Sex Slave Lottery Ch. 09

Afterlife

They let me sleep 11 hours but woke me up in time to shower, doll myself up again and have brunch with Svetlana. Looking at myself in the hotel bathroom mirror after the shower I could not help but think, "My Dawn, you have a hot body, but it's not your body anymore. The face, these ample soft well shaped breasts, this flat tummy, this practiced pussy, are now property of the Lottery." I started to choke up but my regrets were overcome by hunger. I had not eaten much the previous day and all the excitement and physical exercise had burned a lot of calories.

"Well dear," Svetlana said, "I don't know if you threw away your life or realized your greatest potential. Of course, I'm in no position to criticize as I made even more dangerous choices than you did. It's just dumb luck I'm not a chattel slave.

"You are headed out to the resort. You will get to see Stacy again and other friends among the 65 or so sex slaves. Say 'hi' to Julia for me. You might not see me again or at least not much, although I oversee much of the operations of the resort. Having only narrowly avoided spending my life there, I don't visit very often."

I asked, "Would the Toltski's have sent their sister off to work in what is basically a bordello only with the women unable to leave?" "Of course," she said, "a deal is a deal and Dimitry in particular would take great joy in depositing money I earned for him. He'd probably use me himself in every permissible fashion if Pyotr and mother didn't object. If I had lost everything, my treatment would have been no better than Irina's. I don't know what they would have told mother if I'd become a chattel slave and they had seriously injured me as part of someone's fun."

That afternoon I was taken without any of the possessions I had brought to Bolry to a limo. "You don't need to have any things any more," a Lottery official said. "We gave all your stuff to Crystal this morning when she took the plane back to Texas with Anderson and the others." "She can wear my dresses and probably even my fancy bras," I thought. Of course, she'd also get the money.

I was surprised that Veronika was in the limo. She spoke accented but otherwise good English. "They thought that there was no point in moving me to the coast right away when there were so many who wanted to fuck me in the capital," she said. "Have you been having sex in a hotel room for two whole weeks?" I asked. "Exactly, except when I ate, and was washed and beautified so that I could be put into service again. The highlights will be all over the state special television station tomorrow night. I'm sure Alina, and many others will enjoy the show as I go from one form of humiliation to another and am degraded to an almost spastic sex animal. I would not have believed myself capable of having as much sex as I had the last two weeks or how it would affect my mind. There were many moments that I felt I was some sort of orgasmic zombie."

During the two-hour drive, we told each other about our lives. She had regrets but did not seem bitter. She could understand why some people hated her. She thought, though, that the people should realize where she learned how to behave.

Veronika had worked as a secretary for Pyotr Toltski after getting the job much more on the basis of her looks than her secretarial talents. She had grown up in the country. How could she live in the country when there was a real life elsewhere? Getting maudlin at one point, she said, "I should have known that I could not keep Pyotr any more than Alina could. A woman born in Bolry with good looks but no political connections, I was destined to die in one sort of bordello or another."

I asked whether Pyotr's first wife was a sex slave in the resort. Veronika said that she was not. She had been Pyotr's sweetheart since youth, had given him three children, and had died of cancer in her 40s. Alina had been her nurse and moved in quickly as the first wife's health worsened.

I thought about myself again. I did not have as much excuse for my choices as Veronika. I'd lost my freedom. I would probably be as safe from harm as I was living the way I was living in Texas but is this what I'd wanted from life? Anyway, what I could have done did not matter anymore.

When I got to the resort I was shown the accommodations and the places where I would be doing what I would do. The person who showed me the ropes, a sex slave for almost two years, told me not to hold back and to please both the customer and myself absolutely as best as I could. I would make the same amount of money, nothing, no matter how many customers I served. If I became tired from my exertions in completely pleasing a customer, that was just fine. They would not work me to the point of exhaustion or even to the point where I could not show genuine enthusiasm. I should tell them if I had a real problem. She said that the men who came to the resort had paid for much more than a "girlfriend experience" and expected a woman who gave pleasure at the highest level. She said they'd never had a problem but implied that any woman who started acting like a cheap whore would be sold somewhere where she would be one. I was not sure how to take it when she concluded, "Of course, this speech is completely unnecessary for the famous Dawn."

