Are We Not Canvas? - Sofia

Authors Note:

The model's name is Sofia, thanks to the final results of one vote on my Patreon Poll.

And also, many many thanks to @LovetheFallenAngelsx for being a beta reader and helping me polish my story.

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Zsa Zsa Azzanti was a consummate artist. For Zsa Zsa, art was the ultimate expression of her soul. Sofia Cartier was a consummate model. For Sofia, modeling was the ultimate expression of her soul. It was only natural that the consummate artist should want the consummate model, and vice versa. Of course, Zsa Zsa thought of the ultimate model for her planned exhibit, Valkyrie Deflowered.

As luck would have it, they both knew each other from childhood. And although it wasn't necessarily natural that they should work together, it was inevitable.

"Sofia darling, how good to see you!" Zsa Zsa exclaimed as she pulled Sofia's taller wiry frame into her voluptuous embrace.

"Zsa Zsa, chérie, c'est tellement bon d'être avec vous après toutes ces années," replied Sofia as she returned the hug.

"Your English is flawless darling Sofia. Use it dear. None of my employees know French as do I. Anyway, your agent is absolute beast of a man darling," Zsa Zsa said as she seated Sofia before her office desk.

"Oui, oui, une bête, mais il a été fantastique pour ma carrière." After a stern look from Zsa Zsa, "Fine. That beast is fabulous for my career."

"Indeed darling, it was horrid trying to work you into my schedule. But you are here now my lovely. My patron is such a darling. He has deep pockets, we can afford to indulge your career. Please tell me you will be my model darling?"

"Ah chérie, I would work for you for free, but my agent would, how you say, have a heart concerns, oui?"

Zsa Zsa chuckled. "Well, darling, money is no object. That is why my darling patron agrees to this fee your agent quoted for your time. See Sofia darling?" Unveiling documents, Zsa Zsa beamed a big smile at Sofia.

"Ma bonté. Monsieur Vernier agreed to everything?"

"Ah, Sofia my darling, not quite everything. As you recall darling, you requested a scandalous display of depravity among other things."

"C'est dommage," replied Sofia, looking crestfallen.

"Darling, darling, Monsieur Vernier agreed to everything else, we just neglected to mention that you had requested the scandal. It shall be as you wish."

"C'est possible?"

"Yes darling, it is possible," Zsa Zsa agreed. "But before you ask darling, you must wait to find out what the scandal shall be. Otherwise, how much scandal would it possibly be darling? We want a candid performance darling, do we not?"

Sofia thought for a moment before finally and softly responding, "Oui."

Zsa Zsa chided, "Why the long face darling?"

Sofia's only response was a slight shrug.

"Darling, darling, I shall not have the star of my exhibit moping about... come, let me tell you all about it darling." Zsa Zsa took Sofia's hand and pulled her up and out of her office.

"I should have known, ma chérie. You always have your fun with me. Why must I fall for it every time?"

"Because we don't see each other often enough my darling. Never enough darling. Why must we live across an ocean from each other darling? It is life. C'est la vie, eh?"

In the main gallery at Bare Body Bravery Galleries, the paintings, sculptures, and extra large prints all depicted a nude or portion of nude anatomy. They were studies in light, contrast, or texture, but most did not divulge the model's faces.

Leading Sofia through the main gallery where most of her work was on display for sale, Zsa Zsa arrived at a nondescript door. Pushing through with her friend in tow, she exclaimed, "This darling is your exhibition hall," and flipped on the lighting.

In the center of the exhibition hall was a platform with the words 'VALKYRIE DEFLOWERED' emblazoned on a panel at the base. Atop the platform, surrounded by temporary scaffolding, a St. Andrews Cross was mounted on a gimbal.

Sofia's hazel eyes widened in awe as she took in the sight. The cross was affixed with a metal harness to which a pair of outstretched wings resplendent with white feathers were attached.

"I am to be inserted in this mechanism?"

"Yes, yes darling."

"Am I to be restrained while I am being deflowered? Not that I can be deflowered as you well know ma chérie."

"Indeed, darling, but art is symbolism. Valkyries were eternal virgins, and you will be my Valkyrie descending from the heavens to choose a warrior with your maidenhood."

"Ah chérie... my agent will be scandalized by my penetration. I am to be penetrated, oui?"

"On camera my darling, on air live darling. The whole world will be able to see your lovely womanhood parted, darling."

"By whom?"

"That, my lovely darling, will be decided by lottery, the symbolism of the Valkyrie's heavenly choice. All of the guests will have a single chance on the lottery wheel darling. It could be anyone, anyone at all my dear."

Sofia gasped, "Genius my dear friend. You promised me a scandal. I will be in your debt." A moment later she asked, "Mais un moment, mon visage sera visible?"

