Sex Slave Lottery Ch. 02-04

Sex Slave Lottery Chapters 2-4

As discussed with regard to Chapter 1, this is a re-post of chapters 2, 3 and 4 of a story that was originally posted by me on Literotica in 2015. Sex Slave Lottery was recently removed from Literotica. I have now edited the 2015 story to make it possible for it to be re-published.

If you have already read Sex Slave Lottery as it was published on Literotica from 2015 until 2020, there is not much new to read here.

The ten chapters of Sex Slave Lottery is the first of the Bolry Sex Slave series and comes before The Concluding Nonconsensual Postscript, a prequel to Sex Slave Lottery, which was also removed. 150th Sex Slave (Original and Alternative endings) were not removed. Whole New Slave Game, also not removed, follows the 150th Sex Slave Alternative Ending in chronology and is the end of the Bolry series unless I change my mind.

Chapter 2

The application

It was a couple days before I saw Mr. Anderson again. He came right out and asked me if I'd seen the Lottery.

"Yes," I said.

"Well, what did you think, Dawn?"

"It's got to be a fraud, women would not do that."

"How are you so sure."

"Really, take a chance of being a fancy sex slave or worse for the rest of your life."

"You don't know what they were offered, Dawn. For a small risk, you could make a lot of money."

"I don't see how it could be that much," I said, "they have to pay 100 women to risk the rest of their lives."

"You don't know the chief of Bolry, Pyotr Tolski, with oil, natural gas, and control of several pipelines, he could put up millions on a whim. Are you going to apply?"

"No, I said, "Do you think I'm crazy?"

"Yes, I do, but even if you weren't crazy, you could still fill out the application just to see what they would pay you."

"You're sick," is how I finished the discussion, but I sent an email to the address for the application materials.

The application materials came back promptly. Naturally, the Lottery wanted a number of pictures, including at least one recent picture of me in a bikini or less. They asked about my personal situation and asked whether I had any dependents or relatives who would be hurt badly if I went off and never returned. There were also a lot of detailed questions about my sex life, what turned me on, and whether I had or had ever had any communicable diseases.

They also had a bunch of FAQs about travel arrangements (flight through London), money payments (only 20% up front as it would be inconvenient to grab me from my home if I took money and did not make the plane), what to wear and that I could not be on the show when I was having my period.

The FAQs also answered a question I should have thought about but didn't -- How do I know I will not just be taken and sold into slavery in Bolry whether I lose the lottery or not? To answer this question, they said that if they made me an offer, they would give me a list of names and numbers for reaching recent contestants in places outside Bolry to talk about their experiences. Also, I could confirm arrangements with my home "sponsor." Further, every three months, every sex slave would be allowed to call home to whomever she pleased to confirm that she was being treated as a sex slave and no worse. This, however, did not apply to Chattel Slaves who had no rights.

The FAQs also said that as a sex slave I would be a very valuable piece of property and would be well cared for but that I would have absolutely no right to say no to any safe act of a sexual nature, I would have to be prepared to engage in every form of sex without hesitation 24 hours a day, and would have to accept the normal consequences of sex. You mean like having to dry myself between the thighs? I thought.

The FAQs also said that if I wanted a chance of more money and was willing to risk literally everything, I could enter the lottery as a potential Chattel Slave. If I lost having entered the lottery in that fashion, I would have no rights at all. I might well be subjected to many sadistic acts that were very extreme; in fact, it was likely.

My first thought was, "What's this talk about a sponsor?" I had a good idea, but anyway, I sent in the information figuring that it couldn't hurt. I had a lot of recent bikini pictures taken at the health club. Just for fun, I sent in the nude pictures from 9 years ago and said I still look like that under the swimsuit. I checked the box saying that I was willing to risk becoming a sex slave but not a chattel slave subject to the sick whims of some very rich pervert.

The Decision

Sure'nuff, the response to the application came the following day. They would give me $10,000 to take the 1/100th chance of becoming a sex slave and there would be no deduction for taxes or social security. That was about one-third of my take home pay for a year, but this was nuts. I could picture myself like that Spanish woman being taken off to be an expensive prostitute for as long as I was good for that.

