The Wild West and Sex Slavery Ch. 04

"I would not say likely. There's always a risk."

"Lena, when are you going to go to the Free American States under God?"

"I have not seriously thought of going," Lena answered." It sounds very risky. They enslave people there," Lena made the latter remark in a ironic tone.

"When has risk ever stopped you from looking into something interesting?" Frau Sprengler said as she dropped Lena off at the Kulture, Sex and Sport offices.

Lena called her husband Herbert to say that she was at work and that due to Angela losing and being sent to the FASUG, Lena would be very late that night. This was not entirely false. She was at work and, as a result of Angela losing, Lena was so randy that nothing less than a full night of intense shagging would do.

In less than an hour, Lena drafted an article on the August paintball duel that made clear the Angela had gone into the duels with her eyes wide open. Lena did not directly describe the gang bang but mentioned that Angela was the center of celebrations held after the duels. She also wrote that Angela did not seem unhappy with the prospect of her new life. Lena worried that this might encourage some women to participate in the duels but she had to write the truth.

Although Lena was nearly certain that Angela had been set up to lose with Clit Eastwood and Leanna Van Cleft intentionally losing until they fought Angela, she decided not to mention that detail. Where was the scandal there? A woman who knowingly signed up to play a ridiculous game with a huge downside took on a bit more risk than had been fully disclosed? Neck was right that no one had broken any stated rules.

Lena ate a bit after she finished the draft article. She could not eat much. She was just too excited about what might happen that night at the party.

Eva had told Lena to arrive at the Spass Hotel at 23:00. That is just when Lena arrived wearing the jean cut offs, "Good girls go to Heaven, Bad girls go Everywhere" T-Shirt, and flip flops she'd worn to the duels. Lena knocked on the unnumbered door to the left of Rm 1112. The door opened seemingly by itself to show a blank black screen. Lena said, "Is someone here" and leaned in tentatively before a bag of some sort was dropped over her head, she was pulled in, her T-Shirt was ripped over her head, and her cut offs and thong were pulled down. Seconds later, handcuffs were on her wrists in front of her, something hanging from above was attached to the cuffs and her arms were pulled up. Her legs were spread and attached to some things on the floor. Lena had hardly had time to scream before the covering was pulled away from her head and she was facing stage lights so bright that they prevented her from seeing anyone beyond the lights.

Nothing happened for minutes. It seemed that whoever was behind this stunt was feasting on Lena's nakedness and helplessness.

It was quite a sight. Lena's body had naturally matured since she was Angela's age, but her full breasts sagged ever so slightly and in a way such that many would find them even more attractive. Even her nether regions were of the soft but gentle compactness that some achieved only with plastic surgery, but Lena was all natural from head to toe.

With nothing to see and trying to avoid looking into the harsh lights, Lena looked down. She thought about how she was nude and in bondage a lot, a lot more than she sought out. Of course, she knew why in a sense. She kept putting herself in situations in which she would risk being captured, restrained and displayed, and there were many things about her in addition to her beauty that made people want to do this. But she'd not done anything intentionally to get this treatment in this particular case.

Finally, a voice rang out, "Schlampe (slut), Hure (whore)." The voice had been fed through some sort of device to conceal the identity of the speaker and sound extremely sinister. "Your fate rests on you giving correct answers to our questions.

"First, do you confess to being a vile seducer of men and women who led them to doom and captivity?"

Thinking the whole situation was a joke, Lena briefly thought of playing along but instead simply said, "Nein."

Immediately a whip crossed her back which caused Lena to utter a short welp. Another two lashes immediately followed.

"Do you admit that many who have come into contact with you have been ruined?" the voice echoed out.

Lena gave an honest answer, "I admit that many people I have investigated have been revealed to be criminals or scoundrels, but that is part of my job."

Suddenly some electric device touched Lena's left nipple causing her to gasp and shake her torso.

"Do you admit that many of those who have worked with you have been led to death, grave injury, or slavery?"