"Why of course darling! We shall capture your orgasms in all their glory, my sweet."

Not for the first time, Sofia had a moment of self doubt. She had stopped her birth control in time to become fertile for this event. Now she had no way of knowing if she got pregnant, who the father might be beforehand. Zsa Zsa startled her out of her reverie.

"Are you not happy darling? You seem so far away just now. What can I do for you darling?"

"Oh... no, just lost in thought ma chérie. How soon will exhibition be?"

"Three nights from now, my darling, while we make last minute adjustments to harness. My driver will take you to my tailor for measurement. Then he will take you to spa. Two luxurious spa days, darling. I'll join you, of course darling. My star will be pampered, my sweet! And I must insist that you wear no undergarments until the exhibition darling. You understand that dear?"

"Oui, oui, ma chérie. I feel my body humming with d'excitation," Sofia replied after resolving that getting pregnant was definitely what she wanted. The identity of the father would be secondary to that desire anyway. The father would be who the father would be. She believed she would be famous for having gotten pregnant for a charity event.

The measuring session at the tailor, while done in the nude, was not unlike the thousand others Sofia had endured throughout her career. Professional, all in all, and replete with refreshments available as always. It actually gave her the feeling that she was being pampered long before the driver was to deliver her to whatever spa resort Zsa Zsa had lined up for them.

Champagne at the tailor, then Champagne in the limousine, De Venoge Louis d'Or Brut, 1995, by the time Sofia arrived at the spa she was feeling quite mellow and fuzzy. It could also be said that her inhibitions at that point were nearly nonexistent. When the spa staff handed her the robe to use for the weekend, she immediately disrobed in the lobby before the porter took her baggage to her room.

Sofia basked in the whispers that surrounded her on the half robed trek to her suite. Whispers of, "That's THE Sofia, one of the top French models...," or, "She's a European superstar...," or, "I can't wait to tell my friends that I saw Sofia...," or, "Why can't you be brave enough to do that dear?" followed by the sharp sound of a delicate female hand striking a male face.

Should the porter linger for a tip, all he'd receive was a full kiss on the lips while a feminine hand slid into his trousers and brought him to full arousal while stroking his member. Sofia never worried about such things.

If the porter was too embarrassed to continue, he would leave of his own accord. If he were bold and wanted more, she knew how to finish the job with the fellow creaming his pants. Or her pants if the porter happened to be a girl.

The porter in this case happened to be a girl, rather slender with black hair in a pixie cut, not tall, but not too short either. Just about the right height that Sofia could reach her mound without stooping too far.

Sofia thought the sudden intake of breath was the cutest sound she had heard in a while. It didn't take long to have the poor girl whimpering. Sofia stroked her clit moving from side to side so that the quickly hardening nub bounced back between her fingers. Each stroke elicited a jolt from the girl as she jumped.

The porter had trouble articulating anything intelligible, so Sofia continued. She also rubbed deeply into the girl's folds, as they became slicker and slicker. Each whimper, each shudder brought another smile to Sofia's cherry red lips.

When the girl softly cried out her orgasm it was music to Sofia's ears and the porter's legs shook and barely held her up. Her juices tasted wonderful as well when Sofia licked her fingers while the porter staggered out of the room.

The resort staff anxiously awaited Zsa Zsa Azzanti's arrival to take charge of her friend. They had faith that the artist would not want Sofia to be arrested for public lewdness as she would be if she continued to walk through the lobby or any of the rest of the hotel areas nude as she had when she arrived.

Of course, Zsa Zsa herself fully expected that she would be arrested shortly after the performance art she planned had been broadcast. She usually was. It was a continual battle between an artist of her caliber and the district attorney's office as to whether it was actually art.

So far, Zsa Zsa had previously put on 2 successful exhibits, and Monday's exhibit with Sofia should be the third. Now that it was coming to fruition, Sofia appeared to be in a continual state of arousal. While it was not totally unexpected, she knew her friend well after all, Zsa Zsa wanted Sofia to start the exhibition from a state of non-arousal.

It was important to be able to capture all the stages of her building excitement until the ultimate orgasmic finale. So it was her task to totally sate Sofia's sexual desires until the show could begin. A necessary but thoroughly enjoyable chore to be sure.

As she entered their shared suite, Zsa Zsa greeted Sofia, "Welcome my darling to my favorite spa resort. As you've probably heard by now, I keep them on retainer."

"Non, I don't recall, ma chérie. I got rather tipsy from that fabulous Champagne on the way here."

"So I hear my darling. You thoroughly seduced that porter. They gave her the rest of the evening off to recover, my sweet. I wish you had waited for me darling. I could have used some of your special attention. I've been anxious to spend time with you darling. I remember our summer, what was it, seven years ago darling?"

