1 comments/ 22832 views/ 16 favorites The 150th Slave Pt. 01 By: roseyfingers "The 150th Slave" requires a bit of explanation. Although it can be read alone, it is basically a sequel to "Sex Slave Lottery." The reader should probably read Sex Slave Lottery first. Also, if you did not like Sex Slave Lottery, you are unlikely to like 150th Slave, so don't waste your time. A twist is that I have written two completely separate endings to The 150th Slave. Parts One to Three are common to both endings. The Original Ending was conceived first and consists of two parts. After reviewing the substantive comments on Sex Slave Lottery, I realized that some readers who were thoughtful enough to provide comments that indicated what they liked and did not like would be unhappy with the original ending to The 150th Slave. Because the Bolrian Lottery Corporation always seeks to please, a new alternative ending was written that is a harder and less romantic than the original ending. You can read either ending separately depending on your taste, or both if you like this stuff. Finally, there will be the "Concluding Nonconsentual Postscript - A Bolrian Melodrama." It is in the nature of a prequel to Sex Slave Lottery. It explains more of the history of the main characters. It will have more melodrama and violence than sex. ***** The 150th Slave Just how did I, Laurel, come to be nude in the East European Republic of Bolry presenting absolutely everything to a studio audience and internet viewers around the world? How was a partner in a large New York law firm persuaded to take the risk of becoming a sex slave for life or as long as the Bolrian Lottery Corporation (BLC) wanted to keep me? What happened after I did this incredible thing? PART ONE My Life before the Lottery I am going to try to explain why a supposedly sane and intelligent woman could have gotten into my current situation. Not that I really understand myself. During the lottery nude round interview in my first lottery, I deliberately misstated a few facts. I thought I could later pretend the nude person who looked just like me, was not me. The lies were pointless but I was so flustered that I was not thinking clearly. Anyway, I was only 34, not 37, and had really only been married once. I was not a virgin when I met Jim shortly after we started at the University of Constitution Law School. I knew I was attractive to men since I developed all my curves (DD cups) at age 14. It is stupid that so many men care about how much fat there is around a woman's mammary glands, but I was not shy about using my looks and occasionally my body to get ahead. It did not hurt to sleep with the chair of the committee of the local charity that awarded the scholarship that put me through undergraduate school. I worked hard for grades during college. I had sex only maybe 100 times, despite being constantly approached by guys in my classes or the dorm. I did go to bed with one prof who gave me a recommendation letter. It was a pretty good experience and served multiple purposes. I had had nothing much, though, but vanilla sex before I met Jim. In high school and undergraduate school, sex had been very satisfying only a few times. Jim, though, would tie me up, read textbooks to me and finger my trigger until I went crazy. He taught me about oral sex between sessions on criminal law. Sometimes it went the other way, but I would have to say that I overwhelmingly was the follower with Jim the aggressor in all our sex play. He said I had an incredibly spankable bottom and worked a lot spanks into our lovemaking along with a lot of other dominant moves. We had sex at least once a day even sometimes during my period. I got tied up more than a few times. Sometimes I was taken up the butt. Sometimes we played out rape fantasies. Sometimes I was naughty and I had to be "punished" with so many orgasms in a day I could not believe it. We got married just after we graduated. It was a fairly small wedding. Both of us had divorced parents and grew up in New Jersey suburbs. My parents had not spoken for years before our wedding. They barely were civil during the ceremony. Neither of them liked Jim. They pretty much went back to ignoring me and leading separate lives afterward. Both Jim and I got high-paying, high-stress associate jobs in Manhattan after finishing law school. We were at different firms. The work immediately took a toll on our relationship. We went weeks without seeing each other. It did not really shock me when after two years he said he'd fallen in love with another associate at his firm and wanted a divorce. It hardly mattered as I had been working 70-hour weeks and getting most of my sexual relief from battery operated toys. Of course, I'd cheated myself a few times after being in some other city for days with nothing to do but proofread securities disclosure documents. Meeting strange guys in bars in strange cities involved a lot of risks but I did that. My second "marriage" was really an affair that lasted three years with a senior partner at the firm, Ferguson. I thought of it as a marriage as it went on so long. I wanted to marry the guy and just be a woman for a while. Ferguson hardly needed to practice law anymore as he'd made so much in the past and invested really well. The elegant dinners with Ferguson were nice. The sex was surprisingly good for a while. The big problem was that I could not talk him into leaving his wife. After two years, I finally told him that we were just friends and I had to go in search of something more real in the New York meat market. Actually, by that point I had developed a hatred of the guy that I think went beyond the fact he'd rejected me. Also, the notorious biological clock had started ticking. He said we'd never be just friends but he understood. I think he understood but never accepted. My efforts to find someone in the market did not go well. Most of the young guys were too soft mentally or too fond of themselves. Most of the older men were too married. Just for relief, I went to bars again and went home with guys I did not know well enough. I was never exactly raped but things did happen that I would not have invited if I'd been asked. Still I kept it up until the workload increased. I decided that I just could not take the risk of not being able to come to work on Sunday if necessary. So my sex life faded to a trickle. While I was sleeping with Ferguson regularly and a few other senior partners occasionally, there were naturally all sort of rumors about what a scheming bitch I was. The truth was somewhat less juicy although I will admit that I influenced a few hiring decisions with my ass and got an assistant or two I did not like fired using my breasts and oral skills. To be fair, I was made a non-equity partner only after I put in a huge amount of hours at the firm. Being a partner brought in more money but meant I had to generate new business for the firm if I wanted to be a real partner. So, in addition to all the hours I was doing, I had to scrape around for business. I did manage to get some business that another partner, F. Mann, suggested I pursue. A Texas firm that had a few good software patents wanted to purchase a New Jersey company that marketed specialized software. I got the Texas firm, owned by a guy named Walker, to switch a lot of its legal business to my firm. Yes, I slept with Walker. It happened during my first trip to Texas to meet with the senior management of the firm. There was never any question of marrying Walker. He made clear on the first date that he had no intention of ever marrying and just wanted female conversation and sex. We had sex that night. The sex was a lot like what I'd had with Jim only a lot rougher. Walker teased, bit, pinched, spanked, and forced me to have so many orgasms in a night that I was utterly exhausted. The following day, I was so sore I could hardly walk. I knew he'd have done more with and to my body if I had let him. Fortunately, all I had to do that day was fly home. I had an associate, a big dumb beach boy type named Jacobs, carry my bags. I had packed too much stuff. From somewhere Walker knew Mann. I did not know where at the time. Before the night with Walker, I had not had any sex life for months unless you count the vibrator. I have to admit that around the firm everybody pretty much considered me an anal compulsive, abusive bitch and I heard jokes behind my back about how "Laurel really needs to get thoroughly fucked so she quits fucking us." I had to work the associates assigned to me hard to get the work done but Ferguson and Mann said I worked everyone hard even by the firm's standards. Not that they really cared. They did care that I sometimes seemed a bit too cold to clients. The legal assistants in the firm and copy room guys were respectful but cold as I frequently caused them to work late and screwed up their personal plans. Guys in the office or elsewhere who hit on me deserved to get squashed. Ferguson said I was pretty dismissive even to guys who were just trying to be polite and do their jobs. I know the legal assistant who did much of my work, Leslie, hated me but she was free to find another job if she could. An associate, Chiara, without complaining out loud, was mad because I had made her work one day although she'd said she had to go to her sister's wedding shower. Yea, so what? I let her take off for the wedding rehearsal and wedding. A third year associate and I spent 40 hours over a weekend getting the papers done for a real estate deal. Viewing the Lottery About three months after my trip to Dallas, Walker came up to New York to do business and stayed over the weekend. Saturday, I went with him to his hotel room. After we tore up the sheets, Walker asked me if I wanted to watch a very unusual Internet program at Mann's Condo that started at 3:00 AM because it was being webcast live from overseas. He said it would be very educational and would help client relations. I was tired but it did not look like I was going to get much sleep that night anyway. I agreed to go with him to Mann's. We showered and got a cab. I had been to Mann's fancy midtown condo before, (one of three or four he owns in various cities). Three other people were there. Mann had a date, Kat, who looked like either a model or a very high priced escort. I assumed the latter as she was not nearly skinny enough to be a model. In fact, her breasts were a little larger than mine. The others there were a very tall man in his late 40s who was introduced as Mr. Schwarzhof and a very tall woman in her late 30s looking good in a tight leather mini-skirt, low cut black blouse and very high heels. She was introduced as Paula and spoke with what sounded like a German or Scandinavian accent. After introductions, we sat in Mann's media room to watch the program that called itself simply "The Lottery." Mann explained that this was broadcast from a strategically important former Soviet republic, Bolry. Bolry was now independent, but was being run mainly by former Soviet officials. The program started. It was novel to say the least. Having lived in New York for 8 years, I thought I'd seen about everything, but not anything like this. There was a large studio and a studio audience off camera. Production values were very good. First, the camera zoned in on a very attractive woman I thought was about age 40 in a tight business suit that displayed her figure and legs well. She was standing in front of a long row of women seated with a number from 1 to 100 on the left and a number between 0 and 95 or so on the right. The woman introduced herself as Svetlana and introduced her co-host, Yegor, who was wearing an Armani suit. Yegor immediately began cracking jokes that must have been better in the original language than in translation in subtitles. The women obviously had been chosen for their looks and seemed to be between 20 and 40. Svetlana spoke English very well and explained what they were doing both in English and some Slavic sounding language. She explained that, "to diversify the Bolrian economy, the great leader, Pyotr Toltski, and his deceased brother had developed the Lottery as an international entertainment for a very select clientele." She explained further that one of the 100 women was going to become a "lifetime sexual pleasure provider" who would spend many years or perhaps the rest of her life entertaining wealthy men with her body, mind and spirit. She would be a pampered consort but without any rights in Bolry other than to be free from pain and physical harm. A man who paid enough could even impregnate a woman of his choice and decide how to provide for the child's upbringing. Some of the women might even become pain slaves who could be bound and abused for the amusement of clients, without causing permanent damage, of course. Svetlana also said that each of the women came to Bolry by choice in exchange for receiving a substantial sum of money at the end of the evening unless she became a slave. Lifetime sexual pleasure providers have no need for money. Svetlana explained that the choice of who lost was made at random by what they called "The Lottery Machine." The number on the left of each woman's chair is her number. The one on the right was how many times she had participated in the lottery before. Svetlana mentioned that it was the 125th lottery and that the Lottery had then been going on every two weeks for over 4 years and that in a few months they were going to hold a special lottery to celebrate the five-year anniversary. Yegor explained that there would be a series of rounds. Of the 100, 24 would be selected to continue to be at risk. The other 76 would receive their money and could watch the rest of the lottery or just go home. The 24 ladies would disrobe to a swimsuit for the second round. The third round the 12 who remained will be topless and the 6 appearing in the fourth round will be nude and will be shown and interviewed about their lives and how they felt about having a 1/6th chance of becoming an escort for life or maybe a pain slave. The final round would be two women who would be thoroughly measured and displayed before the Lottery Machine picked the woman who would become a lifetime pleasure provider and available to provide services to lottery patrons. Paula looked like she'd seen all this before and was eager for the action to begin. Kat expressed doubt that this was really happening. I said that, if this was really happening, I was not sure whether it was a fancy prostitution racket or some sort of expensive BDSM Club. I also said that it was degrading of women. I was sure it must violate various laws and treaties. Walker suggested I keep my opinions to myself. One the side, I told Mann that it was probably a violation of the firm's sexual harassment policy for him to be showing me this. He answered that it was clearly a violation of firm policy and the ethics rules of the New York Bar for me to be sleeping with Walker. I asked him how he knew I had slept with Walker. I doubted that Walker was such a cad as to "screw and tell." Mann said that the associate I had taken to Texas had guessed. I asked that Jacobs be fired. Mann said that was not so easy. Anyway, while Svetlana and Yegor spoke, the cameras displayed the women who, other than being very attractive and well dressed, had little in common. They came from all over the world. The Lottery Machine did an obviously silly display and 24 numbers appeared in a row. Large numbers of women looked pleased and headed for the doors. Others looked embarrassed and began to peel down to a bikini swimsuit. Most seemed okay with it. I thought of how I would feel in that situation. I pretended to be less interested than I was. After a bit more talk by Yegor, the Lottery Machine's big showy button was pushed again and the camera scanned each of the women as they watched the numbers come up. Most of them were trying to smile as I guessed they'd been told to do. After 12 were chosen to go on, they walked with the hosts to another part of the stage and took off their bikini tops. I'd assumed that all of the women were sex workers of one sort or another. So I thought the 12 picked to be in the topless round must be very good actresses to look so embarrassed about showing their breasts. They did hold up or jiggle their breasts on command from Yegor. This caused some of the woman to turn red even as they forced a smile. I said, "This is getting really strange," and Kat squirmed in her seat. The three guys ogled the breasts of women standing thousands of miles away and looked at Kat, Paula and me as though they could see through our blouses. I should have walked out then. After more talk by Yegor and Svetlana and close ups of the women, the Lottery Machine was set off again. 6 numbers went up. If the six women going to the next round were sex workers, they were either good actresses or very modest sex workers. They looked really distressed. Svetlana announced that there would be a 20-minute break during which existing "inventory" would be shown. She actually used that word to refer to women. The show came back on with a display of the pictures of the over 120 women in the inventory. The action moved to another section of the hall where six women were completely nude standing with their legs spread wide enough to see their lower lips and their arms initially tightly behind their backs with their breasts jutting forward. Kat, who'd I'd assumed was an escort said that the show was way over the top. She was not sure she could keep viewing. Mann said it was getting close to 4 AM and she might wait until the sun came up. I said it was disgusting but admitted it was strangely fascinating. Paula said something like that she knew how the women on display felt. "It is kind of fun." I felt something too in my loins and I was not sure I liked it or what it said about me. Kat squirmed in to her seat, went to the bathroom, came back and watched. The six women had on forced smiles. Yegor began bizarre interviews of naked women displaying their bodies. None of the six said she was a sex worker. All of them at least said she had a normal vocation. Two of them were from Bolry and there was one Frenchwoman, an English professor, an Indian woman and a girl in her mid-20s, Ashley, who said she was an art student from Tennessee and a disciple of the Lord. The first of the Bolrian women was the second wife of the great leader Pyotr Toltski ("nice divorce settlement," I thought). She'd been in over 60 lotteries and subtitles had her saying that she had made a lot of money in the Lottery but still had a lot of debt. She volunteered that no matter how many times one participated in the Lottery one was still scared and excited if one got down to the 12 or the six. Yegor joked about Toltski's third wife being a very good escort for life. He was sure that wife #2 would be as good a fuck. The other Bolrian woman was younger and said that this was only her 5th lottery. She said there just weren't good jobs for young people in Bolry and that surviving a number of lotteries was her way to get ahead. After Yegor said that there were now a half dozen women from Bolry who'd thought as she did and were now providing sexual services full time, the woman said she knew that and was willing to live with whatever happened. At least that is what the subtitles said. I thought I could see why the Frenchwoman was there. She had pierced nipples and labia and seemed to be seriously into some form of masochism. This was her 10th lottery. I thought she was getting paid to do what she would have done for free in a basement in Paris. That is not what she said though. She said that a rich older man she had met at a club persuaded her to do it and that she could use the money because her career as an actress had not taken off. She admitted that the club was based on a "Story of O" theme and that she'd found earlier lotteries thrilling. She insisted she was now scared to death of living the O story without even a lover to save her. (I guessed she had not read to the end of the "Story of O") Paula said she thought she had a very pretty smile. Walker said her body was "just incredible." The 150th Slave Pt. 01 The Indian woman had actually been in Bollywood movies. She said she was a great actress but her career had taken a downturn after a scandal involving a co-star. She could use the money because she "had expenses." Although she was only in her first lottery, it was hard to feel sorry for her. She seemed like someone who had used her body to get ahead for years. The diamond in her naval piercing looked large and real if you could tell from a close up camera shot. I did not know whether the next woman could be for real. She said she was a professor of gender studies in a university in England and was shown the Lottery by a woman she had brought as her slave to a London BDSM club. A man, a professional rugby player who she met at the BDSM club, was her sponsor although she had declined his offers to "put her into her real place in life." The professor, Margaret, combined a haughtiness, class prejudice and sense of superiority with a remarkable openness to non-mainstream sex. She said she was very actively bi-sexual and loved to take risks in love. She'd been turned on by the show the five times she'd done in the past. This one had gone a bit far. She'd used large dildos, whips and paddles on many students but was not sure she was ready for such treatment herself. Still, she had agreed to take the risk of becoming a pain slut for life. Finally, the "chick" from Tennessee, as she called herself, said she loved sex with her good Christian husband. She was not happy to be displayed like this. Her husband's boss had introduced her to the Lottery and making good money that sure helped out with the bills and allowed her to donate richly to the holy holy holy church of the Reverend Jeremiah. Rev. Jeremiah was the greatest man in the world. He had taught her how to live as a godly woman. Although she had never gotten down to this round before, she was sure she'd get out of this lottery, because "God takes care of his own." I thought she was only safe if God takes care of the insufferable and stupid. I was not sure if I was rooting for the English professor or the religious chick to lose. The Lottery Machine picked the chick and the Frenchwoman for the final round. There was another break. Kat was squirming in her seat some more. I was thinking about what I would have said during such an interview. Hardly seemed like a situation for glib answers. The cameras feasted on the women top to bottom, front and rear. During the break, the 120 or so who had lost before were shown again. An Internet address was shown for people who would like to "meet" them. Only 4 of them were available as pain slaves (for an extra charge). I had to compliment these Lottery guys on their business model. The screen also showed contact addressed for attractive women who would like to make money and have the thrill of participating in the Lottery. When the show came back on, the two finalists were on the measuring stage. This was really intrusive and humiliating as they measured every part of the women's torsos and flashed them up on a board. I found it embarrassing even to watch imagining myself in their place. The numbers on these very attractive women were not embarrassing but the measurers did quite a good job of feeling up and stimulating the women while measuring them. At one point, the Frenchwoman closed her eyes and moaned. Kat, Paula and I all squirmed in our seats. I think both Paula and the Frenchwoman had an orgasm. The chick giggled uncontrollably during much of the measurement. When she was not being measured she seemed to be reconsidering her faith and wondering whether God would protect her while numerous men used her as a sex object in Bolry. I would have liked to see the look on the Tennessee girl's face if she had lost, but the Frenchwoman was selected. The Frenchwoman looked shocked, smiled and contemplative while cameramen took huge numbers of pictures of every part of her from every angle. The guys said we should stay to watch the Frenchwoman have her debut as a sex slave. I said that I'd had enough porn for the night. Paula stayed but Kat and I shared a cab. I was surprised to learn that she was an auditor and knew Mann from her work. When I told Kat I was a lawyer, she admitted that she had thought I was a really high priced call girl as I was so pretty and dressed so sexy. Of course, I was strung out and tired when I got back to my condo about 6:00 AM but I did get to the office Sunday by 1:00 or 2:00. I did not work very effectively. My mind was on the stupid Lottery. Persuasion in many forms When I next saw Mann at the office about a week later he asked me what I thought about what I'd seen. I said, "About what?" "That's not even a joke," he said, and just walked away. Ok, Ok, in fact I had struggled to think about anything other than the visions of submission in the Lottery. I thought maybe I should have watched the Frenchwoman being debauched. I could have been repulsed by that and gone on with my life without sick visions and fantasies. Despite my recent obsessions, I was focusing on work and billing even more hours than before. I was being harder on staff than before. I did get a copy room guy fired for almost screwing up a SEC filing. When I next saw Mann, I asked whether that associate, Jacobs, who had blabbed too much about the trip had been fired or transferred to some regional office. Mann said that he had not been and would not be. "Do you know what law school he attended?" he asked. I replied that I thought it was some third tier place and I had wondered why the firm had hired him. Mann gave a speech, "Yes, he is not qualified for the firm. So what would that mean to a woman who is as smart as you seem to think you are. Perhaps, the guy has something else going for him. In fact, he is the son of the CEO of a business worth $10 million per year in billings. We can't possibly think of firing Jacobs as long as his father's company is doing so much business with the firm. You had better think harder about what associates you pick on." Mann added that he would not have been so hard on me when I was an associate if I had been associated with major firm business. Having learned from this experience, I only picked on associates that were graduates from the top of the class of Ivy League schools afterwards. Chiara and others qualified for such abuse. Also there was Leslie and the other office staff. After another ten days of all work and no play, Mann summoned me to his office. He asked whether I had given any further thought to the Lottery. I lied saying I had not. He said I should lie more credibly and that he and Walker were wondering when I would be in the Lottery. I could not come up with a more snappy response than to snarl and stare. Finally, I said I had not even thought of myself participating. Ignoring this response, Mann said a friend of Walker's would be in New York the coming weekend with his wife and that I was invited to come to his condo on Saturday. It sounded more like an order than and invitation. I thought that it would not be another porn show since the guy was bringing his wife. I asked if Paula, Kat and Schwarzhof would be there. Mann said that Paula and Schwarzhof would not be at his condo but that Kat had been invited. I said that I could be at his condo late but had to work that day. He said that was fine. The Texas couple was not showing up until after midnight. Chiara, Leslie and I got a fair amount done that day on a public offering although I spent much of the time thinking about the Lottery I'd seen and what was planned for that night. I did not think there would be more than drinks and business that evening despite the hour. Presumably, the Texas couple would be normal or at least would not being doing anything kinky in front of a crowd. Mann would have to restrain himself. I was surprised when I arrived and found that Ferguson was at the gathering, without his wife, and that the wife in the Texas couple, a stunningly attractive blond woman named Crystal, was perhaps three years younger than me. When Crystal's husband Anderson mentioned that we'd be watching the Lottery with Mann that night, I knew I was in for a more exciting and potentially more risky evening than I had anticipated. After the usual chat about weather and the stock market, Crystal started talking about how she was getting a business degree from a school in Europe on top of her accounting degree and CPA. Also, both she and Anderson spoke Russian and some German although she'd only studied Russian a few years and had started German only a year ago. Crystal did not hide the fact that she had participated in numerous lotteries. She described the whole process. She'd beaten the odds and kept playing almost always risking becoming a pain slave or chattel slave even when the Lottery was saying that chattel slaves could be tortured to death. A lot of women beat the odds and now were comfortable and stable. Of course, some women did not have the same luck and were among those serving rich men in Bolry with their bodies. Crystal mentioned she even had friends from Texas who were now sex slaves. Her sex slave friends, though, seemed happy, at least as happy as they had been before. "To tell the truth, Dawn and Stacy were pretty much slaves to sex before they became sex slaves. Not that I'm any better, just a bit luckier, but also kinkier. Actually, sometimes I think they were the lucky ones." Crystal also mentioned that "pain slaves," while not seriously harmed physically, could be badly misused by customers, and whipped, "Pissed on or Fucked by dogs?" I asked. She said, "I don't think so." I was rather put back because Crystal was so obviously bright and apparently sane. Despite seeing the interviews with the earlier lottery participants, I still assumed that one had to be a sex worker, really desperate for money, crazy or a complete idiot to put oneself at risk of spending one's life as a sex slave. A couple martinis later, the Lottery was about to begin. Crystal suggested that she, Kat and I mimic the women in the show. To my surprise, Kat instantly agreed. I surrendered to group pressure. I guess I was into the fantasy. Somewhat tipsy but still aware of the male female grouping in the room, I said that I might strip but Ferguson was not to touch me. That was over. Crystal shocked me by saying that the fact that I was off limits to Ferguson was not a problem. She had already made plans to go to bed with him that night. "With your husband here?" I asked. Anderson said that they'd worked that all out yesterday. I had another martini. I should have asked what else they had worked out. I can't really blame what happened the next few hours on alcohol. I hold my booze well. Still, I cannot relate many of the details of the Lottery that night. There was too much going on in Mann's condo. I can say that it looked like there were fewer than 100 women in the first round of the 127th lottery. Yegor explained that there were only 72 women because 6 women had agreed to start in the second round for added money. Given what had gone before, I was not surprised to see Paula among the six women starting in the second round. I was glad I was wearing a nice brassier and clean, decorative panties because Kat, Crystal and I took off our outer layer after the first round. Crystal had a bikini under her dress. Kat showed that she'd been to Vicky's Secret recently. Standing in my underwear, I said the guys should strip too. That sounded only fair to me at the time but was not a very smart suggestion if I did not