I was put right to work on a Dutch businessman who had flown in after my services had become available. I burned off all of the calories from my large brunch with Svetlana giving much more of myself than it would pay any prostitute to give. The Dutchman left saying he was a very satisfied customer and I had more than met his high expectations. I was very pleased with the complement. I guess it helps to take pride in one's work particularly when there is no way to change jobs.

As both Stacy and I were kept busy, it was a few days before I got to see her. We embraced and after talking about me awhile, I asked her what the secret was that she could not tell us when we had talked on Anderson's fancy picture phone a few months earlier. "The secret is that women are also used for breeding. I was then off the pill and having constant sex with a very nice multi-millionaire who intended to impregnate me in exchange for paying the Lottery a very large sum."

"So sexual reproduction is part of being a sex slave?"

"It definitely can be," Stacy said. "I think I am pregnant now and will be seeing a doctor tomorrow. The healthcare here is top notch."

Changes

For the following months, it was all sex, preparing for sex and staying fit for sex. I'd always loved sex and I managed to love much of what I got even though I had no choice about what cocks would be in me or where they would go. It was good that I'd never really minded the taste of semen as I sure had a lot of it. Most of the men who rented my body took me for a whole day or days and sought to please me even though they did not have to. I think for most of them seeing me get off so enthusiastically and genuinely was a big part of their fun.

I naturally did exactly what I was told to do by the customers even when I was told to pretend that I was in charge. Some guys wanted me in light bondage and even caused me more than a little discomfort but never anything that would leave a mark physically or mentally. Most of these rich guys did not want any other man with them, but there were a few gangbangs for company parties and other events. I danced in a lot of costumes and worked alone and in groups. There was no point in thinking about my life as there were no choices to make. It was best if I just flowed with the customer's will and my sensations. That makes it sound too easy though. I was more than submissive; I was actively using my mind, body and spirit to submit more completely.

We sex slaves do not see much of the outside world except occasionally foreign beaches, hotel rooms and villas to which we've been sent. Our world is pretty much looking pretty for customers, listening to customers, gossip, sex and, when we are not doing that, eating the scientifically controlled portions of food we are given, swimming, keeping up our bodies, belly dance classes and the like. In some ways it was like a super good health club.

Some guys would tell us things (e.g. "the Cowboys suck this year"), or we'd get bits and snatches of news while traveling to dates outside the resort. The only real news around us of much personal interest to us concerned what women had been impregnated and whether we knew the father. Frequently, we knew the father quite intimately. Sometimes they set it up so no one knew who the father was.

We generally get to see the Lottery nearly every two weeks. We often are not with a man at 11 am and even if we are with a guy, many of them are interested in watching. It is interesting for me to watch and I am interested to see who will be joining us at the resort.

One lottery I saw Crystal was a first round participant. She got out in the first round but one of the Texas trophy wives, Jenny, must have caught the bug. That time she got down to the topless round after starting in the bikini round. Marta and Durrah had also kept playing. A woman from Korea lost in her fifth lottery. Bad luck.

About seven months after I had become a sex slave, there was an important announcement at the beginning of the Lottery Show and the stage was shrouded in black. Cultural Minister Dimitry Toltski had died in a tragic accident. Svetlana, who had continued to be one of the co-announcers and presenters, was going to take a leave of absence from the show to pursue other interests. Two guys, speaking in English and Russian, came on and gave much of the spiel that Dimitry and Svetlana had given except there were some major differences.

The whole element of some of the women risking their lives was gone. There were now "escorts for life," what they now call what I am, and "pain sluts" who are subject to bondage, severe pain, and very rough sex but not serious injury. While not hiding that the situation of those who became "escorts for life" was not really different from what "sex slaves" were before, they downplayed use of the word "slave." The semi-final round, while still humiliating, was much less rough than it had been the lottery when I lost. Re-writing history, the new MCs even implied that no one had ever really put her life at risk and that the women who had lost in the past as chattel slaves were always treated as pain sluts who could be caused to suffer but not permanently maimed or marred. They were all available for "intimate meetings" and could be "used hard."

