Sex Slave Lottery Ch. 09-10

"You say I'd be a perfect biological mother for your child," I said, "But you have to admit that, while we may look similar on the outside, you are a lot smarter."

"I don't think I am a whole lot smarter, I just occasionally exercise some things I have above the neck. I like the thought of you having a child with Anders." Crystal said. "Maybe Anders can even teach you some Russian in the down time between sex in Ft. Worth."

I did learn a bit of Russian during my time in Ft. Worth but I did not learn Walker's real name although he spent a lot of time with part of him up my butt. I did learn his name is not Walker and he was born somewhere in Eastern Europe.

Walker was one of many who travelled up my butt during my time in Ft. Worth. The Lottery booked me to the extent it could while I was there. All the traffic up my vagina was with Anders and he was the only one not using a rubber that came close to my vagina after I had gone off the pill. Anders only did double penetrations with Walker. "I guess, I just think sharing a woman with another man at the same time is personal and only to done with close friends," he said. I have no idea where the rumor started that Anderson was gay.

Three months after the wedding, I was on the plane to Bolry with a beginners' knowledge of Russian and a very queasy stomach. Anders had chartered a plane for a business trip back to Bolry. My morning sickness did not keep Anders from having sex with me repeatedly on the flight back. If there is a special honors section of the Mile High Club for those who've done it more than a dozen times, I now qualified for admission from this and earlier trips.

When I got back, I learned Svetlana had left the resort and was back at her job of being co-host of the Lottery. She said during the first lottery I saw after I got back from Texas, that she felt very refreshed after her sabbatical and was honored to be the new Cultural Minister of Bolry. She also said how much she missed poor Dimitry and even pretended to cry.

Alina was still participating in the Lottery and I also recognized Amber, Ashira, Durrah and Mia among the participants although they all had scaled down the amount of risk they had accepted.

Amber actually cried when she became a sex slave an hour later but put on a very enthusiastic and beautiful performance with the six guys who took her during her slave debut. I'd always thought that Amber was one of those who would keep playing the Lottery until she lost.

Anders visited the resort five months later and met with Amber for sex but there was to be no sex with me. The practice is to take women off sex the last three months of their pregnancy although it is not really necessary.

Anders and I did watch the Lottery together. This was another special show. For the Fifth anniversary, the Lottery was doing a retro show that reproduced the game and situation as it was for the first lottery. There were 100 women participating and none of them had participated before. Also, the Lottery had paid extra and accepted no woman as a participant who had not graduated from college and even favored women with advanced degrees. Anders said that this was Svetlana's idea and that Svetlana was now pretty much running the Lottery along with a deputy from the Bolry treasury department.

Naturally I did not recognize any of the 100 women in the first round of this lottery but they all looked a bit older and less naïve than many of the newbies had been before. Svetlana thanked the viewers for watching this special program (with a special fee), presented the basic rules and, for this special occasion, spoke of the history of the Lottery and even mentioned that she had been one of the participants for years. She also said that in all future lotteries the Lottery was not going to accept women under 21 because it was felt that younger women did not know enough about themselves to risk becoming an escort for life. Svetlana said they were sure that they would have no problem finding enough participants with the new restrictions and that they were planning on opening a second resort on a Pacific Island instead of continuing to expand their stable in Bolry.

The panic on the faces of those who the Lottery Machine picked for the bikini round was quite sincere as was the embarrassment of the 12 women who had to display their breasts like fruit in market. I could not help but think back on how I'd felt when this first happened to me a few years ago.

The interviews in the nude round were conducted mainly by Svetlana's co-host, Yegor, who smiled a lot. I guess he likes his job. Yegor does not seem, however, to be particularly cruel. This makes him a big improvement over Dimitry.

The special plans for picking women for this lottery led to more interesting participants and interviews in the nude round. Answering questions calmly while in the nude, projecting one's breasts and contemplating a one sixth chance of becoming a sex slave was naturally a challenge for all of the six women in the nude round. But all six of the women were equal to the task.

All the women were beautiful, of course, but they were older and as a group more western than usual. There was one Japanese woman in her thirties who said that she ran away from her husband after learning how much he was whoring around. She had decided that, if that is what men wanted, she would either make money off them or become a concubine herself. Her jet-black pussy hair was neatly trimmed and looked stunning against her extremely white skin as did her very red nipples.

A Polish woman age 30, named Elizabeth, was the only one who seemed frightened at this point. While being physically inspected by thousands, she said she was a doctor and had lost a bet regarding whether a patient would recover with the director of her hospital in Warsaw. Elizabeth had never gotten along with the director who had always suggested that it would be better if she just marry him and have lots of children rather than work as a doctor. The bet was that she'd get to do a vasectomy on the director if the patient who she thought was a going to die died, and she would either go to bed with the director or participate in the Lottery as a potential pain slave if the patient recovered. She'd seen the Lottery with the hospital director when the CEO of a drug company had shown it to them one afternoon. The CEO was now her sponsor.

