my clit and with each thrust, it rubbed across my sensitive nub. I felt my arousal growing as Tatupu slammed his cock into me at an even quicker pace. My sharp honking brought excited cheers from the crowd. It was a race between the sex-crazed Samoan and me.

I won by a pubic hair. As soon as I came, my clenching vagina pushed the Samoan over the finish line. I felt every shot of his warm cum spray into my womb. I couldn't believe the quantity of semen he shot deep into my shuddering core. As my wild honking slowed, I felt a river of warm semen slither down my trembling thighs.

When the Samoan's cock slipped out of my abused pussy, I felt empty. I shivered as the fan blew on my distended vagina. I heard calls of encouragement from the crowd as my third assailant mounted the platform. I had forgotten who was next and couldn't see who's hands were on my hips. All I could tell were that they were small and delicate. I felt a couple of quick probes of my pussy before a small cock slipped inside my distended pussy. I recognized Judge Chris Okazaki sneering voice.

"Fucking whore, squeeze my cock. What the hell. Did that damn Samoan break your pussy? Try harder. I want to feel something slut."

I tried to squeeze the judge's much smaller cock, but he had the misfortune of following the Samoan. To be honest, the tiny Asian wouldn't have had any better luck following my uncle or the dildo I had ridden as Venus. I felt him remove his cock. I wasn't prepared for what he did next. He grabbed my tail feathers and ripped the lubricated butt plug from my ass. I honked sharply. I squawked louder when he shoved his cock into my nether hole.

At least, the bastard was satisfied, because I was utterly humiliated. It was bad enough being fucked in front of a mob, but it had to be obvious to everyone that the little Asian was fucking my ass hard. I grimaced from the pain. Unfortunately, he seemed to last forever thanks to fucking his daughter just before me. I was surprised when the pain turned to pleasure and eventually, to a strange orgasm that made my ass clench on his small cock. The pressure pushed the judge over the edge.

He bellowed something I didn't understand and shot his seed into my ass. I suppose I should be happy he finally finished, but I was afraid someone might copy him. The thought of taking the big Samoan's cock in my ass terrified me.

My aunt climbed onto the platform after the judge finished and said, "I can see you're not even close to being done yet. I've carefully selected several football players from the university to fuck you next. In case you're wondering, they are all big black men who have given me considerable pleasure in the past. Considering how much your mom dislikes black men, I'm glad she's not here to see her darling daughter servicing her black uncle and a half dozen big black football players."

I honked in anticipation as someone's cock probed for the entrance to my cum filled vagina. In response, my aunt grabbed the elastic band holding my beak and pulled the contraption from my mouth.

"We've gotten too many complaints about your annoying honking. If you're a good girl, I'll leave it off. I don't want to hear any screams or cry's for help. Understand?"

I nodded my head. My aunt got off the platform, and a naked and well-hung black man took her place in front of me. I recognized him as the running back from the university. He slapped my face with his half-erect cock before pressing the tip against my lips. One of his large hands wrapped itself around my chin and pulled my head up. His strong fingers pressed into the sides of my jaw, forcing my mouth open. I quickly took a breath as he shoved his cock deep into my mouth. I gagged as the fat head of his sizable cock pressed against the back of my mouth.

Normally, I enjoy sucking cock, but for one of this size, I would have wrapped both hands around the base to prevent it from being crammed down my throat before I was ready. Now, with my arms fastened to the harness, all I could do was flap my wings. Fortunately, with my head pulled up, my throat was aligned, and he easily drove his cock all the way down my throat despite how long and thick it was. His dense pubic hair tickled my nose. I tried to remain calm and fought against gagging while he fucked me with a long series of short strokes deep in my throat. I couldn't breathe with his cock buried so deep, but thankfully he was a gentleman, and he regularly pulled all but the tip from my mouth.

"Come on, slut, lick my big black dick."

While I was working on his cock with my tongue, I felt a pair of large hands grasp my hips. Someone slid their cock head along my moist slit before probing for my well-fucked vagina. I grunted as the guy fucking my mouth drove his cock down my throat at the same time. I was pierced by a large cock slamming balls deep into my pussy.

I heard the slap of hands above my head as one of the football players yelled, "High five."

I recognized the voice of the football player fucking my pussy as the enormous black guard who had flirted with me on our morning runs.

"Damn, I knew this was going to be one sweet pussy. I don't know how many nights I jacked off thinking about this cock tease. Sweet Jesus, I'm going to fuck this bitch until she screams my name."

The first player thrust his cock in and out of my throat and laughed. "Jerrold, you moron, this cum slut doesn't know you from Adam."

The big guy fucking my pussy laughed.

"Well fool, she knows my name now that you told her."

He was fucking my pussy so hard, my clit was being driven furiously across the bunched up wool padding. His crotch was slapping against my sweaty ass. My nostrils flared at the smell of sweaty cock and semen mixed with my pussy fluids. He was quickly pushing me to another orgasm. Even the cock rasping my throat added to my arousal.

My body jerked and shuddered against my bindings as I came hard. My wings fluttered. I gagged on hot semen shooting down my throat. My pussy clenched tight against the thrusting cock, and I heard the man behind me yell.

"Oh, fuck. Take it, bitch. Take my seed. Take my black baby. I'll teach you to tease me. Fucking whore."

They left me with cum drooling out of my mouth and my gaping vagina. I was still shuddering and gasping for air when the next two football players took their places.

It was an amazing, long night of fantastic fucking. As soon as all the football players had a turn, they all returned for seconds using a different opening. A couple of them shoved their big black cocks into my ass. I was beyond caring about being fucked in public before an enthusiastic audience. The young men drove me to one orgasm after another. I began drifting in and out of consciousness, but somehow I was aware when it was over. I felt a sense of loss when they quit, leaving me wanting more. The Gala was over, and my handlers unstrapped me from my swan costume. I fell asleep while they bathed my tired aching body.