Sex Slave Lottery Ch 05 06

2020 edit of Chapters 05-06

Chapter 5

Taking bigger risks

After Crystal's fifth lottery without us and our experiences at home, Stacy and I both received emails from the Lottery asking us to participate again. The email to me said that just to get me back in the game, they would offer $11,000. The email also said that if I wanted to apply to participate like Crystal did as a potential chattel slave, they could offer me a lot more money. They wrote further that there was talk of allowing women to skip to the third round for still more money.

I applied to do what I thought Crystal was doing, playing for everything and skipping the first round, just to see what kind of money that would bring. The number that came back the next day was $90,000. Not wanting to risk having a crowd of guys take joy in watching me subjected to serious pain or injury, I sent back that I was willing to try skipping the first round but only to risk becoming a sex slave.

I got back a sort of scolding response saying that this wasn't an auction and I should not have applied to participate as a potential chattel slave if I did not mean it. I wrote back that that it would take a lot more than $90,000 to get me to take the risk of having no more rights than a chicken. I was hoping that the Lottery would not come back with a higher offer for me to risk everything. It did not. Instead the Lottery offered me $30,000 to skip the first round and greatly increase my risk of becoming a sex slave.

Stacy called to say that she was thinking of accepting the money to skip the first round. I said I was also and we both signed up again.

Crystal had come home after her last lottery for a few weeks and urged Stacy and I to go on. She was quite full of herself and all the money she'd made. "Bless your heart, Dawn, staying in Texas and worrying about me while trying to be a good girl but don't you think you should take the easy money while you can?"

I did not have any trouble in getting Mr. Anderson to give me time off to go to Bolry. He even offered to let me take enough time to participate in the lottery a few times before coming back. If I'd thought he cared about making more money, I'd have thought he was selling tickets to his friends to watch us at his home.

Anderson hired Stacy as a receptionist as there was no way she could take more time off the job she had. Anyway, with $30,000 more in the bank, she would be safe financially for a while. Course, money can't protect you from stupid like we were.

Crystal suggested that we do something to arrange to transfer our money if we lost. She said a sister of hers would get her money even though she did not see the sister much. Somehow, Stacy and I had never thought of what would happen to our money if we lost. I left arrangements allowing Stacy to take my money if I never came back and Stacy did the same for me.

The next Lottery I was pretty nervous about skipping the first round but really it was no worse than losing a first round and I'd done that twice and survived. As it happened, all three of us got off in the second round.

A somewhat aristocratic Argentinian woman seemed horrified as the Lottery Machine called out her number for the nude round and practically broke down as she was measured during the final round. Somehow, though, something clicked in her mind after she lost. She did a mental U-turn and, during her debut, seemed completely thrilled to become a sex slave. I did not understand what she kept saying while one man after another entered her but I expect it was something like "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." Svetlana was very pleased.

Stacy, Crystal and I decided to see the country as we waited a couple weeks for the next Lottery. Outside the capital, which except for the hotel and the studio was sort of a boring modern industrial city, the country was rather pretty with mountains and a coast on the sea. Surprisingly, we didn't see any oil rigs.

Walking on the beach, we came to a fence behind which stood a beautiful large resort facility on the sea. We tried to ask at the gate what the place was but no one could speak English. The guards made clear we could not come inside. We did see some very expensive cars drive in.

Back in the capital city, we met a number of people connected with the Lottery and had a fine dinner with Svetlana and a couple of her friends, women our age. One of Svetlana's friends, Irina, spoke many languages including English. The other one, Julia, did not speak English. Svetlana said she was now pretty rich but still wanted to participate in lotteries. She was not sure how long that the Lottery would pay her, now in her 40s, to risk becoming a sex slave and was afraid she'd have to risk everything if she wanted to keep having the thrill of risking a lot.

