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This story was originally posted in 2015 but has been edited so that it can again be published in Literotica. There will be one more posting of an edited posting from Sex Slave Lottery.

Chapter 9

Afterlife

They let me sleep 11 hours. Gentle music woke me up in time to shower and see that I was to have brunch with Svetlana. Physically, I felt ok. In fact, I looked forward to more of what I'd had the day before, but I kind of felt guilty that I did not feel guiltier than I felt; if you can understand that. Shouldn't I have felt horrible that I was now a sex slave?

Svetlana greeted me wearing nothing but a big smile. Her huge suite had a breakfast table with very fancy tableware and the largest bed I'd ever seen in my life. Two attractive men, also nude, who must have been 15 years younger than her had breakfast with us.

As a large scrumptious breakfast was served, Svetlana said that I should eat up as I must have burned up loads of calories the day before. She said that she'd gotten so turned on by watching me during my debut the day before that she practically worked poor Josef and Andrei too death. "Or, at least, so they claim." The two nodded with a smile.

I expressed some regret that I would not be using much of what I learned in college but Svetlana said that I'd obviously learned a lot in college, just not in the classes. Svetlana added, "You may feel you threw away your career but I think you realized greatness. Nobody cares what a star pro quarterback studied in his college classes. You are headed out to the resort where you will be a real star. You'll also get to see Stacy again and other friends among the 65 or so sex slaves. Say 'hi' to Julia for me.

"In many ways I wish I were going there with you. As you know, I took a lot of chances of spending my life there."

I asked, "Would the Tolski'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 at the resort. He'd probably use me himself in every permissible fashion if Pyotr and mother didn't object. And, if I had lost everything to become a chattel slave, my treatment would have been no better than Irina's. I have many enemies also."

"One last mission before you get ready to go. It is a scientific study of sorts. Josef and Andrei assured me that they were too spent to make love again shortly before you arrived, but I'm certain that you could convince them to do so. In fact, I'm sure that you can prepare Josef for me and then take Andrei in yourself."

The tone of her voice made clear that I'd received a command. I promptly began work on Josef's plump uncircumcised cock with my tongue. As Svetlana predicted, Josef was soon long and hard as a rock. Svetlana smiled, said she was now quite ready also and Josef and Svetlana danced over to the huge bed. In moments, Svetlana was on top of Josef riding his cock like a rodeo queen.

Andrei apparently enjoyed the show and required no oral assistance from me. He picked me up, tossed me on the bed and worked his penis all over my clitoris before stuffing it into me. Probably because he had been worked hard by Svetlana the night before, Andrei must have worked his member in and out and all around for a half hour before finally yielding what sap he had left into my vagina. I had lost track of my orgasms by that time and needed a 15-minute rest on the bed to recover while Svetlana and her two toys started a shower in a bathroom that proved to be about as supersized as her bed. When I did join them in the shower, Andrei, Josef and Svetlana helped me wash what Svetlana described as all those "hard to reach places." So, the shower was very thorough and soothing but far from restful.

That afternoon I was taken wearing only a bathrobe to a limo. I had none of the possessions I had brought to Bolry. "You don't need to have any things anymore," 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."

Crystal is my size. She can wear my dresses and probably even my fancy bras, I thought. Of course, she'd also get the money in the bank I'd put there unless she generously decides to leave me some dough on the chance I'd someday got a chance to use it. With such thoughts, I was eager to get to the resort and stop thinking about my life and just focus on sex.

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 Pytor Tolki's third wife.

"Have you been having sex in a hotel room for two whole weeks?" I asked.

"Exactly, except when I ate, was allowed to use the toilet, and was washed and beautified so that I could be put into service again. The highlights of my being completely debauched will be all over the state special television station tomorrow night. I'm sure many will enjoy the show as I go from one form of humiliation to another and am transformed into simply a living sex toy. I did follow Svetlana's advice to enjoy the sex because as she said, "that's what your life is now all about."

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 an assistant secretary for Pyotr Tolski 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 county 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, is 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 to take a greater role as the first wife's health worsened. Pyotr was true to his first wife to the end but months after his wife died, yielded to Alina, but Alina could not hold him.

"Pyotr's real love is power and a woman cannot hold him who offers only sex. Women who offer him sex to get a hold on his power or money are headed where we are headed now."

"So, we will be seeing Pyotr's fourth wife at the resort soon?" I asked.

"No," Veronika replied. "Pyotr seems to have reformed. This time he married a concert pianist who is very popular with the people and not overly sexy. She and Svetlana enjoy playing music together but never appear in public together because Pyotr does not want to risk his fourth wife being associated in the public eye with his notorious sister."

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, to wit, nothing, no matter how many customers I served and if I became very tired from my exertions in completely pleasing a customer; that was just fine. They would do something to get me a rest. They would not work me to the point of exhaustion or even to the point where I could not show genuine enthusiasm.

