Sex Slave Lottery Ch. 02-04

Adara lost her cool when she was chosen to be a finalist and seemed to be weak on her knees as she was presented to the camera in all of her naked glory in close up with every one of her curves measured and posted. I really think the other finalist, a dark haired beauty from Belgium named Amber, had an orgasm as they played with her for the camera. The eyes of the Adara got as wide as the moon when the Lottery Machine chose her to be a sex slave. Still, she smiled for the cameras as she was ushered from the room.

Mr. Anderson said, "I bet there are guys who are ecstatic in from London to Singapore today." I asked why rich Arabs should be pleased to see one of their women become a sex slave? Anderson replied, that she was a princess and, despite her great beauty, her husband had been trying to get rid of her and all the wealthy playboys in the Mid-East wanted to fuck her in every possible way. Anderson was sure they had put up the extra money to get her into the second round and that the other Arab women were probably also rich stuck up pampered wives enticed into the Lottery to make sure the audience was pleased. "The only regret of playboys is probably that they could not get Adara to participate as a potential chattel slave again," he said, 'I'm told they could have made a mint subjecting her to some really extreme stuff."

Stacy and I then turned white and made for the door. Mr. Anderson said, "Wait, there is more to watch in a half hour if you want. I have special viewing privileges." I wasn't surprised at that, but it was now passed 3:00 AM. Stacy and I went home together discussing just what sick bastards many men are.

Many forms of risk

Things went on that way for a few months. Stacy and I weren't fixin to risk becoming sex toys or worse and kept up the lives we'd had before participating in the Lottery, but we were tense and horny much of the time. Crystal kept playing and raking in money. In fact, Mr. Anderson arranged for her to do her regular job from London so she did not have to travel so much. She was making so much money, though, that that might not matter much longer. She also was taking money to skip to the second round and we thought she was also betting her life as a potential no holds barred chattel slave. As a result of her being in London or Bolry most of the time, we only saw her every few months.

We did see Crystal every time she was on the Lottery show. Stacy and I were afraid not to watch. We felt we would lose her forever if we did not watch her participate. Sometimes we would go home after the round she got out and she did not go beyond the third round for the first four lotteries she did after Stacy and I quit going.

After the third lottery with Crystal without us, we did accept Mr. Anderson's invitation to watch the "special viewing" that he had access to. A really hot Brazilian woman had become a sex slave. She was on her thirtieth lottery so she was sort of calmly horrified as she continued to go down each level with her perfect coffee and cream skim, curly hair, wide hips and dark brown nipples. Still, she looked shocked when she got down to the two finalists and had an incredibly excited but extremely nervous smile as they took her away after she lost.

There was a half-hour break in the program as Dimitry said that people with Special Viewing privileges should stay tuned and showed again the information on how to meet the slaves for intimate engagements. The now 60+ slaves were shown one after another before the show went live again.

The Brazilian woman was spread on a bed and two men immediately went to work on manhandling her breasts and figuring her labia and clitoris. Whatever she was thinking before she lost, now she was ready and rarin' to go. She clearly came soon in an intense orgasm that I felt I could feel in my own pussy. Then one guy stuck his cock in her mouth while another entered her vagina. The camera was careful not to show the faces of the men who probably had paid for the privilege of being the first to have her, while a split screen showed close ups of the woman's face sucking cock while the other penis went in and out of her vagina. After an intense 15 minutes or so, the penis in her mouth erupted semen some of which she swallowed but some got on her face. The close up continued of her excited face with semen on it as she continued to be screwed. She came again and a minute or so later the second penis slowed down and the man withdrew. His cum ran down from her vagina as the cameras faded. The Lottery sure didn't hide nothing.

I have to admit that it was hot and sure'nuff I started imaging what it would be like to be the center of so much action like the Brazilian woman.

We also watched to the very end of that fourth lottery Crystal attended without us although Crystal got out in the second round, having taken the money to skip the first. Patty and Svetlana kept going and we were sure Patty at least was playing with her life. We learned during the quasi-final interview that Svetlana had also taken the ultimate risk this time. When it came down to Patty and Svetlana, Dimitry joked about a battle of the ice queens but made clear he'd been waiting for years to get at Svetlana.

It wasn't really a battle as the loser would be picked at random. Also, Svetlana did not really challenge Patty as to who could show the less emotion. Svetlana was smiling with all her might but you did not have to be genius to see she was scared to death.

I don't think Stacy or I could have watched the Special Privilege viewing after that if Svetlana had lost. We were very reluctant to stay even though it was Patty who was taken out of the room in custody, looking like she knew this would happen someday and did not really care. Dimitry, said that while the viewing of a chattel slave would be rough, they would not be doing any serious bodily harm on camera at this time.

As it happened, watching Patty get used was not easy. She continued the brave act through being whipped repeatedly with her arms tied above her. Let down, she composed herself, bowed to the camera and smiled as the program continued with her being the middle of a gangbang with her roughly vaginally and anally screwed by at least six different men. From the looks on her face, I could have sworn that Patty somehow was enjoying much of it. She looked a few times like a cactus having an orgasm, if you imagine that.

When her nipples were pierced without any painkiller, she could not help but grimace. When she was branded on the ass, she screamed like a banshee. But, even as her new markings were being treated with disinfectant and bandages by some sort of old nurse, Patty bowed to the audience before being led off.

