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?"