The Wild West and Sex Slavery Ch. 04

Neck and Lena were both annoyed and neither felt the least bit guilty. Jack Colby smirked while starring at Lena's breasts and imagining how her nipples would feel in his mouth.

"Reverend, I hope you are not plannin to judge the men who will be takin part in the activities today," Neck said.

"No, I am not. What happens here and on the boats is between those participating and the Lord."

Neck next beamingly told Rev. Powell how great the paintball duels were for the Free State's economy. Powell wanted to know how much was being paid into the Free State's treasury per year. "So much sin, has to pay a pretty high tax is what God tells me," Powell said.

Lena ignored that talk and sat thinking that Angela still had a decent chance of ending the day a free woman. Even if Lena's suspicions were correct that Neck or someone else was paying extremely skillful paintball gunfighters to lose until they met the target woman and that Angela was the target, Angela would probably have two or three duels with women who were not among the fastest guns in the contest. Angela was not among the best, but if she met one of the women who were as bad as her in the early rounds, it would not matter if Neck arranged for her to meet a skillful gunfighter in the last round.

There are only maybe nine of the women that Angela certainly can't beat, Lena thought, which means she ought to get into at least one winnable duel. Angela might get as many as three chances before getting to one of Neck's ringers.

In any case, Lena thought, there was no more reason to weep for Angela if she lost than for any of the other contestants. In fact, the other women probably had better reasons not to spend twenty years as a sex slave than Angela.

It's not like Angela is participating in the duels to support her aging parents, Lena thought. Angela had alienated her family by working her way through Hochschule as a stripper and escort and not looked back.

Lena could not avoid thinking about the fact that she was also sort of socially isolated. She'd alienated the people she'd known as a child through her bizarre investigations that frequently involved risking her life and almost always involved her using her beauty and seduction skills. Lena did have friends in her profession and in the BDSM club but little family that would weep if she were gone. Otherwise, Lena thought, she would not have taken so many chances. She was not even sure if Herbert would feel sad or liberated if a rocket went off next to where Lena was describing a war crime for the ARD or some other broadcaster.

I could not blame him for not caring much about me, Lena thought. I married him young to get out of an abusive relationship, thinking the abusive jerk would give up if I was married. That worked, but I was left with dear old school friend, Herbert, who never sparked my flint. Now there is Killer Lewis, a handsome man to die for, maybe even live for.

Angela's first match was against Katerina Earpski. That was bad luck Lena thought. Earpski was now at 4 wins and 1 loss. The program did not say to whom Earpski had lost but Lena suspected it was to one of the superstars. Sure enough, after the music ended and the shooting started, Earpski was celebrating another early victory and Angela was changing her white torso suit for one that did not have a big red paint stain on it.

Angela's second duel was against Clit Ostwood who, like Leanna Van Cleft, had had a sloppy duel in the first round, losing to Kitty Carsonari. Ostwood had recovered her best stuff when she faced Angela "Angel Eyes." Lena was now sure she was right about the German Ostwood and the Dutch woman Leanna Van Cleft.

Downstairs, changing her body suit again, Angela had to admit to herself that that bitch Lena seemed to have been right about everything. While Van Cleft was trying to act like she was playing with an injury or a hangover or both, Angela knew that Van Cleft would likely recover if she faced Angela. Angela had to win the next duel.

Except for Van Cleft, the women in the second to last round were about who you'd expect. Against Angela was the rookie who Neck had found to replace Frenchy after July, an English woman who called herself Billie the Babe. Billie had lost badly to Wild Betty her first match but lost to Belle Stern by a millisecond in her second duel. Billie did not know that she had to win this match or face Van Cleft in the final when Van Cleft was no longer pretending to have a bad day. Billie went into her third duel worried but thinking she only had to beat one of two women who weren't terribly good, at least not this Saturday.

Whether the extra pressure Angela felt was determinative or not, no one will ever be able to say. Billie beat Angela to the draw and splashed a big red paintball on Angela's left breast as Angela was firing her round which hit Billie, but too late.