"Ah oui chérie. Plusieurs jours de béatitude orgasmique."

"Let us spend this weekend together as we did that week darling. Full of orgasmic bliss. Come, lay down and let me taste your lovely sex my darling."

"Mon Dieu, I've missed you ma chérie."

It took all weekend, but Zsa Zsa managed to take the edge off of Sofia's sexual appetite so she would be ready for the exhibit. No sense in Sofia having orgasms before the show actually began. Zsa Zsa wanted them all on camera. In the limousine on the way to the studio, she explained the sequence of events leading up to the opening of the exhibit.

She made sure Sofia understood that the first step was to ensure the fit of the harness before she even got dressed for the show. The rigger, a girl named Tina, would make any last minute adjustments during the fitting.

After Tina checked that the torso harness was a good fit for Sofia and there was no pinching, with plenty of breathing space, she assisted Sofia in trying on the lower body harness. This part of the harness would provide support for Sofia's legs. The initial positioning would be with her right knee lifted, and the left leg straight.

Her whole weight would be resting on her right thigh and buttock, but when both knees were raised to hip level, both thighs and buttocks would benefit from support. This would be the final position, the culmination of the exhibit when she would consummate with her chosen 'warrior' as a Valkyrie; both knees raised to hip level and her sex exposed for penetration.

Sofia could not help it. The very thought of being suspended in this artistic sex swing with a stiff cock plunging into her, and ultimately, hopefully inseminating her, stirred the heat in her loins. When Zsa Zsa attended the fitting, she noticed. Of course she noticed. And she whispered in Sofia's ear, "Darling, it looks like you need a little bit of help calming down. Would you like me to take the edge off my dear?"

Sofia practically melted into Zsa Zsa's arms and raised her trembling lips so her friend could kiss them. "Oui..." she sighed languidly.

"I think Tina is finished now darling. Let me take you to your bath. I shall bathe you myself darling, and we shall try to calm you down for the show my sweet." And Zsa Zsa led her away from the set back into the studio.

After the artist and model left the set, Charlene the mechanic looked at Tina. "Wow, that is one horny twat, ain't she?"

"Heh, heh, she just about creamed herself while I was making adjustments to the harness," responded Tina. "She's a hot little number alright. I wouldn't mind a piece of her myself, eh? But I don't think Ms. Azzanti is going to share her friend with us."

"Too bad we can't afford the tickets... 50g's for a chance to fuck her. Over half my yearly salary."

"There's a rumor going around that..." and Tina looked around to make sure only Charlene was listening, "one of the shows attendees will not be required to buy entry. I get that it's supposed to be a charity lottery or something, but that would give a whole new meaning to 'charity ball' if that person wins the grand prize."

"Well hell! I would have accepted that charity!"

"Dummy, you can't work and take part in the lottery at the same time. I mean you are working this exhibit the same as I am, right? You'll be seeing the whole show anyway. We just won't be able to participate in sexing her up."

"Well yeah... I guess I am. Damn. Maybe I can cop a feel when I hoist her and the harness up."

"Why not," chuckled Tina, "I already did during the fitting."

Within Zsa Zsa's office was a full bathroom, replete with shower stall, garden tub, linen closet, toilet and bidet. The tub was currently occupied by Sofia. Zsa Zsa used a soft sponge to scrub Sofia's chest while her other hand was beneath the water and between Sofia's legs.

Her arm made little wavelets in the bath water as she ministered to Sofia's sex. Sofia's head lolled back against the tub's rim at the head. An occasional gasp escaped her lips as Zsa Zsa's fingers stroked and penetrated. Her belly broached the tub water as her climax crested, her legs stiffened and back arched.

"Oui! Oui! Mon Dieu!" Sofia's chest heaved as she caught her breath. "Merci... Merci... Merci à vous," she breathed.

"What has you so out of sorts darling? You've done many live fashion shows, and as many jobs in front of camera darling. Some love making in films even. I've seen them myself darling. Are you nervous?"

"Non. I am anxious, ready to begin. You gave me orgasm, yet I am ready for sex again. The thrill of it all is quite maddening ma chérie," Sofia explained to Zsa Zsa as she was toweled dry and wrapped in a thick terry cloth robe.

"Save your energy my darling. The show will last almost three hours. Not many can endure three hours of orgasm dear."

"Mon Dieu, three hours I must sit in a sex swing and be manipulated and used, be sexed, be fucked until I am quite brainless. You indulge me so. I must love you for the rest of my life ma chérie."

"Just the same darling. You must tell me if it becomes too much to endure, yes? I would find it unbearable if you do not enjoy yourself darling. We will make a good show tonight, yes?"

"Oui! The two of us shall make history tonight ma chérie. I look forward to spending the rest of the week with you. May we return to your spa after the show?"