Julia and Irina were also quite attractive and said they would be in the next Lottery. Irina with her jet-black hair and violet blue eyes seemed like she came out of a fairy tale. Irina was very reserved, spoke with a very serious and modest tone, and seemed to develop a bond with Crystal. Julia seemed like a party girl and giggled a lot. We toasted to none of us losing.

Later, Svetlana mentioned that Irina was the youngest child of a former Soviet governor and first leader of Bolry, Alexander Orsinov, who had been very brutal. Irina was widely believed in Bolry to be a sadistic "ice queen" herself, but Svetlana thought that that was a lie. I did not think such pretty blue eyes could kill.

I later heard rumors Irina had been present when her father died while "interrogating" a female dissident. I later mentioned the rumor to Svetlana. She said that if Irina was with her father, it was not to help him torture anyone and that the dissident had been her best friend. "Irina does not talk about it with anyone, her father and her best friend died, what really happened was covered up, even the identity of the dissident, and the rumors were all started by men who took away the bodies and the other evidence and later talked too much after too much vodka."

Svetlana also told us that Dimitry's last name was Tolski and that he was the younger brother of Pyotr Tolski. That figured.

None of the three HCHs got close to losing any of the Lotteries for the next months. Svetlana did get down to being one of the final 6 again and we were relieved to learn that at least that night she was only risking becoming a sex slave. Connie participated a few more times before announcing she had had enough.

One of the young friends of Svetlana who had been at our table, Julia, became a sex slave the third time she participated. Bad luck. She smiled very sweetly as she headed out the door that would take her to a life of providing pleasure for rich men. We got to watch her initial work as a sex slave also, as veterans were allowed to watch the special program after the contest was over. She was bent over a padded bar and, as her full breasts hung below her, she was entered and vigorously pounded from behind in both holes repeatedly and took one guy in her mouth during the show. When her mouth was not full, she giggled a lot.

Svetlana said the fact that Julia was so good proved again that the systems she'd devised were working to choose the best participants. I was not sure what that was about but figured I must have been chosen the same way.

After months of just being in lotteries, working out and traveling, we all went home. Mr. Anderson said we could have our jobs back if we wanted them. Stacy and I did that at first. It was hard, though, to get up every morning to make a fraction of what we'd made just standing on a stage for a few minutes.

Another problem was that, while we all had over $200,000 in the bank (Crystal maybe over $500,000), we wanted lifestyles that would require a lot more than that. Crystal was already making plans to go back to Bolry, but even Stacy and I after a few weeks of boredom and watching our bank accounts decline, were quite receptive when the three of us received a new communication from Bolry. The message said:

As you must realize, different women are offered different amounts to participate in the Lottery based on what we believe they will accept and what we believe our audience desires. Also, we at the Lottery work hard to please our audience and offer new products when they are demanded. You three ladies have attracted a broad following and many of our customers have expressed a great desire to see you take greater risks together and have offered money for you to do so. Accordingly, at this time, we are extending an offer to Stacy and Dawn of $120,000 to participate in the Lottery risking becoming a sex slave and starting in the third (or topless) round and offering $240,000 to Crystal to risk becoming a chattel slave, also starting in the third round. If less than all three of you accept our offer, a lesser sum will be offered to any who remain interested. Also, if all three agree to participate for two Lotteries on the basis described before, we will pay $300,000 each to Stacy and Dawn (if they do not become sex slaves) and $600,000 to Crystal (if she does not become a chattel slave)

This definitely gave us something to think about. It was flattering in a sick and bizarre way to be offered so much for our bodies. Still, with the 1/12th chance of not coming back and a 1/4th chance that at least of one of us would not be, I was reluctant. Crystal immediately said she'd take it. We then re-read the second paragraph and realized that we were being offered a real bundle to agree to take the risk twice together. But that meant that there was a one sixth chance of me losing and an even chance that at least one of us would not be seeing Texas for a while again. Crystal again said we should take it. Stacy and I looked around the room. I said "ok" right after Stacy did.