Angela's reaction was strange. First, there was a look of horror. Then she looked up at Lena who was trying to look upset while covering a smirk. Angela stuck out her tongue at Lena and gave her the finger.

Lena looked over at Neck as Angela walked to the dressing room to see him smiling like he'd just won the lottery. Lena was certain she'd soon see Angela with multiple cocks thrusting into her.

Angela on the other hand thought of how she really should have beaten Earpski and that there was no excuse to losing to Billie the Babe. Now, she thought that there was a chance that Leanna Van Cleft really was having a bad day or that maybe, just maybe, she could beat her anyway. Anything is possible.

As Angela got in position for the duel, Van Cleft made a show of having a big glass of water and saying she felt much better. Apparently, she and Neck did not want to make their arrangements too obvious. They didn't fool Lena, though, who immediately asked Neck the earliest that it would be possible to visit Angela on whatever sex boat she went to and whether he was going with her to the place Angela's gang bang would be held. "Probably November an Yes Mame," was Neck's answer.

The full show was going with all the music and drama as Angel Eyes and Van Cleft approached each other. Van Cleft did not waste time and drew as soon as Angela was within a comfortable range. Van Cleft did not bother to make it seem like a near thing.

Van Cleft shot Angela directly on her left tit before Angela had time to react. Just to show off, Van Cleft then hit Angela in the right tit, and shooting behind her back, Van Cleft hit directly on the material over Angela labia. "Two tits and a pussy, that's all you are now" seemed to be the message.

In the stands, Neck frowned thinking that Van Cleft's unsportsmanlike conduct would come back to haunt him. Karma or somethin like that, he thought.

Angela made a nervous laugh as Killer and Dr. Galton walked her off the field. She was still thinking about how she should have beaten Earpski or Billie the Babe. Not even every stitch of clothing being removed from her body, being placed on a toilet, and being given a big glass of water to drink so she would not dehydrate during the hours of sex brought Angela's mind to the present reality and her future.

During the walk with Neck to where the gangbang would occur, Lena thought back. She'd said she had been in several gang bangs herself but had she really? She'd had multiple men in one night many times but that was not what is meant by a gangbang. When she worked as a prostitute to break up the Romanian sex slave ring, she had accommodated eight or nine men in a party once or twice. When she did her investigation of sex in Berlin, she had been fucked by a party of 14 men but that was only because the other two women who were supposed to show up didn't make it because of the S-Bahn they were taking breaking down in the middle of nowhere.

There was the platoon during the war but that was a gang rape rather than a gang bang and, despite her general recklessness, Lena did not like to think about the gang rape in the eastern village or the fact that she nearly got killed. The first two soldiers were brutal but, when the officers reached the air raid shelter in which she'd been caught, she managed to make friends with the lieutenant. He responded by letting her clean up the best she could and taking his time in his assault on her. Her orgasm surprised her as did the fact that she managed to enjoy the sex with the next five guys who took her in a circumstance that both traumatized and shocked her. I must be sick, she thought then and still thought, but maybe it can be a useful form of sick for her, Lena thought.

Lena firmly believed the fact that she had cooperated in her ravishment caused the platoon to leave her alive in the shelter when they had to retreat. Lena then thought back on what she'd been told had happened to one of her mother's grandmothers in Berlin in 1945.

Arriving at the gangbang room, Lena and Neck took seats in the back of the room where Angela would be the guest of honor. Two women, obviously prostitutes, and a nurse were already in the room as were eleven guys milling around in little or no clothing.

"The women from St. Pauli are fluffers," Neck said. "One of em says she knows Angela."

Lena asked Neck, "When a woman organizes a gangbang for herself, generally she gives stage directions. Obviously, that is not possible for your gangbangs, do the guys work out what they are going to do?"

"We give em clear instructions on what they are not supposed to do, which basically comes down to not doin anything that has the least chance of harmin the property. It's three hours of sex but we spread it over four hours to give time for two thirty-minute breaks to give everyone time to recover.

"Each guy might come three times if he wants to. That's a lot of fuckin for the woman and we have to make sure she don't get hurt. After Dr. Galton and Killer arrive with Angela, there will be three people here whose main job is to make sure that nothin happens to Angela that will decrease her sales price."