"Anything for you my darling. Anything. Now I must be about my business. So much to do. I'll send somebody when we are ready for you on the set. Until then, give me a kiss darling."

After collecting her kiss from Sofia, Zsa Zsa left the room to make sure the set up for the exhibit was going as planned. Sofia, lounging on the sofa in the office, started fantasizing how the exhibit would go, trying to imagine who might get selected for the finale. She hoped it would be a fertile man, as it would be difficult to get pregnant from a woman.

She'd felt the pressure building up within her core. She was sure she was ovulating. If everything worked out, she would be one ejaculation away from impregnation. Some people would say she heard her biological clock ticking, hence the drive to get pregnant. Others might not look upon it that way. To be fair, the urge to get pregnant and grasp at a measure of immortality was a biological imperative.

Sofia hoped to have a child to pass on her legacy, to be remembered after she grew old and passed on, perhaps fondly, but remembered nonetheless. She hoped to have a girl child, but a boy would be no less cherished. She daydreamed about being pregnant and expecting. It excited her, and she grew damp between her legs in anticipation.

Marla startled her with a slight nudging of her shoulder while Sofia daydreamed. "Goodness," she exclaimed when her eyes sprang open.

"Miss Sofia... I'm Marla. I am a Physician Assistant and trained EMT... Emergency Medical Technician. I'm here to get a baseline physical exam to ensure your health throughout this evening's performance. I'll be monitoring the show with authority to stop the exhibit if your health appears to be suffering."

"Ah, oui," Sofia responded and offered a hand to shake. "What would you have me do, Miss Marla, or is it Doctor Marla?"

"Marla is fine. First I will take your temp, then blood pressure, get your weight and do a routine physical examination."

Marla held a device in front of Sofia's forehead for a few seconds. She verbalized what she found on the touch-free thermometer, "98.9... slightly elevated." Marla then attached a wrist cuff to Sofia and pressed the button. At the end, the blood pressure reading was 105 over 65. She directed Sofia to stand upon a digital bathroom scale, and made note of the reading.

"Please open your robe and lie back for me," Marla directed Sofia. After listening with a stethoscope to Sofia's heart beat for a while and directing her to take deep breaths, she examined Sofia's pelvis and abdomen and breasts. Despite her cool hands, Sofia did not find her touch unpleasant aside from a slight tenderness in her abdomen. At the end, Marla sat back on her stool and sighed.

"You're ovulating aren't you Sofia? I can tell Zsa Zsa to halt the exhibit."

"Non. Please don't," begged Sofia.

"You do realize that if there is penetration and ejaculation you risk pregnancy?" queried Marla.

"Oui, oui. I understand. I accept the risk."

"I still think that I should inform Zsa Zsa," Marla intoned.

Sofia grinned, and replied, "I would be surprised if she wasn't already aware. Zsa Zsa knows everything there is to know about me. But you must do what you are required to do Marla. My dear friend would want you to do your job. Of that I am certain."

"Okay then dear. Get comfortable, I will go inform Zsa Zsa the exam is complete. Somebody will be along shortly to get you all set up for the show. The doors won't open for another couple of hours, but you'll be on set by that time. What's proper then, eh? Break a leg?"

"Oui! And thank you Marla. You've been a pleasure."

Another woman entered carrying a garment on a hanger as well as sandals and simple accessories; a plain gold bracelet, thigh band, arm band and choker. When she turned around she asked Sofia, "Would you like some assistance getting into your wardrobe?"

Sofia preferred working with assistance, so she nodded and said, "Oui, oui. Aidez-moi s'il vous plaît. Oh, pardon, yes please."

"I'm Hayley. Zsa Zsa says you two have known each other a while," Hayley said as she retrieved a suede bikini bottom from a hanger and held it out to Sofia.

"Oui. We attended boarding school together, primary through lower secondary near Zurich," volunteered Sofia as she examined the silk lined suede bikini bottom. The side fastenings were snaps, but the fit was adjustable with a buckle and strap. One side was already unsnapped. Sofia let the terry robe fall from her shoulders and stepped into the bikini bottom.

It was a bit loose when fastened and Hayley worked the strap and buckle on one side taking it in a little and then did the same for the other side until it was a close fit. As Hayley worked, the gusset of the bikini nestled with a natural smooth ridge between the folds of her sex. It provided a pleasurable pressure from just below her clit all the way to her perineum just inside her lips. For perhaps a millisecond, the ridge seemed to vibrate, but then it was still.

Hayley then held up the hanger with the white silk tunic dress. It had a v-neck, with half sleeves. The top portion was close fitting but not tight. The portion below the waist was flared, with a kerchief hemline and the entirety was panels sewn together. A suede bikini top molded the torso.