want the party to turn into a small orgy. The men said that they would strip completely during the longer break after the topless round. Maybe they weren't proud of their underwear. Crystal flipped off her bikini top for the topless round like the experienced Lottery participant she'd said she was. Kate and I took off our bras more reluctantly. I felt like a drunken coed at Ft. Lauderdale jiggling my beasts for Anderson, Ferguson and Mann. My nipples got very erect and the Montgomery's Glands became extremely prominent as they always do when I'm excited. Kat blushed even more than I did. Paula was chosen by the Lottery Machine for the topless round so we could watch our acquaintance display her breasts thousands of miles away while we displayed ours. Paula was very firm. Svetlana even mentioned how attractive Paula was before pushing the button telling the Machine to pick the semi-finalists. The Machine spared Paula from the nude round. In Mann's condo we were going to the end. Everyone stripped. Crystal's pussy was bald. Kat and I were well groomed and the guys all had healthy erections. I did not follow the semi-final round interviews very well because Anderson had his hands and tongue all over me during most of the questions. He started by rudely pinching both nipples hard. This should have been horrible but somehow the pain seemed to activate my pussy and caused me to open up. I know that a Pakistani woman said she had decided to participate to assert her independence and a Chinese businesswoman, Yu Li, said she thought it would be something new. A second Chinese woman billed herself as the "Dragon Lady" and said she worked as a Dominatrix in Shanghai. Yegor asked her if she knew that if she lost she would definitely be on the bottom and men would be able to use and abuse her womanly parts particularly as she had agreed to participate as a potential pain slave. She said there was still only a one sixth chance of losing. Risks can be very thrilling. Anderson was squeezing my breasts like he owned them. Somehow the Indian actress, who had gotten into the semi-finals a month before, was in the semi-finals again. She said she had decided after her first lottery that she would keep going until she was financially secure or a sex slave. An Australian woman said she was reared in the outback and pretty tough. This was her 10th lottery. She was sure she could take the pain she'd get if she lost as a pain slave. I don't remember much of what the last one said. She was a chestnut brunette housewife from Northern Virginia who had recently left her boring bureaucrat husband. Anderson had a very skillful tongue and I had a mind-blowing orgasm just when the Lottery Machine was touched off to choose the finalists. I came back to consciousness of the outside world in time to learn that the Yu Li and the woman whose interview I'd missed were going to the finals. It seemed from Crystal's strange groans and heavy breathing that Ferguson was even more effective on her than he had been with me. Similarly, Kat seemed quite satisfied when the final round started. The six of us rested a bit during the measurement for the finals between the Yu Li and the Virginia woman. The Chinese businesswoman seemed utterly shocked when she was picked by the Lottery Machine to become a sex slave, but smiled for the cameras before being ushered off. I asked Crystal if she was really going to be a sex slave for life. Crystal answered that she did not know about for life. The Lottery had not gone on long enough for any of the participants to be too old to be attractive. The sex slaves were taken care of well to keep up their health and beauty. She knew that the Moldovan woman who became a sex slave at age 40 over three years ago was still very attractive, available for rentals and frequently appeared on porn shows on the late night state television in Bolry available to high ranking officials and Lottery visitors. This time I stayed after the winner was announced to give a long blowjob to Anderson while Kat and Crystal worked on Mann and Ferguson respectively. Anderson's prick was older but as nice as Jim's had been. When the Chinese woman came on for her debut, she did not seem like an abject sex slave. She seemed more like she'd been hungering for such treatment as six men took her in three different places over a half hour. Contrary to my expectations, I was not grossed out. While the Chinese woman was ushered off smiling like she'd just won a gold metal, Anderson and I retired to one of Anderson's guest rooms. The other couples used other locations. The two hours that followed had a lot in common with my sex with Walker except that Anderson was a bit less rough, did not use my anus, and was a bit more generous. Sharing the cab ride home with Kat, we agreed it had been a lot of fun. I said that Kat and I should try avoid Crystal in the future. Following her we'd both probably wind up in Bolry as sex slaves. Kat agreed but said she did not know if she could help herself. She felt a trip to Bolry was in her future. In my heart, I felt the same way. I did not get into the office at all on Sunday although Leslie and Chiara were there. I came in early Monday. That night and the two days afterward, I worked my sex toys to memories of my treatment by Anderson and imagining what it would be like to have been gang banged like the Chinese woman and become a sex slave. I wondered also about what it would be like to be a pain slave and really be a complete sub. Decision Mann invited me into his office a couple days later. Fergusson and Walker were with him. Mann said that there was going to be a special Lottery for the 5th anniversary of the Bolrian Lottery for women who have never been in a Lottery before. It would be in 5 weeks. Kat was going. Walker would hire the firm to handle a big public offering if I went. If I did not go, my prospects of becoming a partner were dim. My initial reaction was that I would not go. I'd go back to New Jersey and handle real estate closings before I'd risk becoming a sex slave in Eastern Europe. Mann pulled me aside. He emphasized that it was only a 1 in a hundred chance of losing. I said that that was too much. He said he did not understand why I even cared. I was obviously unhappy and might well be happier as a sex slave than as a frustrated bitch in New York. I told him not to talk to me like that but I would look at the application that Crystal had talked about. Maybe they would not even want me. Mann gave me Paula's phone cell phone number and urged me to call her if I had any questions about the process. Walker gave me Crystal's cell phone number saying she had now participated in the lottery more than all but a few Bolrian women, always as potential pain slave. The day after sending in the expression of interest by email I got an email with a bunch of forms and disclosures from the Bolrian Lottery Corp. I wondered what lawyers had drafted this stuff. It probably broke a dozen laws to even send out the forms. I was not sure. The BLC was not exactly soliciting prostitution. There was no reason to believe there was any fraud. I guess I did not really care if it was legal at that point. I'd always felt as if I was above any law I could figure out how to evade. The form cover letter urged women who had not participated in the Lottery in the last year to read the materials even if they had applied in the past because the information had changed in some respects. I won't include a lot of boring details except to say that the BLC asked for much extremely personal information. It would have been totally inappropriate in any other context. Much information was provided. Again, I will not give all the details about travel arrangements, wire payments, clothing to wear etc. although they were fascinating to me at the time. The big choices were whether I wanted to risk becoming a "lifetime sexual pleasure provider" or a "lifetime restricted pain and pleasure provider." Crystal said that the old terminology was "sex slave" and "chattel slave." She said "sex slave" was still pretty much accurate as to the milder option but that a year or so ago there had been a change in management in the BLC that affected chattel slaves. Limits had been placed on what could be done to a chattel slave and "pain slave" was now the short name. She joked that it was the "lawyers who had spoiled the game by not letting women risk being killed like chattel animals. Now they can only risk humiliation, torture, and non-permanent physical injuries." "Sounds like fun," I replied, not sure whether I was being ironic or not. The 150th Slave Pt. 01 Paula said she had been in the lottery about 40 times. It had always been a thrill and she had always been lucky. She'd never gone beyond the topless round. She was sure somehow that the Machine would never select her. Turns out she was Estonian but had lived in New York for 20 years. The information made very clear that the BLC was making lots of money and intended to continue doing so. Also, secrecy about everything had to be maintained. There would be very serious consequences to participants who disclosed information under the wrong circumstances and the law and distance would not be protective. I kind of appreciated the subtly but it did indicate that this was not a legal enterprise. The most interesting part of the materials related to what the slaves of either variety would be expected to do. Lifetime pleasure providers were not prostitutes. Prostitutes have to worry about money, safety, police, rent, maintaining their health and relationships. Sex slaves of the BLC did not have to think about anything other than providing pleasure to clients and maintaining their looks. Slaves would be expected to hold back nothing in the pursuit of the clients' pleasure except their health, which would not be compromised. Also, because the BLC wanted slave to be happy and most men want the women that provide pleasure to experience it themselves, sex slaves were to have as much fun as they could. Potential sex slaves should also understand that their reproductive ability is definitely part of their sexuality and that they might become pregnant and be asked to carry the child to term and even nurse and provide breast milk for several months. Children born under such circumstances might be settled with the father or put up for adoption. Either way, the biological mother, that is the sex slave, would probably never see the child again. Of course, although the very highest medical care would be provided, complications in pregnancy were possible. "Restricted pain and pleasure providers" could, in addition to everything that might be asked of Lifetime pleasure providers, be tortured in any fashion that did not risk permanent physical or mental injuries or permanent unsightly scars. Such torture could include flagellation, branding, piercing, use of electric devices, and other extreme discomforts. In short, if I risked becoming a sex slave and lost, I would give up freedom, romantic love and many normal human activities. I would become an object for the enrichment of a corporation. It sounded horrible and a lot like my life at the law firm. The big differences were that I could leave the law firm. Staying home, I had some choice as to my sexual partners, insofar as I had time to have any. The information indicated that I was much more likely to become a mother in the biological sense in Bolry than staying in New York. I tried not to think about the pain slave option although it reminded me of a few things I had done a bit before. There was a cover note in the email saying that I could ignore the discussion of the option for skipping rounds in the Lottery for extra money. For the 5 year anniversary there would be a "retro lottery" with 100 women, each with a 100th chance of becoming a slave, none of whom had participated before. I filled in the form and, as requested, included pictures. I sent in a selfie of me topless although I was only required to send in a picture in a bikini. I guess I am proud of my breasts. I applied to risk becoming a "Lifetime sexual pleasure provider." Mann and the others had not asked me to do more. I was not ready to risk anything really painful, particularly because I suspected I might have a sick attraction for it. Chapter 5 - The Trip The BLC came back with an offer of $25,000. That was more than my take home salary for a month. I first thought there must have been some mistake as this would mean that the BLC was paying over $2.5 million for a slave but remembered that this was a special lottery. I was sure they understood their business. I was not sure how I would report the income to the IRS and wondered how I could discretely ask the firm's tax department about that. Maybe I could just report the money as miscellaneous income and say that I had done consulting work overseas. While I did not exactly need the money, it definitely helped my attitude about the BLC. I could make a tidy sum for riding in planes and standing on a platform for a few minutes. I should be able to get some work done on the plane. I told Mann that I would go and he should get someone to research the tax issue. Mann said Walker would probably be in the audience but would be busy during most of the lottery. Schwarzhof, Paula, Crystal and Anderson would also be in the audience. We could all go in Anderson's charter plane. I was scared, though, as was Kat. I had never done anything like this before. With so much tension and all the sexual chatter and activity between Paula and Anderson and Crystal and Schwarzhof, I got less work done on the trip over than I had planned. The capital of Bolry has such a long name that even Bolrians just call it "the capital." The city is pretty bleak. The closest thing to a tourist attraction is a radio tower 365 meters tall that was the pride of what was the Socialist Republic of Bolry. The place where the Lottery is held is a few miles away from downtown. It consists of more or less normal 10-story hotel and a separate 10-story building that is the headquarters of the BLC containing the studio, offices and various suites. Between the two tall wings are some common areas where there is a lobby, bars and restaurants. The rooms for Lottery participants are in the BLC part of the facility. Friday, there was a very thorough medical examination followed by rest. Saturday morning there was a lecture by the Svetlana woman about how we should act during every round of the lottery. This included information on smiling, displaying of breasts and other body parts and how generally to act like one would be a good sex slave. I was hoping that the information about the later rounds would be unnecessary but it did give me a bit of a charge to hear about it. The last three hours before the lottery were spent showering, shaving and in the beauty parlor. The lottery began. I listened to the speeches by Svetlana and Yegor with butterflies in my stomach while smiling the best I could like a good potential sex slave. I knew I had only a one fourth chance of going to the bikini round but that seemed scary. I played the game as I was supposed to do but thought about how I would hear about this in the future. What a ridiculously thing it was for me to agree to play this game and allow myself to be on view as a sex object if only briefly. At the same time, I knew that in a perverse way I would be disappointed if I did not go further than the first round. My shock heightened and my perverse desire was satisfied when the Lottery Machine chose both Kat and me for the bikini round. Bad luck. I had a bit of trouble even taking off my clothes for the bikini round. I was nervous and almost shaking. I got control of myself. As I stood on the platform in my swimsuit, I thought that at least I was in very good shape and did not have to be ashamed of how I looked in a bikini. For a few seconds, I put out of my mind that I had an even chance of having to show a lot of flesh. When Kat and I both somehow were chosen for the topless round, my bikini top was not hard to remove. It seemed like I was in some sort of drugged autopilot. I did the "girls gone crazy" act on stage about as well as I had done in Mann's condo. My breasts were fruits to be had on the market. I was a woman, an object and a toy. I could not believe how horrible and fascinating it was. Kat turned red but smiled while holding up her breasts for the cameras. I wondered if some frat guy had poured beer on her boobs years before. In college I had mainly used my breasts strategically. It hit me like a blast when the Lottery Machine picked me for the semi-final nude round. I smiled as sweetly as I could as I walked off for the break but it occurred to me that my life had changed. I would be displayed nude for I knew not how many across the world and experience a one sixth chance of becoming a sex slave. Also, I was pretty sure that some of the very rich guys with whom I had worked as a lawyer would be the sort of guys watching the Lottery. I had been forced, lured or entrapped into playing a game in which my dignity and self-respect was a stake. I had lost. Whether it was when I first agreed to play or when I displayed my pussy on camera did not matter. I tried to quit thinking and just let myself be a mindless sex object, which is what I had become for at least a while. That was less awful than thinking about who I was and what I had done. I also told myself that after I made partner, it would not matter. After 20 minutes of professionals adjusting my makeup and making sure that absolutely every part of me looked perfect, I was led to the semi-finalist area. It was utterly humiliating. I do not know what was worst. The camera shots showing close ups of my face, breasts and pussy were bad. I could see it all on screens above the audience. The interviews may have been more humiliating. I fudged a few details but could not really lie well so everyone watching learned about me. The Lottery secrecy requirements meant that the whole world could not see me or hear my interview but I was sure that Ferguson was watching with who knew who else. There was nothing to keep people from taping this display for future showings. I'd call the other five women who were with me idiots or whores except that they did not seem stupider or more like whores than me. There were even three other professional women. A Japanese woman had a grudge against her husband that she had perverted into participation in the Lottery. I did not follow her reasoning but I did not feel like I was in a position to judge. A beautiful blond polish woman on stage was actually a doctor. It sounded like she had a standing quarrel with her hospital administration that was similar to my struggles with the firm. I was surprised that she had taken the risk of becoming a pain slave. I gather she had lost a stupid bet. The German engineer was incredibly attractive but incredibly twisted by a pseudo-feminist ideology. Her bizarre logic did make me wonder more about what I was doing there. It seemed she had concocted an elaborate explanation for something her perverted mind had subconsciously decided she wanted. There were two other American women there. The former cheerleader from the Midwest, Madison, really did seem like she was a tart living off alimony until that ran out and she became trailer trash. A fashion model from California seemed to be everyone's stereotype of what a spoiled model should act like. Of course, everyone looked very good and all of them looked very embarrassed except for the model. She was in a state of denial. During the interviews, I felt like an idiot. When asked by Yegor how I felt, I honestly said I felt really turned on, embarrassed and stupid. Perhaps too honestly, I said I wondered how I could go back and handle mergers and acquisitions for clients who had seen me nude with my boobs on display and my lower lips parted for camera close ups. To tell the truth, at that moment it seemed like it would be easier to become a sex slave than to go home. I was horny as all hell and felt like I could have fucked the whole Bolrian army. The Lottery Machine put out the numbers of the engineer and the model for the final round. I was free to put on a silk robe and go. I had no interest in watching the final round. I headed back for my hotel room on the way finding a very handsome Bolrian man who asked in accented English, "May I help you?" I said, "I'm sure you can," and we went back to my hotel room. I think he came in me in various places about 10 times over the next 6 hours. I lost count of my orgasms. When I saw Kat at breakfast, she admitted that her bikini bottom had not stayed on long after she had been dismissed at the end of the third round. She had gone to bed with two Bolrian men before going to Mann's room and having more sex. Kat also said that one of the guys had admitted that Bolrian men pay money to have access to the halls between the studio and the women's hotel rooms after Lottery participants leave. The BLC thinks of every angle. Although I had set a new personal record for orgasms the afternoon and evening before, I was horny again on the flight home. Walker, who had been MIA after the lottery and who Crystal suggested had screwed the California model who had lost the lottery, was on the plane. He was tired on the flight to London but assisted me to enter the "Mile High Club" on the flight across the Atlantic. I was over-qualified before we reached Kennedy. Kat also joined the club with sex with Mann. Crystal reaffirmed her membership having sex with Schwarzhof and even her husband. They said Paula was staying in Bolry to participate in the next lottery. The 150th Slave Pt. 02 Repercussions and New Pressures When the plane landed, I knew I had been fucked during the trip in more ways than one. I deliberately set out to find Ferguson my first day back in the office to ask who had seen me in the lottery. He sort of smiled and said, "Oh, a number of people you know, a number of people I know, and a lot of people that neither of us know." I lost my temper and said, "OK, asshole, who of the people I know." Ferguson named four other firm partners (two of whom, Ms. Gentile and Ms. Hochwasser, are women) and then Leslie, and Chiara as having watched with him at Mann's condo. Ferguson knew that Jacobs had seen it with his father. "But don't worry, Laurel, they are all sworn to secrecy and the material the BLC and I have on each of them really assures that they will not be able to spread the word of your little display. Also, anyone who thought of disclosing Bolrian secrets would have to look over his shoulder for the rest of his short life until the Bolrian security police got to him. They reportedly are not afraid to travel around the world in the service of their country." I tried to work as I had before. The people who had seen me were fairly discrete. Leslie seemed to trust out her breasts mockingly when I gave her an assignment she did not like. Chiara gave me a slightly funny look when she first saw me afterword but maybe I was just imagining that. The firm partners who had watched with Ferguson treated the matter like they treat client confidences. Maybe Ms. Gentile cracked a slight smile when I suggested that we keep certain client secrets more confidential as one could never know who was watching. Ms. Hochwasser worked in another department. Mann kept Jacobs away from me for a few weeks by sending him on a trip to London to work with one of our British clients. The biggest problem was in my head. I felt like the world had seen me nude and presenting myself for sexual servitude. Even worse, I felt like I had really wanted to be a sex slave for at least a few minutes. Sometimes, I felt like, since I had displayed myself as willing to become a permanent sex object, I might as well offer to entertain the hundred or so firm members and staff at the next firm holiday party. I got my work done but I also found a time to see a therapist. I did not tell the therapist about the Lottery, of course, but did say that I had done something really out there sexually and was plagued with feelings of sexual tension and a bizarre desire to go further. She suggested I had been too repressed before and "with the cat out of the bag," I was overcompensating. She suggested I take up dancing or tennis or something else that would allow me to be more physical but did not threaten to ruin my career. I started going to a health club and working off some tension that way. About three weeks after the trip, Crystal called and said that she, Paula and Kat were going to participate in a lottery in a couple weeks and did I want to go. I said that I had to work and I'd had enough the first time. Crystal said that I was kidding myself and she'd call again the next time they went. "Presumptuous little bitch," I thought. Meanwhile, the merger and acquisition business was going downhill as part of the general economic downturn. Chiara was laid off along with a number of young lawyers in our department. I was called into a meeting with a number of senior partners. I was informed that unless I could come up with some more business, I should start looking for another position. It did not help that the value of my condo and my 401K had crashed with the economy. I think many people would say that I should have started looking for work in a bankruptcy firm, maybe in New Jersey or Pennsylvania, where there would be less pressure. Maybe I could slow down, marry a nice man and eventually join the PTA. I instead called Walker and asked whether his firm could give us more business. He said that might be possible but he'd have to get back to me. Anderson said the same thing when I called him. Restraining my disgust, I talked to Jacobs, who had become a non-equity partner, and asked if he had any ideas. I even sent an email to the BLC to ask if they needed any legal assistance. That was pathetic. I am not sure if I was even really trying to get legal business there. The responses to my marketing efforts were about what you'd expect. Jacobs said when I saw him that if I needed financial help during the period before I found a new job, he might be willing to assist. He said he hoped I'd saved enough for rainy days. He added that he had his own problems as his father's company had lost 30% of its value on the NYSE. His father was under investigation by the SEC. Jacobs also suggested that he and I should form "some sort of partnership" in Connecticut. His focus on my breasts as he said that indicated to me that the proposed partnership would involve more than legal work. The BLC responded that their needs for legal services in the United States were already being fully met by J. Ferguson and F. Mann of a firm in New York. That figured. The BLC added that it would be pleased to extend offers to me to participate in the Lottery and noted the BLC had sent numerous emails in the past weeks. Walker said that he could definitely get me legal business if I wanted to move to Seattle or Dallas and do real estate and employment work but that there was nothing more to be done on the east coast. Anderson said that he was already doing as much business as he cared to do with my firm but that, if I wanted to go in house, he could offer me a position in Dallas, Hamburg or Kiev. He also emailed, "Crystal says 'hi' and she'll be calling you tomorrow." No surprise as to what Crystal called about. She was back in Paris. Kat, Paula and she had had a wonderful trip to Bolry. She and Paula had gotten out in the first round. Kat had gotten out in the bikini round, where she had agreed to start. Crystal also said that a lot of people had inquired about me. Also, the engineer, Lena, said she hoped to see me again. Crystal mentioned that the BLC had given up the long terms for what the chosen women became because they decided it really did not matter legally. "Slave" sounded better and shorter. There were now "sex slaves" and "pain slaves." Crystal added she was sure the BLC really wanted me to come back and would pay a big bonus if I participated as a potential pain slave. "Seems a lot of guys would like to whip you and take you down hard. Believe it or not, a lot of people think you are a total bitch and they like it. I'm jealous." Although Anderson wanted her to scale back, Crystal simply had to go to the next lottery. She said Anderson would not let her skip a round but she knew I could get as much money as I made in months if I was willing to start as one of the 24 in the bikini round. Kat has already agreed to do it. Paula would be there. "I really wish I could." She then talked to me about an international tax law problem she had in one of her courses. I applied to the BLC. They promptly responded that although this was not a special premium lottery like the one I had participated in before, they could offer $60,000 if I was willing to start in the bikini round, and $15,000 starting in the first round. Both figures included all expenses. They volunteered that they would at least double those numbers if I was willing to risk becoming a pain slave. I still was not willing to go that far and I was unsure how I was going to get time off from the firm to go to Bolry. The second problem was solved when Walker offered to pay the firm my usual hourly fee for my time to, at, and from Bolry. I should list "foreign risk assessment" on my billing records. This was only my second lottery but, being a friend of Crystal, I was treated in Bolry like an old friend. Svetlana greeted me warmly and said how happy she was to see me again. Crystal joked that she was about to have a baby and this would be her last lottery because the BLC would not take a woman with dependent children. I did not understand what that was about. Crystal was definitely not very pregnant. The BLC room was better than most. I actually got some work done on the Internet. Svetlana mentioned that there was a big audience demand for me to participate as a potential "pain slave." I did not know how to take it when she said that there had been many comments after my appearance from people who would like to "really fuck that incredibly hot N.Y bitch up good." Svetlana acted like it was a complement. She said that only a few women got that reaction and almost boasted that she was one of them back before her retirement. She said that Crystal was another. She was very sorry that Crystal had to quit but there was no choice. "You really ought to try taking the pain slave risk. I did it even when a loss was much harsher than it is now. I'm told you might even like the ropes, whips and electrical charges. It all hurts terribly but is not nearly as bad as what the Bolrian security police did to me and are still doing to people who seek to overturn our great leader. The difference between pain and pleasure is not always clear. You would not have to fear permanent physical injury." Paula said that in the future she was always going to participate at the potential pain slave level. "Doubles the money and the thrill. Svetlana also introduced me to a number of the Lottery staff including the guy, Boltzin, who had gone to bed with me after the first lottery I'd done. He did not let out that he had met me before. Seems he is in charge of marketing research. He suggested that we should talk after the coming lottery about the plans for expansion to a second resort and the possibility of a male slave lottery. In particular, did I think that there were women who would pay big money to use a male sex slave or should they focus entirely on the gay market? I met the Australian woman who had participated as a potential pain slave in the lottery that I watched in a very distracting situation. Matilda did look like