Sex Slave Lottery Ch. 08

Chapter 8
The Second Hard Lottery

The next day did not start pleasantly. As we were having breakfast, the Texas geek gang marched out to the bus. "Sorry girls, can't take off work for 2 weeks until you appear again. You looked great, Dawn. Really liked the way you came during the nude round. It was almost as good as your performance after the birthday party. Hope to see you again in a few weeks and really give your engine another hard drive," Scott said. Mr. Anderson said that I was indeed very beautiful and talented and that he also looked forward to enjoying me thoroughly. Neither bastard expressed any regret about Irina's treatment.

While our money went to Switzerland, we had two weeks to recover. It's amazing how quickly we did, with massages, exercise, swimming, great food. I even hooked up with some guys in the pipeline business. They were kind enough to go down on me thoroughly before inserting their delicious long cocks into my love pipeline. I also made it with a really hot guy at the hotel who gave massages and a guy who said he drove a limo to the sea and back. Both were great.

Crystal was already signed up to risk everything for two more times so there was no point in emphasizing for her how bad the treatment of Irina had been. When I indirectly suggested that Irina had made a terrible mistake by risking everything, Crystal said angrily like she was speaking to a very stupid 12 year old, "You should try learning to think. 20,000,000 Rubles is over $2,000, 000 that Irina could have used to get out of Bolry and settle comfortably far away. If she could have used the money to get out of Bolry where many hate her, she was prevented from taking any legitimate position and she had been publicly humiliated in front of much of the country, she could have re-built her life. Otherwise, was it so bad to die if that is what will happen?"

Sometimes I wish I could think through things like Crystal does. Other times I am glad I can't.

I was not pleased to see the Texas geek gang get back again the day before the second lottery in which Crystal and I were going to be third round starters. Mr. Anderson, Mr. Walker and a few other millionaires or billionaires I'd vaguely heard of or seen with Anderson, got off the luxury bus from the airport. A few of the guys even brought their trophy wives. A few other Texas women were along as dates. I would have liked to know what the guys told the women they would see in Bolry.

We did our usual preparations, except Crystal this time was very careful to shave off all of her pubic hair. She'd learned that much from watching the treatment of Irina. I did so also although I was not going to be subject to the risk of trial by fire. I always did. Strangely, it just seems more feminine to me and sometimes it seemed before like hair got in the way of a smooth entrance.

The following day found six of us again topless on our little pedestals waiting through the first and second rounds and jiggling our breasts on cue. Johanna had apparently decided to take her money and run and risk her life on mountains rather than in torture chambers. Durrah, Jyoti, Marta and Alina, though, were starting in the second round along with two women who had actually been movie stars years ago, Diana and Sarah. The celebrity rags had been full of stories about their drug use and divorces 10 years ago but they had managed to maintain their looks if not their movie careers.

After the Lottery Machine spoke, the six of us who had signed up to start in the third round three times, were joined by Alina, Durrah, Sarah, Diana, and 2 who had started in the first round, Tabitha, a black women from south Los Angeles, and an Italian starlet named Mia. Dimitry offered Diana $500, 000 to play for her life and she accepted the offer.

Diana's decision worked out and she would now have a lot of money for drugs or drug therapy. The other fading star, Sarah, though, was selected by the Lottery Machine for the semi-final round along with Alina, Alya, Ashira, Veronika and Crystal. Dimitry showed great enthusiasm while I put on a shirt and walked to the viewing room. Svetlana joined me saying she did not feel there was anything she could do on the fourth round stage now.

Dimitry did something very unusual for him to begin the interviews of the six. He actually kind of apologized to Ashira. Running his fingers over her nervous cheeks, he said that he did not hate Jews or any other ethnic group and suggested he had only said what he had to heighten the drama. This excuse, even if truthful, really did not make him any less of an asshole if you thought about it, but it sounded okay if you didn't.

Alya got the usual treatment. Dimitry made reference to Sarah's two movie roles as murder victims but said they would only be killing her with kindness today. He displayed and fondled every part of her body. Dimitry went at her with the vibrator. He laughed when she broke down from the sexual tension, fear and mechanical stimulation with a very public forced orgasm. I did not see anything funny.