Hayley very carefully pulled the white silk tunic from the hanger and held it open for Sofia to fit her head through the neckline. "We have to be very careful with the tunic. It's designed to be tearaway in sections," Hayley explained, "the bottom from the hem to the waistline will be two sections, left and right. Each arm will be another section. The midriff will be a section, as well as the left and right upper torso. Any question so far?"

Sofia asked, "The harness with the wings. That will fit over this tunic?"

"Yes, that is correct."

"But the harness pour mon derrière et mes jambes, my behind and legs will be under?"

"Ah. Yes. The spine of the lower harness will fit through this hole at the back of the tunic and attach to the torso harness spine. The leather straps for your legs match the sandals. I think they will have a drawing for your feet as well. Whoever wins will be allowed to remove your sandals and worship your feet."

"Oh my. They shall be making love to all parts of my body? Oh my..."

"Sienna and I are kind of jealous. Either one of us would trade places with you in a heartbeat."

"Really? That is sweet of you," Sofia started, "but I wouldn't miss this for all the money in the world."

With the tunic settled on Sofia's shoulders, Hayley started adjusting the suede bikini top. It fastened together with snaps below her breasts and behind her neck halter style. The straps could be loosened or tightened by buckle. As Hayley snugged it up, Sofia felt rings nestled between the bikini top and the tunic material. They fit perfectly around the tips of her nipples which lightly brushed the tunic material when she breathed.

Her eyes widened when she felt a microscopic vibration around her areola. "I have a suspicion the wardrobe will have as much to do with excitement as attentions from lottery winners."

"In the other two exhibitions, the models were fitted with remote control vibrating eggs situated in their vaginas at the g-spot," Hayley informed her, "One even had a vibrating butt plug inserted. Both of those shows were wild, let me tell you, even though neither of those models had any interaction with the audience like you will. It's the public fuck that Sienna wants. I'd do the show just to wear that outfit. You look so sexy in it. It will be even better when the torso harness frames your breasts so they are straining at the bikini begging to be released."

Hayley turned back toward the array of gold bands and picked one. "This one goes on your right thigh. If you lean against me for support I'll slide it up and adjust it for you. It will be snug enough to stay up, but it flexes so that if you tense up it won't cut off your circulation."

The next golden armlet was for Sofia's left bicep, then one for her left ankle, followed by one for her right wrist. Hayley then fitted the sandals to Sofia's feet and wrapped the straps up her calves to just below her knees. As Hayley finished, her hands roamed over Sofia's thighs while she straightened the tunic and thigh band from beneath. She blushed when she saw that Sofia was watching her, lips parted sultrily.

"If you will be around afterward dear, I think I shall have to kiss you," Sofia breathed huskily.

"Um, I will be... and um, I think it's about time to get you over to the set."

"She's correct darling," Zsa Zsa interjected. "Be a dear Hayley, and fetch the necklace from the safe. Then we will take Sofia to the stage darlings."

The last touch, the gold textured disc drama bib necklace was studded with diamonds. While Hayley fastened it at the back, Zsa Zsa positioned it on Sofia saying, "Perfection darling. You are so beautiful my dear friend. Let's go have some fun."

Zsa Zsa again took Sofia's hand and pulled her from the office to the special exhibition hall. Sofia's nether region was brushed and caressed with every step along the way by the silky lining of the bikini bottom so that her breathing was heavy upon arrival. She assumed that it was intentional to get her so sexually aroused, but she wasn't able to discern as much from Zsa Zsa's countenance.

"Charlene and Tina will have to take over for now darling. I have to go start the party. I'll send the winners through to worship your delicious body when the lottery starts. Enjoy darling. And if you haven't had enough by the end of the show, we'll have a staff party to finish you off afterward."

With that, she kissed Sofia with a passionate thrusting and probing tongue and departed.

As Sofia recovered from the fiery kiss another woman stepped up to her, "Hi, I'm Mel, the Audio-Visual Tech. Can I put this ear piece in for you? It will allow us to communicate with you," she showed the gadget to Sofia before gently inserting it into Sofia's ear. "Testing, testing, now say something Sofia."

"Oui. What? What should I say?"

Mel gave her a thumbs up sign, "Loud and clear dear. All of the monitors are up there, they will be visible to you at all times so that you can see everything as it happens, including the lottery. If you need to stop, let us know. Marla will be monitoring the show as well and if she detects any medical distress, she will stop it right away. Okay?"

"How often is this medical distress happen?" Sofia queried.

Mel stated, "Well honey, we haven't had any. But Marla is pretty good. One fellow she was having sex with had a heart attack and she resuscitated him and got him to the hospital. I think she left him because he couldn't keep up with her. Anyway, enough gossip, she's all yours Charlene."

