Jean The Birth Of Venus Ch 11

Part 11: The Electrified Gold Clit Band

This story takes place in 1976 before there were cell phones and personal computers.

Chapter 20

Ellen, the guard from hell, was on duty that night. She was forced to wait a couple of hours in the Exhibition Hall while the small crew fitted all the women actors with stimulators, but the normally angry guard didn't seem fazed. In fact, she appeared amused at our obvious discomfort, and she laughed as the line of shackled women shuffled bow legged to the bus. The rough jumpsuit rubbed on my exposed clit when I walked, and I moaned with each step from the contact with my sensitive nub. I heard groans from the other women as we took the bus back to jail. I wondered if The Engineer had also fitted them with a gold band around their clit that kept the hood permanently retracted. It seemed as if every nerve in my body ran through my over-stimulated clit. My mind was completely focused on the tiny bundle of nerves.

Ellen said, "How is my flock of stuck up bitches doing tonight? I must admire Dorthey's imagination for coming up with a vibrating egg. If you think you're fucked out now, just wait until tomorrow night after a whole day of public orgasms. As far as I'm concerned, every one of you deserves being on display completely aroused and stripped of your fancy clothes. Girls like you have treated me like dirt all my life. It's payback time, sluts."

It didn't take me long during the short bus ride to the jail to realize my fellow convicts had also suffered tonight. I heard girls crying and others moaning about the large vibrating egg, but no one mentioned the clit band. If their clits were as tender as mine, they would surely have complained.

I heard Sonya say, "Michael decided my pubic hair was too dense, and it hid my pussy lips. He had them thin it with a laser. He kept telling them to remove more. There is hardly any left, and it will never return. Then that filthy lesbian shoved a monstrous egg up my pussy. It wasn't as bad as I thought because I orgasmed four times before The Engineer found the setting he was looking for. It was the best sex I've had in a month."

I leaned over the seat and whispered in Sonya's ear, "What do you think about the clit band?"

Sonya yawned, "What are you talking about?"

We had just arrived at the jail, "I'll show you once we get in our cell."

I opened my jumpsuit once we were locked up. I displayed my clit band once Ellen left us.

Sonya said, "What the fuck is this?"

Of course, she had to reach out and touch my banded clit. I shrieked as she stroked my throbbing clit. I jumped away to protect myself from her greedy hands.

"Why am I the only one banded?"

"Because you are the star attraction, Jean."

Fitting all the actresses with an egg stimulator had taken the entire day and left all of us exhausted from repeated orgasms. We were all asleep on our feet. Unfortunately, Ellen had other ideas tonight, and she walked through our cell block every half hour checking on us. She made a racket dragging her Billy club across the bars of our cells.

"OK, everyone out of bed and stand at attention. Dorthey warned me some of you girls might be depressed, so I put you on suicide watch again. Nobody dies while I'm on duty."

I only slept during brief snatches, and by morning, I was more exhausted than when I went to bed. Judging by the complaints from the other girls, it seemed we were all on the ragged edge. My clit was still tender, but when I got to the Exhibition Hall, Maggie and my team inserted the egg despite my feeble protests. I was led to my exhibition booth and connected to the controller. I stood with my crotch resting on the padded metal rod. My hands were adjusted to display my body. My nipple was visible between the fingers of one hand while the thumb of my other hand hid the band around my clit. Maggie followed the old procedure and shoved a couple of my fingers into my vagina until they pressed against the egg. My little finger with the attached strand of golden hair flowing from my head to my sex was now below my pussy, hiding the wire but leaving the audience an unobstructed view of my fingers masturbating my vagina.

Of course, the egg caused my fingers to vibrate on my ensnared clit even more than the fan blowing on my hair ever had. Maggie hit the test button, and the egg began to vibrate as pulse after pulse of electricity jolted back and forth from my clit to my G-spot. Between the egg, the electrified clit band and my shaking thumb, the stimulation to my clit was more intense than I had received during the engineer's cautious procedure yesterday. I looked at Maggie and considered saying something, but no one cared what I thought.

Maggie kissed me on the cheek and said, "We're all ready. I know the audience is going to love it. Remember it'll only be on forty minutes at a time. You'll be on break before you know it."