A dark haired beauty from Montreal became a sex slave or rather "escort for life." She had said during the interview that she was tired of teaching elementary school and really liked sex. It definitely seemed during her debut that she was another natural sex slave as she was hungry for every one of the many cocks she received. When I met her later at the resort it was clear that see was much better equipped to pacify 50 year old children than 10 year olds.

The real shock came a few weeks later. Svetlana appeared at the resort one day. She was working at the resort in some capacity. I saw her walking around in all of her naked beauty and heard from one of our caretakers that she was performing special services for some very discriminating customers.

Between her busy schedule with customers and mine, we could not find an opportunity to chat until Svetlana had been in the resort almost a week. Stacy was now so pregnant that they had excused her from sex, but the three of us could not meet until I had a break between customers. Because Julia was very busy with a group of Japanese engineers, we decided that Svetlana would just meet with her close English-speaking friends first.

With all three of us nude off by ourselves near the pool, Svetlana congratulated Stacy although the circumstances of her pregnancy were unusual. Stacy admitted that it would be hard to give up the baby to the millionaire whose wife could not have children, but slaves are slaves. Svetlana asked how I was doing and I truthfully said that I was fine and had sort of found a kind of peace along with my usual form of joy. "But," I asked, "what brings you to the resort, what happened to Dimitry, do you know anything about Irina and what has happened to the Lottery?"

"Those are all good questions," Svetlana said. "I will answer them together. First, I was the one who leaked the identity of the dissident found dead with Irina's father. The fact I had so little trouble getting the new information distributed in itself said something. After hearing the name of the dissident, people who remembered the situation at the time knew that Irina had not been torturing the girl and might even have killed her father trying to get him to stop. Later, after you came here, a new rumour came out that Dimitry had "interrogated" Irina about the deaths for weeks after the bodies were found until Pyotr told him to stop because he was getting grief from Irina's mother who had fled to Russia where she had some powerful friends. It was also rumoured that Pyotr and Dimitry had blamed Irina and her father for a number of disappearances that Pyotr and Dimitry had caused. I had nothing to do with those rumours. I really don't know. Anyway, public opinion, already upset by Dimitry's treatment of Irina during the Lottery and the suggestions during her torture that she would be treated still worse in the future and murdered, was definitely moving in Irina's direction.

"I do not mean by public opinion the opinion of the ordinary people in the street. That does not generally matter. The sheep graze until it is time for them to be slaughtered. But the opinions of wealthy businessmen, the heads of foreign governments that might like an excuse to seize Bolrian pipelines, and the security people in a position to put a bullet in Pyotr's back can not be ignored wantonly.

"I do know that Pyotr was very annoyed about the anti-Jew remark. Pyotr is an equal opportunity criminal and does not like people who let their prejudices risk costing him a profit. Still more, it appears that Dimitry was responsible for a number of irregularities regarding the Bolrian treasury involving huge sums. At least that was the rumour. He also made a crude crack about Pyotr's fourth wife needing to be put in Veronika or Irina's place that got back to Pyotr. The fourth wife is reportedly a much more modest and sympathetic person than her immediate predecessors.

"Also, Dawn you will be interested to learn that Dimitry was criticized by Pyotr, after he received complaints from Anderson and others, for offering you $1,000,000 to risk your life. It was entirely off script and uncalled for. No Lottery viewer had asked to torture an innocent woman who was so obviously perfect for other things. I think Dimitry just offered you the money in the hope that you would take the offer and he would later get to torture a friend of Irina and me. I think it would have killed you, Dawn.

"Meanwhile, I was trying to get Pyotr to let Irina leave the country with enough money to live on somewhere she could get medical treatment and be safe physically although she'd still be a slave. She was almost in solidary confinement in a prison in the north. When she wasn't in solidary confinement, Dimitry and his friends were using her in ways that no sane woman or even mildly insane woman could enjoy.