Madder than a wet hen, I went and found my "sponsor."

"You asshole; you were setting me up for this. Does it amuse you to think I would degrade myself this way for money?"

Anderson replied, "Yes, it does amuse me and I don't think you'd just be doing it for the money. What did they offer you?"

"$10,000"

"For the safer choice"

"Of course, I did not even want to think about the other," I replied. I asked Anderson, though, "$10,000 does not make sense. If they are paying each woman $10,000, each slave is costing them a million bucks."

"But they are probably offering you a lot more than some very poor Chinese or Nigerian woman who might be happy to be a well-fed sex slave instead of a starving peasant. Also, you are a knockout and even paying a million dollars is not so much when you think of all they are making on the show subscriptions and on slave 'rentals' later."

"I guess you are right, you guys are always thinking about angles even though you let your pricks do most of your thinking."

"So, when are you leaving?"

"I did not say I was leaving. Even if it wasn't crazy to go, I have work to do for your company, and plan to go on a trip to the coast with Crystal and Stacy."

But Anderson said, "You can have time off to go to Bolry, in fact, just for fun, you can have paid time off and even have $2000 to see London on the way back. It's too early in the year to go to the coast now, you can go to Bolry and London and then go to the coast in a month or two."

"Thanks, asshole, I will think about it," I said. Then I walked off.

I thought about it a lot. It's pretty much all I thought about. I could use the $10,000 and the whole idea of taking such a risk excited me. But then I thought of the downside. I couldn't decide whether this was better or worse than being a prostitute, surely worse if I lost.

Anyway, I looked at the list of numbers with pictures of contestants and called Connie and asked her what happened after she was excused.

"Well, she said, it's wise of you to check with someone, but there is really nothing to worry about in terms of being ripped off or kidnapped. They are all perfectly civil and generous while you are there and hand you real U.S. cash as soon as you leave the studio. I've now done it twice, and, despite the near miss, I'm thinking of doing it again. After all, one- one hundredth risk is one- one hundredth risk whether you are risking it the first time or the hundredth time."

"Are you sure the loser becomes a slave," I asked.

"Yes', she replied. "I've even met a few of the slaves. They seem happy enough for full time sex workers, actually a lot happier than I've heard most sex workers are."

I knew I had to go.

Chapter 3 - Sex Slave Lottery

Bolry

I let Mr. Anderson know that I was indeed going to participate and I guessed he could see me in about two weeks on the show. I did not tell anyone else, which was pretty dumb. There was no problem getting Stacy and Crystal to agree to put off our coast trip for a month when I told them that I had an opportunity to go to London on a business trip for Mr. Anderson. I did not tell them about all of the trip or the main part of the business.

The flight to London was just a long flight. The hotel airport in London was nice. On the flight to Bolry, there were at least a dozen women on board who I was sure were flying there for the same reason I was. That was confirmed when a fancy bus met us at the airplane with champagne and a ride to the luxury hotel that was next to the headquarters of the Bolrian Lottery Corporation.

At the hotel, we given a medical examination and were allowed to sleep after the long flight. The next morning, the 20 or so of us who had not participated in the lottery before, went to "class." Dimitry was there to say "hello," but the main instructor was a strikingly attractive woman about 40 years-old named Svetlana.

Svetlana explained, through multiple interpreters, "As you may have figured out, we here in Bolry are having lots of fun with this lottery, but we are also trying to make some money. Bolry needs a diverse economy."

She laughed and went on, "During the show, you all need to look good and smile to the extent possible as though you would be a great sex slave. Also, I assume all of you saw at least one lottery and that women getting beyond the first round are expected to display themselves and be displayed. It builds up both the show and the after-business. If you want to act as scared as you are if you make the later rounds, go ahead. It lends authenticity and you should be scared because, if you lose, you will become a sex slave for life or as long as we can find any sexual use for you.