Maggie stepped aside and opened the curtain. There were a couple of people waiting, and as my naked body came into view, more people ran over. After staring for a couple of minutes, one of the men inserted a two-dollar token into the external controller, and a light on top of the box came on. I felt a jolt in my vagina as the stimulator began its work. When the light went out after a couple of minutes, he fed in another token. The men laughed and pointed excitedly when a trickle of moisture ran down my quivering thigh. More men joined the crowd and fed more tokens into the controller. The light never went out the rest of my shift. My body began writhing as I was overwhelmed by the growing stimulation. My fingers were tugging on my hard nipple, and my thighs were glistening from a stream of nectar flowing from my flowering pussy. I moaned as I orgasmed in front of a cheering crowd.

I checked the clock in the corner of my booth and realized I had another fifteen minutes to go. Maggie and my crew were taking a break after spending a couple of hours preparing me for my exhibition. I was alone and at the mercy of the growing audience. It seemed every one of them was feeding tokens into the controller. I orgasmed again before my shift ended.

In the middle of my next to last shift of the day, the Exhibition board members strolled past inspecting the results of their latest innovation. Michael laughed when he observed the frenzied crowd feeding tokens into my controller. The original idea had been to keep the actresses continuously on edge with their flowering pussies on display. Because of the extra stimulation, I was being pushed over the edge and orgasming in front of an enthusiastic crowd several times a session. Michael quickly realized I was the most popular exhibit in the festival because the spectators could push me to one orgasm after another. Maggie protested that I would never last for an entire day if I were orgasming every ten or twenty minutes.

Maggie proved to be right. I was still under the lustful eyes of the Board when I had my second orgasm of the shift and my twelfth of the day. My legs gave out, and I fell off my support rod in a quivering mass of jerking arms and legs. Fortunately, the plug detached, and the vibrations stopped. Maggie closed the curtains, and my team carried me off to my dressing room.

Michael summoned The Engineer and explained the Board's compromise. The stimulator would be set at a low level at the beginning of a shift. The controller would slowly increase the stimulation until it reached a level that ensured that I would orgasm near the end of each shift. The audience would still be happy that their feeding tokens to the controller were the reason for the girl's mounting arousal. Maggie would have to be satisfied with limiting us to about one orgasm an hour. Michael asked The Engineer how long it would take to make the modification to the controllers for all the actresses. He responded that he could drive to Radio Shack and pick up the necessary components tomorrow. Modifying the circuits would take a couple of days. My controller was to be given priority.

Michael suggested The Engineer find some way to secure me, so I wouldn't fall again.

"It would be a catastrophe if our star actress suffered a severe injury."

"Give me a few days. I need to work it out with Dorthey."

I was a screaming wreck and completely exhausted. My clit was sore, and I didn't stop whimpering until Maggie rubbed it with a lidocaine and prilocaine cream. Thankfully a different policewoman was on guard that night, and everyone got some fitful sleep.

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Chapter 21

The next morning during my second shift, I saw Joe, the police officer who had arrested me, standing in the crowd with his arm around his sister, Ellen. They were laughing as they fed tokens into the controller and watched me squirm. It took me a moment to realize his face was completely free of the 'permanent' gashes I had been accused of inflicting with my fingernails. I wanted to scream when Joe picked up his heavyset sister in a fireman's carry and rushed a shrieking Ellen out of the hall. So much for his career-ending back injury. I hoped he dropped his sister down the exhibition hall steps before he got her home for a round of incestuous fucking. I wondered if the Exhibition had a similar effect on all the visitors.

Two days later, The Engineer installed a circuit to gradually increase the stimulation during a shift. The modification almost guaranteed an orgasm toward the end of every forty-minute shift. After a shift was over, one of my team members was supposed to reset it so it would start out on the lowest setting for my next shift. The welcome result was that now I only came once an hour. Unfortunately, while orgasming I couldn't keep myself from shaking, and sometimes Dorthey would catch me writhing in passion, which was against the strict Exhibition rules. I think the bitch was looking for any excuse to disqualify my hard-earned community service hours. Fortunately, she was often busy with other artists, but she was still disallowing one or two hours every day. How was I supposed to stand perfectly still while I was being driven to an orgasm supported only by a rod under my crotch?