a tough customer over six feet with strong legs that she displayed proudly along with her chiseled face, and ample busts. I thought, though, she was kind of tacky and overdid the Crocodile Dundee bit in her kangaroo leather skirt and outback hat and boots. Is her name really Matilda? She must have picked up my feelings. She told me, "Remember, sweetie, this is about making money. If a lot of men want to see me suffer and fuck me, the Lottery offers me more to participate. So, if I look like something out of the WWF, it is all money in the bank." Lena was participating again as she had in almost every lottery since the one at which we'd met. She was giving all her earnings to one left-wing or feminist charity or another. She said seeing me made her feel like less of an idiot. I did not tell her that seeing her made me feel like more of one. All in all, this lottery was really easy. I was not one of the 12 chosen by the Machine from the 24, Crystal got out of at the bikini round. Kat got out in the topless round. Crystal said that she was really unsure she wanted that to be her last lottery and she would be going to the reception that is held after every lottery. I headed for my room where I knew I would find company. In bed afterward, I told Boltzin that I was sure that a lot of women would like to torture and fuck particular men but I did not know if there would be a market for slaves that would be created by a lottery. There were some firm partners I would have paid to go at with a whip and a strap-on dildo. They were, however, unlikely to put themselves up for the Lottery and the BLC would not want them. "Anyway, I'm probably not the sort of woman you should be asking about this, at least not now. Ask me again in 30 years." AN ADVENTURE NEARER HOME Back in New York things seemed normal but I knew my position in the firm was very tenuous. I could not be an overstressed workaholic though. There was not enough work to do. The firm encouraged me to give presentations and try to make new contacts. Mann suggested that I try that at a club of which he knew. Although I had suspicions as to this club, I agreed to go with him and a visiting friend of his, a guy named Zorski. I met Zorski when I got into a limo with Mann and Kat. Kat had on a cape and apparently nothing else. I had not been told how to dress, but knew Mann's taste so I was in a tight black mini-shirt and fishnet stockings held up by a garter belt. Zorski was a big strong guy in his fifties who looked like he had a nasty history. It did not seem there would be a lot of conversation because Zorksi seemed to speak only a little heavily accented English. Mann told me that for the club we I would have to wear "this" and handed me a leather collar with various places on it to attach hooks. I panicked but let Kat put the collar on me after Mann put a collar on her. I was pretty sure Mann was not going to kill me but not sure of much else. The club was way out on Long Island. Mann and Zorski chatted away in some sort of Slavic language. Kat and I exchanged banal chat as nicely as we could for women in slave collars being taken to a club that neither of us had been to before. When we pulled up to the front door of a mansion way out at Bay Shore or beyond, Mann handed Kat and me pretty little masks that, while letting us see, covered some of our faces. "I think you will be more comfortable in these. There are a few people here you know. You will probably be happier if in the future you can deny having been at this event." We put on our masks. "The other little adjustment that has to be made is that Kat and Laurel have to disrobe completely," Mann said. I started to object but what I was going to do having come some far? He told us both to keep on our high heels. He attached a leash to the collars that Zorski and he used to lead us into the mansion. Kat and I were first led to a toilet and told to make sure our bladders were empty or things could get even more uncomfortable later than they would be otherwise. Afterwards, we were led to a large hall. I'd thought scenes like this only existed in Victorian literature. There were maybe 18 nude women and six nude men with collars in a brightly lit hall that led to numerous dark rooms. I was scared. I hoped that this would not get out of hand. I learned that it would get out of hand when I put my hands up to shield my breasts. Mann said that this evening anyone who wanted to feel my breasts or other body parts could do so. If I got in the way with my hands, I would be handcuffed. Zorski worked over my nipples until they were both quite erect before pinching them like Anderson had done months ago. Any resistance I had had was gone. The host of the party gave a small speech. "Ladies and gentlemen and their slaves, we will begin by introducing each of the slaves. Their owner for the evening may describe any limitations on the use of them." Mann said that his good friend Zorski did not speak English well so he would have to introduce both Kat and me. I was shocked to hear Mann say that Kat and I could be used in any fashion as long as there was no risk of permanent damage or marks. Everyone was welcome to "fuck any of our holes." I gasped but no one cared. The rest of the owners promptly agreed that the same rules applied to all the slaves. We were separated and led trembling into different side rooms. Mann led me while Zorski took Kat. After hooking my neck and my hands to some sort of rigging above my head, Mann said, "Zorski will not know what to do without his usual tools. He can learn on Kat and work on you next. We all get to use six slaves. You are the one I want first. There is something about your arrogance, intelligence and vulnerability that makes me want to thrash and fuck. Indeed, my darling busty evil bitch, I have been waiting to do this for years." Mann took a soft whip and began doing my back and bottom. He was careful not to hit the same spot too many times. He spanked me with a paddle before getting a belt and working my back and slapping my breasts across the nipples. I naturally screamed and yelped through all this, which did not move him a bit. Mann rolled a long but very narrow padded bench in front of me with one end just between my legs and lowered my upper body over the bench so that each of my breasts hung over a different side of it. He tied my arms to the sides. I knew what was coming next when he pushed lubricant up my ass. After starting to mount me, he said, "Oh wait, I almost forgot" and put a clamp on each of my nipples just above the areolas. The anal sex was good. Jim had engaged in some ass play with me when I was school. Walker had taken me there more that once. I had enjoyed it and I was not shocked by what Mann did. What shocked me was the fact that after being beaten and anally penetrated for some time, I started to have convulsive orgasms. My mind had shut down. It was only later that it registered on me how perverted I must be. After coming up my ass, Mann said that he was fully satisfied with my performance as a non-equity partner. Perhaps I would yet join the firm "in some capacity." He left me tied over the bench. There was a long break. I suffered with nipple clamps and my ass up in the air. Zorski was my next visitor. He had been left the pleasure of taking the nipple clamps off my tits. The pain was exquisite as the blood rushed back. Zorski said something about how beautiful I was and how I must come back to Bolry before feeling up my breasts, slapping my ass a few times and ramming his cock up my pussy without moving me from the position in which Mann left me. This felt good, particularly as he reached around with a hand and also worked my front, none too gently. I was trying not to admit to myself that it had been a great evening so far. Zorski left and a masked slave came in to release me from the position in which I'd been left. I said nothing but I was sure that the slave who released me was Chiara. She had left the firm but apparently had not had the sense to flee the situation and go back to whatever Podunk she came from. Chiara gave me a towel to dry between my legs. When she said, "Laurel, we are to walk back into the central ballroom for a meal," I knew for sure that it was Chiara. My imagination began to run wild from all the worst BDSM porn of which I'd ever heard. I feared there would be some Sadist horror next like a slave turning on a spit or manure for us to eat. In fact we all sat at fancy tables. They passed around a variety of very nice dishes family style. Our host said that while everyone must, of course, remain totally anonymous (Ha, Ha), he did want to recognize honored visitors from abroad, including Patty and Irina who came all the way from Bolry. The "BLC" brand on Patty's butt made clear that she did not pay for her ticket to New York. Irina had the same brand and did not bother to hide her very beautiful face. The diamonds on her nipples, navel and clitoral hood jewelry indicated to me that she was more than just an average slave. At one point she winked at me like she knew me more than I knew myself. Our host further mentioned that a number of the other guests had been in Bolry and nodded in the direction of Kat and me just to embarrass us further. I now recognized others present. Jacobs and Ms. Gentile were not even trying to conceal their appearance. I thought I recognized others I had seen as participants in Bolry. I was pretty sure I also recognized my assistant Leslie behind a mask. If so, that would explain why Ferguson could be so confident that Jacobs, Gentile, Chiara and Leslie would keep quiet about viewing me in the Lottery. I also recognized several other associates among the slaves. I was pretty sure I had met others at the party at some meeting or another. Paula was there as a very tall bold slave and Schwarzhof there as a master. One master I thought was a N.Y. Supreme Court judge. The 150th Slave Pt. 02 The male slaves presence surprised me. I did not understand how it worked. I think some of their masters were male and some female. Were the male slaves all bi? Were some of the masters switch hitters? While I was eating some very nice Oysters Rockefeller and drinking some excellent chardonnay, the host of the event said that he should let us know the rest of the agenda for the evening. Each slave has gone through two sessions. Each would go through four more. One could do the same slave twice and there could be groupings. There would be a break after the next session but the slaves would be left in whatever position the last master left them. This should make them eager for the fourth session to begin. After the fourth session, we would all come back for an aperitif and several of the female slaves would be asked to entertain. The males, poor things, should save whatever strength they had left for the fifth and sixth rounds. Jacobs naturally was my third master of the night. He acted like a brutal inconsiderate punk. He put the nipple clamps back on my breasts and attached weights to them saying that he remembered that he had carried things for me. He whipped me harder than the others had and actually paddled my already sensitive pussy, pinched my clitoris to the point of extreme pain and kneed me hard between the legs. One should not ever hit women that hard there, not ever. I think that he might have done serious damage to something very important if my legs had been spread a little more. I began to cry. While I was still crying, Jacob spread me on a bed cot and vigorously fucked me anally. "I always thought you were a pain slut having to pretend to be ambitious," he said. He left me on the bed saying that I must, "Lie still and enjoy the nipple clamps and my cum in your ass until the next master comes." It was hard to rest with the clamps but I did the best I could. I resolved to avoid Jacobs in the future. Schwarzhof, my next master, took off the nipple clamps, stood me up and hooked me to the supports above. He put other clamps on my labia, which at that point were somewhat numb from Jacobs' knee. I did my best to keep from screaming from the large dildo he stuck in my ass that he left in place as he whipped me carefully on the back and breasts. I was on the verge of emotional collapse when he used a hose to wash me off. Next he removed the clamps for my labia and proceeded to cram his cock up my pussy without warning. I would have been dangling from the ropes except that he is a strong man and lifted me up and down on him like a toy. I somehow came again. Eventually he came and the fourth round was over. We got to rest a few minutes until Mann suggested to our host that I, and the slaves he pointed out that I knew to be Chiara and Leslie create a circle of cunnilingus in which I would lick Chiara while she licked Leslie while she licked me until each of us came. Any faking of orgasms would be severely punished. Having never gone down on a woman before or had a woman's tongue on me, I was afraid this would be a long session. Either I had beginner's luck or Chiara was quite sensitive as I am pretty sure she did not have to fake. Leslie, despite her earlier dislike for me, did her duty. I faked nothing. We did get another rest after that. Ms. Gentile came to visit me for the fifth session. She sort of kindly let me rest before telling me to do for her what I had done for the slave earlier. She directed me as I worked with a tired tongue. She came with a loud moan and said that she was sure I could learn to become an expert in a new area of firm business. It was almost dawn when Mann returned for the final session. He actually ran his hands over me gently, massaged lotions on abrasions and kissed me tenderly on the lips before making love to me like a bashful schoolboy. Rather I should say like a bashful schoolboy with over 25 years of practice and a skill at sucking and gently biting breasts. He carefully avoided rubbing anything that was sore. I came again. He told me I was beautiful and would make a very good sex slave. How romantic. Mann also asked me who had caused the bruise between my legs. I said it was Jacobs. He had been the only vicious one. I explained, "You, Zorski and Schwarzhof were rough, Jacobs was brutal and trying to hurt me." "Stupid prick, even if you hate a woman, you don't do something that will risk damaging her value." was Mann's sympathetic comment as he left the room to clean up for the ride home. Kat and I pretty much slept on the ride home with Kat's head on Zorski's lap. It was obvious she'd been through as much as I had. Zorski and Mann talked softly in several foreign languages I could not understand. I think they were trying to be gentlemen and not disturb our sleep. The 150th Slave Pt. 03 Pain or Security Ferguson called me into his office several weeks later and said that the firm had decided to keep me on and recall Chiara despite the fact that there was still a lack of paying work. Also, Kat had been hired as a contractor. They had faith that the firm's business would recover. They had been hired by a major client to handle all the arrangements for opening a major new facility in the Pacific. I would be flying to meet with the client in a few days and would stay for at least seven weeks while all the transaction work was done. Chiara and Kat would be assisting me along with Leslie and several male associates, Franks and Porter. Leslie, while not exactly homely, does not qualify for the Bolrian sex slave lottery. I thought briefly that this meant that this job was legitimate. "Oh," Ferguson said, Franks, Porter and Leslie will be going to the site of the new facility while you, Kat, and Chiara will be in Bolry. Shit, I would be expected to risk slavery again. Kat and Chiara certainly qualified physically to be participants in the Bolrian Lottery. Chiara has a beautiful hourglass figure and looks like the classic dark hair Italian beauty although she grew up in the United States. Still, I asked how they could mix Chiara in this as she had a sister and other family who would look for her if she lost. I had let her have time off for her sister's wedding. Ferguson laughed and said he was surprised that I had bought into that wedding shower lie. Chiara had been disavowed by her very conservative parents after she had been caught in an orgy with a number of African-American guys in high school. The time she had been at the supposed wedding she was at a lottery and risked becoming a pain slave. "Laurel, I am sure that you will appreciate how clever the deal is between the firm and the BLC," he said. The firm had locked up the business for the entire complicated Pacific island start up that involved three governments and many contracts by offering that Chiara, Kat and I would participate three times as potential pain slaves in three special high risk lotteries. He added, "You will also get $1 million for each Lottery in which you don't become a slave. You should not bandy that number about. Kat and Chiara are getting significantly less. You seem to be the woman that everyone wants to punish and the BLC thinks you need much more persuasion." Each lottery in which I would participate, I would have a 1/12thth chance of becoming a pain slave. If I was not a slave after the first lottery, I could work another two weeks before the second lottery that would involve the same risk. A week later, they were going to have a special lottery on what would normally be an off week to choose the 150th sex slave. With any luck at all, Chiara, Kat and I would be able to work weeks before the BLC took any one of us away to be humiliated, whipped and fucked. Of course, it could happen that one of us would be lost in the first special lottery and another in the second and then the last of us in the last special lottery. If we all became pain slaves, Ferguson was willing to make the sacrifice of leaving his family to complete the work in Bolry with other firm lawyers. Fucking bastard. Ferguson explained the Lottery had not kept up with the demand for pain slaves and needed to recruit more aggressively. They only had five and one of the five had special status. Also, he understood that they sought a greater diversity in their inventory. The Lottery in a big promotion had gotten a lot of money to persuade 14 women to risk becoming a pain slave. With Kat, Chiara and me they would have 12 for the first of the three "Lotteries of Submission." They had also recruited a Norwegian woman to replace the one who would become a slave in the first special lottery. For the third pain slave lottery to be held in the off week, it worked out well that a German woman, Johanna, could be the replacement for the woman taken in the 149th lottery. Johanna should be recovered from a recent mountain climbing accident. This guarantees the Lottery gets three pain slaves. One would be sent to the new Pacific resort. I asked him if he was out of his mind and why he thought I would be willing to do this. He said I had about a 75% chance of coming home with $3.0 million and a firm partnership after having had the thrill or scare of a lifetime. "One might think you were trying to get me out of your sight by locking me up in Bolry," I suggested. "There would be some advantages to me from that. You can count on me exploiting those advantages fully. Also, I would be freed from painful memories if you skipped these lotteries and just moved back to New Jersey. I only lose if you go to Bolry and come back. Oh, and you should read about the special ways that they intend to use and abuse the participants for this special set of lotteries for which they are charging a premium. Might send you to New Jersey if the risk did not." "You know, you could have had me if you had been willing to take some risks. I thought you were a god. I just wasn't willing to be your little toy on the side." Ferguson said, "I know that and that may be the biggest reason I can hardly stand to look at you anymore although you are the most beautiful woman I've ever met." "Oh, one last detail, Laurel, you need to sign this saying that if you do not come back to New York, any earnings that you make oversees will go to the firm. Of course, the BLC will pay the firm for your legal work anyway, but we want to make sure that any lottery earnings you make in either of the first two of the three Lotteries of Submission will also go to the firm. We don't want to risk the BLC not having to pay out. This has no possible effect on you because in that situation you would have no use for the money anyway." Some lawyers would make good investment bankers I thought. I said he was a cowardly, fucking asshole, and called Kat. "Did you agree to this," I asked. "Yes," she said. "Why" "I think I want to be rich or a secure pain slave," Kat said. "As it is, I'm almost a pain slave without any security." I called Mann. "Was this your idea?" were my first words. "No, but I like the money the firm will make." "Why should I risk this?" "Laurel, I don't think you should. It was the idea of Tolski, Svetlana and some other Bolrians with a long history to put on the special lotteries to get pain slaves the customers particularly want, complete with special broadcasts, As to you in particular, it is something to do with your beauty combined with a large dose of amorality and pride that brings out the worst in amoral, proud men and women. They want you and about six other women to be made into helpless, sex objects. I think some in the BLC would have offered us millions to simply sell you, but that would not work for a number of reasons even leaving aside morality." "What if I say no?" "Your goose is cooked as far as the firm goes and I would not expect any help from anyone in going somewhere else. I don't think you could get much for your condo. You might be pretty poor for a while." "What if I go?" "In the worst case," Mann said, "You would make a good slave. I would visit you. I think the crap about dogs and other really gross stuff is untrue. At least I don't know anyone into that. If you came back, I am pretty sure you would be set financially and only have to deal with your own mental demons." "And, as a full partner, I could work to get revenge on the assholes who forced me into this crap," I thought. I had to think. I faced a 25% chance of something that might be horrible or a 100% chance of facing a comfortable but poor and dull life, in other words something only slightly less horrible to me. The three million bucks was definitely a factor. I told the firm I would do the work and the BLC that I would do the three lotteries they offered. I signed the contract to turn over any Lottery winnings if I became as slave. Ferguson was right that it did not harm me. As required by the BLC, I got another intrusive medical exam and answered another long set of incredibly intimate questions about my prior sex life and reproductive cycles. I told myself that $3 million and a firm partnership was worth it and that I'd never have to do this again. I was pretty sure that these would be my last three lotteries. Mann and I spent the evening together the day before I flew off. It was a nice dinner. The sex lasted all night long. We did it 7 or 8 times in 4 or 5 ways. At that particular point I had developed almost as much contempt for Mann that I had for Ferguson. I think I remember reading something by Erica Jong that hatred could cause dicks to get harder and vaginas wetter. It worked in this case. Over breakfast I asked him if he was really named "Mann" and where he was born. "Yes, and New Jersey," he answered. "My first name is Friedrich, my parents fled an area that is currently in the Czech Republic. After years in Germany, they made it to the United States. It may surprise you to learn that they were married before I was born, well over a decade before in fact." BACK TO BOLRY For once, I should have taken Ferguson's advice. After accepting the BLC's offer and getting on the plane for Bolry, I read about the special rules for the three special lotteries, 148 to 150; the three "Lotteries of Submission to Pain." Because of the topless round start, skipping the usual first two rounds, there had to be other ways to fill the time, build tension and increase the number of viewers. The first of the three lotteries, there would be extended interviews with the 12 topless women. Because the interviews would be out of the way, the 6 in the nude round would each be bent over and given a dozen swats on the fanny. The finals would go as usual. In the second of the pain slave lotteries, it would get even more embarrassing. The replacement for the previous loser would be interviewed during the topless round with the rest of us just getting little introductions. During the nude round, each of the six would be placed on a central platform and stimulated with a vibrator until she had at least one orgasm to be viewed close up around the world. At the beginning of the third of the trio of lotteries, they would interview the replacement for the loser of the second lottery. Because this lottery was going on during what would usually be an off week, interfered with normal programing, and would only be available to special subscribers who had bought the special presentation, the Lottery wanted to compress the time and eliminate the filler. So the Lottery Machine, in addition to choosing six women for the nude round, would also choose a seventh woman. That seventh woman would have sex on stage with the winner of a different lottery ($1000 per ticket) during the set up time for the nude round and into the time that would normally go to the nude round interviews. So, one of the topless round survivors would make a hard-core performance and film. This seventh woman was expected to treat this public sex with a stranger with all the enthusiasm that she would sex with her favorite lover. That's show business. The nude round would be compressed for this third lottery. There would be only enough delay to build excitement before the Lottery Machine was run again and the finalists chosen. As usual there would be a short break to set up the finalists, but they would be set up in a bedroom and the measurements would be abbreviated. The Machine would pick the slave, but instead of the usual half hour break in the program to set up the special viewing of the new slave, the finalist that did not become a slave would have sex on camera with a person who would buy the right at auction. In each of the three special lotteries, the time allowed for the slave debut would be extended substantially to allow time for both much pain and much rough sex. The new pain slaves would give a little introduction before the session started for submission, humiliation and marketing purposes. The last hour of the show would be abuse and sex. In short, while I had a pretty good chance of avoiding slavery, it was likely that I would be featured in soft or hard core porn to be watched by numerous members of the firm and the Long Island club and sold and re-sold by the BLC. Shit. Shit. Shit. Turned out Kat and Chiara had not read the special performance terms before accepting either. I would never think of any of us as smart again but I really don't think it would have made a difference. We flew first class on a normal commercial airplane. The Lottery circus was not in full swing at Bolry as we arrived. It was over a week before the next lottery and three weeks before the first of the special lotteries. For almost four weeks, Kat, Chiara and I were there to do legal work. Kat had been contacted by Zorski and spent most evenings with him and his friends, including a guy named Daria who seemed even more unsavory to me than Zorski. Zorski and his friends were not directly connected with the Lottery. I was sure they were connected with something far more sinister. I had not known that Kat and Zorski had become such friends during the Long Island club event. Chiara also had friends in Bolry. So, I often was left alone in the evening. I could not really work after 7:00 because the offices with the key materials were closed. An idle mind is the devil's playground. I found the nice young marketing researcher who had entertained me after my first lottery. He was only 27 but old enough to satisfy many of my needs. He also had friends who did not speak English but did speak sex. On one of our trips downtown to speak with the government officials who worked with the BLC, I met an older Bolrian man, Lermanov, who I gathered was the Bolrian equivalent of the U.S. Secretary of State. He came into the meeting Chaira and I were having with some government officials regarding tax treatment of income generated overseas. He said he avoids functions connected with the Lottery but he wanted to meet the women who were doing so much work for the BLC. He seemed pleasant enough. Crystal later told me that he could be even more charming. She also said that he was closely connected with Pyotr Toltski and generally thought to be the second most powerful person in Bolry. He also is the one who discovered the misappropriations of women named Natalya and Ludmila who I would meet. I had dinner with Svetlana. She thanked me for coming and said how pleased she was that I was participating in the three Pain Slave lotteries. The BLC really could not keep up with the demand for slaves who could be humiliated whipped, tickled, prodded with electrical devices and otherwise tortured. This was particularly true because pain slaves could not be expected to satisfy as many customers per week as normal sex slaves. Pain slaves were literally beat in satisfying each customer that paid to use them as pain slaves. "We are in business. We can't overwork our assets or they will collapse and need to be taken out of service," she said. I don't think I would have used those terms in speaking with a potential pain slave but I guess she thought I would be so impressed with her business acumen that I would not think of my personal situation. Or maybe she knew she had me signed up and did not care. Svetlana continued, "The CEO of the BLC for the first 4 years, Dimitry, made it sound like the pain slaves would be subject to mayhem and murder. He even televised one session in which it was clear the slave had suffered horribly. Understandably, few women wanted to take that risk. The ones who did were so crazy that we did not want them. We did not think we could find customers for them. How many sadists want to pay to participate in an assisted suicide? "Dimitry resorted to forcing a former mistress named Katerina into being a pain slave along with 3 Bolrian prisoners of the state. We could not really advertise them. The prisoners were not the sort of product we wanted to offer. Also, the pain slaves brought in while Dimitry ran the lottery are less desirable. 