Lena had to take this question seriously because it raised a serious question, even though she still thought that this whole thing could not be serious. Surely Eva had not turned her over to some sort of inquisition and kidnapping, even if Eva and Lena had not always been friendly. Also, if they intended to kidnap her, whoever was running this show would not have set up this silly inquisition. Lena had been kidnapped before, with a tracking device in her vagina that allowed the Lebanese authorities to catch the kidnappers, and the kidnappers certainly had not paused to bandy words with her.

Lena answered, "I am very sorry to say that a number of people who I have worked with have suffered as a result of actions for which I was not responsible."

A flogger was slapped across her back, a riding crop crossed her belly, and an electric prod touched her right breast. Lena squirmed, and her breasts shook like jelly while her hips moved in an animate manner that many would find erotic.

"Did you enjoy watching a staff reporter under your supervision get fucked repeatedly by eleven men?" the voice asked, again in a prosecutorial tune.

"I did not tell Angela to enter the Winnetou paintball duels; in fact, I told her bluntly that it was unwise for her to do so."

A riding crop was brought up suddenly between Lena's thighs, hard against her naked sex.

Lena screamed.

"Saying what you told Angela is not an answer to the question. The question is whether you enjoyed watching Angela be gang fucked before being led off to a life of sex slavery."

Lena remained silent. Any honest answer she would have given would have been very complicated.

The electric device was applied to the most intimate place where the riding crop had struck before the voice boomed out, "Do you wish you could have been in Angela's place."

Lena could not have given a simple answer to this question either and did not see how a long explanation that she enjoyed watching but that sex slavery did not fit with her hopes or vision of her purpose in life would help her. An electrical device touched her right nipple before a riding crop struck her lower back and derriere repeatedly.

Lena felt that the joke was being taken a bit far.

"Do you admit that in justice, you should be sold, branded, forced to fuck strangers for decades and have a dozen or more children by men, not of your choosing?"

Lena still hoped this was all a joke and answered glibly, "That is hardly likely. I will be 35 next week. I'm a bit old for more than a couple children."

The voice gave an evil chuckle. "You obviously have not studied modern developments in fertility treatment. No matter, you will learn.

"In penitence for your sins, will you go on the plane tomorrow in place of Angela to be auctioned, branded, forced into sex slavery and bred for twenty years?"

Now unsure if this was a real effort to get her to go in Angela's place or a joke, Lena answered, "Of course not willingly."

"Perhaps you have no choice," the voice rang out with an eerie echo effect to add to the other Wizard of Oz type sound effects.

There was a pause, and two large masked men detached Lena's arms from whatever was holding them from above. For a moment, Lena thought that she might be bundled off to captivity.

But it was a joke.

The voice laughed and rang out, "This villainous wench deserves to burn. Burn her ladies and gentlemen in the full fire of your lusts and passions."

The spotlights were turned off, normal overhead lights were turned on, and Lena could see that she was in some sort of large storage room containing numerous hotel maid carts, folding beds, luggage stands, and other assorted hotel equipment in various stages of repair and disrepair.

Lena also saw Teufel, Giftig and Eva. Teufel was in red leather leggings that exposed his testicles and fully erect penis. Giftig, with bright orange hair, was nude holding a whip above her head. Eva was also nude and holding a riding crop and an electro-shock device. Sitting on chairs all around Lena were Killer, Jack Colby, Neck, Dr. Galton, nurse Nancy Rose, Max, Moritzia, and two men Lena did not know, except she thought they were friends of Eva.

Seconds later, Lena felt a bed pushed up against the back of her thighs, her legs detached from the floor, and Teufel and Giftig pushing her on her back onto the folding bed. Eva held her arms at the top of the bed as Teufel and Giftig each took one of her legs and spread Lena's thighs. She was held down in this way for several minutes to allow everyone to enjoy the view.

Killer had the honor of being the first to fuck her. He shoved his penis that Lena thought was so beautiful into her pussy and grabbed her breasts. After this harsh start, he stopped briefly and then began to move his cock ever so slowly in and out. Lena moved the best she could to meet each of his mini-thrusts and began chanting "verbrenne mich" (burn me). Killer, though, had decided on a slow burn and, after the violent entry, ever so gently moved his fingernails over her nipples, barely touching them but causing a wave of tension that travelled down to meet the exquisite teasing arousal of his cock on Lena's G-spot and clit.