"Don't fake an orgasm, never fake an orgasm, but many women have had an orgasm in the later rounds and you should not try suppress or hide it if the mood strikes.

"If you lose, there will be a half hour break during which you will be prepared to appear in a special performance available to special subscribers. The performance is designed for the new slave to be shown at her best."

After our beginners' class, all 100 women were sent to the beauty parlor. For a beauty parlor crowd, we were a very quiet group. With only one hundredth of a chance of losing, we were not exactly frightened, but even the ones who'd done this crazy thing 30 times before knew this was a questionable career move. At about noon Bolry time, we all walked into the studio and took seats at random.

My first lottery went smoothly. Connie was participating again despite her near miss but she got out in the first round. I was one of the 24 in the second round and I had to smile while in a bikini thinking about how I would feel if this went much further. But it didn't, and I collected my $10,000, went shopping in London for three days, and got on the airplane for Dallas.

I was still tense from the experience on the flight from London. I thought that it would have almost been better if I had gone further into the lottery. I felt somehow that I had not been scared or punished enough and that I had a need for even maybe some humiliation for having done something so stupid and dirty.

The HCHs get in deeper

I was surprised when I got a call from Crystal on my cell as I got off the plane in the airport and was told that she was picking me up. I was very surprised when I saw that Mr. Anderson and Stacy were along and again got madder than a wet hen when I was told that all three, along with a couple of Mr. Anderson's friends, had watched the show 4 days prior. When I heard that Crystal and Stacy had both applied to participate in the lottery and had been accepted and that all three of us should go to Bolry instead of the coast, I said they were crazy but that I would think about it.

The next day, I did re-apply and again was offered $10,000 to take a one hundredth risk of becoming a sex slave. It developed that if we timed the trip right we could participate in the lottery twice and still get back in the two and a half weeks that we had planned to take off work. Between the two appearances, we could see Moscow and the Taj Mahal, the side trips paid for by our helpful Mr. Anderson.

My second trip to Bolry was very different from the first. With my friends with me, it was more of a party and we mutually reinforced our decision to do this stupid thing and do it twice.

Still, Stacy and I were very nervous about it. Crystal had nerves of steel. When Stacy or I said things about how one of us might not be coming back, Crystal said that there was a small chance of that, less than 1/15th, and life involves risks.

As though to confirm Crystal's faith, the first lottery we did together none of us got passed the first round. So now I'd gotten $20,000 for appearing for a few minutes in a bikini and appearing in a short low-cut mini dress. We enjoyed our trips and went back to Bolry, which itself was beautiful in places, feeling like the second lottery of the trip was just a little errand to do at the end a very happy vacation.

But this third lottery got scary for me. Crystal got out in the first round but Stacy joined me for the bikini round. She also joined me for the topless round and I was scared out of my wits as Stacy and I presented our breasts to the camera probably for Mr. Anderson and a number of dirty old rich men. Stacy was excused after that but I was part of the 6. There was the long break and they let us use the toilet with Dimitry joking that they did not want any contestant pissing on camera.

Stark naked, with my breasts jutting out, standing with my legs spread almost uncomfortably, and my hands behind my back, I silently cursed Mr. Anderson as I put out a nervous smile. Surprisingly, Svetlana was with me, as she was a frequent participant as well as an instructor. During her interview, she said that although this was the first time she'd been one of the final six, she always knew that might come. She said a lot of women from Bolry participate in the lottery. She said that the lottery a taping of the Lottery was on the national television network late night Sunday for government, business and other civic leaders and that there was not much way for women to get ahead in Bolry.

When Dimitry interviewed me, I did not hide the fact I was both incredibly turned on and scared like I had never been before. As he interviewed another woman, I thought that I should have brought more birth control pills but instantly realized that, if I lost, I'd only stay on the pill if the lottery managers wanted me on it. "One-sixth of a chance," I thought and held my breath as the machine worked again and time seemed to stop.

I, Svetlana and two others got to leave, and I got another $10,000. Crystal, Stacy and I sat together in the viewing room and watched a woman in her early 20s from Indonesia become a sex slave in the final round. The three of us flew home, staying one night in London.