'Damaged goods,' damaged before and after they came to the BLC I think. "Since we have made clear that pain slaves would still have a life, a desirable life for some women, we have gotten a few more applicants but the Lottery Machine has only taken one of them. She is a very desirable Bolrian political outcast, Dimitry's last wife, Natalya. Also, Katerina, who happens to be Russian, is recovering and has been worked into the routine so that gives us five in total, two Bolrian and one Russian with a Mexican and a Chinese woman. "There was nothing to do with the prisoners. Dimitry would have killed them but I have released them after making clear that if they say anything about what they have seen, they will be liquidated much more painfully than if they had stayed as Pain Slaves." The Thursday before the next lottery, a bunch of attractive women and other people there for the Lottery began to arrive. I recognized some of the participants from earlier lotteries. The women that would be in the three Submission to Pain lotteries would not be participating in this lottery as the BLC wanted to hold them back for the big event. One of the women participating this 147th lottery was a woman from Texas, Sheila. Walker had talked Sheila into coming. She was participating the first time. Another was a lady named Tiffany who came from Seattle. She had been in a lottery years ago and decided it would be fun to do again although she'd had a very tough time in her first lottery. There was also the Japanese woman who had been among the six with me in my first lottery as well as a woman who was a few years behind me in Constitution Law School. She'd been laid off from her big firm job as a result of the economic downturn. Svetlana introduced me to Irina at a reception for guests before the lottery apparently not knowing that Irina and I had already met on Long Island. Irina's status as a slave was clear. She was nude except for a collar, a garter belt holding a pager and her body jewelry. Svetlana mentioned that Irina had been flown in from Berlin for the post-lottery party to which I had been invited. "There's a party after every lottery for certain guests. The lottery participants are invited but often too strung out and can find comfort from the Lottery groupies in the hotel if they wish. So, you, Chiara and Kat, are invited to all the post-lottery parties while you are here; unless you become a slave, of course, and are the guest of honor at other events. It will easy for you to dress for the post-lottery parties because, as lottery participants, you will be expected to come wearing only jewelry and high heels," I said that I would see how I felt Saturday. I might have to work. The next day, another plane arrived early containing strange cargo, Ferguson, Jacobs and a lawyer-CPA named Redstone. It seems that Svetlana had told the firm that she was extremely happy with Kat, Chiara and me, but extremely dissatisfied that the firm had staffed the matter in such a fashion that they might be left with fewer and fewer staff to do the transaction work over time. People might have to be replaced by people who would have to learn the business. Svetlana told me that she had insisted that they send Jacobs and Redstone who she had somehow seen before. I did not know how she even knew these guys. They are not the people I would have requested. Jacobs and Redstone are hunks, though. I knew personally that Jacobs has a large cock. Both would work hard with Ferguson breathing down their necks but they aren't the brightest guys at the firm. I worked through the lottery that day. I gather a woman from Columbia became a sex slave. Hopefully, I would never have occasion to meet her. I decided, though, what the hell, I'd go to the party that night. Certainly, I did not want to continue working with Ferguson. Jacobs and Redstone were going to the party although they had only gotten into town the day before. Although I would not have any trouble deciding what to wear, I would have to trim carefully. Chiara and Kat came with me. The 150th Slave Pt. 03 The party, basically a cocktail party with unusual dress and undress, was not an orgy although many people left during the party to be involved in more vigorous activities. Irina's lack of attire did not stand out at this event because slaves and all active lottery participants were nude and many of the rest of the women did not wear much. Many that were not nude wore tight black leather accentuated with whips and chain accessories. Svetlana was wearing only a black corset. Ms. Gentile was there in tight leather with a riding crop. Crystal was nude and chatted only briefly before saying that she was going to dress and go downtown to see Lermanov. Svetlana introduced two senior assistants Alex and Sofia who were both dressed in business suits and looked to be in their late 30s. Sofia in turn introduced me to Ludmila who was nude. Ludmila was acting like a hunted animal and trying to find an opportunity to talk to Svetlana in private. Svetlana ignored her. Boltzin whispered in my ear that she was the last of Dimitry's people who was not a pain slave or dead and that both Svetlana and Irina hated Ludmila because of things that had happened under Dimitry. Their view apparently was shared broadly as a Bolrian man pretended to slip when walking toward her and accidentally threw his beer in her face. He did not pretend very hard. Most surprising, Jacobs and Redstone were at the party wearing only leather codpieces, harnesses and nipple jewelry. Jacobs was pretty embarrassed to talk with me particularly after I said, "My, it seems your role has shifted." He blushed and said that he had had to make some adjustments. The two enjoyed speaking with Chiara more I think. After a while Jacobs and Redstone went off with Ms. Gentile, two women I did not know who were dressed in leather and two men dressed in black suits who were carrying large black handbags. Kat went off with Zorski and a few of his friends. After chatting briefly with most of the people at the party, Svetlana said to me that she was going to change clothes and see where my male colleagues from the firm were. She wanted to do more marketing research. I spent much of the party talking to Irina who wore jewelry that featured a little pistol with its barrel penetrating through her left nipple. Without coming out and saying I was worried about my future, I asked a lot of questions of Irina about what it was like to be a Pain Slave. Knowing the reason for my curiosity, Irina said I should probably talk to Natalya whose situation was more akin to that of a pain slave who would lose a lottery in the future although Natalya's situation was unique also. Irina said that her own situation was different than others because of her background in Bolry and when she lost. She admitted that all women who participate in the Lottery have mixed motives but that she was more directly coerced than most. At the time she had agreed to take the risk of becoming a "Chattel Slave," she did not think she would live long if she could not get out of Bolry and that dying as a slave would not be worse than dying as a political prisoner. Further, for the first few months of her slavery she lived almost in solidary confinement and was at a high risk of dying under torture. After that initial period, her situation has been a bit better than that of the other pain slaves. She is allowed to stay out of Bolry most of the time. I kind of hinted around to get an idea of what kinds of pain and humiliation she'd suffered. "Many kinds and more than plenty," she said. The tone of her voice suggested she did not want to spell out the details, but in the end she almost joked, "No, I have not been fucked by dogs. I was threatened with dogs by one customer if I did not hold still while he ramped up the voltage on a device to which I was then attached. I held still." I did not take much comfort in this answer. Irina added that the Lottery did not go for humiliations beyond slaves admitting that they are slaves because they took risks and that they can be rented. "At least anywhere it might become known, the BLC does not want any humiliation that would make a slave seem cheap or low class. They would never tell us to say on camera that we are worthless sluts or allow us to be used in a way that would imply that. You don't pay five figures to have a worthless slut for a night. The customers are paying to have sex with captured princesses. If they even allowed customers to treat us like animals much in private, it would cause a loss of self-esteem that would make us less valuable to the Lottery. They want us to act like privileged women that, after you put them in their place, really like sex. Slaves were offered money based in large part on how much the BLC thought they were privileged women who really like sex. If you are trying to destroy a woman, you can torture her beyond her limit and treat her like an animal, but that's not the way to maximize profits from controlling a beautiful woman." I asked Irina if she'd gotten used to the pain and humiliation so that it did not matter anymore. She said that she was used to the humiliation when she was with people who had seen her as a slave a lot but that it was still embarrassing. "I will never get used to the pain, even though I've had more than most. When I was being tortured by the Bolrian Security Police, I had to fear for my life as I well as being put through excruciating pain. There is no getting used to that. Now, I know the BLC will not kill me, hurt me permanently or drive me to utter despair, but it also will not allow me to become numb to the pain. Whenever I begin to get beyond caring, I am left alone for a while and allowed to grow nerves back into all the places that people want to whack, pinch and shock. When I am again sent to a customer, I am as scared unless I know it is a customer who does not want to take me to the edge. Maybe the memory of everything that has happened in the past makes the experience more painful and, most ridiculously, more thrilling. I am so sick I am beyond wanting to get well." Irina looked at her pager and said she had to go to room 1136. "See you" Boltzin pointed out which woman was Natalya but said that Natalya did not speak English terribly well. She did look very attractive with black hair and blue eyes, a stylish black leather collar, silver stirrups through her nipples with little snakes on them and three silver rings in her labia. Various Bolrian men seemed to be going out of their way to insult her. One guy apparently intentionally rubbed ice over her breasts. Another guy actually bent her over in the middle of the party so he could work a swizzle stick up her bottom while another guy pinched between her legs. Natalya gave out sounds of surprise and little screaks. Sofia went over and seemed to have told the guys to take Natalya elsewhere. A little humiliation of slaves was allowed but it was not the place for a torture session. So, Natalya was taken away by about five men and two women. Boltzin explained that Irina was right that Natalya's situation is not a perfect measure of what will happen to the slaves chosen during the special pain slave lotteries coming up. Natalya used to be married to a powerful Bolrian official before he was killed in an accident. Also, Natalya was found to have embezzled a great deal of money from the Bolrian treasury while she was riding high. Now she lives in a compound near the coastal resort where most of the slaves are housed but she is frequently brought back to Bolry just to be humiliated and abused by a larger audience than could afford the cost of abusing her on the coast. "You might say that she is on an usual type of prison chain gang." Sofia interrupted, though, to say that other participants should not assume that they would be treated much better than Natalya while glancing at me. I decided it was time for Boltzin and me to go to my room. A couple hours later, Svetlana called my room to say I should come up to Suite 1136, "Where you will get to settle a score." Boltzin dressed and said goodbye. I dressed lightly and went up to Suite 1136. I knocked and Svetlana said, "Come in." Irina, Ms. Gentile, Sofia, Redstone, two men I did not know and Jacobs were there. The two men were busy occupying Irina's anus and vagina. Redstone was performing oral sex on Svetlana. Jacobs had his arms tied to hooks in the ceiling and his legs spread on bars on the floor. He was nude and Sofia and Ms. Gentile were lightly whipping his partially erect sex organ with some sort of flogger. I just stood there a while and watched. After all those active completed their business with various grunts and shouts, Svetlana said, "Laurel, I heard from Mann that you and Mr. Jacobs do not get along well. He mentioned that apparently due to a trifling imposition by you on a business trip about which no gentleman would have complained, Mr. Jacobs treated you with excessive force during a social event. After I questioned him using means that I learned from our BSP, I learned that he kneed you hard between the thighs. While a measured cunt punt is allowable, we do not ever allow any conduct as to any women that would risk causing a pelvic injury. I feel strongly that Mr. Jacobs should be severely punished for doing this. I could do it myself, but I think that you should take part in the punishment. "You should feel free to treat Mr. Jacobs with all the severity he deserves. Mr. Jacobs has been informed that he is totally in the wrong. Any resentment by him of your participation in his punishment, let alone any attempt at retaliation, would be punished, both by the BSP and me, with permanent injury certain. "If you do not have good ideas as to how to punish him properly, I would suggest that you whip him top to bottom and repeatedly knee him in the testicles. You need not fear seriously damaging him that way. As the Bolrian Security Police have proven many times, testicles are resilient unless you really try to break them." There did not seem to be a way to decline this offer gracefully even if I had wished to do so. I whipped his back, nipples, ass and genitals a bit less than he had whipped mine on Long Island. He took it fairly well when I was whipping his back but acted like a baby when I worked his front. After I kneed him in the balls twice, he grimaced. Svetlana was not satisfied. "Didn't they teach you anything school?" Svetlana asked and kneed him in the balls from a slightly different angel. Jacobs broke down entirely even while somehow maintaining the erection he'd had the whole time. "You need to smash his balls against his pelvis so that they are crushed instead of just swatted," Svetlana said. Svetlana told Jacobs he should take his ballbusting like a man and slammed her knee into his testes twice more before releasing him from his restraints. Jacobs promptly fell to the floor and curled up in a fetal position. Svetlana said that I was welcome to stay but knew I'd had a long day. She also said that we'd have to talk Monday morning about a new issue that would involve some additional work. As I left, they were helping Jacobs from the floor and explaining he had more to do and receive that night. The following Monday morning, Svetlana explained that they had decided to go forward with developing a stable of male slaves at the Pacific resort and that this would require certain contractors that they had not needed before. They would not try to open the Pacific resort with male slaves but would bring them in over time. "In the beginning at least, the slaves will be gay and bi guys and the customers will be overwhelmingly wealthy gay men although women interested in pegging men will be welcome. Perhaps soon medical science will advance to address the hydraulic problem that prevents males from performing consistently with opposite sex partners as well as women can. " I was annoyed with this change order that might result in having to spend an extra week in Bolry. I said, "If you are not going to try to open the Pacific resort with male slaves, why don't we just finish what we have started and start on the additional work later." Svetlana replied, "Laurel, we want your brilliant mind to at least begin this work that will raise new issues. There is a good chance you will not be available for legal work long." I talked to Ferguson later Monday. We needed to go over a few things as he was flying back to New York Tuesday afternoon to deal with matters for a different client. We discussed almost exclusively work because I really could barely stand the guy at that point. I did mention that I had seen Jacobs "in a new way" and asked what was going on. Ferguson said that Jacobs' father had been indicted for securities fraud and ousted as CEO of the company. Ferguson had wanted to fire Jacobs. Ms. Gentile had suggested that he could stay as a non-equity partner as long as he was willing to do some additional "work" for her. She implied that this work would help the firm generate new business to replace what had been lost. Apparently, this new work is being done in Bolry. Ferguson said that he did not inquire what the nature of that additional work was and he did not want to know. The 150th Slave Pt. 04: Original Ending THE 148TH SLAVE The next week was pretty much all work. Fergusson left Tuesday after giving instructions to Kat, Chiara, Jacobs, Redstone and me. That afternoon the other women began to arrive for the first of the three "Submission to Pain" lotteries. There were to be many medical tests and procedures, promotional broadcasts and other things to build the audience for the lotteries. All participants were expected by Wednesday. At a reception held that Wednesday evening that Svetlana insisted Kat, Chiara and I attend, I saw the other nine women who would be with us in the first of the three lotteries and in the lotteries thereafter (if not slaves). We were all dolled up at the beauty parlor and dressed in short dresses with plunging necklines as the BLC was going to televise shots from the reception out to its international audience. Yegor, Svetlana and a number of other local celebrities were there. What do you say at a reception to a bunch of women who you hope will become sex slaves instead of you? Obviously, we did all have one big thing in common. Otherwise our lives were pretty different. Several of the women did not speak English. I knew most of them some already because of my earlier lotteries or the ones I had watched. I learned more about them at the reception. Alina, I knew from lotteries and her reputation. She had been in more lotteries than any other woman. She was the second wife of the "Great Leader" Pyotr Toltski. I was sympathetic to her situation although she had a bad reputation in Bolry. She said that these three lotteries would finally bring a close to her saga. Either she would be a pain slave or have enough to finish paying her debts and get out of Bolry. The insufferable woman from Tennessee, Ashley, was back in Bolry along with none other than the preacher man, the Rev. Jeremiah. Ashley's husband, Jeremy, had to work in Tennessee. I overheard the Rev. Jeremiah tell Svetlana that Ashley's husband would be perfect to participate in a lottery for male slaves although, of course, he would not countenance the thought of any form of homosexuality. Ashley proudly said that she was at the lottery in the service of the Almighty and would be contributing her winnings to the church of the holy Rev. Jeremiah. The Chinese Lady who continued to call herself "the Dragon Lady" was dressed in an incredibly tight silk dress. I thought she looked good but I could not talk to her at the reception except to say hi. I don't speak Chinese and she did not know more than 100 words in English. Two of those were "dragon" and "lady." Diya the former Bollywood star was there and full of confidence. Although she had run through all the money she'd received at earlier lotteries, she was sure that in five weeks she'd be set for life. She could again make movies and be a star. I had a sorority relationship with the Polish doctor, Elizabeth, and the German Engineer, Lena, because we three had gone through our first lottery together and all reached the embarrassing semi-finals. I really had thought Elizabeth was going to quit after the first lottery because she had said she was only there because she had lost a bet to her hospital administrator. Problem was that she did not patched things up with the administrator. She quit and moved to a village in the east of Poland that she said was very boring. She said she now had a 75% chance here of getting enough money to establish a clinic in a town where there was nightlife. No one mentioned what would happen in the 25% case. I had initially wondered whether Lena would be back again. As it happened, she had been in many lotteries since, always playing at the highest possible level of risk and risking becoming a pain slave. Seeing her there yet again, I expected a convoluted story about what she had done after the first of our lotteries. I was not disappointed. About six days after Lena got back to Germany from the 5-year anniversary lottery, her boss had had the nerve to suggest that she participate in the Lottery again. She had told her boss, Ursula, a woman in her 50s, that if she thought it was so important to offer one's life to serve the cause of women's rights and relief of women suffering as political prisoners, why did she not offer her own body. Ursula pointed out that there was less demand for women in their late 50s than early 30s. The Lottery would not offer Ursula hundreds of thousands of Euros to risk becoming a sex slave. Lena had called her bluff and said that if Ursula offered herself up to 25 homeless men from the Munich homeless shelter, Lena would go to ten more lotteries and offer her earnings to charity. For dramatic effect, Lena had even said that in the wildly unlikely event that Ursula met the challenge, after Lena came back from the tenth lottery, she would surrender her body to every employee of the specialty steel company her boss owned who agreed to give 300 Euros to a charity working against FGM in Africa and the Mideast. Things sat like that until Ursula said that she was willing to raise the ante. She would surrender her body for safe sex in a safe supervised place to all the homeless men who passed a VD test in homeless shelters located in Munich, Frankfurt and Hannover if Lena agreed to participate in the ten lotteries as a potential pain slave including special high risk lotteries that Ursula knew were coming up. Lena said she thought she was bluffing and accepted. Lena was shocked later when a co-worker told her that they had to go to Hannover to watch something important. She was even more shocked to see Ursula pull a train of guys who had not had any luck for years. She even seemed to enjoy it. It was too late to back out of her promise and her boss fulfilled her end in Frankfurt and Munich. Lena started participating in the lottery on a constant basis. Lena was further shocked when she learned about the special nature of these three lotteries and that there was a 25% chance of her becoming a sex toy for sadists for the rest of her life. She said it would be easier to just die but that would deny money to worthy charities. The other Bolrian woman in these special lotteries, Ludmila, also had a history. Like Natalya she had been connected with the former head of the BLC. Instead of being his wife, she was his chief of staff. She spoke good English. I chatted with her about the weather and reversals of fortune. She had black hair and blue eyes like Natalya, but she is a little more buxom and a little less tall. Apparently, her chances of becoming a slave eventually were very high as she would not have enough to pay back everything she had embezzled even if she survived this set of lotteries and a many more like it. The Australian, Matilda, continued to be patronizing to me although I think she is slightly younger than me and less educated. "Matie, you come back to make some real money. You get a good offer to risk getting your big boobs beaten and your quim filled to the brim?" I said that I had gotten a fine offer to take the risk of becoming a pain slave. I was sure she had also. I thanked her for the advice she'd given before on how to market myself. Margaret, the English gender studies professor, was the last of the twelve who was there through three lotteries unless she lost in one of the first two. She said that she realized this was very dangerous but the money was just too inviting. If she became a sex slave, she would study the phenomena and try to write a scholarly book between beatings and fucking. She agreed it would be hard to get her findings peer reviewed for scholarly publication particularly as the existence of the BLC could not be revealed. Kat, Chiara and I went back to work the following morning while the other nine relaxed and were filmed for promotions. Naturally, we all became more anxious as Saturday came closer. There was a 1/12th chance that in a week I would be in a resort on the coast of Bolry being abused and penetrated as much as the BLC thought I could safely take. I was now the most senior attorney from the firm. Jacobs did take instructions. Given his problems, there had been a shift of power back to me. Of course, my situation made that very tenuous. Saturday morning Kat, Chiara and I let the boys continue to work while we got prepared and took our places on the platforms with the other 9 women. There was a longer introduction than usual and replays of our past appearances in the Lottery. The interviews done by Yegor and Svetlana seemed to last forever but that was because I just wanted to get done. Finally, they hit the button and the Lottery Machine did its usual hocus pocus before putting up the numbers. I was relieved to see that I had been spared this lottery. This round was hard on the local girls as both Alina and Ludmila were chosen. The Dragon Lady was also in along with Elizabeth, Matilda and, Oh shit, Kat. Excused, Chiara and I went to the watching room. I really could not take the rest the day not knowing whether we had to call Ferguson for a replacement for Kat. Under the special format, the six woman were next shown bent over a long padded bar with their breasts hanging and their butts presented for paddling. Each woman was then paddled 12 times with a split screen close up of her bottoms and her face and upper torso. The screen of the women's faces with their breasts (each was at least a C cup) bouncing back and forth as they were smacked seemed even more obscene than the close up of their butts and bottoms and squirming legs showing their anuses and glistening vaginas. Even tough girl Matilda was showing very visible distress by the time she got twelve swats. Others were crying. The Machine was pushed again and, two chosen were the Dragon Lady and, damn it all, Kat. I could not sit still during the break and paced around the observation section. There was the final round with all the measuring. Both women were pretending to smile while scared out of their wits. I won't drag this out. It was just too terrible particularly when the Machine picked Kat as the 148th slave. I was shocked. Kat looked like this was a bad grade on an exam that she knew had been hard for her. She remembered to smile after the applause began and kind of nodded to the audience as she was led out. The Dragon Lady did not pretend she had not been concerned. She left the room like she felt the Machine might reconsider if she was not back to her hotel room immediately. Chiara and I did not know what to do. Staying and watching would not be fun. After talking about it a minute, we decided we had better stay lest we miss something that would help us if we became pain slaves in the next three weeks. I did slip out and txt a message to Ferguson that Kat needed to be replaced. After the usual 30 minutes, the debut began. Kat was displayed full frontal with her arms bound tightly behind her back to project her breasts like unguided missiles. I was not surprised to see her nipples and labia pierced as she'd told me she'd had that done in New York a few months ago. She stood with her legs parted a couple feet. There was a spotlight on her face, breasts and vagina. Shown hooked tightly to a wall were Irina and Natalya who were being lightly flogged or pinched whenever there had to be a break in the action with Kat to adjust position. I'd forgotten there was to be a little speech part of the performance. Kat was forced to read a little introduction apparently written by someone who was really proud of his ability to make word jokes in a foreign language and excessively amused by Kat's name. So Kat did her best to smile and say, "Hi, I'm Kat, I used to be a New York accountant but now I've lost my pussy in a game of chance. I'm available to be pet smoothly or roughly against the fur by calling the number below or contacting the website shown. No scratching that causes bleeding or other permanent damage is allowed but you can abuse me, use me, and even force me to have a kitten or so." Gag me with a spoon. At least she did not have to end with "Meow." Naturally, two cat of nine tails appeared. They were wielded by guys in leather pants. They began to flog her hard enough to hurt but it was not like a scene out of Mutiny on the Bounty. They were careful not to break the skin. Kat acted like she'd done this before for a while but eventually began to fall apart. They let her rest briefly, nipple clamps were applied, she was unchained from the floor and pushed over a padded rail. Clamps were applied to her labia. This was followed by a dildo being forced up her ass that seemed to have been frozen or something as Kat loudly gasped "Oh my God," as it was inserted. A long electric vibrator dildo was forced into her pussy and against her clitoris. It looked like she was being skewered especially after someone put his penis into her mouth. This went on until Kat seemed to have an orgasm, as did the penis. Clamps were removed suddenly which caused her to give out a little shout. She was allowed to hang there a while over the rail with a focus on her hanging breasts until, without any warning, she was branded "BLC." She screamed, of course. The cameras shifted to Irina and Natalya for a short period before the scariest vision of the day. Kat was on a narrow bed, without any restraint, holding her legs apart wide with her pussy at the edge of the bed and a cushion behind her back so that her torso was pushed up a few inches. The camera view up between her legs was as vivid as possible. One of the men appeared and began to use a little riding crop with a flat end to whack her directly on her inner thighs, labia and everything else that was so exposed. The scary part was that Kat hardly flinched and even seemed to pull her legs wider to receive the blows more completely. When the camera showed her face, it was one more of grim determination than pain. I suspected she had an orgasm from the beating alone. After a very short switch back to Irina and Natalya who were shown being hit on the breasts with the type of crop that Kat had been, the camera was back on Kat who was still on the bed with her legs parted motioning her legs and moving her arms as though she was desperate to be mounted. She did not have to wait long before a large man with a large appendage appeared whose face was never shown. I guess it was Zorski. No ceremony was held before he entered what was so completely offered. Another man appeared at Kat's head and promptly was taken into her mouth. After a suitable period of time, everyone apparently was satisfied. Irina and Natalya were shown briefly again before the camera went back to Kat who had the cock of man who was sitting on the edge of the bed up her butt and soon had another man up her vagina. After we watched that a while, I said to Chiara that I had seen quite enough and was heading back to my room. Matilda said, "one lottery down, two to go." This was a bit insensitive but captured a portion of our complicated group of emotions. Chiara looked at me and said, "I need something but, after that, it isn't a man quite yet." We retired to her hotel room for a couple hours for rest and relaxation. I also accepted a back massage and other comforts in my room from a very handsome man who spoke little English that I met between Chiara's room and mine. After some more rest, I got a call from Svetlana asking me to come to the post-lottery party. As a lottery participant, I was nude. Svetlana was dressed only in leather pants and high heels. Svetlana expressed sympathy