Charlene led Sofia to the torso harness suspended near the St. Andrews cross. The torso harness was a combination of metal and leather. Charlene explained to Sofia that the metal exoskeleton was jointed and motorized in order to move her limbs to the necessary positions for the show. It had all been specifically fitted for her body.

The leather straps would keep her snug in the harness without restricting movement or breathing. The bikini top and her breasts within it were framed by the leather straps that stretched the material taut and snugged the rings around her nipples securely so that they were tantalized by the fabric as she moved and breathed. She moaned in pleasure as the nipple rings vibrated briefly after she was secured in the harness.

It almost seemed as if Charlene was deliberately teasing her as she was tightening the straps and smoothing the material that trapped her breasts. Sofia began to wonder if all the crew were looking forward to having their way with her after the show.

The thought of so many people wanting to tease and seduce her actually took her breath away. She didn't know if she could satisfy them all. Perhaps they would all just drive her wild with ecstatic orgasmic pleasure until she was boneless. She could scarcely imagine how thoroughly debauched she would be feeling at the end though she tried to imagine it. She definitely got the feeling that they all desired her.

When Charlene strapped her into the lower body harness, she could not help herself. She had an orgasm as Charlene adjusted the straps around her thighs and attached the lower harness to the torso harness.

It was unmistakable that Charlene was enjoying having Sofia's rear end in her hands while she was doing so. Sofia squirmed. And Charlene kept stroking her, eventually working a finger or two between the bikini bottom and Sofia's ever increasingly excited sex.

She gasped as Charlene plied her vaginal lips with her fingers and traced her clitoral area. Sofia panted and gasped, "Mon Dieu!"

Tina chided Charlene, "Don't wear her out before the exhibit horn dog. Is Sofia all strapped in?"

"Yep, she's ready to go," Charlene giggled as Sofia's legs started quivering, "The only thing holding her up right now is the harness, heh heh."

"The show is about to start sweetie," Tina told Sofia, "I'm going to my station now. Most of the guests have arrived, and you can watch the visitor's gallery from the main monitor up there."

Slowly Sofia collected her wits about her as she was left alone. A secondary monitor continually cycled through the input from dozens of cameras focused on either parts of her body or a wide angle view of the stage she occupied. Audio from Zsa Zsa's presentation to the visitors soon started playing in the earbuds.

Zsa Zsa explained that each visitor had a designated number corresponding to a number on the lottery wheel, and after the wheel was spun the winner of that spin would learn what portion of Sofia's body they were selected to worship. The rest of the visitors would of course watch the proceedings in the main gallery. Their sounds played constantly in Sofia's ears through the earbuds.

Sofia in the harness and pedestals built into the stage would be adjusted to accommodate the winner. If the winner was selected to worship a portion of her body that was clothed, the winner was allowed to remove the clothing in whatever manner they chose explained Zsa Zsa.

The first winner chosen was given Sofia's hands and arms to worship. He seemed a bit timid at first, but Sofia was adjusted so that she appeared to be suspended upon the cross with her hands extended and the pedestals raised so that he could stand where she could manipulate his manhood with her cupped hands. Sofia added words of encouragement, "Mmm, such a lovely penis. So firm. Does this feel good? I love the way it twitches in my hands. You can move your hips more my stud."

Eventually, emboldened by his building excitement, he requested that Sofia be re-positioned so that her face could be beneath him as she stroked him. She smiled up at him, catching his eye while blowing kisses at his erection.

As he grew closer to climax, Sofia switched grips on his cock stroking one hand and squeezing his balls gently with the other. She opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as if she was ready to catch it in her mouth and he ejaculated across her face and a bit on her neck. Sofia licked up what she could reach with her tongue and thanked him.

The next winner, a woman, was given Sofia's feet to worship. She elected to remove the sandals Sofia was wearing and proceeded to worship her feet by sucking on Sofia's toes. It tickled Sofia, having the woman's tongue wrapping up her toes one by one, but eventually it excited her and she squirmed under the attention.

Being bolder than the man before, she undressed fully and took her time. Wrapping her breasts around Sofia's calves and rubbing her sex all across the instep of Sofia's feet and up to the ankle bracelet. The slickness of her sex as it slid across Sofia's skin sent little jolts of lightning stitching up her legs to her sex.

Sofia felt it whenever the woman's clit caught and dragged at the anklet. The woman would shudder each time. Zsa Zsa said, "That looks like such fun darling. I do believe I shall try that with you this week darling. You look like you're having almost as much fun as she is."

The winner's juices dribbled all over Sofia and by the time she worked Sofia's toes into her slick channel, the woman had Sofia panting and huffing quite as much as she was until both of them screamed in orgasm. The audience cheered and hooted in pleasure and lust. The winner clung to Sofia's calf for a minute or two afterward through her aftershocks.