Chapter 4

Two of us try sanity.

I had had a real brush with disaster and had about $20,000 in the bank I'd not had before. I might have had more than $30,000 but I had spent a lot on fancy clothes, spruced up the apartment and gotten some work done on my car. I thought about getting a new car and buying a ranch someday, but I sure was not thinking of going into the Lottery again. Stacy was of a like mind.

Mr. Anderson said that he and his friends had sure enjoyed the second lottery and I could have a recording any time I wanted. I said "no thanks," and added he might could stick the video up he ass and a lot of other things.

I asked why a bunch of gay guys wanted to look at nude women scared for their lives. He answered that he had no idea where I got the idea he was gay and he'd be pleased to fuck me any time I wanted. Again, I said "no thanks" and he explained that a lot of guys enjoy watching women humiliate themselves for money. I said why it was any more humiliating for women to be in that position than for men to prove they were degenerate enough to pay to watch such a show. Anderson laughed and said I had a point.

Crystal had had nothing but an easy time and thought of how she could participate in more lotteries without having to take off more time from work than she could without getting fired. After she missed a few lotteries, the ever-helpful Mr. Anderson offered her a job with very flexible vacation hours that paid more than the job she had. She promptly took the job Anderson offered and arranged to be in Bolry the next lottery after her job change.

The three health club friends now divided, Stacy and I went to Mr. Anderson's mansion and sat with 4 guys I did not know to watch Crystal in the lottery. In addition to Crystal a few other women we knew were participants, including Connie from Florida and the Russian woman, Marta, I'd seen in the first show I'd watched. This time, though, there were only 84 women on stage for the first round. Also, it seemed like there were more Mid-Eastern looking women than usual, maybe 20 of the 84.

I commented that it looked like Crystal was taking a slightly bigger chance than usual. Almost like he was answering my comment, after giving his usual speech, Dimitry explained:

"You may notice that we have only 84 lovely ladies in the first round tonight. This is not by accident or because we could not find 100 to participate. What happened is that certain gentlemen have very generously offered to compensate the Lottery for paying extra money to four special participants who have agreed to go directly to the second round of the lottery. To keep the odds of reaching the second round the same for those going through the first round, we have adjusted the number of first round participants."

I did not quite understand the math, but Mr. Anderson assured us that Crystal now had about the same .24 chance of being selected for the second round as usual. Naturally, Crystal did get out again on the first round but Connie was one of the 20 the lottery machine selected. Four of the middle-eastern woman also had to strip to their bikinis. All four looked very embarrassed about it.

I was not surprised to see that Patty who had been one of the last two in the show I first watched was one of those who had agreed to take the much higher risk by going to the second round automatically. I was surprised to see Adara and another Mid-Eastern woman, Duhjah, had agreed to take more money with much more risk and I was very surprised to see that Svetlana was the fourth who joined the 20 for the second round.

Because this was new, Dimitry asked Patty why she was doing this. The Chinese woman calmly replied, "More money, still only 1/24th risk." He asked her if she was still in for everything, and she said, "Yes, if I lose, I become a lamb or a chicken in the sight of Bolry law." She said it like she was discussing the weather. I shuddered, Stacy shook her head, and the men even looked a bit thoughtful.

Svetlana also revealed that she was placing everything on the line. She said she'd done it few times before "for the extra excitement as well as the money."

An Arab looking woman, Alya, was another of the sheik's wives and that "for fun" he had suggested that she enter the contest. It seems this sheik would be horrified to have one of his wives show her face on the street but did not mind if they appeared in front of a thousand very rich men in a bikini and risked becoming sex slaves. At least they weren't risking their lives like Patty and Svetlana.

The rest of the contest went as it had before. Svetlana and Connie did not go to the 12. Patty was among the 12 but not among the six. Adara and Duhjah, along with 4 others from around the world, did the interview in the nude as part of the six. Adara was calm during the interview but Duhjah clearly could not believe that this was happening.