"Pyotr said that if I wanted Irina to be able to live and live comfortably, I could give her money but not money I already had. That money should be kept in Bolry to assure my loyalty. No, if I wanted more money to support Irina in Switzerland or somewhere else, I should work for it. I asked him if he meant by that remark that I should participate in the Lottery again. He said that it was a disgrace to the family for his sister to be risking becoming a sex slave. 'No, you should go to the resort and work directly as a whore until you've made enough for your little favorite.' I did not understand his logic.

"Dimitry should have left the country after the rumours that embarrassed his position reached him and no real effort was taken to silence the rumours. He probably thought that the rumours could not have been supported by Pyotr or other members of the executive committee because they also embarrassed Pyotr, but I think Pyotr knew the rumours embarrassed Dimitry much worse than him, particularly as he was not directly connected to Irina's torture. Also, although they hid his face, everybody correctly guessed that Dimitry was re-living old thrills torturing Irina in the special viewing.

"Dimitry did not even leave the country after the next shoe dropped. Mother died. After the funeral, Pyotr invited Dimitry and me to take a walk in a field on the other side of the woods behind the cemetery with two of Pyotr's loyal thugs, Zorski and Daria. Dimitry and I knew that at least one of us would probably not be coming back from the walk but it was not an invitation that could be refused without guaranteeing a nasty end.

"It was rather cold for a walk. In a field surrounded by woods far from anyone, Pyotr said what a wonderful woman our mother was and what a beautiful funeral it had been. He, then, said he had a surprise for both of us. He then nodded and his thugs put several bullets through Dimitry's head. Dimitry deserved such a fate if anyone does. I did not love the monster, but it is hard to watch your brother be murdered.

"Pyotr then said that perhaps he had misspoken, He should have said that he had one surprise for Dimitry and three surprises for me.

"'The first surprise,' he explained, 'was, of course, our bother's accident. The second surprise is that I am going to order that your friend be flown to Berlin after we have paid Darea and Zorski for their excellent work by allowing them to satisfy themselves by fully enjoying your abundant charms. They have been cautioned to be gentle in doing so, at least gentle by their standards. I was going to suggest that they start to do it in this field but it seems rather chilly for that, don't you think gentlemen? The third surprise is that you will be going to the resort to do the same work as the other ladies there. After all, you helped send so many there.'

"He then explained that, after paying with my body for the murder, I would be in the resort for at least six months. Some of the money I bring in will be sent to Irina as I make it. Of course, Irina can never stop being a sex slave. She lost and will have to continue to serve and appear from time to time on state television to prove that a deal is a deal.

"'Gentle by the standards of Darea and Zorski' meant that there was no blood, any damage that would interfere with my ability to serve here, or permanent injuries. I was taken to a secret room in the police headquarters and cuffed with my arms above my head and then striped by having my clothing torn off my body. I guess this was their usual technique although it seems wasteful of material.

"They whipped me with a belt and paddled me always being careful not to cut the flesh. Electric prongs were applied in unspeakable ways. They were very good at it. Practice makes perfect. The pain was unbearable. I knew that begging for mercy would only be a waste of breath and I would need all my strength. Of course, I was experienced in this having ten years ago gone through similar experiences several times inflicted by men employed by Orsinov after I had enraged him by not agreeing to his advances. This was the first time I received such brotherly love though.

"After the torture in the cell, I was taken nude and handcuffed through the building, amusing many of the staff, to a bedroom in the headquarters that had many racks and structures as well as a bed. They first sat me on a wooden pony until it became as uncomfortable as expected. They joked that this was "meat tenderizer." On the bed, the floor and the racks, I experienced 12 hours of sex of all forms and in all positions, including the use of electric toys both of the kind intended to bring pain and the kind intended to bring pleasure. Even the latter kind of toy brings pain if used in gross excess. Having numerous forced orgasms while Darea and Zorski replenished their powers, was completely exhausting. No wonder their wives frequently participate in the Lottery. They probably think that losing a lottery would bring a comparatively restful retirement.