that I would not be seeing my friend Kat for a while or perhaps ever but "a deal is a deal." I admitted that Kat was not a good object for pity. She had been eager to participate in these lotteries. Svetlana said Zorski and his friends had commented that they thought she should be paying the BLC for the chance to become a pain slave. Svetlana and I agreed that all the women who participate in these lotteries act out of mixed motives and had varied levels of compulsion. Every woman attractive enough to be chosen as a participant could have done something else even if it was using her looks to marry a nice boring guy and settle down in a boring city or marry a rich guy and try to live off alimony. Svetlana suggested that maybe Zorski is unhappy because now he will have to go to the resort and pay the BLC to see Kat. After I asked if there was something in particular she wanted to talk to me about, she said there was. "Don't work Jacobs and Redstone so hard. They are providing important services for me in the evening." I probably made a funny face because Svetlana added, "does it offend you that I should take some pleasure in the company of men 10 or 15 years younger than me? I think that many women would wonder more why you spend so much time with men 10 or 20 years older than you." The 149th Slave The next 6 days was pretty much all work for Chiara, and me and Ferguson after he arrived. Mann also came to Bolry Thursday. Svetlana and Alex felt that more help was needed. Mann came although the work to be done was not really in Mann's area of expertise. As requested, we let Jacobs and Redstone off at 5:00 PM when they had other duties to perform. Mann did his best to help me with the work until 7 or 8 Thursday, Friday and Saturday nights and to help me in other ways afterwards. He was full of regrets that he had not supported me better at the firm and that I had decided to participate in these lotteries instead of finding a reasonable job. In bed Saturday night, Mann emphasized that now there was only a one sixth chance of losing. After that, I'd never have a financial need to do anything like this again. Then we screwed like hellcats. For Sunday, Svetlana organized a little party to show all of us in from New York a bit of Bolry. "You'd hate to be a slave for the rest of your life without at least having gotten out a bit in your last week of freedom," she said to Chiara and me. There were mountains, lakes and forests that we saw in our trip in three heavily guarded state limos with Chiara and me riding with Svetlana. From a distance, we saw a beautiful resort on the sea. Svetlana said that depending on the Lottery Machine, Chiara and I might get to see a great deal of the resort from the inside. She mentioned that she'd worked there for six months as a semi-sex slave but now only visited occasionally to attend to BLC business and see several friends. I asked her about the many sex slaves who were sent out of Bolry to do jobs. "Don't you worry that someone will try to get away?" "Why would they do that?" Svetlana replied. "None of them actually want to get away and they have been relieved of any guilt for not trying to get away by being told that the BSP would track them down and kill them, which is not a lie by the way." I did not question her about the ability of the BSP to track a woman down overseas. I did ask, "What makes you so sure that none of them want to get away?" "Because the whole process has been designed to assure that we only get slaves who will perform nicely and be tolerably happy. No woman is called on to even think about participating until she has been recommended by a sponsor who knows her well. By the time we see her face-to-face, she has seen at least one lottery, has filled out an exhaustive set of questions and has been thoroughly investigated by our friends oversees. Obviously, we don't take any woman who might have dependents, close friends or family, or moral scruples. We also don't take women who are actually desperate for money unless you count the woman from Bolry that Dimitry took. "In our research into participants, we look at what they have done. For example, women who have a history of sleeping with older men to get ahead and get creature comforts, like nice condos in Manhattan, are not likely to be driven to utter despair if forced to have sex in a lovely luxury resort on a beautiful sea. Women with a long history of being submissive will not crack if subjected to pain as long as they know that it will be safe. Certainly, we would not have the least concern about a woman wanting to get away or performing badly if she has repeatedly agreed to participate in the Lottery under no more pressure than that she might otherwise have to go back to New Jersey." The 150th Slave Pt. 04: Original Ending "Ok, Ok, enough. I see you have done your homework. I don't like the turn this discussion has taken," was all I could say at that point. Monday to Wednesday was all work except for the evenings with Fred. Thursday, the women came back in from around the world. Matilda hung around the hotel giving interviews and acting as though she could control her fate through bravado. I did not know it was legal to make hotpants out of kangaroo pelts. The following Saturday we were up on our pedestals showing off our boobs again. The 12th woman replacing Kat on a pedestal was Paula. No surprise there. In addition to interviewing Paula briefly (everyone already knew her), Yegor explained the special nature of the lottery. They had a treat for the viewers during the nude round. I had forgotten that those in the semi-final round would be forced to have a public orgasm. The Lottery Machine spoke and the 6 to face the vibrators and the risk of slavery were Chiara (shit), Diya, Elizabeth, Lena, Matilda (good) and me (shit, shit, shit). It was humiliating as planned. I was the fourth to lie back slightly on a center platform as my nipples were stimulated by the hands of someone behind me and a vibrating dildo was applied to my clitoris and stuck up my vagina. There was no point in being bashful about it. I closed my eyes, tried to forget that this was being broadcast and focused on the sensations. It did not take long for me to produce the expected result to the applause of the studio audience. Lena and Matilda coming after me, made a lot more noise. Matilda grunted coyly, if you can imagine a coy grunt. Matilda almost jumped like a kangaroo when the Lottery Machine picked her for the final round. I swore to myself when I saw that the other number was Chiara's. There was the usual break. I thought of going back to my room and trying to figure out how I would get the work done without Chiara. I decided that was premature and watched the final round. Chiara naturally was very frightened. She's seen Kat get whipped and totally fucked two weeks before. Now she had a 50-50 shot of the same. Matilda was not doing a good job of acting nonchalant. She was tense as they measured her, with BLC people building up her tension in every way they could. Yegor was blabbing about what beautiful women they were, what wonderful pain slaves they would be for decades and that he expected that many would want to rough up these two women and use them thoroughly. Customers should start reserving now. The Lottery Machine spoke. Matilda would be waltzing vertically and horizontally to the whip, paddle and cock for as many years as the BLC could turn a profit off her. I was relieved for Chiara and for myself. We should now be able to get most all the work done in the last week we had. I knew I should not enjoy it, but I had to see Matilda's debut as a pain slave. It was sick stupid fun. Her introductory speech was planned as another joke for 12 year olds. From the direction gravity was pulling her hair and breasts, one could see that she was hanging upside down although her head was at the top of the monitor screen. She said, "Hi, I'm Matilda, I lost the sex slave lottery after risking my pussy, ass and everything else for fun and money. I will be waltzing to whips and cocks. I'm available for pain, pleasure and even impregnation. You can join the dance." The monitor showed that she was suspended from the ceiling with her head about waist high and her legs spread. With Irina, Natalya and Kat serving as background scenery, two big guys in black leather pants began going at her back and front with riding crops. It seemed from Matilda's reactions that the undersides of her breasts were particularly sensitive. It got grim when they stopped for a minute to pull out electric razors to remove her pubic hair, which had been rather au natural. Having trimmed all the hair to reveal clearly Matilda's outer and inner lips, they began to come down hard between her legs with their crops from both directions. At the first, she had tried to smile the best she could and be tough. With gravity assisted crops coming down between her legs, Matilda started crying for mercy. Her screams were addressed by a man sticking his penis in her mouth. Kat really is into pain. I don't think Matilda was quite as ready to lose emotionally. Probably because she'd established such a reputation as a tough broad, the BLC let the guys go at her a little harder. After they stopped the beatings and took her down, she was placed on a narrow bed where she received a few electric shocks, nipple clamps and a dildo up her ass while she was first penetrated vaginally. She started to go into an erotic delirium that was either multiple orgasms or a series of hallucinations stimulated by endorphins and sex. By the time she was receiving the second man up her vagina while another had penetrated he anally, she had calmed down into a rhythm. She took the next team calmly until she started having orgasms. She had not had her nipples pierced, so they got to do that on camera. This time the session ended with the branding and Matilda hyperventilating and gasping. There would be more sex but I'd seen enough. I left the room at the same time as Svetlana. I said that, although it couldn't have happened to a nicer woman, I felt a bit sorry for her. Also, I was worried that she might have overdone the tough girl act and would pay for it for the rest of her life. Svetlana said that I should not worry about Matilda getting hurt. "You should worry more about your friend Kat, she pretty much invites abuse. We will have to watch carefully that no one gives Kat what her body seems to ask for. Matilda likes pain too, but shows her limits. Almost all men will respect that to some extent without consciously thinking about it. "Matilda probably will only occasionally be expected to take this much in the future, most of the sex will be just fun. She'll generally enjoy the whole experience. I'm sure Matilda will make a great pain slave and adjust well." I asked how she could be so confident about Matilda. It always seemed that she was in it for the money. "That's the main reason why I'm so confident; she does not need the money. I don't mean in the way you only need the money because you are unwilling to change your lifestyle. No, Matilda does not need the money at all. Her father is a uranium billionaire and she could be very wealthy the rest of her life, live in an expensive Manhattan condo and drink the world's best champagne without working or risking anything. She was taking crazy risks in sports, travel and sex before she was introduced to the Lottery by one of her father's friends. Her father is unhappy with her participating in the Lottery, but agreed that she'd be much more likely to survive him if she was in Bolry as a slave than if she went on jumping into the ocean off cliffs, visiting war zones in Africa for the fun of it, and having adventure sex in tough bars around the world. "By the way, her father was careful not to watch the lotteries in which Matilda participated, but I would worry about what he will do to you," Svetlana said. "I think his daughter's silly grudge against you will be reflected in how he uses you when you become a slave." "If I become a slave," I corrected her, "It does not look likely now." "Not if you stop next week," Svetlana said, "But the odds of you stopping next week don't look good to me." I decided not to debate that point. I just agreed that Matilda would make a great pain slave and I hoped not to see her again. I was pleased to see Mann in my room again. At the end of the evening, I thought that I should not have taken so much pleasure in seeing what happened to Matilda. My reputation with the audience, while less deliberate, is at least as bad as Matilda's. If I lost the last lottery, my treatment would probably be even worse than hers both at the initial showing and ever after. I wished I were as insensitive a bitch as people think me to be. The 150th Slave Pt. 05: Alternative Ending PART FIVE - ALTERNATIVE ENDING The 149th Slave The next 6 days was pretty much legal work for Kat, Ferguson and me. Mann was sent out to replace Chiara although the kind of work we were doing is not really in his area of practice. He caught on quick, though. As requested, we let Jacobs and Redstone off at 5:00 PM. They had other duties to perform. My evenings were divided between Boltzin and Mann. Sex can be very relaxing if you know you are safe and don't have to worry about finding a tolerable guy or social ramifications. I sure did not have to worry about commitment issues. Crystal was in Bolry but mainly downtown with Lermanov and other government officials. The widowed Lermanov was fair game. On the other hand, while I don't think Crystal was consciously trying to outdo my scandal in the hotel lobby room after the 148th Lottery, she was photographed vividly positioning herself for doggie style sex over the hood of a vintage Zil in a government parking lot. The Zil is widely known around Bolry to be part of Lemanov's car collection. Another picture showed Crystal having sex with some anonymous man rumored to be Lermanov's chief of staff at the foreign ministry. Of course, the pictures did not make the controlled Bolry press but they did appear in the BLC Internet sent to its select customers under the headline "Lottery Participant gets ready for driving." Svetlana was highly amused. Lermanov reportedly was not amused at all. The following Sunday afternoon, Svetlana organized a little party to show all of us from New York a bit of Bolry. "You'd hate to be a slave for the rest of your life without at least getting out a bit in your last week of freedom," she said to me, and Kat. Of course, it was too late for Chiara. Crystal came along for the ride. There were mountains, lakes and forests that we saw in our trip in three state limos with Kat and me riding with Svetlana. Kat gave a blowjob to one of Svetlana's bodyguards. "Just for fun," Kat said. Svetlana indulged this but afterward, I think, made clear in Russian to the guard that she had only put up with this once and generally the gun he should have a the ready was his Uzi. She said in English, "that was fun and fairly safe where we are but our foreign visitors should remember that the guards are with us because there are people who don't like my brother Pyotr and his friends, guys trying to make up for their small dicks with big guns, violent ethnic minorities, religious fanatics, communists who actually believe in communism, and other dangerous people all over the country." From a distance, we saw a beautiful resort on the sea. Svetlana said she'd once lived for years in the area and worked in the Resort for six months almost as a sex slave. Now she only visited occasionally to attend to BLC business and see several friends. Crystal said that Dawn, Stacy and Irina had told her that the view from inside the resort was really quite pretty and the beach was incredible. Svetlana confirmed this. Another five days of legal work followed with another mandatory televised reception on Thursday. We met the Norwegian woman, named Inger, who was the replacing Chiara. She looked very blond and Viking. We all smiled for the cameras, of course, and looked sexy but the level of tension and hostility had increased. For some reason, Madison had taken an active dislike to me. She said I reminded her of her high school class valedictorian who had suggested during her graduation speech that woman needed to go beyond cheering for the men to succeed and that she was proud to be part of a generation of women who could smash ceilings. Madison took that as an insult to cheerleaders and to her personally. I was the valedictorian of my high school and hoped the woman who upset Madison had made more of her life than I had of mine. Meanwhile, Crystal said to a few of us, "Ashley's religious shit makes me sick." Also, it had finally sunk into Olivia that she was getting exactly what she had signed up for and being the bad girl might have some serious consequences. Mia's near miss had raised her level of anxiety and she swore these were her last two lotteries. Margaret, at least, was calm, saying that it was amazing how quickly the twelve of us had created our own "situational culture" with its own set of rules and taboos. She also guessed, I think correctly, that Crystal had grown up in a fundamentalist family and that things that had happened with her father had really pissed her off. "Probably, a preacher's daughter," Margaret said, "and I bet she ran away from a bad situation and got into something as bad or worse." After the reception, Svetlana, that bitch, absconded with Bolzin. Mann had gone back to New York that morning. After sizing up what was left for amusement at the reception, I went to bed with Anderson for the first time since the lottery viewing party in Mann's condo. That seemed long ago, although it was only about a year. I could see now both why Crystal liked him and why she had left him. Anderson was rough as he thought he should be, and gentle in ways he thought I would like. For his age, he was in great shape. The experience was very positive but still it seemed like he was not enough of a savage, even for me. He was almost too eager to please. Also, maybe he had had some tragic experiences in life. There was a melancholy air about him that I realized no one would ever dispel. I could enjoy an evening of the guy but I did not think I could spend my life with him. Certainly, though, he seemed like less of an inexcusable, cowardly, fucking asshole than Ferguson. The following Saturday we were up on our pedestals showing off our boobs again. In one of their little efforts to build viewership by establishing sales hooks for each woman, they had Inger wear a horned Viking helmet while she stood on the stage wearing only a bikini bottom on her body. It was silly. I started to be embarrassed for her before it flashed into my mind what I was doing. After interviewing Inger about how she felt about the possibility of being subject to numerous Viking raids herself, Yegor explained the special nature of the lottery. They had a treat for the viewers during the nude round. I had let myself forget that those who reached the semi-final round would be forced to have a public orgasm. The Lottery Machine spoke and the 6 to face the vibrators and the risk of slavery were Ashley, Crystal, Freja, Kat (damn it), Margaret, and me (shit). It was pretty humiliating as planned. I had to lie back slightly on a center platform as my nipples were stimulated by the hands of someone behind me and a vibrating dildo was applied to my clitoris and stuck up my vagina. I closed my eyes, tried to forget that this was being broadcast and focused on the sensations. It did not take long for me to produce the expected result to the applause of the studio audience. Crystal had done this before and was helped by Yegor pinching her nipples to an extent that I would have found painful. Crystal apparently found it stimulating. The biggest problem was for Ashley who for the first time was going to have to perform a sex act without her husband. The Rev. Jeremiah was very helpful here. Ashley was allowed to walk off stage and receive instructions from that great man of God. Coming back on stage, she laid back as I had, closed her eyes and, after about two minutes, had what seemed to be a very powerful orgasm. She started to shout "Praise the" when a signal from Rev. Jeremiah told to her that she should not emphasize her religious convictions under these circumstances. Freja, the BDSM fantasy model, had her first dose of reality. She blushed like the proverbial rose as she lied back on the viewing platform. After focusing on the task at hand, Freja accomplished the mission. Crystal acted like she was collected when the Machine picked her for the final round. I was not unhappy to see that the other person picked for the final round was Ashley. "Bad" woman verses "good" woman. The Lottery was displaying cracks in U.S. society as it had earlier shown stresses within Bolry. Svetlana sat with Kat and me in the viewing room for the final round. Both Crystal and Ashley had been in the final round before but not even Crystal was able to act nonchalant. She may have been helped to control her fear some by being distracted by Ashley's constant praying and looking up into heaven. While Crystal's breasts were being measured she looked at Ashley like Ashley was an idiot. I thought that Crystal was being at least as big an idiot as Ashley. Ashley thought God was going to help her through these lotteries. Crystal had knowingly been playing roulette with a loaded gun for years. Yegor pushed the big button and the Machine did its display with the usual theatrics. When Crystal's number came up as the next pain slave, there were shouts of joy and a standing ovation as though Bolry had just won the World Cup. Ashley was mouthing, "Praise the Lord," and more but I could not hear anything she said. Crystal grimaced even so slightly, sucked in some air and smiled like a girl who had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar and was ready to take her whooping. When the cameramen started at her, she forced a broad smile for the cameras just like all the other new slaves had done before being ushered out for her slave debut. Kat said she could not watch what was going to happen to Crystal and really had to relieve some stress. She immediately went off with Zorski. Svetlana turned to me and said, "would you like to see Crystal's debut close up." I hesitated. Svetlana said that now that there was only a one in twelve chance I would get to see the dungeon any other way. I really ought to take the offer. After I said I'd go, we headed down a hall, Svetlana tossed me a T-shirt and some gym pants. She said that I'd better cover up so that no one got confused as to who was the star of the show. After the short walk to the dungeon, I found that a little crowd had gathered. Chiara, Irina and Natalya were there nude stretched out on a brick wall as background scenery and perhaps for other marketing or political purposes. There were three cameramen. Anderson, Walker, Yegor and a bunch of men I did not know were also there dressed in boxers and T-shirts. Ferguson was in a gray tailored business suit looking like he was going to a closing at Goldman Sachs. Six other men, big burly guys dressed in black leather drop front pants but without shirts, were clearly employees of the BLC who liked their jobs. One of these guys was introduced as the Director for this broadcast. Sofia was there. I learned her real job was in to be in charge of slave security and maintenance. "We've really thought this one out," the Director said. "Crystal get up on this and give the speech," he said pointing to a wooden pony that was in the room. Crystal got on and only winced a little as she climbed on the pony and all her weight was put on her sex. Holding her up breasts, Crystal said, "Hi, I'm Crystal. I took a lot of foolish risks, finally lost and now I'm getting what I guess you all think I deserve. This body does not belong to me anymore. It is available for any activity that doesn't damage the merchandise. I can be used, abused, and for enough money, even impregnated. Make your reservations but don't worry about never getting at me. I'm going to be available a lot for a really long time." I assume the necessary contact information was being shown to the studio and Internet audience. Crystal kept up an embarrassed, pained smile as her arms were tied tightly behind her. Her body signaled in various ways that she was very frightened. I guess it is easier to be brave in the face of abstract risks than when confronted with reality. Svetlana went up and whispered in Crystal's ear briefly. Crystal nodded. Crystal was left to suffer on the pony as they put ice on her nipples. Candles were lit and moved under her breasts. "Should we fry those tits?" the Director said. Crystal smiled because she got the reference and knew that there was no way that the BLC would damage her. The candles were held close enough that she could feel the heat but far enough away that there could be no real damage. It looked scary, though, and Crystal's face showed it did hurt a bit even though they were just playing. Very good thing Crystal did not lose when the BLC actually used fire to torture. I noticed that the cameras were directed toward Chiara, Irina and Natalya who were flagellated during the seconds that they played with fire on Crystal. Svetlana took a phone call and looked exasperated by whatever the person was saying on the line. Candles out, cameras back on Crystal, clamps were put in Crystal's areolae. She winced slightly when the nipple clamps were attached but I'm sure she'd had that done before. Still on the horse, she was blindfolded and headphones were put on her ears. I hoped that bad music was not part of her torture. The ridding crops slapped all over Crystal seemed to annoy her more than anything else. Still, Crystal was looking extremely uncomfortable after maybe a total of 10 minutes on the horse when she was allowed to get down, led to where she was bent over a padded rail at the waist and her arms were attached to a short post directly in front of her. Her breasts hung below her. Her feet were attached to hooks in the floor three feet apart. She was just as vulnerable as a woman could be and could not hear or see what was coming up from behind. She flexed muscles to relieve tension but I doubt that helped much. By then Crystal had quit pretending to be brave. I know that she was surprised when she was hit directly on the labia with an electrical device. They definitely had found a way to get to her. She started gasping and making little half-suppressed screams after the third charge to different parts between her thighs in the most intimate of areas. Svetlana whispered to me that both the BLC men and the Bolrian Security Police had really been working on developing and learning to use new toys in a way that maximized pain without doing any visible damage. "Low current, high voltage." Crystal was twisting and doing the best she could to avoid the charges as they kept coming, but there was no way she could anything. Physically, Crystal was now completely at the mercy of the BLC. She started writhing in agony insofar as she could move with her arms attached to a post and her legs attached to the floor. I guessed just for humiliation, a toy that looked like a ponytail was stuck up her anus while two guys held candles over her ass and hot wax was dripped down her back as though she had hair that needed to be removed there. She was flagellated again with light whips. I know Crystal was used to that but still was looking very distressed even before the torturers started with multiple electric toys coming at her from various places below her waist. She definitely let out a yelp and a gasp as the black leather guys ripped the wax off her back and butt and pulled the nipple clips off suddenly. As the flagellation and electric shocks continued even as all the other pain began to subside, Crystal's face achieved the state of endorphin soaked ecstasy that went over to an obvious orgasm when they began lightly whacking her pussy while driving a large nicely shaped and skinned carrot up her vagina While Crystal was panting and perhaps thinking the torture session was over, the BLC brand came onto the left part of her butt. This led to another yelp and I wondered how long they needed to keep the brand on her to make a good mark. I do believe that a few actual tears ran down from her eyes while she gritted her teeth. Crystal was helped up and laid back on a rack like device. There she received the nipple piercings that the BLC puts on all its pain slaves for show. She was ready for that. Crystal had told me a while ago that the only reason she did not have nipple piercings already was that the BLC had told her to hold off as they were hoping to do that themselves. The cameras focused again on Chiara, Irina and Natalya, lotions and anti-septic were applied to Crystal, the headphones and blindfold were removed and Crystal was placed on her back on a narrow bed. The first to have sex with her was Anderson. He obviously was trying very much to please her. Though quite rough by most women's standards, he was only rough in ways that I'm sure he knew Crystal liked. The Director was frowning a little I think because he wished for Crystal to suffer more for the cameras. Crystal had another orgasm, which from her sounds about the same as agony sounds coming from other women. Anderson slowed down thereafter after a few grunts and shouted something in Russian to the cameramen and pointed to Crystal's flowing pelvic region. All cameras were pointed there as off camera Anderson kissed her passionately on the lips. His eyes were misty and a wistfulness was in Crystal's eyes as they looked at each other before he moved off and got dressed. Walker was much less sentimental when he picked her up and tossed her face down on the bed like a rag doll and proceeded to penetrate her anus with his condom clad cock and squeeze her breasts like medicine balls. Crystal had another one of her freaky orgasms before long. After she had been allow to rested and catch her breath, Crystal mounted reverse cowgirl style one of the black leather pants guys who had dropped the front of his pants to reveal a very large erect cock. This was the first part of the show during which Crystal really got to move. She must have decided to make the most of it. Her eyes were closed and concentration intense as she moved slowly but forcefully up and down and sideways. I thought her beauty was almost unearthly as she worked him just the way she wanted with moves of exquisite grace. I knew she was from another universe when she came with a low moan or controlled scream that seemed to come from another dimension. The guy involved came at the same time and let go a moan and a pant as though she had taken his soul along with his semen. It was the hottest spectacle I had watched in my life. Afterward, Svetlana said, "It's just sex for a half hour or maybe much more considering how well Crystal is doing, do you want to leave?" I thought in this case, saying it was "just sex" was like saying that Mt. Everest was just a pile of rocks, but left with Svetlana anyway. I knew why I wanted to leave. We left the dungeon about the same time as Ferguson and Anderson. Anderson was seemingly still in sort of a daze when they started talking about how beautiful Crystal was. By the time we got down the hall, Ferguson has switched the topic to a software servicing franchise deal in Arizona that I think was Ferguson's real reason for being there. Svetlana said she'd answer questions at the post-lottery party that night but she could not talk then because she had to do something quickly and then go