Third Round Starters

We did not have to worry about what to wear the first two rounds in these lotteries. We got to start out showing two of our best assets. On the show, Dimitry explained why we appeared in round 3 after we were joined by nine women who had not escaped in round 2. One of them was the Belgian woman, Amber. I recognized four of the other eight women and I later learned that the four I did not know were all women in the Lottery for the first or second time.

We performed like we knew we should in the third round and the Lottery Machine did its work. This time Stacy and I were excused and it was Crystal in big trouble.

Stacy and I studied Crystal intensely as she thrust out her breasts for the semi-final round and let the camera scan her nude pussy. When Dimitry asked how many times she had participated, she honestly said that she'd lost count. After disclosing that this was the first time she'd reached this round and that she was playing with everything at risk, Dimitry asked her why she was willing to keep on doing that. Crystal answered that the money was nice but if she were honest, she'd have to admit that she also played for the thrill of her life being totally at the whim of sadists. Dimitry asked if she was thrilled now and she said that indeed her heart was pounding like it had not done for a long while and she'd never felt more sexually aroused and alive. Dimitry asked if she knew there were no limits on chattel slavery and she might well be fucked by a regiment of men, branded or subjected to all sorts of agony if she lost. Crystal answered that those possibilities were less bad than possibilities she had imagined herself.

Stacy and I exchanged looks of amazement. Our mutual friend was one crazy rodeo queen.

The Lottery Machine put out numbers. Crystal was not among the two. In the final round a blue-eyed brunette Ukrainian woman became a sex slave. She took the Lottery Machine's decision like she would be attending her third-choice college because she hadn't taken high school grades seriously enough. She seemed to spread her legs extra wide for the 5 guys who took her afterwards and opened her mouth wide with her eyes closed during her climaxes.

We now had two weeks to hang around Bolry as none of us could think of anything we wanted to do much more than swim in the hotel pool, get great massages and facials, and eat the tasty food in the hotel restaurant. We were not surprised to see porn available on our televisions or to recognize some of the women in the porn movies. Indeed, it seems the "special viewings" run 24/7 for those who subscribe and showed re-runs of past lotteries and movies of current sex slaves in action. Julia and another woman made a very pretty pair going down on each other before they were joined by a couple studs with very ample cocks who fucked the pair silly. They then sucked the guys' cocks clean and worked them to another erection so that each of the studs could have the woman he hadn't had the first time.

It looked like they were having fun. This was comforting but it was less comforting to know that if I lost, my naked pussy would be shown in action to thousands of people around the world including Mr. Anderson and his friends.

We were pleased to see Svetlana and the other of her friends, Irina, were still available to have dinner. We were surprised to see Connie. She was also invited to dinner, as was Amber.

Over dinner we learned that this next lottery was really being billed as something special and the Lottery was even charging a special premium for viewing. They had spent a lot to get American women and women from wealthier circumstances. In addition to the three of us, Connie had been coaxed out of retirement with a large cash inducement. Svetlana was in as a local favorite and the sheik's second expendable wife, Alya, made up the six who were skipping to the third round.

A few other Arabic princess types had been induced to come in at the round two level and it was said that the second wife of Bolry dictator Pyotr Tolski, Alina, was even coming in at the second level. Reportedly, his current wife, Veronika, had set that up. Amber was also coming in during the second round as well as a Russian movie starlet who looked great but could not act and a similarly talented American starlet.

The math was now quite complicated with 24 women in the first round taking a chance of being one of the 6 women in the second round, who had not skipped to that round, with only six of those 12 joining us third round. It hurt my head, but Crystal said it worked out very closely with the odds before for those not electing to take more risk, and that with only 36 women participating in the lottery, the company was probably not spending too much more in total on participants even though they were paying some of them a lot more than usual. I thought it was great that Crystal had found another way to use her math skills.