I knew what was coming next. Although Dimitry had already been able to give the third round treatment to Alina and Veronika, he offered them both lots of money to risk becoming a chattel slave. They declined. He then thoroughly humiliated them with all sort of comments about their past lives as "powerful whores" while he displayed all their parts. He made Alina come using a vibrator rather than a banana this time.

Crystal had not been as deep as the nude round for months. As Crystal was already playing with everything at risk, Dimitry did not have to make her an offer. He and his friends did make sure she was fully displayed and the 4th round interview ended with Dimitry seeming to pinch both of Crystal nipples with all his might while one of his assistants went at her with the vibrator. Along with thousands of others, I, for the first time, saw Crystal have an orgasm. Crystal is so weird. She came with a low groan that sounded something like a cross between ecstasy and horror.

The horror part was probably heightened when her number went up with Veronika's for the final round. Both of them looked scared for a moment before putting on their game faces.

Dimitry was very pleased. Svetlana still sitting with me in the viewing room said she was happy Veronika had declined to risk everything. "I hate the manipulating bitch but no one deserves to be treated as Irina was and will be." I was very worried about Crystal, though, as I now had a 50-50 chance of losing my best friend forever. Svetlana said she did not feel sorry for either of them but hoped Crystal isn't hurt too bad. "She's such a smart and beautiful woman."

As always, the final presentation is of sheer physical numbers and fear. Dimitry thanked Crystal for being such a good sport as to bet her life so much and hoped he would soon be able to show her a very painful time. He was torn, though, like one who could not decide what would be the bigger joy. "Good thing for Dimitry that the Lottery Machine choses," Svetlana said, "if Dimitry had to chose he would starve like Buridan's ass." I didn't get the reference at the time but I was told that it has to do with a donkey that could not make up its' mind.

Dimitry took great pleasure in shouting out every detail about Veronika's body and telling the audience what a great sex slave she would be. He said that he'd always felt she was a rather bitchy and dishonest whore but, as a sex slave, she would attain sincerity and really be worth big money to fuck.

If Crystal played for the thrill, she was getting her full charge of fear this time. She barely breathed as she went through the measurement routine and for the first time seemed very vulnerable and tragic. She seemed like a junkie who had just about overdosed. What was wrong with her? Would she die from it?

The Lottery Machine was started. It buzzed and whirled. The Machine picked Veronika.

For a moment, a grim look crossed Veronika's face and she balled her fists. Then, she smiled beautifully the way she must have smiled to Pyotr Toltski the first time he saw her. Photographs, photographs, photographs and Veronika gently waved and threw some kisses to the camera as she was photographed and led off. Alina and a few of her friends did high fives and blew mock kisses at Veronika.

I was pleased to see the immense look of relief on Crystal's face when her number was not chosen. She was so shook up by coming so close to becoming raw meat for Dimitry and his crew that even she was willing to skip the special viewing of the new slave this time. At least she did not have an actual death wish, just a very scary way to get money and thrills. Svetlana, Crystal and I went to the bar but we were careful to sit far away from anyone who might speak English.

Crystal said that she didn't think that she would have been treated as badly as Irina was but she was not interested in finding out. Svetlana said, "You should not be so sure you would be treated a bit better than Irina was during the special viewing show although Irina was abused as much as the Lottery would ever allow during a broadly shown show. After the broadcast, it might even be worse for you. You could be tortured, mutilated and killed and no one would stop it. That is what you signed up for. Some people were sympathetic to Irina because they knew she had practically been forced to participate in the Lottery. Nobody had wept for Patty. The crazy masochist Texas blond slut has few friends in Bolry, except for me and Anderson.

Irina still has some powerful friends that Pyotr would not want to anger unless he could greatly profit from it. Pyotr will not let Dimitry do things that cost Pyotr. In fact, today we saw one of the few times in which Pyotr Toltski has interfered in Dimitry's game."

"What do you mean," I asked.