downtown to see the BSP to arrange for Crystal's visit there Tuesday. She also had to meet with Lermanov who was mad about the whole idea of taking sex slaves downtown although Pyotr had suggested it. "He actually called me in the Dungeon obviously anxiously watching the show on his computer. Lermanov says he is worried about diplomats and the security police learning too much about the BLC but they all already know about it. I think Lermanov is really worried about the security police injuring Crystal. It's amazing how a guy who has been involved in decisions to wipe out whole towns can get paternalistic about one pretty girl. Anyway, Crystal is definitely not going to be harmed by the BSP. In fact, if you are wondering what I told Crystal just before the pain began for her, it was that she should not try too hard to conceal pain she feels and that we would never let anyone really hurt her, including the BSP." The 150th Slave Pt. 05: Alternative Ending It did not take me long to figure out what Svetlana had to do quickly as I learned she had immediately grabbed Boltzin and taken him into her suite. Crystal's performance had the same effect on me that it had evidently had on Svetlana but I had to find someone new. Fortunately, there were two very nice young gentleman named Nicholas and Fedor who just happened to be in the hall. I spent the afternoon with them and showered before the party. As promised, Svetlana did answer questions at the party. "I'm extremely pleased with today's lottery. Our BLC guys handled everything just perfectly. Did you notice that the never hit the same spot enough to leave a mark, made sure that the clamps did not cut off circulation and always took them off before they threatened even minor damage. The electric toys were always kept well away from Crystal's heart although I am sure some of the guys would have loved to zap her breasts. I'm sure it would have been safe for Crystal. The wax was done well. The fire play under Crystal's breasts was just a joke that we knew she would get. We diverted the cameras so the audience could not see that. I don't want customers to even think that they can use flames near slaves. Of course, we always require condoms for anal sex and make sure no one goes into a vagina with a penis or other object that could have could into contact with a rectum." I asked what the blindfold was about as Crystal had already seen everyone in the room. "It's about sensory deprivation. If you can't see anything, there is nothing on which to concentrate other than the pain in your body," she answered. "Were you playing violent rap on the headphones?" I asked. "No, white noise for the same reason that we put on the blindfold, but if you are a good girl and will the Lottery Machine to pick you next week, we'll give you Rimsky Korsakov." Anderson interrupted that he could not understand how a woman as intelligent as Svetlana could suggest paranormal mental waves could affect the Lottery Machine. He started lecturing on quantum mechanics. I walked off and found Kat and a few other participants who were all casually chatting despite their naked condition. Madison was complaining that there was so little for her to eat. "I just don't go for this snail, fish, fish egg and oyster stuff. Why isn't there any fried chicken or hamburgers?" I pointed out the chicken Kiev and Swedish meatballs and suggested she broaden her tastes a little. She took some after giving me a dirty look. It was painful seeing Chiara at the post-lottery party as a slave. She was initially displayed like a piece of tactile artwork, with her arms tied behind her back and her legs spread slightly. Everyone could admire and touch her they came into the party. Far from fully adjusted to her new situation, she blushed whenever anyone came in that she knew. After her arms were released and she did not have to pose anymore, she had a glass of champagne and some food and chatted. She said the brand the BLC puts on pain slaves had hurt like hell for a few seconds but soon become a dull pain and now she did not really notice it. It still looked a bit pink but would become white. She said she'd really liked a lot of the sex and knew she was not entitled to anyone's sympathy. "I'll be fine," she said just before some guy I did not know told her to lie on the floor and spread her legs for a picture. Irina was nearby, wearing a little silver automatic pistol through her left nipple, and answered a lot of questions for us all. As a slave, she could not stop there being a fair amount of masher behavior from guys even while she was trying to talk. She offered a theory of why she and Natalya were brought to the capital to be in the dungeon for Crystal's debut. "Chiara was there because she's never left the capital. That Natalya and I were there I think was a little message to the Bolrians that the BLC had now evened things up a bit as to the make up of the slave population but they still were going to go hard on the local bad girls." I asked why they did not bring the other pain slaves. "Patty is out at a job in Tokyo. The others need a little more time before they are used publicly. They are fine on jobs where it does not matter if they get hysterical. Katerina in particular was not strong enough to take everything that Dimitry and his friends did to her when he decided to dump her as a mistress and force her into slavery. I can tell you that there is a huge difference between being subject to pain when you know that the torturers are not going to really harm you and being tortured by people who you know might well destroy you. I might have cracked as badly as Katerina had I not believed that someone might save me. Also, I guess I am a tough bitch." Daria who was listening to the conversation, took Irina's right breast and squeezed it like an almost empty tube of toothpaste. "Yes, Comrade Orsinov, we all know what a bitch you can be," he said in a thick Russian accent. A few Bolrians nearby laughed but we westerners did not get the joke even though Daria had made the effort to speak in English. Irina showed pain and said "Poh shzah loo stah," meaning "please," which is one of the 300 or so Russian words I'd learned. As Sofia started to walk over with a concerned look on her face, Daria let go of his grip and laughed, as though he'd done a very witty thing, Although Irina did not seem to be injured, I shuddered inside. Unbelievably, Irina smiled at Daria like they were old friends before coming back to her subject. Irina said that Katerina and Maria seemed to be recovering nicely now that they were being treated like human slaves instead of cattle. "One can take a lot of pain and mend from past injuries if you know you are secure and that someone cares about you even if they mainly want to use you." I could not stop thinking that night about how Crystal was being used and about how I had a 1/12th chance in a week of losing control of my body forever. It still confused me that I found such thoughts both horrifying and titillating. Svetlana had run off with Boltzin again. This did not bother me much as I suspect he was still tired from the afternoon workout. Fedor and Nicholas, with the rest of the Lottery groupies, had been shooed out after dinnertime so I tried out Alex that night in my room for diversion. I was still worked up by the day's events. Turned out Alex does oral really well. (to be continued) The 150th Slave Pt. 05: Original Ending THE 150th The BLC relentlessly hyped the special lottery to choose the 150th sex slave. The special state television pushed it and other things were done to pump up the studio crowd as well as the Internet audience. The lottery tickets to have sex with the seventh woman chosen in the topless round sold briskly. I did not know about the arrangements for the bidding for the woman who made the final round but did not become a slave. Although my risks of becoming a slave had gone down considerably, I was more worried about my future than before. I'd been in Bolry about six weeks. How would it be to never be able to leave except to be taken to places where I would be worked over and screwed? On the other hand, how would I go home? I had learned a lot about myself over the last year. I had provided pornography to the world for uses that I could not control. Assuming I was not the unlucky one to come so far and become the 150th sex slave, I had to face the rest of my life. I tried to work as hard as I could for the week so the firm could get done with the business even if I was not there. I was not sure why in that case I should give a damn. The Thursday before the special lottery Mann, Walker, Anderson, Crystal and numerous others arrived at the hotel. There was a reception Friday that the participants were more or less required to attend. I was really too nervous to say much. The Rev. Jeremiah was there talking about what a great thing Ashley was doing and how he expected that other of his lovely parishioners would soon be following her footsteps in earning money for the mighty church. I nearly puked. Lena was there with her sponsor Ursula. Lena spoke of doing it for charity. I was heard to mutter to Svetlana that Ashley and Lena were both idiots. "Oh no, they are not," Svetlana said, "They are exceptionally smart, almost the mirror image of each other. They both know what they want, but cannot admit it, especially to themselves. Now, Rev. Jeremiah, he's an idiot although he thinks he's very clever." The following day, another lottery, this time with the special rules designed to maximize the porn and humiliation while shortening the down time. Yegor introduced Joanna as the replacement on the 12th pedestal for Matilda; Matilda now being "a wonderful pain slave who was taking it hard and putting it out to the max above and down under. She can be reserved with a waiting time of only about six weeks." Joanna said she needed the money to replace the equipment, pay hospital bills and recoup from other losses she'd suffered during her last mountain expedition. Svetlana teased her a little, "You don't think you could find another way to raise the money that did not risk you spending the rest of your life as a sex slave?" Sounding like a female version of Arnold Schwarzenegger only much sexier, Joanna replied, "Perhaps, but it would be less fun." The Lottery Machine spoke and the women in the six were Ashley, Elizabeth, Joanna, Lena, Margaret and me. OMG. Ludmila was chosen as the seventh woman who was to perform on stage while the six of us moved over to the semi-finalist position. There was nothing really to do for a while but watch Ludmila take the cock of the huge guy who won the seventh woman lottery. She worked it into her pussy and bounced up and down reverse cowgirl style for the camera. The audience jeered and shouted things I did not understand although I had been working on my Russian. I am pretty sure the slang words were not nice. Not going to be much left of any dignity Lumila had among the Bolrians who saw that. She did what she had to do to try to get the money she needed to try to get out of Bolry. She touched near her clitoris as she rode and made sure she had several convincing orgasms as her breasts joggled around. She shouted various phrases I did not understand but could well imagine. That done, the program could now turn to the six semi-finalists who were all scared and waiting for the live porn show to end. Yegor and Svetlana blabbed a while about how exciting this all was and how beautiful the entire group of potential slaves were. Two Germans, two Americans, a Pole and an Englishwoman were in the semi-final. Svetlana, the doll, said that all of these women deserved whatever they got, but one of them really needed to be cut down to slavery. She pointed to me. I was just hoping this would end when they pushed the button on the Machine. It picked Ashley and me. I was soon to be a fucked or really fucked. I had never gotten this far before. OMG. As instructed, I went to the ladies room during the break and was led to the bedroom where they were having the final round for this special lottery. The Rev. Jeremiah, Mann, and numerous others were in the huge room. Ashley and I were playing OMG, OMG on our faces in stereo for the camera although only Ashley really believed in God. Indeed, I was kind of praying that there was no God, if you can do that, thinking Ashley was probably in better shape with any almighty than me. Although I knew the measurement phase had been cut back, it went on too long. Finally, Yegor said he would push the button to determine who of us would lie back on the bed for some immediate sex and who would be taken to the dungeon where the new pain slave would start her new life. I tried to smile and use mystical mental powers on the Machine. Ashley looked up to heaven. The Machine sent me to purgatory and Ashley to heaven or hell depending on your point of view. Ashley started to lose it but the Rev. Jeremiah held up a sign that said "Serve God and Smile." She smiled resolutely and was led out of the room followed by a number of people who would participate in the slave debut. Mann and a couple cameramen went to work on me. Mann stripped. I fell on my knees and worshiped his erection. He lifted me by the elbows and dropped me on my back on the bed. He stood while fucking me with his back to the camera that focused on my pussy while another camera showed my face and breasts and lower torso as Mann pinched and manipulated. I made a lifetime decision on the bed with him thrusting, kissing, biting and squeezing me while I spread my legs wide and squeezed his cock with my inner muscles. He was careful to cause me to come twice before he came himself within the half hour allotted. He stood away. I was told to stay on the bed with my legs parted. A few more seconds of filming, the cameras switched off, and Mann and I were left alone. We rested a few minutes. I told him I had something important to say. I fell again at Mann's knees. "Master," I said, "I will devote my life to you. Will you accept my submission of my body, mind and spirit?" He paused 5 seconds before saying, "Yes." I licked Mann's cock until he was hard again. We sealed my submission with another glorious fuck. Mann and I attended the post-lottery party. Everyone there agreed that Ashley, the 150th sex slave, made a truly wonderful pain slave. On seeing her beaten, clamped, and spanked, one could see in her righteous eyes that she was Joan of Arc and every other holy martyr. Her expressions during the branding were also saintly. Someone who sounded a lot like the Rev. Jeremiah shouted, "Praise the Lord," as the brand was removed from her skin and he began to fuck her vigorously. It is true that her expressions, during the sex with numerous men that followed the tortures, were not clear as to whether her ecstasy was of an entirely religious form. But such expressions are often ambiguous as can be seen in works of religious art. The Ecstasy of St. Teresa by Bernini came to mind. Alina was at the party and very happy. She finally had enough money to leave Bolry. The Bolrians at the party even seemed to feel she'd suffered enough although she had been very unpopular as the Great Leader Pyotr Toltski's second wife. She hoped to return to nursing and to find a job in Western Europe or America. Feeling the other side of the Lottery Machine's choices, Kat and Matilda were both at the party as decorations and toys. Matilda, with little wallaby's hanging from her nipple piercings, looked very embarrassed. I resisted a strong temptation to gloat or say something that would make her feel worse. But for sheer chance, I would have been in her place. Kat looked unembarrassed and seemed deliberately to locate herself next to guys she knew would take advantage of her status. Many did so. I asked Anders and a group of others standing around how it came to be that Mann was the man with whom I had sex after the final round. Anders said that he and Mann had made sure that together they had both the new slave and the runner up covered. They'd agreed that Mann would get me if I were either. If I'd been the seventh woman, I'd have gotten to be screwed by the cash lottery winner. He and Mann couldn't cover that. As it was, the BLC had a hard-core scene and numerous soft core ones of me to show late night until men no longer care about sex. Next, something bizarre occurred. Having had a drink or two but not really too much, Lena said loudly she was not eager to go home. She was happy to have made so much more money for worthy charities but now she had to pay off the stupid bets she had made that would involve more pain and humiliation. "It would have been easier to have become a slave." Ursula said that if Lena really meant that, she was sure that she could just volunteer to be a pain slave and the BLC would take her. Svetlana said that it would be just great. They'd film Lena's debut like those who'd lost the lottery before shipping her off to a life of pain and sex. They'd even send the money that Lena had just won to the anti-FGM charity she favored. Lena stammered and Ursula pitched Lena's tits and said "Lena says yes, isn't that right, Lena?" Lena just looked shocked, confused and smiled in an embarrassed fashion. Svetlana instantly took this reaction for a "yes" and motioned to some Bolrian men for Lena to be moved into the area where they debuted pain slaves. "I think we will just let Walker, Daria and a few other guys have her tonight and set up all the cameras properly tomorrow morning," Svetlana said. "I assume you had enough today, Anders, with your religious experience." I was shocked but Mann, Crystal, Ursula, Anderson and many others started laughing their heads off. Ursula said that after Lena got the full Bolry initiation, she would go back and do all the sex she'd promised to perform in Germany as a BLC sex slave. Afterward, she would come back and join the other eight pain slaves. Svetlana volunteered that the BLC would even send the money that Ursula would spend to rent Lena to be given to the anti-FGM group, a cause the BLC strongly favored. I questioned the fairness of this with Mann. He was not concerned. "Oh come on, Lena knew what she wanted. Ursula and Svetlana laying in wait to exploit her comment about wanting to be a slave just sped up the process a few weeks. Lena had already signed up for another series of lotteries. She's hardly missed an opportunity to become a pain slave since her first lottery. She's already used like one at Ursula's company. Ursula even got Svetlana to donate 5% of all the BLC's future profits off Lena to Lena's charities. They intend to tell Lena once she is at the resort. Very few American businesses are so honest and public-spirited." I had assumed that after the 150th lottery, we would finish the work for the BLC and go home. Mann, however, announced that we were going to finish the work and celebrate Thursday in Bolry. We were also staying for the lottery the following Saturday. The work on the expansion was completed. Thursday night dinner was a closing party like that held by any business. Friday, we just hung around Bolry. I went to the national art museum and saw the collection that Tolski had acquired that was shown in public. Svetlana told me the better his acquisitions were stolen and could not be seen in the public museum. "We can arrange to show them to you if you agree to participate in some future lotteries." I declined. I'm not that into art. Saturday was the 151st lottery. Ironically, after the BLC spent so much and worked so hard to get pain slaves in the special lotteries, the Lottery Machine selected a woman who took only a 1/100th chance of becoming a pain slave in a normal lottery. A beautiful dark eyed, hourglass figure Middle Eastern woman had made a lot of money in lotteries a year or so before. She quit the Lottery but had not managed to keep her spending under control after she had moved to London. Renting fancy hotel suites, one can go through a large purse. She had been cut off from her former husband's oil money. So, she had decided to play again at a low level of risk of losing, encouraged by friends of her ex-husband. She had been persuaded to take the risk of becoming a pain slave to try to get out of debt. Despite the fact that it had just gotten four pain slaves, the BLC wanted a Middle Eastern "princess" to offer as a pain slave and had offered Alya a lot of money. The BLC knew that many Arab playboys would pay big to punish the princess turned "Western whore." Alya was probably comforted by the fact that there was no longer talk of torturing slaves with blowtorches or flaying them alive as there had been when Alya had participated in the lottery years before. Still, she knew that the degradation coming from men who admired her body, but not her mind, would be harsh and relentless. Alya was calm after she lost the first round. Reportedly, she had taken a lot more risk in the past and had started in the topless round. Still, she was clearly very concerned when she reached the topless round after being out of the game and not facing such risks for some time. She did a good job of displaying her breasts. When the Lottery Machine chose Alya for the nude semi-final round, the Arab playboys were thrilled, smiling and doing high fives. Alya said in the interview that this was not the way she had anticipated her return. She'd thought she'd grab the money and run back to London without giving the BLC another bunch of pictures of her naked body. Svetlana, who did the semi-final interviews this time, teased out that she had fantasized about what it would be like to be a flagellated and sexually used slave like the some of the servant women she had witnessed as she grew up. When the Lottery Machine chose Alya for the final two, she grimaced before smiling like someone who had been there before. She had been there before she had quit. During the measuring of Alya, a vulnerability was revealed that I think will have a lot of effect on Alya in the coming years. The guy with the measuring tape brushed lightly below her breasts at one point and Alya giggled revealing she was very ticklish. The guy exploited this by repeating the soft barely touching move on her belly and ribs and got the same reaction. When he measured her labia, he touched her clitoris and was rewarded by an obvious orgasm. When the Lottery Machine chose Alaya to be a slave for as long as the BLC wanted her, she did something unseen before from anyone who suffered this fate. She laughed. She laughed vigorously, like God had been setting her up for this all her life and she'd finally gotten the joke. Many wonderful pictures were taken of her smiling and giggling. Mann suggested that laughing might not be what the BLC wanted from a pain slave but admitted Alya was not disobeying any rules. I suggested that she might pay for her levity as guys made sure to take the smile off her face through use of riding crops and electric devices. Mann agreed that might happen. It did. The guys who went over her with whips, paddles, prods and needles had a great time. Alya did not hide her pain during this abuse. Still, I could have sworn that she had another orgasm as one guy rubbed his paddle on her pussy while another pinched her nipples severely. She gave out a short scream during the branding. The six men who came in her mouth, anus and vagina seemed to have gotten their money's worth although we could not see their faces. Alya got back much of her sense of humor during the sex. It seemed at one point that she had an orgasm from nipple play alone. She definitely went into sexual ecstasy during the double penetrations with the guy up her ass pinching her nipples while the guy in her pussy gently choked her. I kind of envied her and pitied her at the same time. She was in heaven but it was a heaven that her mind had not consciously chosen. It was, though, much better than being a harem slave. At least she'd not have to scheme against the other of the sultan's concubines to keep her children from being murdered or sold to camel traders when the new sultan took power. EPILOG Subsequently we learned how the 150th Sex Slave fared at the resort. Svetlana says that she appeals to two select sets of customers. Some have her with religious devotion. Other really like seeing how many times they can make her come in a day. Before leaving her at the resort, the Rev. Jeremiah had told her that each of his disciples needed to make a big sacrifice. In her case the church was expecting her to give up her love of knitting and Bible reading to focus her life on creating sexual satisfaction for men and to debase herself by forcing herself to provide and have as many disgusting orgasms as possible. While some of the people we knew from the Lottery just disappeared to us, Mann and I learned of others. The Rev. Jeremiah was pleased to take the money Ashley received from the lotteries she survived and go back to Tennessee without her. Things might have ended happily ever after for the Reverend if only he had reported to the IRS the income that he took out of the church coffers to cover a number of his personal expenses, such as trips to visit sex slaves. Ashley's husband learned a lot from the Rev. Jeremiah. When he became the minister of the church after the Rev. Jeremiah's sentencing, he was careful to report all the income that he took from the church as its minister. He and his new wife also persuaded several other attractive god-fearing women to take part in the Lottery for the benefit of the almighty church. Ashley, though, is the only one to have been martyred so far. It is not surprising that none of the 14 women who participated in the special lotteries ever settled down to a normal life. At least they have not yet Ludmila's situation was impossible. She could not get a normal job. Even if she worked as a call girl in Bolry, she could not earn enough to pay off her debt in decades. In the meantime she was living in a country where everyone took joy in despising her. She could hardly leave her tiny apartment in a socialist style housing development without receiving smirks, insults and harassment. Ludmila decided to try to negotiate a deal. I know about all this because to protect herself and the BLC, Svetlana decided that they would conduct their negotiations on camera. The discussion was in Russian, of course, but Mann translated for me. Ludmila asked for the same deal that Irina had gotten. Svetlana asked if that meant she was willing to be almost killed by Cultural Ministry thugs while in solitary for months. Ludmila asked Svetlana for mercy but that is not a terribly good approach with Svetlana. So Ludmila said she would be willing to volunteer to be a pain slave in Bolry for six months to let all those who still hated her take some revenge but could the Cultural Ministry keep her from being harmed seriously and could she please serve her life sentence outside Bolry? Svetlana thought this was a decent compromise. After six months in Bolry serving hard time, she'd be sent to the Pacific resort. I learned that later Svetlana sent Ludmila to the Pacific resort after two months. Svetlana decided that she'd been roughed up enough by vengeful Bolrians who were continually pushing the limits of what the BLC allows to be done to slaves. The 150th Slave Pt. 05: Original Ending I have written about how Lena became a pain slave without losing a lottery. I have seen her since. She is a model of patient and enthusiastic suffering. After surviving the "Lotteries of Submission," Margaret could hardly wait to sign up again, always doing so at the highest possible level of risk. She couldn't have needed the money. About four months later, the almost inevitable happened. Margaret became a pain slave. I don't know if it was to make money or just to have fun, but the BLC designed a series of "educational" porn shows in which Margaret starred as an anthropologist. In each show, Margaret was gang banged by a group of men or women (or both) from a different culture. The BLC made sure she was not eaten, scared, mutilated or otherwise harmed but did nothing to spare Margaret from wide varieties of extremely gross or disturbing treatment that I would rather not try to describe. Margaret did not want to be spared. At the end of each show she scientifically described her experience and the role in the culture involved of sacred snakes, hallucinatory drugs, large beetles, mud immersion, bungee cord jumping or whatever else she had encountered in the course of her gang bang. I learned at a party about eight months after my last lottery that Paula also had reached the inevitable result of being addicted to the Lottery. I saw Schwartzhof with another very tall attractive woman in her late 30s. When I caught him alone, I discretely asked where Paula was. Schwarzhof said that she was at the Resort at Bolry, a pain slave and about 4 months pregnant. Before she lost, she'd never gotten past the topless round and thought she was somehow untouchable. Given the number and nature of the lotteries in which she'd participated, mathematically she should have lost long before she did. Paula's pregnancy was sort of ironic. She had never wanted to have children mainly because she thought they would get in the way of her masochistic living and gambling fun. Instead, the fun led to her getting pregnant. She was set up, of course. The BLC was offering her a lot of money in part because there was a very wealthy Lithuanian basketball player who wanted a tall strong child. Schwarzhof said some of her eggs were frozen shortly after she became a slave but the basketball player impregnated her naturally. "I have spoken to her lately. Paula says she's happy with life despite it all. It wasn't pregnancy she did not want," Schwarzhof said, "it was having to take care of a child." I asked him if his new girlfriend knew what happened to his last girlfriend. He said she did and had participated in the Lottery, but decided that she did not want to come to like it too much. Alina, Elizabeth, Diya, the Dragon Lady, and Joanna have not participated again in the Lottery. Elizabeth moved into Warsaw and opened a normal medical practice but I know that she continued the fetish life because I saw her in places that Mann took me. The Dragon Lady lives the life of a wealthy dominatrix. Joanna finally gave up mountain climbing but used the money, which she had not had to use to pay medical bills, on a racecar. Hopefully, she will not be injured seriously in the accident that can be expected to result from this purchase. Diya lived in luxury in India for a while but eventually found herself broke again. I think she is now a high priced call girl in Delhi making money off her looks and reputation. Chiara also quit the lottery but she is now "owned" by three big muscular Italian guys who take turns with her at night, trade her out sometimes for fun, and bring her to BDSM clubs frequently. During the night, she's probably getting about the same sort of treatment she'd have gotten as a pain slave in Bolry. During the day, she has a career as a transaction lawyer. I have not participated in the Lottery since the 150th lottery but I have been a sex slave since that day. But I only have one master. Fred, though, has been pleased to share me at the club on Long Island and elsewhere except when we were getting me pregnant. He is pretty insistent on being the father of his children. We have two. I took La Maze with Crystal when she had her first child that she actually carried. I see Anders, Walker and Crystal every six months or so at club events. Crystal still takes it very rough and seems to only enjoy sex that way. She is now a very successful investment banker. She's kept