Eva, Teufel and Giftig moved away. There was not the least need for further restraint.

As primed and multi-orgasmic as Lena was, Lena could not make it over the top for what seemed an eternity. She was not trying. Catching Killer's intention, she pushed back against him with the same restraint that he was exercising. But then Killer simply stopped hard with his cock as deeply into her as any cock had been. Lena pushed vigorously against that militarily disciplined firmness and went over the top with an orgasm that seems to radiate from her G-spot up to the nipples that Killer was gently touching and back down to her clitoris again. Lena's contorted face and sounds of ecstasy left the audience in no doubt as to what had happened.

Despite Lena's contractions around his member, Killer was not done. As Lena panted and blushed, Killer began again to move gently in and out. Soon Lena was building again and wrapped her legs around him. "Fick mich and let me have your essence," Lena said before she began to work her pussy on Killer as vigorously as she could. Killer responded with strokes that were not gentle but swift. He came just as Lena reached her second powerful orgasm. Killer seemed to fire seed in her much longer than possible, and they both collapsed into each other in exhaustion.

The crowd had watched but did not come just to watch. Giftig watched Killer and Lena while bouncing up and down on Neck's cock on a nearby bed. Teufel's cock was up the ass of one of the men that Lena had not known. Moritzia's head was between Eva's thighs during most of the time, and the other man that Lena did not know was vigorously fucking nurse Nancy Rose Lee doggy style with her body supported by a hotel maid chart covered in pillows. Only Jack Colby and Max were holding themselves in reserve.

Colby and Max only had to wait until the end of a short break, during which refreshments were served, and Lena cleaned up slightly. Her handcuffs removed, Lena was placed face forward on a padded bar, formerly the top of a bed headboard, supported by two maid carts. Her breasts hung on either side of the bar, her head was without support, her pussy and ass were sticking out where everyone could access them. When she felt the lubrication pushed up her anus and saw Max pointing his hairless cock in her face, Lena knew what was coming next.

Spit roasted with Jack Colby's large cock up her ass, Jack squeezing her breasts with little respect, and Max' cock in her mouth, Lena felt more like a passive sex toy than a participant. Nonetheless, after swallowing Max's semen, Lena had her third orgasm of the night with Colby pounding her ass.

Before the dawn came, Lena had brought Eva and Nancy Rose Lee off with her tongue and been serviced similarly herself by Moritzia and Eva. Jack Colby and Dr. Galton had put sperm in her pussy while causing her additional orgasms. She could not help seeing that Killer had also had PIV sex with Eva whose score for the evening was not much behind Lena's.

Finally, everyone was exhausted, and the orgy ended with hydration and numerous showers in room 1112 next to the storage room.

Lena headed for home in a cab. Lena thought that she'd better give Herbert a blow job when he woke up to keep him from asking questions about why it took her so long to write a short article on the paintball gun duel.

Lena thought for the first time what Angela might be thinking when she got up for the airplane to take her to slavery. If Angela's whole-hearted acceptance of the gang bang and what it symbolized was any indication, Angela thought that spending the next twenty years as a sex object and breeder was a perfectly acceptable life. Lena doubted that Angela would feel that way as she rode the plane to Memphis, but what did Lena know? If that was what Angela wanted, that would explain why Angela blithely went into the duels. While the duels were not exactly "death or glory," maybe Angela was happy to be a sex slave if she could not be a rich daredevil.

And what was wrong with what Angela had done anyway? She would be taken care of carefully, and Angela certainly knew how to enjoy a lot of sex with strangers. Maybe all that meat and no potatoes were fine, and who was Lena to object.

Readings of philosophy came back to her. Aristotle said the purpose of life was happiness, but he did not equate happiness with simply a full stomach and a lot of orgasms. No, happiness included flourishing and being worthy of happiness. The damn German universities still discussed Kant and all his talk of duty. Then Lena remembered that such thinkers would all be appalled at Lena's adultery and lifestyle. But why should she care what these old patriarchal thinkers thought? Then her mind drifted back to her great journalistic crusades as she got out of the cab, hoping to get into bed with Herbert without waking him up.