Elizabeth admitted that she'd been to an S&M club with the drug company CEO. Her pierced nipples and the little ring in one of her labia also indicated to me that she had a complex set of reasons for participating in the Lottery.

Anyway, the "damn patient" recovered fully and even danced at the club. Elizabeth decided a one hundredth chance of becoming a sex slave, even if possibly subjected to very rough sex by sadists, was less bad than going to bed with the director. Now she was scared and the CEO, the doctor and the patient were in the audience. Yegor suggested that it seemed to him that one way to cause her pain as a slave would be to keep her barefoot and pregnant for the next 15 years or so. She sighed, agreed, flashed an ironic smile, and said that, as bad as that would be, she might prefer having a bunch of children in Bolry for strangers to having a bunch of children in Poland with the hospital director.

A tall hour-glassed figured German woman, Lena, said she was an engineer and claimed to be a feminist. She said that her sponsor was also her boss and her lover and owned a specialty steel company near Stuttgart. Her boss, an older lesbian woman, had persuaded her that she should participate in the Lottery in solidarity with women who had to display their bodies every day to get by and should show that her proud sharply chiseled face, large breasts, thin waist, wide hips and strong shapely legs did not put her above the many women of the world that were forced by circumstances to risk their freedom for cash. Her boss had even put up extra money for her to participate and said she would give 100,000 Euros to a major German feminist organization (the name was too long for me to remember) whether or not Lena came back. Lena also revealed that, out of solidarity with the thousands of women who face torture every day in totalitarian regimes (she did not mention Bolry), she had signed up to take the risk of being a pain slut.

Yegor said that if she lost, she might have her blond pussy hair burned off and would definitely spend much or all of the rest of her life having very rough sex with rich men and might even have a dozen children without having any choice as to who their fathers would be. Lena said she was willing to live with her fate.

I could not understand her position at all. Anders said Lena was a genius, a martyr or, most likely, "eine Vollidiotin." In any case, he'd love to fuck her. He added that he thought he knew Lena's boss and that her boss was bi-sexual, very promiscuous for an older woman, and literally a ballbuster. "If the Lottery accepted male participants, a few other of her employees would be here."

"They are not really thinking of male slaves, are they?" I asked.

Anders said, "There have been jokes about it, but they don't think there would be enough females who would want to pay to use male slaves and homosexuality is illegal in Bolry. You know how fastidious they are about respect for law here. Maybe after they open the Pacific resort."

The Lottery Machine had picked three Americans as the other three of the six for the semi-final. They could not have been more different. I had wondered during the first round about the one with long auburn curly hair in the pin stripe mini-skirt suit and deep cut blouse that showed her ample cleavage. She was certainly incredibly hot even among Lottery participant. She had looked very embarrassed in the topless round but had gently jiggled her breasts to good effect and swayed her hips like a pro even while she blushed. Her look when the Lottery Machine picked her for the nude round, though, was one of shock as all the implications of her immediate future and possible life suddenly struck her.

During the interview, we learned that Laurel is a lawyer who worked for a big firm in New York. Age 37 and divorced twice, she had learned about the Lottery from a very wealthy client who'd dared Laurel to participate. A firm partner had strongly encouraged her to come but she'd done it as a lark and because she was overworked. Asked how she felt now, she said she felt really turned on, embarrassed and stupid and wondered how she'd go back and handle mergers and acquisitions again in Manhattan for customers who had seen her nude. She did not seem worried about losing and something in her tone made it sound like she knew her life had already changed. Something about her was very special.

It struck me that the Lottery risk is actually much higher than one hundredth of a chance of becoming a sex slave. Every woman who reaches even the topless round is likely to be somewhat marked for life among any of her acquaintances who saw her. Unless a woman got out in the first rounds or was already a sex worker, she was pretty much condemned to leaving the circle of acquaintances who had gotten her to the Lottery or being the butt end of jokes and lewd suggestions for years. In particular, I felt I would see Laurel again whatever happened today.

The second American had been captain of the high school cheerleaders and registered nurse until she got into trouble selling drugs on the side. She'd been married to one of the biggest luxury car dealers in the Midwest. Despite her looks, he'd dumped her after he had caught her in bed with several of his salesmen. She'd taken him for all the alimony she could in the divorce, but did not invest the money well, spent a lot, and needed some cash. She'd learned about the Lottery from her ex-husband who said that he'd paid her more than enough already and the opportunity to do this was all he'd give her anymore.