A week went by, and my hours continued to mount at a rate that was too slow. I was almost guaranteed to be short of the four hundred required. I had a sense of impending dread. As addled as my brain was from the tranquilizers and constant orgasms, I knew I was in danger of spending time in the maximum-security prison. God knows what would happen to me there when I was at the mercy of the male guards. I resolved to try harder.

The next Sunday morning, Dorthey came into my dressing room while I was getting prepared and announced, "The Exhibition is sold out for the year. The fire department won't let us admit more people into the hall, so the board has decided to extend the hours the Exhibition is open. From now on we will remain open from eight-thirty in the morning until nine at night. Rest breaks will be reduced from twenty minutes to ten with twenty minutes for lunch. We will also remain open on Mondays. You should be thrilled since you might actually make your required 400 hours of community service."

I was in shock as I listened to the news. Monday was the only day I could catch up on my sleep. Besides, I would have to get up an hour and a half earlier each day to make the new opening time. Still, the thought of being free at the end of the summer made the grueling schedule worth it.

After a week of the new schedule, tempers were flaring among the Exhibition personnel. Between the extended hours and regular orgasms, all the actresses and their support teams were exhausted. Ellen, the policewoman from hell, was also incensed since she had to work extra hours without overtime pay. We were used to her manic depression cycle, but one night, she really snapped. She strolled back and forth in our cell block, dragging her Billy club across the cell bars. She shouted curses at the privileged bitches under her control. I smelled alcohol on her foul breath, and I wasn't surprised when she pulled a pint of whiskey from her pants pocket. She finished the bottle and resumed banging her club on the cell of anyone she caught sleeping. Sonya was waiting at the front of our cell the next time Ellen passed and somehow grabbed the club.

Ellen screamed, "You fucking cunt. You'd better give me my club, or you'll be sorry."

Sonya yelled, "If you don't stop waking everyone, I'm going to cram this stick so far up your tight ass, you'll be licking shit off the tip."

Ellen grabbed her mace and sprayed my cellmate. Sonya fell to the floor. Her screams were interrupted by violent coughing. All hell broke out in the adjoining cells as a burning cloud of Mace filled the room. I didn't get sprayed directly, but even so, my eyes were burning, my nose was running, and I thought I would cough my lungs out. Ellen was yelling at me, but at first, I couldn't understand what she wanted.

"Damn it, Jean! Strip off your jumpsuit so I can see if you have any weapons."

I removed my orange prison jumpsuit and stood by my cot stark naked.

Ellen yelled, "Good. Now, turn around and stick your hands through the slot. You know the fucking drill."

I put my hands behind my back and pushed them through the slot in the door. I shrieked as Ellen snapped her cuffs around my wrists far tighter than normal, but nothing was normal about tonight.

"Now sit down on your cot and stay out of my way."

I was shaking in fear as I sat down. I heard Ellen cursing at Sonya as she entered the cell. She slammed the door behind her. I tried opening my eyes, but everything was a blur. I blinked and managed to make out Ellen's form as she paused by the door. Sonya was still curled up on the floor, choking on the Mace. I could hear buzzing and snapping from Ellen's cattle prod drowning out Sonya's cries and whimpers. The burly policewoman took a step forward and pressed the sharp electrodes of the prod against my friend's ass. The sharp electrodes were designed to penetrate the hide of stubborn cattle and easily penetrated the rough fabric of her prison jumpsuit. Sonya screamed and jerked away. Ellen followed her jabbing her tiny body with the prod until she backed Sonya into a corner. Now the poor girl could not escape the agonizing jolts. Ellen held the prod against Sonya as the girl's body jerked uncontrollably. Her jaw was squeezed shut, preventing her from screaming. The women in the next cell made up for her silence by reining a stream of curses on the crazed policewoman begging her to stop. I thought Ellen was done when she turned the prod off.

Ellen stood up to catch her breath. She began screaming at us like a madwoman, "Fucking rich pampered whores. I'll show you what it's like to be a real prisoner."