Neck explained further, "We sell services sort of like the airlines. You pay to fly first-class, you get a better seat and choices. First shot at the woman's pussy cost more than sloppy number ten or fucking her mouth.

"This one, though, is a bit different. It's eleven guys from the Free States who came over to Europe on a tour package. They decided to collectively buy all the seats and somehow took it in their heads to see with their first round how much semen they could feed into the pussy of the loser. So, the men's first round is goin to get real sloppy, I'd say disgustin, by the end. They've arranged who gets to do what in the second and third rounds. Dr. Galton and Nurse Nancy Rose Lee were told the whole scheme and they are explainin it all to Angie about now as Angie gets ready for her big entrance."

THOROUGHLY FUCKED

Lena had not expected Angela to pretend to be some sort of innocent victim, but Angela's totally wanton behavior surprised even Lena.

Angela walked in a door in the back of the room, looked at eleven nude men, smiled, said, "you have all come here for me, how darling," laid back on a couch in the room, said, "A hard man is good to find, fill me up," and spread her thighs in the most welcoming manner imaginable with her legs forming a V in the air. Her triangle of light brown pubic hair pointed to the target if there was ever any doubt. Her labia and inner lips were moist, and It seemed the opening to her vagina was even open, but Lena could not see that clearly.

Neck exclaimed "Holy shit" as the men lined up to fuck Angela. Lena thought she should have known that Angela of all women would adjust to the situation quickly. She also thought that she should have gotten Angela into the Justines Club and into bed while she still had the chance. Lena wondered if Angela had ever been fisted.

A large firm cushion was pushed under Angela's hips so that her pussy was higher than the rest of her body. As the sex began, it was as though some demon had taken hold of Angela. Without any drugs or magic, she received every cock that entered her like a gift from the gods, worked her pussy against the man like she was as hungry for his sperm as a woman could be. Angela panted, wrapped her legs and arms around every man, came with a loud gasp and a groan four or five times, and shouted "fick mich" or "fuck me" at the next guy in line as soon as the last one had withdrawn.

When the eleventh man had deposited his seed in Angela's womb, Angela closed her eyes, laid her head back and rested. When the cushion under her hips was removed, a torrent of cream began to flow from between Angela's legs.

Lena was both disgusted and envious.

Lena reflected on the biology she'd learned. Competition between sperm is an established fact among primates that are not monogamous, Lena thought. Homo sapiens are thought to be moderately polyandrous. What a war must be going on within Angela's womb, but the poor little things will not find a fertile egg as I'm sure Angela is on some form of birth control. But that will not be true for long. Will Angela welcome pregnancy as she welcomed the parade of cocks today?

It is so strange, Lena thought, women hate sperm. One little sperm can change their whole lives in a way that many women would hate. Yet they also want the stuff terribly and it seems it can be healthy. Having access to the nasty stuff makes a woman queen of one sort of contest. Women buy shampoo that looks like semen as if to tell themselves and the whole world that they are such hot babes that they can attract enough men that they can use semen to wash their hair.

Angela had a towel to reduce how much she dripped on the way to the bathroom. After thirty minutes, Angela returned.

When she emerged, she saw the two fluffers that the Wallace Import Company had thoughtfully hired to assist men in achieving and maintaining erections. One of the two St Pauli girls hired for this job, Rodica, knew Angela back when she was a stripper and made some small talk with Angela as Rodica worked a penis between her ample breasts before directing the hardened member into Angela.

"Great to see you again Angie. Doesn't seem the journalism degree will be too important for a while," Rodica giggled out in a way that made clear that she did not think Angela had lost much.

"No," Angela replied with a smile and a giggle, "Now, give me that cock."

Angela's second round through all those pricks involved anal and three or four blow jobs. It started with a double penetration with a guy laying on the bed so Angela could ride him cowgirl style before she was pushed forward. The guy in front of her had begun fondling one of her tits while swirling his tongue around the other one when her anus was lubricated and a large cock was inserted. The guys having had an orgasm a half hour before, took their time this time. This gave Angela time to have a screaming orgasm before a third guy stuck a cock in her mouth. A few minutes later, Angela had three fresh doses of jism.