up her figure with a very careful diet and a lot of work at health clubs. Crystal is still a close friend with the woman who had her first child and sees her from time to time in Bolry or at some club event or another. I met the woman at a club orgy myself and had a long chat with her the following day over brunch. Dawn is very beautiful and has had a second child for some other billionaire. She is reportedly one the most called for of the women in the Resort. Mann says that if there were an Olympic metal for sex, she'd have a trunk full of gold metals. Dawn is also moving up in the BLC organization despite her status. Svetlana has given her a lot of responsibilities in the resort. Dawn has also learned Russian. When I asked Dawn whether there was still a pipeline of Texas women to the Lottery, she said that Walker had cut down on his recruiting. She mentioned that Sheila who participated in the 147th lottery was now a sex slave. This caused a few silly problems at the resort. Sheila and another slave, Jenny, hate each other and did things to irritate each other when they had free time to do so. So, the BLC sent Jenny to the Pacific resort. Ferguson left the firm six months after the 150th lottery. The wife, that he rejected me to keep, left him. Their two children both sided with their mother. He decided to form a firm in Boston. I think he is a despicable coward and an asshole. He should have had the decency to commit suicide. Jacobs left the firm to take an in house position. He is now an assistant counsel for the BLC in Bolry where he performs a wide variety of tasks. Jacobs' father is eligible for probation in about one year. I mainly accepted the firm partnership just to say I had done it. I'd already decided that, while not completely giving up my career, I needed to focus on my relationship with Mann, develop a family life and have more fun. I don't think I was ever as evil as people thought. Now I am much more comfortable. I only work about 40 hours a week at an office I established on Long Island with Chiara. We enjoy working together as well as other activities. Naturally, I often wonder what life would have been like if the Lottery Machine had selected me. In fact, I have to admit I sometimes even fantasize about it. Irina is a slave. I see her as a guest performer at the Club or another social event every six months or so. At one party, I asked her to tell about her life, what she knew of Svetlana and the history of the Lottery. She said she would never talk about those things but would tell a ridiculous fictional Bolrian Melodrama. ***** END OF THE 150TH SLAVE - ORIGINAL ENDING Alternative ending plus a Postscript in progress The 150th Slave Pt. 06: Alternative Ending CHOICES AND CHANCE So now I had five more days of legal work with Ferguson and the boys before the last of the Pain Slave Lotteries. My Tuesday meeting with Svetlana to discuss final arrangements for concessions at the Pacific resort was postponed because she said she had to go downtown to be at the BSP headquarters when the BSP worked over Crystal. "There really is not a problem. Everyone knows that, not only would it be horrible for business if Crystal was harmed, Crystal has many friends and secret admirers. I promised Lermanov, though, that I would go along with Sofia to watch. Although I trust the BSP not to hurt Crystal, I have to pacify Lermanov. "Also, I need to make sure Crystal does not suffer too much in anticipation. I am sure she would have been fine except that Lermanov has gotten her more worried than she should be. For all the crazy risks she's taken, she actually has a very healthy fear of dying. If you are looking for consistency, don't deal with human beings." There was a sense of great enthusiasm flowing through the BLC. The BLC sold the 150th Lottery relentlessly on the special state television channel and through other means to pump up the studio crowd as well as the Internet audience. The lottery tickets to have sex with the Seventh woman to be chosen in the topless round sold briskly. Films of Crystal giving her introductory speech and being worked over and penetrated were all over the Lottery TV channel. If the BLC was not pretending to keep the Lottery secret, the Cultural Ministry would have had a parade downtown with Crystal being gang banged on a float as the queen of the parade. Tuesday, one BLC sales manager with whom I was working on the dreary topic of collecting service taxes on certain services for the Pacific resort, waxed poetic saying that, although he knew it was pure chance, it seemed that provenance had led the Lottery Machine finally to produce two really marketable pain slaves. "Chiara is booked for months and the demand for Crystal is off the charts. I think if upper management let us, we could keep Crystal on the rack or on her back 24 hours a day for a year." I lost my temper and said that the BLC was getting such good pain slaves because it had paid a bundle to get participants and that the BLC knew full well that if it worked Crystal too much, she'd soon be worthless. He replied, "You're right, I hope the Lottery Machine produces another pain slave as good as Crystal. We can work them both as much as is possible. Maybe, as a Christmas bonus, the BLC will let me screw a slave." He stared at my body like I was a very tasty piece of meat. I scowled. We got back to service taxes and how to report collecting them discretely. Later, I thought of what it would be like having a jerk squeezing one of my breasts, like Daria had squeezed Irina, and not being able to do anything more than respectfully request not to be tormented and count on Sofia and her crew to assure there was no permanent injuries or marks. I felt afraid. Although my risks of becoming a slave had gone down considerably, I was more worried about my future than before. I'd watched two acquaintances taken down hard. I knew that the fact that it had been only a 1/12th risk would be of no comfort if I were the one chosen. Also, how would I go home? I had learned a lot about myself over the last year. I had provided some fine pornography to the world for uses that I could not control. If I was not the unlucky one to come so far and become the 150th sex slave, I had to face the rest of my life. When I next saw Svetlana on Wednesday, she too was crowing about how well the "Lotteries of Submission" had gone so far. "If there was a way to rig the Lottery Machine, I'd probably have taken Freja first as she could really have been used in promotions and I don't know if she'll participate in the future. When it came to Ashley and Crystal in the second of the lotteries, part of me was hoping the machine would pick Ashley; both because I love Crystal and because I knew that Crystal would keep participating until she was a pain slave. It was just a matter of time. "But it worked out beautifully. If you can believe it, Ashley's so-called 'miracle escape' has already led to getting more very attractive women to participate as potential pain slaves with the Rev. Jeremiah and Ashley's husband out recruiting attractive women who can help the church. We let Ashley's husband have sex Crystal today as a finders fee, which gave Crystal a perverse form of revenge although Ashley has not been told." The Thursday before the special lottery, Mann, Walker, Anderson, and numerous others arrived at the hotel. There was a reception Friday that the participants were required to attend. I was too nervous to say much. The Rev. Jeremiah was there talking about what a great thing Ashley was doing and how he expected that other of his lovely parishioners would soon be following her in footsteps in earning money for the mighty church. "As they saw last Saturday, God protects the virtuous and punishes the wicked," I nearly puked. Crystal, who it is rumored grew up as the daughter of a hypocritical preacher, would probably have punched the Rev. Jeremiah in the nose if she were not a pain slave off being screwed. All the women were on edge. Although we had much less of a chance of becoming slaves than five weeks ago, the stress of taking the risk three weeks out of five was starting to get to everyone. Madison slapped me across the face pretending it was an accident that happened when she pointed out a fancy chandelier to Amy. Apparently protecting lottery participants from each other was not part of Sofia's job. She just laughed. I briefly thought of promoting the Lottery's sales by getting into a brawl with Madison on the floor of the reception room, but decided the cheerleader turned stripper was probably a better at cat fighting than me. I retreated to the other side of the room where Freja and Inger were having an animated discussion in some Scandinavian language. Probably it was better that I could not understand. They made more than one reference that sounded like "dum valdsam Americansk" or something like that. Saturday morning, we were topless up on our pedestals again, this time with the special rules designed to maximize the porn and humiliation while shortening the down time. Yegor introduced Joanna as the replacement on the 12th pedestal for Crystal. Joanna said she needed the money to replace equipment, for hospital bills and other losses she'd suffered during her last mountain expedition. He asked me how I felt about my future while many men and a few women were pounding the BLC property known as Crystal. I truthfully said, "Scared shitless." He whispered for me to "do something" and I held up my breasts, bit my lower lip, squirmed coyly and said, "Oh please, Machine don't take these and the rest of me. I'm so soft and men can be so hard." My nipples were erect, the points looking like huge 1.5 cm pencil erasers, the way they often look when I'm really excited. Yegor whispered, "Great, Thank you." The Lottery Machine spoke. The six women chosen were Amy, Joanna, Madison, Margaret, Olivia and me. I felt I was the cat in the box. Freja was chosen as the seventh woman who was had on stage while the six of us moved over to the semi-finalist position. For a while, there was nothing to do but watch Freja with the huge guy who won the Seventh woman lottery. As instructed, she took his cock into her pussy and bounced up and down reverse cowgirl style for the camera. I think she somehow enjoyed the embarrassment and humiliation. The liquids flowing when she got up indicated the man had been satisfied. I wondered how this would affect her modeling career for a moment before coming back to the problem of me. Svetlana redirected attention back to the six of us on the semi-finalist stage. After saying how beautiful the next slave would be, Yegor pushed the big Lottery Machine button. I inhaled deeply. The numbers that came up were Madison's and mine. I'd either have a hard-core porn movie of me or I'd become a pain sex slave for perhaps the rest of my life. OMG During the next break, I used the participants' toilet and walked to the finalist platform for the first time. I thought about how the BLC management was probably praying that they got million-dollar me as the slave instead of cheap slut Madison. Through the measuring round, there was nothing to do but watch dimensions flash on the screen. 173 cm tall, 107-68-104, DD cups and much other useless data appeared. The measurements seemed right for one or both of us but I was not following the numbers. I was focusing my mental waves at the Lottery Machine while Yegor was doing his usual rap about what wonderful slaves either of us would make while mainly looking at me. Once, I felt myself lapse into willing the machine to pick me. But I had firmly gone back to concentrating all my mental powers on directing the Machine to pick Madison as Yegor pushed the button. Perhaps Anderson's quantum physics is better than Svetlana's mental power theory. Perhaps, the Machine caught my mental lapse or something else went wrong. Anyway, the fucking machine picked me. DEBUT OF 150th SEX SLAVE From the crowd noises, it seemed Bolry had won the World Cup again. The BLC abbreviated the usual photography of the new slave to make it possible to go directly to the sex with the runner-up. Madison had enough time to shout at me, "Have fun as a pain slave, you stuck up bitch," before she was slammed onto a bed by the guy who got to screw her. I was whist into the hall leading to the dungeon. Svetlana and Sofia were there. I knew the way. No one talked for about half a minute. I was scared. I felt crushed by the way I had been had by the BLC, the firm and my own kinky desires and stupidity. I hated myself. Tears were forming in my eyes when Svetlana started a little talk. "You should not despair. You are going to have a painful couple of months and much painful and humiliating treatment for decades after that. But I know you will like much of it although you might not be willing to admit that. We are going to do much to end your past life, but we won't even be able to do that. We have no interest in destroying any part of you. You have three sponsors who have all said that they will be checking on you regularly as well as having sex with you, of course. You have a much lower chance of dying through violence than Pyotr, Lermanov, or me or even Sofia here. You will still be brilliant Laurel. You will still have a life, probably a very happy one. There are people who love you." Svetlana's talk did make me feel somewhat better. We reached a preparation room where an older woman in a gray dress straightened my hair slightly and looked at me as though she had seen the future for a thousand years. While that was happening, Sofia instructed that, just as I should never fake an orgasm, I should never act like something hurt more than it did. "Just act naturally. If you act like you are in agony when we know you are not, we won't believe you when you really do reach your limit. You know what happened to the little boy that cried wolf. On the other hand, don't try to be more heroic than you are. If something really hurts, you can scream and sob as much as you feel. That's part, a small part, of how the BLC people whose job it is to protect the property know to intervene. Also, of course, making you scream and cry is part of the customers' fun." Next, to the dungeon. I went in as the guest of honor, steady on my feet but very frightened. The crowd was there that I would have expected: a bunch of muscle bound, well-endowed guys wearing black leather pants with drop fronts, Ferguson, again in a suit like he was at a closing, Jacobs and Redstone, both also in suits, and Leslie also not dressed for sex but as though she was going to the opera. Mann, Walker, Anderson, and four or five other guys were there in robes as was Ms. Gentile and a couple women I did not know. All seven other pain slaves were there attached to the back wall. I was pleased to see that Chiara and Crystal did not seem damaged in any way. Crystal even gave me a little smile. Natalya and Irina I knew of course. It was not hard to pick out the Chinese woman who had an expression like a torture chamber was the most normal place to be in the world. The last two women were gagged and blindfolded, perhaps so they would not freak out or so that it would matter less if they did. First, we had to film the introductory submission. While that was set up, I could see on a monitor that Madison was getting reamed up the ass while dripping down the front. The winner of the runner-up lottery was getting his money's worth. I did not have time to take any satisfaction in Madison's situation. The Director said, "Since Laurel here was so good as to call special attention to the issue of the ownership of her incredible breasts, we are going to emphasize that in the intro. We can contrast the two clips in future ads." I was told to put my arms behind my back and my elbows were tied together forcing my boobs to be thrust forward. One of the black leather guys tied rough scratchy ropes around my breasts constricting them painfully. My nipples and the little bumps on them bulged out more than I'd ever seen before. The Director said, "Out of our great respect for your intelligence and marketing ability, we will let you ad lib the submission speech but make sure you emphasize you are now owned and can be had for anything safe." "Including pregnancy," Svetlana added, "and don't mention the BLC or Bolry. We may want to use this in places to explain what you now are without disclosing where you are." They lifted me onto the wooden horse and, although they lowered me gently, it immediately hurt like hell. I felt like a perfectly scared and spiritually beaten slave. I whimpered out, "Hi, I'm Laurel. As you can see, I did not get to keep my breasts for myself. They and the rest of what used to be my body can now be rented for any sexual use that does not damage the goods. I used to be a Manhattan lawyer riding high. You can ride me high and low like a Coney Island roller coaster, whack me around and knock me up. I took chances knowing it could lead to this. Now I'm a pain slave." I sobbed a little without having to fake at all. The ropes on my breasts and the weight of my body on my sex were starting to kill me. The reality of the rest of my life was pressing my mind about as hard as my labia were pressing the wood. The Director gave me a big thumbs up. I was blindfolded and the headphones were attached. I was briefly amused as I heard Scheherazade coming through the headphones. That only lasted through the opening violin solo before the sound went to white noise. Svetlana could make jokes about Rimsky Korsakov but the BLC wasn't going to give me any real breaks. I started to feels smacks all over my upper body from what I assumed were light whips. No one of the hits hurt much. They built up to utter agony. I did not feel any compulsion to act brave and acted just as I felt. The breast bondage remained horribly uncomfortable. I gasp, groaned, sobbed, and cried without putting anything on. I would have been writhing in agony except that that would have put more pressure on my bottom, which really hurt. The sensory depravation worked. My mind was hardly working except to receive pain. Finally, the BLC guys took off my blindfold and, while on camera working a vibrator on each of the other slaves, took the ropes off my breasts, removed the earphones, lifted me off the wooden horse, and let me rest a minute or two. The flesh and blood returned to where it should be. I came to myself again. That was not necessarily good. Next I was on my knees on a little platform that brought my chest up to the height of a man's waist. I was bent back against a pad with my head also bent back against pad so that it was as though I was in a dentist chair with my head not much higher than my breasts. The Director said I should keep my arms behind my back and my eyes closed. Some man came up and placed a large cock between my breasts and began to massage it with my breasts. He did not start gently and got less and less gentle with my breasts as he came close to coming. I was amazed when he managed to spray semen into my face. It was meant to be humiliating. It worked. I felt like a piece of flesh that had been used like a piece of flesh. I just kept my eyes closed and tried to think about something else until someone toweled me off and the Director said it was safe to open my eyes. I did not want to do so. I knew I was far from done. I was taken to the same waist high padded bar over which Crystal had suffered and, like her, bent over the bar, feet spread and attached to the floor with my arms cuffed to the short post ahead of me. Instead of blindfolding me, they had me face a TV monitor and a camera so I could see the black leather guys use a blow torch to heat the brand and everyone could see me see watch with wide open eyes. Later, I wondered whether Svetlana had taken me to Crystal's slave debut to prepare me for the pain or to raise the level of pain. I don't think it helped me to see what was coming. At the time, I did not think anything. I just felt fear and the brand on the fleshy part of my soft but firm butt. The pain was intense but did not last long. I guess the nerve endings died quickly. If they were trying to elicit a blood-curling scream from me, they got what they wanted. The smell of my own burnt flesh was as sickening as you'd expect. Next I got the same sort of ponytail up my ass that Crystal received. Jacobs, Redstone, Leslie and others were snapping pictures of me with my new brand and the ponytail. They were laughing and having the time of their lives. I took that in and thought of all the people in New York and around the world watching my pain and humiliation. If people could literally die of embarrassment, I'd have died. They let me just hang for a while. After I had regained my ability to think, I saw them playing with their electric toys. Little pads were put on either side of my inner lips. I got numerous shocks in the very most sensitive part of a woman's body. The pain was so intense that I felt nothing else but the pain and could think of nothing but the pain although I tried. When the shocks ended, they were done for a while with the pain and humiliation for pain and humiliation's sake. Life immediately began to improve when I perceived that the ponytail was not just there to humiliate. There was an applicator inside of the ponytail with lubricant that was squeezed into my rectum. The ponytail came out. Walker firmly forced his condom covered cock up my ass to great applause in the room. He squeezed my breasts while acting like he was trying to send me into outer space, hitting my G-spot from the back door. He took his time and pounded me over and over. It worked. I had an orgasm before being left to hang over the rail again while I caught my breath. I felt terribly used and satisfied at the same time. I was pulled up onto a bed and told to spread my legs. Mann looked at me, smiled, and jabbed into my vagina whispering, "I guess it had to be." He thrust in without a condom and went in and out like it did not count unless his cock touched my cervix with every thrust. I ignored where I was and who was watching and opened up completely as Mann kept it up like a jackhammer made of flesh. I amazed myself with an incredibly intense orgasm that sent vibrations through my whole body. Mann came himself and slowed down gracefully before withdrawing, waiving and whispering, "I'll be back often," before moving away. Stood up and turned around, I worked myself down on the cock of a guy who was on his back where I had been. Bent forward, I another cock went up my ass. It was my first double penetration. Naturally, I felt incredibly full, with a cock pushing my G-spot into another cock. The man below me gently ran his fingers over my breasts, before squeezing them forcefully while the guy above me pulled my hair just enough for me to feel it. The guy below began sucking on my left nipple swirling his tongue around my erect tit. I came a little before the guys did. The 150th Slave Pt. 06: Alternative Ending I got to eat Ms. Gentile's pussy, which was restful under the circumstances. I took my time and did a good job applying the lessons I'd learned in Long Island. I worked my tongue around the vicinity of her hot button moving in slowly before gently flicking my tongue where I was sure it would do the trick. Though her face was off camera, she made sounds that made clear to the world that my efforts had been appreciated. The reverse cowgirl fuck that the BLC always does with slaves for the cameras followed. I know that they do it because it displays the female so completely and makes any modesty impossible. But it seems to me that the position is also somewhat inconsistent with slavery. The slave female is in control. She is on top and can set the pace and work her clitoris if she wants. The guy is practically a chair equipped with a prick. Crystal had been absolutely beautiful in this position. I was tired but this was a chance to set my own pace on top of one of the incredibly hung, incredibly hard, BLC guys. I closed my eyes to concentrate on pleasure rather than humiliation, moved just as I wanted to hit my special nerves inside, held my hands under my breasts so they did not bounce around too much, and squeezed with my inner muscles on the delicious piece of flesh inside me. The Director said there was no rush. I did not rush and let it build and build inside me to let my orgasm take me at its own pace. When it came, the guy below me held me up as he fired into me and I almost lost consciousness. They gave me a few minutes to breath before another Bolry guy went up the ass while I went down on another of the women on the bed. Finally, returned to being bent over the pole, with another black leather guy's cock in my mouth as a pacifier, my pussy was penetrated from behind with the guy gently massaging my inner lips with a free hand. Brought to one more orgasm by this and swallowing the sperm that had erupted into my mouth, I was utterly exhausted. I am told that having six orgasms in 90 minutes for a woman is far short of the world record, but it was a record for me. We'd gone well over the broadcast time. Ferguson had left. The Director said that they'd filmed enough and had enough superb material to make several movies. The other slaves were put to work having sex with one man or woman or the other, Anderson again taking Crystal, having not touched me. Leslie left after jeering and thrusting out her boobs and saying in my ear that she'd never so enjoyed a performance in her life. Jacobs said it was great to see me where he'd always knew I belonged. Svetlana looked at Jacobs and said, "What a fool" out loud and, then, whispered in my ear, "Laurel, that was breathtaking. You are a goddess," and left in a hurry. I knew where she was going. I was helped up from the pole again and given a robe by the woman in gray who looked at my breasts and other places to see if I had any abrasions or redness. She applied lotions and kept telling me, "You wery bootieful, Gat lave you, everting is gud gud." Sophia said I'd get a light lunch and few hours to rest and there would not be any more serious pain today. Starting about teatime, I'd be entertaining a series of men who had vigorous but not sadistic uses for my body. Also, she said that because this was my first day and I was taking in so much, she would be nearby just in case I felt I needed an unscheduled break or other assistance. There would be a lot of showers naturally but at least with me they would not have to be checking recent piercings. She added that I should have fun. That evening went as Sofia said it would. I managed generally to concentrate on nothing but sex and the happy sensations in my body. None of the half dozen or so men from around the world were violent. Some of them were quite considerate. One guy did want me to pretend I was being raped. Another slapped my ass as he screwed me, which was tame compared to what I'd been through. I got a lot of boob play although none so rough as I had experienced in the dungeon. One guy I had known in New York as an exceptionally successful investment banker. I had refused to go to bed with him there because I thought he was too pushy. Now I had no choice as he made clear starting with the words, "you're mine now bitch, at least for an hour." Despite this beginning, he was not too bad. He just took me anally, pulled and pinched more than most women would like, yanked on my hair some, pulled out one of my few pubic hairs to keep "as a souvenir" and kept telling me how much fun it was "to fuck a haughty bitch up the ass." I grossed myself out by enjoying it on some level even while feeling humiliated and awful that I would now have to surrender to anyone with the money to rent me. The investment banker spent the time that his prick recovered from his first orgasm to lecture me on how I had had bad luck given the odds. He added that I should have known that someone would lose, though. He suggested that with my looks and brains, a better percentage shot would have been to marry a rich guy like him and take him for what he was worth. He said that's what his three wives had done. More usefully, while he lectured, he played with my nipples and around my clit in a way that made me eager to have sex again. For his second act in the hour, the banker took me bareback using the cavity built for the purpose of sexual activity and childbirth. Fortunately, I was already skilled at having sex with guys I did not like. Somehow I even felt pleasure in knowing that I would have to surrender to every jerk that paid the BLC its rate. I wrapped my legs around him and, as we came, I had vaginal contractions as though my body wanted to suck up his sperm. Later, I thought of a line I remembered from my college English class, "Sweet are the uses of adversity" and I felt happy that I was a sex slave instead of the guy's fourth wife. That would have been to embarrassing. Those were the worst mannered ones. On the other side, a sweet English guy just wanted to talk for an hour. After reading from Fanny Hill, D.H. Lawrence and Anais Nin, he said that I was incredibly beautiful, that he could tell I was really smart, that he never thought of me as evil, and that there was something wonderfully maternal and incredibly sexy about me at the same time. He added he would be back for a whole evening in a few weeks. I wished I had the notes from my college English Lit course to review in preparation for his return. An African dictator said he wished he could have me as one of his wives. He would have given me a huge house and many servants. He realized that could never be. He took me doggie style but did a very nice job of working us both up to a beautiful climax. Two other rich men wanted me on top doing what I had done during the debut only facing them. In both cases, the man felt my breasts and sucked on my nipples as I did my best to work us both slowly to a measured and lovely climax. I know they were satisfied. I think I performed orally two or three times. If, as reported, there are health benefits to receiving sperm, I was the one of the healthier women in the world that night. I did have fun. After the last of those guys were done with me about an hour before midnight, I felt a sort of incredibly, soft, tired euphoria. Finally, alone in my BLC bed, I slept like a log for hours. But, about dawn Sunday, I had a very strange dream. Everyone I had ever known in my life, including teachers, family, other students, colleagues and people I had met on the job, was looking at me displaying my nude body while, with my face to the crowd, I rode a man who had his penis up my vagina. The crowd was cheering, giggling and hooting. I was touching myself while bouncing up and down. I was dreaming but it was one of those dreams in which you know you are dreaming. There were people in the audience that I knew were dead and people in the audience who did not look like anyone I could remember and still I thought I knew them well. In the dream I had a screaming and shouting orgasm. The crowd came to a standing ovation. I was panting and trying to decide whether it was applause of derision, envy or appreciation when I woke up. Awake, I thought that the day before had been both the worst and the best day of my life. I realized again that my brain has some seriously crossed wires. Why couldn't I have gotten so much pleasure from a romantic interlude with a nice man in a normal monogamous vanilla relationship? I wondered if I was the sickest woman in the world or if there were others as messed up as me. Fortunately, I was still so tired that I fell back asleep until noon. The 150th Slave Pt. 07: Alternative Ending PART SEVEN - First Weeks of SLAVERY AFFAIRS OF