The next winner, assigned her right thigh to worship, entered the exhibition hall fully erect. His cock was straining at his pants barely contained and sprang forth immediately when he unzipped.

As quickly as he could he mounted the pedestal and ripped that half of her tunic bottom off. Quickly, he inserted his erection between her thigh and the straps of the harness. After a dozen strokes he painted her thigh with his ejaculate.

Sofia's disappointment dripped along with his sperm as it trickled from the top of her thigh around and off the underside. As the wheel spun for the next winner, the rings that encircled her nipples kicked on and Sofia moaned as she squirmed.

The sensation in, on, and around her nipples vibrated into her core from her breasts. In her more lucid moments, she wondered why the vibrator in her bikini bottom had not also activated. The next winner was assigned her other thigh, but did not appear as anxious as the previous winner.

This winner walked slowly into position beneath Sofia, and looked lustily up into Sofia's eyes. The winner gazed at Sofia, gauging her reaction as she tenderly disrobed her. She softly stroked Sofia's thigh and calf, lightly scraping with her fingernails until the awaited squirming reaction. The woman smiled when Sofia did finally squirm, and she said to her, "I know I'm not allowed within your bottoms, but I so want to fuck you."

With her fingers she traced the bikini bottom's edge, front to back, and kneaded Sofia's buttocks while nipping and nibbling playfully on her inner thigh. "Please tell me you want me to fuck you darling."

Sofia spasmed and shook in orgasm. Heavily she breathed, "Oui! Oui! I want you. I want to be used by you!"

The woman purred and turned to leave as Sofia tried to catch her breath again afterward. "Phone me darling, you can get my number from Zsa Zsa."

The next winner was also a woman. A very stern looking woman, the kind of woman that reminded Sofia of the teachers at the boarding school she attended with Zsa Zsa. The winner looked about that age as well. Over the earpiece, Zsa Zsa said, "Doesn't she remind you of Fraulein Hunziker darling? The one who used to punish us so severely in English language class. What was it she used to do to us darling?"

"Oh merde! She used to mark us and make us walk around with labels all day. It was so embarrassing, you remember ma chérie?"

The only thing this winner did was tear off the midriff panel of the silk tunic. She then searched her purse and retrieved a fat black marker and removed the cap. Sofia's eyes grew wide as she stepped closer to write on Sofia's belly.

"Non. Non. Fraulein Hunziker?"

She wrote in all capital letters, and the cameras zoomed in on Sofia's belly as she did so. The marker moving slowly, methodically across Sofia's quivering belly. The woman, Fraulein Hunziker, Sofia was sure of it, dominated her and made her hold still while she did all this and it made her blush.

She felt the redness from the top of her head creeping down her chest where the vibrating nipple rings had her nipples so hard she felt the blush on them as well and on to her belly where each stroke from the black marker added to the humiliation. Each mark tickled but also reignited the residual heat in her crotch left by the previous winner as she squirmed anew underneath this winner's firm hand.

The words the woman wrote appeared on camera one by one. Sofia heard catcall's from some in the audience as they watched. FUCK THIS WHORE OF A SLUT! Not only that, but arrows were then drawn toward her crotch above the bikini bottom.

It wasn't the first time she had endured being called a slut or a whore, but it was the first time she had been held down while somebody wrote those particular words on her body. It was humiliating and arousing at the same time with a whole crowd watching and cheering the display. And she couldn't touch herself, she could only squirm in frustration.

"Mon Dieu! I want to come. Please help me come."

"Beg all you want you wanton slut. You'll not get any satisfaction from me child."

The rebuke in Fraulein Hunziker's voice was like a stinging slap, and Sofia found that her body responded with wetness and an ache in her hardened nipples. Zsa Zsa had promised her a scandal. Was this it? What about the penetration her friend had also promised?

Zsa Zsa could be heard then saying, "Mel, I think it is time to turn on the last device." Sofia jolted when the vibrator in the bikini turned on and vibrated so strongly she felt it throughout her sex. Her entire backside was also vibrating.

"Si! Oh! Mon Dieu!" cried Sofia as her body shook and she soaked the bikini bottom. When her orgasm was at its peak, Sofia heard Zsa Zsa tell Mel to turn off the devices again.

"While you catch your breath darling, the show will take an intermission. You've been at it for two hours now darling, so I think you need a short break before the rest of the show."

The next couple of winners had one half of her torso each and both winners, males, worshipped her breasts and nipples as much as almost every other one of her lovers had. While they ministered to her the ridge nestled in between her labia started vibrating again. Not as strongly as before, but it still added to her sexual arousal.

The first man was most proficient with his mouth. Lightly scraping her hard nipple with his teeth. Grasping the nub just so it was almost a bite while flicking it with his tongue. Each rasp of his tongue sent jolts of lightning from that breast to her slit slopping around on the vibrator.