The sadist reached down and unzipped Sonya's jumpsuit down to her crotch. She turned on the prod again and stabbed it unto the poor girl's breast. Sonya arched her back, and her body shook violently. I couldn't take it anymore, and I threw myself across Sonya's shaking body to protect her.

I screamed at Ellen. "Please stop! You'll kill her."

Ellen screamed at me. "Get away from her. I'm not done with the bitch."

"Please, I'm begging you."

Ellen hissed, "If that's the way you want it. You can have her punishment. I hope you like the picana electrica on high."

I heard a click before the crazed policewoman shoved the tip of the prod between my thighs. She pressed it against my perineum, and then my world went red. Every muscle in my body spasmed at once. Hanna in the next cell later told me, Ellen kept it pressed against me until the battery ran out. Long before then, I lost consciousness.

The next afternoon I woke in the hospital and started screaming. A nurse came in and used the IV tube in my arm to administer a pain killer. I woke up again the next morning. I looked around the room in a panic and cried out. I stifled my scream out of fear Ellen would be on duty. Thankfully a nurse entered and gave me more pain killer. I asked what happened, but I fell asleep before she could reply. That afternoon I woke up to find Maggie by my bedside.

My voice was weak, but I managed to croak out a question, "Is Sonya all right?"

Maggie said, "She's in better shape than you are. With a little makeup, she'll be working again at the Exhibition tomorrow."

"Please don't let Ellen near her."

Maggie said, "You don't have to worry about Ellen. Michael and the police chief were furious. Manu fired her on the spot. She had been drinking on the job, and she assaulted two valuable Exhibition actresses."

"When can I get back to work? I can't afford to lose any more hours."

"I'm not sure, but it will be some time before you can work again. The cattle prod cut you bad enough to require six stitches in your perineum. Ellen had the prod set to high, and it also burned you. Since that is what you are sitting on for the exhibit, we must wait until you are completely healed. The only good news is that your period will probably start next week, and you would have been out anyway."

"Are you sure?"

"Sure, about what?"

"My period."

"Oh, definitely. We have been tracking your temperature and cervical mucus since you started working at the Exhibition. The stickiness of your mucus lets us know when you ovulate so we always have a fairly good idea when your next period will start. Remember we asked several health questions the first day and you told us your periods were regular."

I was more concerned about meeting my community service hours than having regular periods so they could plan their damn schedules.

"Maggie, I'll never make my community service hours if Dorthey keeps penalizing me for moving. I'd like to see her stand still while she's having an orgasm. Isn't there anything you can do? The thought of spending time in the state prison is terrifying."

"Since the attack wasn't your fault, I asked about giving you credit for your time in the hospital. Michael asked the judge, and he refused. I'm sorry."

Ten days later, they removed the stitches, but it was fourteen days before I was discharged from the hospital. They gave Maggie my prescription for more Tylenol 4. Now, I was doped up on pain killers and tranquilizers. I was still tender and hoped I could make it through an entire day. I couldn't afford to miss more than a few hours for the rest of the summer. I knew I was due for another period a couple of weeks before the end of the Exhibition, which would wipe out several days' worth of community service. If the Board hadn't extended the hours the Exhibition was open, I wouldn't have had a chance of fulfilling my sentence. I didn't know if I should be grateful or angry.

Chapter 22

My first day back in the Exhibition Hall, Maggie gave me an extra Tylenol 4 before rubbing me with the numbing cream, paying special attention to my perineum which was still tender, while being careful to avoid numbing my clit. For some reason, she didn't insert the egg even though she lubricated my vagina liberally with more of the cream. I protested when she worked a glob of the greasy cream into my anus. Ellen hadn't touched my ass with her fucking cattle prod.

I was half carried to my exhibit with the support of a couple of my team members holding each of my biceps. I immediately saw why I didn't have the egg in my vagina. Mounted on top of my support rod was an evil-looking, monstrous black ribbed dildo with two prongs. The main one had a bulbous head, and the shaft was fatter than the egg had been. It was a good seven or eight inches long. A gold ring circled the middle of the shaft. The smaller shaft was just as fat but only four or five inches long. Both penis shaped shafts were greasy with lubricant. I struggled against the arms, holding me tight.