Crystal also spent a lot of time talking to Irina. Later, Crystal reported that Irina was in a very difficult situation in Bolry. Irina felt she had no alternative to getting money through the Lottery although she was very frightened every time and was participating despite Svetlana telling her not to do so.

When the day came for the second of our high-risk lotteries, Stacy and I were scared and even Crystal had had some of the polish taken off her hard shell by having gone to the nude round two weeks earlier.

Fate

The six of us waited on our little pedestals for the usual introduction, the explanation of the new rules and the first two rounds to end. It was warm enough so none of us had goose bumps although we did not have anything on above the waist. We exchanged glances. No one wanted to talk at this point and everyone was tense. We were joined by the Russian starlet, one of the Arabic princesses, Durrah, Amber and three women we did not know all of whom seemed to be from the Far East.

Dimitry explained how the six of us who were starting at the third round came to be on these pedestals waiting to see if the Lottery Machine would select us to strip nude, be displayed to men across the world, and take a 1/6th chance of becoming a slave. The Machine flashed and sounded yet again and the losers were Stacy, Svetlana, Connie, Durrah, and Me.

Crystal positively glowed as she walked to the viewing room and Alya giggled as Durrah looked embarrassed and scared. I gave Crystal a mean look for taking pleasure in our misfortune.

This was my second trip to the "nude" round and I was somehow more scared than the first time. It was the first time Stacy had gone so far. Svetlana had now done it a few times but looked like she thought her time might be up. This was Connie's second trip here too and she practically shouted out with her movements that she could not believe she'd agreed to do this again. After we all got back from preparing for the fourth round, we glanced at each other and assumed a position calculated to display our female parts for the watching masses.

Dimitry was obviously pleased to have so many Lottery "stars" for the nude round and did longer interviews than usual. Stacy mainly said how frightened she was but when asked why she came back, said that she must enjoy it somehow as it wasn't just for the money. Svetlana and I said about the same thing and it was revealed that Svetlana again was at risk of losing as a chattel slave. The translator was not very good and I did not pay attention to what the Russian starlet said but it was clear she was scared shitless and that if she survived, she was going to get a new agent. Connie blamed herself for being an idiot. I think Durrah was both scared for the future and proud to be displaying her body so boldly for so many strange men when she'd had to wear a veil for so long. She knew she could never really go home again.

I held my breathe as the machine worked. This time the Lottery Machine posted the numbers for Stacy and ME!

There was another break and Stacy and I were overcome with stress, arousal and emotion. We did not talk as we silently hoped that our friend would take the fall but really could not say that. I thought of how thrilled Anderson and his cronies must be, knowing that one of us would lose, and that they were probably all hoping it would be me. I suspected that Crystal was wet watching us get measured with our dimensions and body parts flashed on a screen along with close ups of every twitch on our faces. I could see why some women had orgasms at this point as the guy measuring my breasts and labia made every effort to brush my nipples and clitoris. I just about went over the top myself from all the tension and arousal. I hardly had time to consider that I was a coin flip from becoming a boy toy for who knows how long.

Dimitry called out for the Machine to run again. All the frilly flashes and noises never had seemed to take so long. I dreamed they would go on forever.

The number the Machine produced randomly was Stacy's.

Chapter 6

Another sane period?

If you can imagine a look combining deer-in-the-headlights and a sexy smile, that is how Stacy looked as she was photographed 100 times from every possible direction. Some of the pictures were such close close-ups that I think some of the cameramen got their lenses wet.

Walking to the special viewing area where I knew Crystal would be, I had the strongest and most bizarre combination of emotions. Tremendous relief that I was not a sex slave was combined with feelings guilt, fear, self-loathing and embarrassment. Also, I was horny as hell.

In the half hour break between the final choice and the special viewing of the new slave, I asked Crystal if she really wanted to watch our close friend as a sex slave. She replied, "Absolutely, we will not get a chance to see her again for months and I'm really turned on. And, yes, I know it's sick and I should be ashamed of myself." So, we watched sitting next to Svetlana.