Sex Slave Lottery Ch. 03

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 studio.

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 in her 40s 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 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 we have had a few women have 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 30 times before knew this was a questionable career move. At about 11 in the morning 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 got very mad 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, she 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 just 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 then 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 for reasons that she had trouble explaining unless they were that 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 check. 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, and the three of us flew home, staying one night in London.