"Oh, that transparent lie about not disliking Jews. Among Dimitry's many faults is being a bigot," Svetlana said. "Obviously one of the rich Jews who watch the Lottery complained to Pyotr. It is known Pyotr is trying to get a Jewish billionaire to open a casino in Bolry. Pyotr has left Dimitry with the Lottery as the only way for Dimitry to get rich, and he has gotten very rich from it, but Pyotr will not let Dimitry's plans or hates ever get in the way of Pyotr's greed and ambition."

The following morning every member of the Texas crowd left except for one, Anderson. He stayed in Bolry spending much of two weeks with Crystal. I was alone a lot but managed to find my usual amusements and stimulations. When I did chat with Crystal, it seemed she had learned much.

One time when Anderson, Crystal and I went to dinner at an inn far out of the capital city, I learned something really interesting. After a glass or two of champagne, I said that Svetlana's role in all of this surprised me. She seemed to be too tied into the local power structure and too smart to have taken such risks over the years and I had no idea how she thought she could rather publicly loath Dimitry on camera and at the same time sleep with him.

Anderson laughed and said, "Dimitry has never touched Svetlana and only suggests he's had her to be annoying and make what he thinks is a joke. Has Svetlana ever told you her last name?"

"You're kidding," I said.

"Yes, it's Toltski, she is Pyotr and Dimitry's sister, about 12 years younger than Pyotr and about 10 years younger than Dimitry. If Dimitry ever touched Svetlana, which I am sure he thought about a lot as Svetlana grew to be such a beautiful woman, Pyotr would probably have him killed even though their mother would object."

"Their mother is still alive?"

"Yes, she is about 80 and oddly is said to like Dimitry best. She was a very beautiful but uneducated peasant girl who won the heart of a up and coming Soviet official who became the three's father. He and his children rose under Orsinov's predecessor and later under Orsinov until the father decided to move back to Russia after the break up of the Soviet Union. His son, Pyotr, was Orsinov's chief of staff and Dimitry was security chief when Orsinov had his accident."

Later, Crystal met me for a swim after spending the night with Anderson. She mentioned that we should not talk anywhere publicly because the country is still in a bit of an uproar over Irina and many people working for the Bolrian security police could understand some English without letting on that they could do so.

"How do you know all this," I asked.

"Well, I have learned some of the local Russian dialect."

"Really, how?"

"Anderson has taught me and I often listen to the local television in the original and pick up bits and pieces of the language that way."

"How does Anderson know the language?"

"Actually, he speaks it fluently and his real name isn't Anderson."

"What," I asked, "Is he from here?"

"No, he is a Volga German and his name is Anders von Denkenschlager. I think you can see why he doesn't go by that name in Texas."

"Did Anderson or Anders tell you about what's going on with Irina and should we keep calling him 'Mr. Anderson'?"

"It's public knowledge here that Anderson is not really named 'Anderson', but you have to be very careful if you say anything about Irina. Anyway, I don't actually know anything about what is happening with her. I have just heard rumors spoken in streets and bars that are questioning whether Irina ever hurt anyone. For no apparent reason, the official government paper mentioned that Irina's friend, who was reported at the time to have died in an auto accident while the 'dissident' was never identified, was in fact the person who was found dead with Orsinov. That, in turn, has set off all sorts of rumors about who arranged to release that little bit of news and whether there is going to be a bloodbath at the top of the government."

Later, Crystal answered in Russian after she had been asked something by Svetlana during a lunch we three were having. I expressed admiration for her being able to learn so much. Crystal said, "Dawn, it is not that hard to learn new things if you try. You are a really sweet girl and maybe most of your best abilities are physical, but you are really not that dumb. The fact you are so tremendous in bed does not mean you can't also try to develop some other talents. If we survive this next lottery, we both need to figure out a way to do more things than offer up ourselves for slavery." Svetlana nodded, but it was a strange speech for Crystal to give.