Finally, there was a beautiful but tough looking fairly light skinned thirty-year old African American woman from Oakland, Tanita. Anders said she was "smoking hot." She was a model for sexy undergarments but had run into a little financial trouble after buying a Jaguar and other stuff. She said it was not her style to do work other than modeling. The woman who ran the modeling agency that represented Tanita had heard of the Lottery and showed it to her. Tanita thought she'd have a vacation and earn enough for a few car payments. By the time she got back the modeling agency should have had time to line up some jobs for her. If they hadn't, she'd find a new agency. She gave an angry frown after Yegor said that there was a one sixth chance that she'd be modeling without undergarments for a decade or so.

Tanita also had a small ring through one of her labia as well as a little tattoo on her tight ass of a broken heart labeled "Heartbreaker."

There was something about each of these women that made me want her to lose. I was already oddly happy that they were being put through the nude round embarrassment. I expressed out loud that I wish that someday each of these ladies would have to go down on me while being fucked up the ass by some guy with a really big one. Anders joked that he'd see what he could arrange in six months.

The Lottery Machine spoke and the finalists were Tanita and Lena. Neither took it particularly well, but Tanita seemed furious at someone or something.

Lena had definitely lost her ideological cool for the final round and was nervous as could be. While her mind seemed to race about what had gotten her where she was, she was holding her breath at first when they started to measure her. She then began panting. I am pretty sure that Lena had an involuntary orgasm while they measured the various parts of her genitals and at one point almost went into a swoon. Yeger joked that, as she seemed to have trouble standing, if Lena lost, they would make sure she was horizontal or supported by handcuffs or ropes while she was repeatedly fucked.

In contrast, Tanita had cooled off by the start of the final round. Probably some confused part of her brain was saying that this was just another modeling job and she would soon be home. That is not how it worked out. It was the German engineer who the Lottery Machine said could go home with her money and contemplate the next steps in her life while knowing that a lot of very wealthy people had very intimate knowledge of her life and body. Later, I wondered if she would decide that the Lottery was a horrible risk, and never participate again despite the strange ideas she had in her head. She probably would need to get a new lover and a new job to really get away. On the other hand, might the bizarre thrill she had from coming so close to becoming a pain slut slave become a fixation for her?

Tanita did not have any more decisions to make for a real long time. It seemed to take a while to register on Tanita that the number shown on the Machine meant her life was going to be very different. It probably did not seem that way initially as she was photographed like crazy from every angle before being ushered off for the half hour of preparation. She modeled well without undergarments.

Tanita is not dumb. She did her slave debut as well as most. While she had come on as a princess bitch during the interview, she obviously knew how to give head and definitely got off from the repeated doggy position fucks before modeling for the world in the reverse cowgirl position so good for displaying the woman. She had a big orgasm announcing in a shout, "I'm coming, fuck, I'm coming." At the end, she flashed a big smile into the camera and gave the crowd a farewell jiggle of beautiful dark tipped breasts. I suspect her agent felt she'd gotten Tanita the perfect job, at least from the agent's point of view.

After the show, the first thing that happened is that Anders gave me an orgasm by massaging my clit carefully. I needed that. I gave him a blow job.

Both relieved from the tension caused by the Lottery, Anders asked me how I felt about my life. I said I was fine but I asked him if I would ever stop being a sex slave. He said that he was sure I would someday and that he, Crystal, Svetlana and others would make sure I did not come to a bad end. "But with how beautiful you are at age 30 and all the careful care, diet and exercise you are receiving, you will probably continue to be one of the stars of the resort for another decade or two." I sighed.

"Does that future really bother you?" he asked.

"Not too much," I replied. "I guess the people who said I was made for this are right, but sometimes I wish I were a bit more smart like Crystal."

"I don't know that Crystal is so smart. You will recall that but for the Lottery Machine choosing Veronika at random, Crystal would be a slave now unless Dimitry killed her. I don't think Crystal began to get smart until she watched the crew tear into Irina.

"Also, believe it or not, Crystal often says she wishes she were more like you. Sometimes she even says she envies your current life and wishes she could have fit into what you do. She says this particularly when she is having a hard time in the grad school classes that she is taking in Paris while supposedly getting ready to have our baby.

"Also, there is no reason, Dawn, you could not try to read some books yourself and become a bit less of a bimbo. You have about four months in which you will have no duties other than to have the baby, nurse a bit, pump milk and recover from having the baby. I'll ask Crystal to send you some books she likes that aren't too heavy. The resort is a great place to learn languages. Also, you could write."

"What could I write?" I asked.

Anders replied, "You could start by writing how you became a sex slave and what happened afterward."

So, I did.