Not safe at home

I am not sure what was going on in our heads. Stacy and I started going to rougher and rougher bars and flaunting our bodies more and more. It seemed sometimes like we were taking more risks than Crystal. I reckon maybe we were tense and horny from watching all those Lottery shows but maybe it was more. Maybe we actually needed the risks now, or the attention from thousands of rich men.

If what we wanted was abuse, we got it. Both of us got into real trouble in the two weeks following Crystal's fourth lottery without us.

I don't know all the details of Stacy's gangbang or gang rape if that's what you'd call it. She says she wasn't fixin to have sex with everyone in the bar. I do know she admitted to going alone to a bar known to be frequently by a very tough crowd in a tank top and tight jeans and drinking too much. She did not say so, but I was told by a guy who was there that she got screwed on the pool table, not too original, by five or six guys at the end of the night after giving blow jobs to two or three other guys. She wound up being taken home at 3:00 am by the girlfriend of the bar manager, dripping semen and too drunk to walk straight.

I can't say I did much better. I accepted an invitation from one of the men in my software classes, Scott, to help him out with what he said was a special party for the birthday of a friend of his. He said he wanted me to be a sexy waitress to keep the party exciting and would definitely buy a bunch of computer products and make sure I got a fat sales commission. As a costume, I was to wear a bikini top and a short skirt over a thong. I asked him if any women had been invited to the party and he said "sure."

I shouldn't have trusted Scott any further than I could throw him. He picked me up and took me to the party. I discovered that the other women at the party were four hookers. I asked him to take me back but he said that I'd have to work the party or walk. So, I worked as a waitress serving what must have been at least 35 guys playing computer games, watching porn, and drinking heavily.

It went ok for a while as the hookers performed the serious sexual services. But, after the party got going, there were guys slapping me on the ass or trying to help me out of my bikini top. It did not help that one of the guys at the party, who I knew only as Mr. Walker, had apparently been with Mr. Anderson when I was one of the six final Lottery contestants and that Mr. Anderson had told him that I had posed nude and partied a lot in college.

At about 2:00 AM, the four hookers, who had serviced maybe half the guys in one way or another, said they were going home. I asked if I could have a ride, but one of them said that they only gave rides to girls who had given rides. "Very funny," I said, "but surely you aren't gonna leave me here?" They walked out. I went to Scott and begged him to take me home. Instead he said, "let's see those famous boobs" and neatly grabbed my bikini top and pulled it half off before I could get my hands up to my breasts. Somebody else grabbed my arms and I was soon naked and on display for the 10 guys or so that were still at the party.

Looking particularly at Mr. Walker, I begged that now that they had seen the sights, they should let me go. I also said I'd tell Mr. Anderson. Walker said, "You think Anderson cares. He'd like to see you a sex slave in Bolry." With that, I was flopped on one of the beds where one of the prostitutes had been.

I think only 7 of the guys actually screwed me. The first one was Walker. I expected a bunch of quick "bump and squirt" action but Walker took his time. His penis seemed larger than most and he thrust and grinded into me like he was trying to plant his sperm in my soul and humiliate me as much as possible. What amazed me most, though, was that I had an awesome orgasm by the time he was done. I did not think you were supposed to have orgasms while being raped. My body just took over and my brain turned off to everything but the feel of my breasts being sucked and fondled, the penis moving in and out of my pussy and my G-spot being rammed. I also came with the second guy whose dick hit my cervix as he flopped me around on the bed like a rag doll. I had about three more orgasms before the gang rape was done.

When I opened my eyes after one of the orgasms, I saw a guy with a video camera taking a close up of my face. I said, "Oh shit," and a few guys laughed.

A couple of the guys used my asshole. It wasn't the first time that had happened but it was the first time since I was a wild thing in college. It hurt at first but got better.

Scott drove me home and told me I was very beautiful and I had been great. I resisted the urge to kill him as he explained that, as long as I did not call the police, his company would buy a lot of software and he and Mr. Walker would make sure I was taken care of by Anderson on the commission.

I should have, but I did not call the police. I knew there was no way anyone in Texas was going to believe that a woman had been raped who'd dressed like I had and then had an orgasm during the sex. The product sale was made. I made a whole $10,000 commission. I knew a lot easier way to make that kind of money.

Judging by the amount of cum in my panties after the gang rape, all but one or two of the guys had had the decently to use a condom. I'm guessing that Walker did not.

Anyway, both Stacy and I survived our incidents without getting any diseases. That would have been particularly bad. It would have disqualified us from the Lottery.

The fifth lottery that Crystal did without us she also skipped to the second round, but this time she did lose the second round and her fabulous breasts and nipples were finally revealed on the Lottery show. She exhibited them proudly as she did at the health club only now they were fully exposed. I was secretly rooting for Crystal to go to the next round just to shake her up and maybe get her to quit playing at the self-destruction level. But as it happened, she did not have to strip nude.

Not wanting to go to Mr. Anderson's place, Stacy and I had watched at my house. We did stay to see an English woman with red hair and big breasts become a sex slave. On my computer, we could not watch her initial performance as a sex slave but I would not have wanted to watch that with Mr. Anderson and Walker.