Last Lottery for me

The next day lottery participants and people who wanted to be in the live audience began to arrive from around the world. A bunch of Arabs arrived as usual as did an unusually large number of Italians who seemed to have made their money in an unsavory fashion. After the busload of Texans and their friends arrived, I learned that not only all the guys who were there last time were back, but so were more of their wives and girlfriends. Most surprisingly, 4 of these new Texan women, Jenny, Tiffany, Dolly and Kelly, were going to participate in the Lottery, starting in the first round. Walker had brought the hookers who had not given me a ride the night of my gang rape; just to add to my embarrassment I suppose.

Two days later, Crystal, Amber, Alya, Ashira and I were again standing topless and watching the first two rounds. Unbelievably, they had managed to talk a new Bolrian celebrity, Tanya, into starting in the third round with us despite the fact that the last two women to bite the dust in the Lottery were from Bolry. Tanya was said to be a famous television personality and looked attractive although maybe a bit less so than the rest of us. It seemed the Lottery was starting to exhaust the supply of extremely beautiful Bolrian women willing to participate.

Three of the Texas women were excused by the Lottery Machine in the first round to go back to Texas with their suburban lives spiced up with fantasies of what could have happened. But, the Lottery Machine chose the Texas trophy wife who did not get out in the first round, Tiffany, also for the third round. The other women who joined us topless for the third round were Durrah, Mia, Sarah, a Chinese girl who looked barely 18 and a woman from Columbia who was rumored to have been put up by some cocaine lord.

Tiffany blushed like a rose while smiling as she'd been told to do and displayed her naked breasts as did the Chinese woman, the Columbian, and we veterans. Although I had participated in many lotteries and had displayed everything several times, I was also embarrassed. Much more, I was scared. One never gets over that and it is quite a rush. Tiffany totally freaked out when the Lottery Machine picked her for the quasi-final. I might have felt some glee at the formerly well-coifed trophy wife's distress except that the others the machine chose for the nude round were Alya, Sarah, Mia, Crystal and me. The Texas crowd was cheering wildly.

I was sure Dimitry did not like Americans much more than Israelis and now he had four to pick on including one who had never been in this position along with Sarah, Crystal and me. Mia was also new to the nude round. Crystal and Alya, as usual, were risking their lives. Perhaps because of her near miss before, Crystal looked more nervous than usual.

Dimitry started by taking the same approach with me that he had taken with Irina four weeks before; while one of his assistants fingered my clit, Dimitry squeezed my nipples very hard and asked me if I would risk my life for $1,000,000. I could not believe men had offered that much for the privilege of torturing me. Svetlana, who had stayed near the stage this time, was violently shaking her head. I did not need the advice and screamed, "No, No," loud enough to be heard back in Dallas. Dimity said, "Too bad." After a hard twist, my nipples were released.

Dimitry went right to the display of Mia who was also put on the center table. After gently rubbing her nipples with an ice cube until they were quite hard, he said, "I will make you an offer you can't refuse," before inserting a vibrating dildo into her. There was really had no way for her to refuse making a spectacle of herself. She is a screamer.

Then Sarah had to take all the attention. She came about as loudly as I had when treated as she had been except that she seemed automatically to use all her drama training while coming. Maybe I should have taken drama instead of marketing.

Dimitry also did not offer any money risk her life to Tiffany but he obviously took immense delight in displaying every nook and cranny of her body to the camera and the audience. Excited, aroused and manipulated as Mia, and Sarah had been, she also could not help putting on a huge show as she had a convulsive orgasm after he had worked on her with his electric toys. I wondered how she could go back to Texas and lead a normal life again even if she did not end the day as a sex slave.

Alya was given a similar treatment. Crystal was put through a slightly different routine than what she had done two weeks ago. She was sat in the middle platform and had to spread her legs as far as she could and use her arms to hold them apart. One of the assistants then pinched Crystal's nipples very hard reaching from behind her back while Dimitry went at her pussy with the vibrating dildo. Again, a formula for getting Crystal off was proven effective as she came with a loud moan somewhere between agony and ecstasy.

Proud of himself, Dimitry talked a while about what a great show this had been and how much fun it would be to have one of these fine woman as a slave. If he was trying to build drama and fear, he succeeded. The Machine was run. I was upset to see that Ayla's number was chosen and briefly had the Arabic blowtorch image in my mind again until it dawned on me that the other number was mine.