She added that the men who came to the resort had paid for much more than a "girlfriend experience" and expected a woman who gave and received pleasure at the highest level. I was not sure how to take it when she said, "Of course, this speech is ridiculously 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 felt proud. I reckon it helps to take pride in one's work particularly when there is no way to change jobs.

Both Stacy and I were very busy so it was a few days before I got to see Stacy. We embraced and after talking about me awhile, I asked her what the secret was that she would 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 and that 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. "Svetlana says, a woman who is so obsessed with sexual pleasure that she does not realize that pregnancy is a normal consequence of sex is too stupid to raise her own children. I think I am pregnant now and will be seeing a doctor tomorrow." She then grinned at me as though she'd said "I told you so," although she never really told me so when it might have made a difference.

The possibility of getting pregnant seems very obvious now but just wasn't what I was thinking about when I was stupid enough to sign up for the Lottery. I really don't know if it would have mattered though.

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 got a lot of it. Most of the men who rented my body sought to please me even though they did not have to and I think for most of them seeing me get off so enthusiastically and genuinely was a big part of their fun.

Naturally, some times the sex was less satisfying although I always managed to enjoy it some. I guess you'd say that that is my superpower. Sometimes, the experience was so terrific that I could not be thankful enough that the Lottery Corporation went through so much trouble to set up incredible dates for me.

I 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 fantasy bondage or rape situations but they weren't allowed to cause me more than momentary discomfort. I danced in a lot of costumes and worked alone and in groups. There was no point in thinking about what I was doing as there were no choices to make and it was best if I just flowed with the customer's will and my sensations.

For the first months of my sex slavery, I never left the resort. Even afterwards, I did not see much of the outside world except foreign beaches, hotel rooms and villas to which I was sent. Our world as sex slaves is pretty much 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.

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 concerned new sex slaves and what women had been impregnated and whether we knew the father. Frequently, we knew the father quite intimately.

We 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 although she'd been playing at a long level of risk. 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 Tolski had died in a tragic accident. Deputy Cultural Minister Svetlana Tolski was going to take a leave of absence from the show to recover from her grief.

Two guys, speaking in English and Russian, came on and gave much of the pitch that Dimitry and Svetlana had given except there were some major differences. The whole element of some of the women risking their lives as chattel slaves with no rights had been eliminated. Women could risk becoming slaves subject to BDSM practices as "pain slaves" or "pain sluts." While not hiding that the situation of those who became normal sex slaves was not really changed from what it was before, they downplayed use of the word "slave" and instead called them "escorts for life."

The semi-final round, while still humiliating, was much less rough and pornographic 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 slaves who could be humiliated and caused to feel real pain but not permanently injured or marred. The MCs said these women were all available for "intimate meetings" and could be "used hard" but without "damaging the property of the Bolrian Lottery Corporation."

A dark-haired beauty from Montreal became a sex slave. She had said during the interview that she was tired of teaching elementary school and really liked sex. It definitely seemed during her slave 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 that 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 were 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, and pride, 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, of course, 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 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 rumor came out that Dimitry had 'interrogated' Irina about the deaths of Orsinov and the girl 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 rumored 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 rumors and I really don't know. Anyway, public opinion, already upset by Dimitry's treatment of Irina in her Lottery debut and the suggestions during her ordeal that she would be treated still worse in the future, 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 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 cannot be ignored wantonly.

"I do know that Pyotr was very annoyed about the anti-Jew remark. Pyotr is an equal opportunity megalomaniac and does not like people who let their prejudices risk costing him a profit. Still more, it appears that Dimitry, his wife and his assistant were responsible for a number of irregularities regarding the Bolrian treasury.

"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 as a chattel slave. It was entirely off script and uncalled for. No Lottery viewer had asked to cause pain to a woman who was so obviously perfect for other things. I think Dimitry just offered you the money in the hope that in a weak and painful moment you would take the offer and he would later get complete power over a friend of Irina and me.

"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. Thank you Dawn for helping me enlist the help of several members of the Bolrian Security Police who helped me and provided information.

"Irina was almost in solitary confinement in a prison in the north. When she wasn't in solitary confinement, she was being used by Dimitry and his friends in ways that almost no woman could enjoy. But Dimitry knew he could not really damage her physically under the circumstances.

"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 out of the public eye and work directly as a whore until you've made enough for your little favorite. You can bring some of your boys there with you to give you pleasure when the paying customers are not enough to satisfy your perverted lusts.' I did not understand his logic and did not agree to his offer.

"Dimitry should have left the country after the rumors that embarrassed his position reached him and no real effort was taken to silence the rumors. He probably thought that the rumors could not have been supported by Pyotr or other members of the executive committee because they also embarrassed Pyotr. I think Pyotr knew the rumors embarrassed Dimitry much worse than Pyotr, particularly as Pyotr was not directly connected to Irina having a medieval experience after she lost in the Lottery before many of the movers and shakers in Bolry. Also, although he hid his face, everybody correctly guessed that Dimitry was re-living old thrills working over Irina in the special viewing. That Irina bore up so bravely impressed many who felt that what she had done, she'd been martyred enough.