The second man preferred to manipulate her breasts by hand. He rolled her nipples with small twisting motions of his fingers and thumb, flicked them with his fingers and rubbed her hard nipples with his cock.

He smeared her breast with his precum while he stroked himself. When he was close to climaxing, he beat her nipples with the head of his cock until they were hard and poked at them until gushing his seed into the indentation he made with his erection.

They both give her a couple more orgasms, but they were not outstandingly mind splintering. Her body was vibrating along with the orgasms though. A sheen of sweat covered her heaving breasts framed by the leather of the torso harness.

Her sex ached with arousal now. She was ready to be taken, she was ready to be used for breeding. And the final round of the lottery was about to commence. The ultimate scandal, the ultimate penetration and insemination she longed for. Sofia was ready for it. Sofia desired it. Sofia needed this.

The final spin began, and seemed to take longer to spin than all the other spins. Or maybe it was just the anticipation of the moment that made that moment in time seem to span so much longer while those last few numbers ticked by.

The wheel stopped. The last number was fifty-one. The maximum number of the lottery wheel. The last guest. The final winner. Zsa Zsa called out the number, and the cameras scanned the crowd, until one guest raised their hand and became the focus.

The guest had wild unkempt hair that looked to be half plastered with grime and dirt. The face beneath was smudged with dirt or grease or soot. The cameras panned to his countenance as Sofia watched. The scraggly beard hid most of the face. Something crusted at the corners of his mouth.

"Mon Dieu!" Sofia exclaimed upon seeing what looked like a homeless person caught in the frame of the video monitor. The vibrator in the bikini kicked into maximum vibration. "Oh merde!" squealed Sofia as she squirmed and bucked, caught in the throes of a powerful orgasm. Here was her scandal.

Headlines flashed through her mind. "WTF FTW!" was one headline with a subtitle of "Super Model Fucks Homeless Man For Charity". Another read, "France's Top Model Bred!"

Before she knew it, he was there before her. Sofia whimpered. The vibration on her sex threatened to force another orgasm. The best she could hope for was that he would rip the bikini from her crotch before she came again. But that would mean her sex, her hungry cunt, would be ready for fucking anyway.

As the pressure built, she whispered, "Zsa Zsa ma chérie, what have I asked for?"

The homeless man standing before her did not seem to be as timid as she might have expected. He didn't seem awed by her beauty, or reverent toward her offering, but there was lust. A raw animal lust. A lust that could only be sated by dominating a submissive restrained feminine sex. It humbled her, it intimidated her, but in her need, she awaited him. What else could she do? She was marked with instructions - FUCK THIS WHORE OF A SLUT!

He reached forward and his fingers grasped the waistband of the bikini. With a sharp tug, the snaps at the sides parted and the bikini came free. Her sex dripped and gaped invitingly, suspended at waist height. But that wasn't enough for the lust. His mouth descended and fell on her sex. Raw insatiable hunger grasped her vagina as she felt his teeth on her clit, his tongue rooting around in her.

"Mon Dieu!" she screamed. Her sexual excitement, her orgasm leaked out and over his face, the questing tongue seeking more and more of her. She whimpered as he drove her to the edge. She gasped as his fingers kneaded her cheeks and inched closer and closer to her anus.

"Please," she whispered, closely followed by, "Oh no," as they entered her backside. Her back arched as she came yet again. She gasped for breath and opened her eyes again when his mouth no longer possessed her vagina. She could hardly bear to watch, looking down her marked belly while he took his member from his grimy pants. She closed her eyes.

She moaned as the head of his cock entered her eager slick slit. Her thoughts focused on the words that were apparently appropriately scrawled on her belly as a vagrant slowly pushed his erection into her. Her slick folds wrapped lovingly around the vessel that would deliver her the seed she craved. She prayed for conception as her orgasm built from the thrusting prick in her.

"Oh... Oh... Oh! Oh, baise!," she whimpered. Her body wracked with orgasm, she grunted and stiffened. Her internal walls grasped and kneaded his member urging him to release within her. Sofia's mind splintered, lost in the grasp of her orgasm, she thought she could see the audience members involved in an orgy in the main gallery.

But he kept going. The homeless man, the vagrant had unheard of stamina. He pumped and pumped her vagina through another orgasm. Sofia was well on her way to another before he rewarded her with spilling his life-giving seed. Sofia sighed as he filled her.

"Merci. Merci beaucoup," sighed Sofia.

Sofia heard Zsa Zsa's voice in her earbuds, "Well darling, did you get yourself pregnant like you wanted?" Of course, Zsa Zsa knew.

"I'm tired Zsa Zsa. Can I go to bed now?"

"Silly girl, you should thank the staff for all the work putting on the show darling."

"Mon Dieu!"