Angela still seemed to be enjoying herself at the end of the second round, but Lena had had enough as a spectator. I do not understand how people enjoy watching other people have sex. I want to be part of the action or doing my research and writing she thought.

Lena also thought that there was something wrong with Angela obviously enjoying so much being a sex toy and something wrong with Angela not being horrified by the prospect of twenty years of being a breeding sex object appreciated only for her purely feminine traits. Pleasure for pleasure's sake had a strong but controlled role in Lena's world. As wild and licentious as Lena was, there was also a sense of duty and work ethic about her. It might even be a bit of the puritan notion that pleasure for its own sake was somehow evil that troubled Lena although she would deny it.

It's true that I have put myself into positions as bad as Angela did, Lena thought. I often act as promiscuously as Angela did and I often enjoy sex with strangers as much as Angela, but except at the Club and a few other occasions, I do it for a cause and not just for pleasure. But maybe I am the Vollidiotin.

Leaving to meet Frau Sprengler, her ride back to Hamburg, Lena got a call. She had been looking forward to a call from Killer to discuss where they would meet that night. Instead she got a call from Eva Verte telling her of a party to which she was invited and some of the details. "Killer will be there. Knock on the unnumbered door to the left of room 1112," Eva said.

RELIEVED

Frau Sprengler had spent the time during the gangbang interviewing Reverent Harry Powell and his aide, Jack Colby. Lena's thinking during the ride back was confused and contradictory.

Frau Sprengler spoke as she drove about what Lena should write about what happened with Angela and insisted on having enough time to read and think about the story before it was published. Angela had lost and been the enthusiastic center of a very messy gangbang. Angela was now presumably resting before her flight to the auction block in Memphis where the sex boats would bid on who would acquire her as a business asset and even brand her. How to explain this in a clear but discreet way would not be easy.

Frau Sprengler also spoke of what Kulture, Sex and Sport would do to replace Angela, but Lena was not really listening.

Lena had watched Angela lose four duels. Lena had watched Angela take 11 cocks multiple times. It seemed Angela had lost her mind from the contest and the sex. Although Lena knew it was impossible, it seemed that Angela had been in a state of almost non-stop ecstasy. I'm sure her orgasms were distinct for her, but her breathing and other movements ran from one orgasm to another, Lena thought.

Lena was less enthusiastic about other elements of what happened to Angela. That Angela completely cooperated in all of the action and worked to get every bit of pleasure she could was both a turn on and a turn off. Angela was pure sex object, the perfect fuck doll. That subjectively Angela was obviously experiencing climax after climax made it much better, or was it worse? Angela could not control what was happening to her body and it seemed she also had no control over what happened in her mind.

The big issue for Lena was now her evening. She had had a wonderful night with Killer on Thursday but suspected he'd been in Eva's bed earlier in the week. It bothered her that it bothered her that Killer was probably sleeping with Eva too. Is this love or jealousy? Am I becoming bourgeois?

There was a somewhat mysterious party planned for the evening. The Club was too hot given the lack of air conditioning, but Eva had invited her to a party. Eva said that she and Club leaders Giftig and Teufel had rented a hotel suite near St. Pauli with air conditioning. Lena knew the hotel to be clean but not terribly respectable. Killer and a few other men would be there as well as Teufel. Lena knew it was ridiculous to trust any of those people some of whom had grudges against her. Would she be tied up and put on the plane next to Angela? No, that was not likely. Anyway, Lena knew that she would go to the party whether it was a smart thing to do or not.

Lena focused again on what Frau Sprengler was saying after Frau Sprengler said, "Lena, what are you working on yourself?"

"I do not want to go into the details now, but there is more than meatpacking going on at 4th Empire Meatpacking."

"Please, not another tirade against eating meat. Meat consumption is already a fraction of what it once was given the crop failures, prices and restrictions. Most Germans are down to eating meat two or three times a week."

"No, Marlene, this time the meatpacking plant is being used for something far worse."

"Are you likely to get killed, Lena?"