STATE Shortly after I woke up, Sofia knocked on my door to say that Svetlana wanted to have brunch with me in her suite. Now a slave, not allowed clothing without express orders, I went up the elevator wearing nothing. I was rather surprised to reach Svetlana's room to find Boltzin there with Svetlana and neither of them wearing much more than me. They both had obviously recently showered. Boltzin's penis was looking just too perfect. I envied Svetlana, both for her figure in her mid-40s and that she would get to continue to sleep with such a stallion as Boltzin. Svetlana was gracious of course. "Much lovely food is being brought. Eat up, dear, you used a lot of calories yesterday and must recover your strength." She explained that Mr. Boltzin was not there to make me feel badly about what I would not be getting anymore. "He has another roll. But first, my dear, let me praise you over you performance yesterday. You just could not have done better. Your debut screening did just as well in terms of viewership as Crystal's although she has always been a huge audience favorite. All the men I've talked to say that you make both a tremendous BDSM sub or sex partner. Several guys who only knew of you by reputation as fabulous in bed said that you are much better even than they had heard. "The oral sex with Ms. Gentile has resulted in a number of reservations for you of another variety. I don't know why we never thought of broadcasting lesbian action before. It's funny, you think you've thought of all the angles but you've missed something that should have been obvious. "You even got almost all the legal work done before yesterday that needed to be done for the Pacific resort. Ferguson, Kat, Redstone, and Jacobs should be able to do the rest in days. We sent all the clothing and other things you don't need anymore back with Fred Mann. He says he will put them in your condo for now. "Still more, somehow Chiara, Crystal and you becoming pain slaves made it fashionable. We've already been able to recruit more women to participate as potential pain slaves. When all the pain slaves were Bolrian or obviously had difficult pasts, it was hard. Now for a certain class of kinky woman who has been participating in the Lottery at some level or thinking of doing so, it is almost glamorous to risk become a pain slave. It is like wearing crazy high heels or getting exotic piercings because some famous actress did it. "You are probably wondering what is going to happen to you. You are going to stay in the Capital for another two weeks. Crystal and Chiara are staying too but Irina has flown back to Berlin and the others are off on foreign jobs or back to the Resort. I do think Katerina and Maria are getting better. Katerina actually said that she enjoyed helping out with your debut yesterday. I heard from Boltzin and others that the enthusiasm in bed of both of the women Dimitry traumatized is much restored. "This evening we have booked a lot of rough sex but no engagements with customers that want to torture you. Monday is the same. Tuesday, you spend with the BSP." I gasped and Svetlana went on, "I fully understand your feelings about the Security Police. Even Crystal was frightened because she had heard too much about the BSP from Lermanov. As you saw, though, Crystal was not harmed. Anyway, there is no way to get out of this. Expect to be taken to your absolute limit but no further. In Bolry only the innocent are really punished. You're not that innocent. I would have spared you if I could have, both out of sympathy and because you will not be able to work Wednesday as a sex slave. I managed to spare Chiara but Pyotr definitely indicated that you had to go. Sofia does not really need my help in protecting you, but I will be there to make doubly sure nothing gets out of hand. "Sofia, by the way, is extremely well qualified to allow women to suffer as much pain as they can take to please the customer but no more. She has felt everything that you will feel but did so without the comfort of knowing that there were people nearby who would prevent permanent injury. "You are not scheduled for any piercings. We decided that having piercings during the pain slave debuts, while adding to the passion play, were not worth the extra work that we had to do to avoid infections and other complications. With you in particular, many guys have a breast infatuation, which is not surprising given your DDs and the way your nipples get so erect and your Montgomery's glands become so intense when you get sexually excited. Also, we have a lot of plans for ways to use those natural breasts in nice natural ways that we will share with you over time. "As I said, Wednesday you will have off except maybe you should work on your Russian. Thursday and Friday you are fully booked. "You get to sleep in on Saturday while we chose the 151st slave. That night you attend the post lottery party. Expect a lot of abuse as acquaintances and others make merry with your new situation. You are expected to accept it all with utter submissiveness. You are not expected to be stoical, though. You are allowed to tell people at parties when they are causing you great pain. We don't want our parties to turn into torture sessions. After the post-lottery party, you will probably be used thoroughly by customers in the dungeon or one of the other facilities we have in this building. Of course, you will not be harmed. You will never be harmed. "Not that it really matters but Ms. Gentile insisted on becoming an additional sponsor to make sure that your three male sponsors did not fail to protect your remaining rights fully. I think both she and Fred Mann are feeling a little guilty although really nothing bad has happened to you. Your life has just changed, that's all. "Anyway, the next week and a half is pretty much all bondage, pain and sex except for the morning of a week from Tuesday. Our great leader, Pyotr Toltski, will be back from state business. He has expressed an interest in meeting you and Crystal. He has learned you are both brilliant and beautiful. You will wear clothing that Tuesday as you are driven downtown. I can assure you that there will be no torture or sex that morning. That afternoon and evening and the next week you will be fully booked with sex, including starring in a few porn movies, and a number of promotional activities for which all of the pain slaves will be returned to the capital. When you finally get to the Resort, you'll be examined again and begin preparing for your injections." I asked, "What injections?" Svetlana explained that they intended to harvest eggs from all three of us for sale. "We expect to fetch a very good price for eggs from all three of you but the eggs of the two women who are both extremely beautiful and certified geniuses should do particularly well." "Certified geniuses?" "Yes, while Chiara is very smart, the IQs of you and Crystal are almost off the chart. Crystal knows this. That is one of the many things she let go to her head. I gather you were never told the results of a test you took in high school. Josef told us you had slept with a member of some committee to get a college scholarship. It is pretty clear that guy took advantage of you too. You got the scholarship because of the test results. Ranking your class helped also." "I must be the stupidest genius in history," I said. "That seems entirely possible," Svetlana answered. "Svetlana, the egg thing freaks me out," I said. Svetlana did not reply to that but said, "Now, we come back to the activities for this afternoon. At my suggestion, Mr. Boltzin has agreed to make love to you. He is confident that his vigorous activities last night will not inhibit him. Also, you don't have to feel sad thinking that this is your last time with Boltzin. He is a very ambitious young man and I am sure he will earn bonuses. Perhaps he will also have to do marketing research that will involve him having to do extensive sampling of the very best of products the BLC offers. The conditions on this pleasure this morning are that I get to watch and that you perform on me afterward as you performed so well on Ms. Gentile yesterday." What followed was wonderful and definitely got me in the right frame of mind for the evening's business. For two days, my body felt it could do no wrong. My mind had clicked into one of complete focus on giving and receiving physical pleasure. Life was a great and holy fuck. That was Sunday and Monday. My trip to the BSP headquarters downtown Tuesday was very different. Indeed, I will probably vividly remember the trip to the BSP my whole life if I live to be 100. As Pyotr Toltski's sister, a member of the Bolry cabinet and a political force in Bolry, Svetlana generally travelled in a limo with guards and a police escort. That day, however, we went downtown in a non-descript four door Skoda with Alex driving, Sofia in the front passenger seat literally having a machine gun under a shawl across her lap and Svetlana in the back with me and two automatic weapons. "Lermanov did not want us to have a big parade going from the BLC to the BSP headquarters so we are trying to move incognito," Svetlana said. "There's another car behind us with men who know how to use their guns almost as well as Sofia and me. I don't think that whole carload, though, has killed as many people as Sofia." If I'd needed a reminder that the Bolrian government was not run by gentle and popular leaders, Svetlana's speech that followed would have served. "Laurel, you are naturally concerned that the BSP might harm you in some permanent manner accidentally despite our best intentions. I can assure you that they are absolutely skilled now in using just the right amount of force. The BSP is constantly exploring the use of pain. Also, six months ago, a foiled assassination attempt yielded a number of surviving women on whom to test and retest the various new gadgets. "I know that coming from the West that that may sound horrible to you but your government acts the same when it thinks it thinks it must. They know everything we are doing here, including the Lottery, and do not object. I think it is really regrettable that we must stay in power through such rough tactics. I hope that someday we will not need strong leaders to prevent civil war and chaos. I regret almost every time I have killed someone or had someone killed. "What really should comfort you is that no one at the BSP wants to risk marring you in any way. They just want to cause you to suffer greatly and fuck you hard in every conceivable way." I found this speech to be less comforting than some of her earlier talks had been. I was surprised when the cars drove to the back of the radio tower rather than to an office building. "Is this the BSP headquarters?" I asked. Svetlana said it was not but that the Minister of Internal Security, Lagunev, wanted a private meeting here before we went to the BSP headquarters. A man in his early 60s who was accompanied by two obvious members of the BSP met us and led us to a back elevator in the radio tower away from the tourist elevator. Lagunev said in tolerable English, "It is a poorly kept secret that there is a level above the observation deck that is reserved by the BSP for its purposes. The view is even better than from the observation deck." He, one of his thugs, Sofia and Svetlana rode the elevator up with me. Lagunev explained on the way up that the BSP uses the tower for a number of purposes including persuading certain people to give information that they would not have otherwise provided. "Of course, we don't need any information from you and we know you are not afraid of heights." I guessed that Mann or Ferguson must have told someone that I frequently went to the top of the Empire State Building late at night when the lines are shorter and I needed a break from work during a long night. This was somewhat different. I was totally disrobed, held tightly by Sofia and the other guy, and faced over the waist high railing. My feet and lower legs were spread a few feet apart and very firmly attached to some secure fittings that had obviously been placed there for the purpose and used before. "Don't worry about falling," Lagunev said, "Even persons who are fated to suffer an accident are never tossed off the tower. How would we explain if a body came down on a tourist bus? Do you like the view?" Holy shit. The view was spectacular. It was nothing like looking out of the Empire State Building which has a very high guard rail to prevent anyone from getting too close to the edge. Although I knew I could not have fallen if I'd wanted to, the sense of having my whole torso extended over the rail 300 meters above the ground was literally breathtaking. Lagunev continued, "We think you will enjoy the activities to come more if your arms are behind your back and your center of gravity is less over the rail." They tied my arms tightly together behind the back, which thrust my breasts out prominently for the view of passing birds and dragonflies. After appropriate foreplay, a large penis entered my vagina and I alternated between enjoying the view of the capital city, the BLC hotel not too far away, several lakes, a river and the distant mountains, and enjoying the feel of the cock in me. I found I could not do both, closed my eyes and felt the light wind in my hair and across my breasts, the pressure on my pussy against the rail and the feel of a cock. I came in a new way. Lagunev made sounds like a man finishing up. My anus was lubricated. Another man entered me. I assume it was Lagunev's friend. Again I split my time between the lovely view and the lovely sensations but this time buzzing up to me and hovering in front of me in the air was a drone. I laughed and got back to the business at hand. On elevator ride down, Lagunev said I was very beautiful and that he expected he would be seeing me again in other venues. I got tidied up a bit and dressed again before we got back in the car. In the car I asked Svetlana whether Crystal had done that. She said that she had not. They had found another interesting location for Lagunev to enjoy Crystal. "It was in the Bolry zoo and involved being in a cage with a tiger that does not look nearly as tame as it is. As we knew she would be, Crystal was calm and sexy. The film we made was great and I'm sure the film made from the drone and the camera we had behind you will be great too." The BSP headquarters was as large and sinister as I'd expected. My lose dress was immediately ripped off as soon as I was taken into the building. Svetlana shook her head and whispered to me, "I still can't see why they never use the buttons or zippers?" Arms behind my back again, I was handcuffed and paraded through the office to the stares and jeers of numerous people in uniforms that looked like they came from the set of some 1960s spy movie. After using the crude concrete ladies room, I was led into a fairly large room followed by Svetlana and Sofia and allowed to look around long enough to see a table covered with various whips, prongs, clamps and gadgets, three men and two women getting them ready and a set of bleachers with dozens of people in uniform sitting in them. My heart was beating like a college band drum. Svetlana said that we were in the training room and went and sat on a folding chair with Sofia about 10 feet from the spot to which I was led. Nipple clamps on, blindfold on, headphones on, I cannot report anything more about the next I-don't-know-how- long except feelings, almost all intense. I know my arms were uncuffed and attached to something over my head, and my legs were spread and attached to the floor. I really can't describe the shapes or varieties of electric gadgets used on me. I knew they were being very careful and that Svetlana and Sofia were in the room, but it is hard to keep that in mind while being slapped by whips above the waist and shocked from all directions below the waist in the most sensitive of places. I tried to think of anything else, views of the sea, legal problems, New Jersey, caviar, how much I hate Ferguson anything. After not long, though, I simply lost my mind and became a locus of pain. The only reason I did not want to die was that I was not capable of any thought at all. Somewhere along that process the nipple clamps were slapped off which hurt worse than when they went on. If the BSP had wanted any information or anything else from me, they would have gotten it. There were no marks and, I guess, no psychological damage but I had changed. I was hosed off with nice warm water (thank you someone), let down, placed on my back and allowed to rest for a few minutes. The headphones came off but the blindfold stayed. The gang bang that followed did not set a world record but was longer and involved a lot more penetration than anything I had ever had before. A year before, I would have thought it would have killed me. I don't know how many men and women used me or who they were. During the sex, at first I was numb from the torture and acted like a lump of meat. Later, I participated actively in the sex for a while like a good sex slave before I became exhausted. I was on the verge of losing it entirely when Svetlana whispered in my ear, "Laurel, the rules about sex slaves trying the best they can to please don't apply here. You've given these bastards much more than they deserve. Just try to relax. I will get you out of here as soon as I can." It ended after a half dozen or more men used what was once my body. After that and I was rinsed off in warm water again. Svetlana, Alex, and Sofia took me back as they had taken me downtown. I was utterly exhausted as I had never been before. "I am tired, I am weary, I could sleep for a thousand years," was all that ran through me head on the way home. I could not even remember where I'd gotten that line. One of Sofia's assistants met us and helped me get into bed. INDIGNITIES AND PAIN As promised, on Wednesday I had the day off. Well, almost off. After being allowed to sleep in and having breakfast served in bed, I dropped off to sleep again until the middle of the afternoon when there was loud knocking at the door. It was Ferguson. "I'm sorry Laurel, sweetheart, but we really can't figure out how to handle this one foreign tax assessment valuation matter, there is no one available in New York to do it. We think you understand it. Svetlana says it really has to be settled before a meeting tomorrow." I simply lost it. "Sweetheart, sweetheart, you break my heart, ruin my life, set me up to be tortured and raped by the whole fucking Bolrian army," I exaggerated, "and now you have the gall to ask for help with a tax problem." "Svetlana said you would not be enthusiastic about seeing me," he replied, "but really, I think your life is going to get better from here on out. We really need to get this done so that Jacobs, Redstone and I can get done and get out of this place." This was not the right thing to say to a woman who might never be able to leave Bolry. I started to scream at him but instead fell in a chair and started crying out of anger, sorrow, embarrassment and frustration. I was crying uncontrollably and on the verge of doing violence to myself when Svetlana walked in with Sofia and the room was starting to feel like Grand Central Station. "I told you, Josef, that she should be left alone today. I'd turn you over to the Security Police if I could. I've called Mann. He is sending two people from the firm's London international tax office to arrive tomorrow morning. The fact your wife finally left you is no excuse for you to try exploit Laurel still further, at least not today." His wife wised up and left him. That was the first happy news I had had for a while. Ferguson mumbled that he was pleased to hear that the firm was addressing the issue and tried to make as graceful an exit as he could under the circumstances. Svetlana said to me that it was a very pretty day. Perhaps I would like to take dinner with her at her summer home on the lake. So, I had a very nice visit to Svetlana's very comfortable and large home on a beautiful lake with nothing around except water, birds, mountain views and the numerous security guards that are never far from Svetlana whenever she leaves the BLC compound. The 150th Slave Pt. 07: Alternative Ending Thursday, I resumed work as a slave feeling positive about it. The BLC had scheduled only men who wanted sex with an attractive woman who they knew would be talented in bed and not mind a little more vigor than some women. Patty, Irina, Natalya, and even Katerina and Maria came in Friday to join the other three of us for some events. The Saturday night post lottery party could have been worse. Ferguson had left Bolry not long after the incident on Wednesday. Because Svetlana made clear to Jacobs and Redstone that the BLC was not going to pay the firm to keep them in Bolry just so they could try to make Chiara and me feel worse, they left Thursday. It was humiliating. I was there to greet people in dollar sign nipple jewelry with my legs spread enough for access and my arms tied tightly behind my back. Many took the opportunity to pinch or squeeze some part of me. Chiara and Katerina were in about the same situation as me. We were better off than Irina and Crystal who were on little cushioned platforms on their backs with their legs spread wide for a level of inspection generally reserved for the gynecological table. Patty, Natalya and Maria were afforded about the same level of dignity on their knees with their rumps up in the air. After they had had their fun humiliating us for 30 minutes or so, we were released from our bounds and allowed to participate in the party more or less like others except without an ability to deny our bodies to any masher who wanted to feel us up. I was beginning to get used to that. As usual, the food and wine were excellent. I even managed to enjoy the pheasant and duck eggs while a guy felt all the bumps of my nipples before inspecting my clitoris. The buzz in the party was that everything was coming up roses for the BLC. After the BLC spent a bundle to get three very desirable pain slaves, the Lottery Machine had selected an "Arab Princess" that they had long wanted although she had only participated at the 100:1 level. The fact she had proven to be very ticklish and had broken down into uncontrollable laughter upon becoming a pain slave was the subject of much amusement. "I don't think Alaya staged the laughter," Svetlana said, "but if she did, it was brilliant. We will have to make sure, though, that she isn't literally tickled to death." After the reception, it was very hard. Daria, Zorski and a few other Bolrian guys and some oil guys from Texas, Alaska, North Dakota, and Wyoming decided to conduct a "scientific" test in the dungeon as to whether Bolry was tougher than the United States by working over Irina, Crystal, Natalya and me to see which women became screaming, writhing hysterical wrecks first. Sofia insisted that they would each pay handsomely for the use of the test animals. Also, she would have to go down and supervise to make sure that none of the lab rats were hurt. A number of other amateur scientists decided that they had to watch. Svetlana, a woman named Ursula, and Yegor thought it was funny. Sofia told us, "They are paying good money so do your best ladies, but don't try to die for your country." Irina and Crystal both indicated that whatever they did, it would not be out of patriotism. The lack of an objective measure for when a woman had broken down made it hard to quantify the results of this study. I believe that most observers would agree that I definitely fell apart first, being on the wooden horse, whipped and electro-prodded from all directions. I am sorry John Wayne and Wonder Woman. I was brought up to think about laws, investments and business problems, not to be a tough girl under torture. The rest of the data collected in this study were also predictable. Natalya became a crying, begging, hysterical victim shortly after I did. It was not clear if Irina or Crystal ever really reached whatever endpoint the scientists sought. Oh, they looked very distressed and some grimaces were shown and tears were shed, but they never got to the point that they totally lost their composure. Crystal said later that after one has been tortured without hope and expecting to die, mere pain is just something to endure. I did not know when this had happened to Irina or Crystal. After talking to Sofia, Svetlana left with Anderson before the research was concluded. Shortly thereafter, Sofia declared that Bolry had won on total points because I had fallen apart first, but Crystal was "one tough cookie." She further shouted in two languages that the assholes who staged this sick contest could go downtown and try to find whores because there was no way she was going to let any of the four of us be touched until we'd had a chance to rest and recover. The guys were too drunk to care. Boltzin and a half dozen other guys who work for the BLC magically appeared to help us to our rooms. Reaching my room, Boltzin offered to put cream on my abrasions. I did not decline those or the other comforts he later offered. They did let the guys who had gone at us Saturday pay very good money to enjoy our company Sunday and Monday. Zorski was as apologetic as he ever is. He said the best he could that he realized I was a human being, not a lab rat, even if I was a pain slave. We had sex is a halfway normal and satisfactory manner. One of the American oilmen said he had drunk too much Saturday. He was glad he could not remember what he'd done. I gave him a very nice blowjob although I was not much impressed with his excuse. Slaves aren't entitled to receive apologies unfortunately. Tuesday was a glorious morning for Crystal and me. Lermanov notwithstanding, they gave the Zil limo carrying Svetlana, Sofia, Crystal and me a full motor parade as we were taken to see the glorious leader. We were dressed modestly for the trip but Pyotr Toltski did not want to miss the sights. We were ushered into his office wearing only our jewelry and high heels. Sofia was left at the door but Svetlana came in with us to greet Toltski and a couple bodyguards. He was on the phone a minute or so. This gave me a chance to look at the pictures of what I was later told were his first and present wives and children by those women as well as pictures on the wall of Toltski and various world leaders past and present. He ended the call and turned to us exuding courtesy and false modesty. "I am sorry but sometimes it is impossible to get the Premier of China to end a call so that one can turn to more delightful matters," he said in fluent but accented English. "Pardon also for the other gentlemen present here but the Bolrian Legislature has decreed that because of my supposed importance to the state, I may not see anyone without an armed guard. This is most regrettable but I am sure my guards are pleased with the diversion." I glanced over. They did indeed seem to appreciate viewing the naked bodies formerly belonging to Crystal and me. Toltski continued, "I would like to thank you both for coming so far to participate in the little game developed by my unfortunate brother and managed brilliantly by my beloved sister, Svetlana the Great." Svetlana smiled weakly as though she was tired of the joke. "I am informed that your participation alone has resulted in millions of dollars in hard currency coming to Bolry at a time when falling natural gas prices are causing some difficulties for us." He glanced at our breasts and other charms; more discretely I must say than most clients and public servants I have met. I did not know if we were expected to say anything during this meeting and just said "thank you." Crystal added "thank you." Svetlana smiled as though we had done the right thing. Toltski added, "I understand that you will be staying in Bolry for some time. That is very wonderful. I hope to see you again and wish you well in your labors to improve the lives of many persons. Now you must excuse me as I have to speak with our esteemed Prime Minister Lermanov who says he has pressing news regarding threats to our pipelines. I think he is mainly eager, though, to deprive me the pleasure of further entertaining you. Of course, he never allows himself such diversions." Crystal laughed and Toltski laughed. We all shook hands. Svetlana stayed with Pyotr Toltski. Crystal and I went with Sofia and a couple BLC guards in a normal car back to the BLC facility. Crystal and I had a very full schedule the rest of the day. Thursday there was an interesting incident. They were doing a bunch of "public nudity" pictures with all the pain slaves around the capital. I don't know how they do public nudity porn in other places but in Bolry they have the police clear the streets of all normal people telling them there is a bomb scare. All the seemingly normal members of the public in the photos and films are employees of the BLC. A lot of BLC people were on hand for this purpose. Svetlana was loosely in charge but working on her computer and letting the publicity manager more or less run the show. After pictures of us had been taken at the foot of the radio tower, someone who had heard of my little adventure at the very top of the tower, decided that the six of us should all be filmed having sex on the top of the tower with our breasts showing over the railing. The drone was all ready. When we started to move toward the rear elevator, Natalya had a panic attack. My Russian was improving but Irina filled me in on most of the discussion later. Natalya said she was very frightened of heights and begged to be allowed not to go up. She literally got on her knees and started crying. The publicity manager in charge of the shoot said something to the effect that she was a slave and would do what she was told. Sofia fetched Svetlana. Natalya begged Svetlana not to do this to her. We all watched Svetlana look carefully into Natalya's eyes before saying in effect that no woman should be forced past her limit. Even if Natalya had been indifferent to other's pain when she was married to Dimitry, she had reached her limit. "And we can't risk her getting sick over the railing." The manager pointed out that they had taken a bunch of pictures including Natalya, all day, he couldn't very well cut her out of the whole shoot. It would look strange to have Natalya in other pictures and not in the Tower episode. Immediately, Svetlana told Sofia to wait on the ground with Natalya. She told Boltzin to substitute for the guy the manager had planned to have sex on the tower with Natalya and to be sure he was on the next elevator with the cameramen. On the ride up with the manager, Crystal, Irina, Patty, and me, Svetlana quickly stripped. "My figure is almost as good as Natalya's, certainly when shot from drones and behind. We'll just use me." The publicity manager said that he expected that the drone would be close enough to see faces and Svetlana was so much more beautiful than Natalya that it would not work. Svetlana replied in Russian, "Thank you for your clumsy flattery but you are an incompetent director if you don't know how to shop in Natalya's face for mine in a short movie." Svetlana apparently thoroughly enjoyed the view and being screwed by Boltzin while the rest of us were similarly treated by other men. On the way down, Svetlana told the publicity manager that they could use the shopped movie in the pain slave publicity videos but they could use the unaltered film with her face on select occasions. "It's nothing that has not been seen many times in Bolry before, except for the altitude." I have hit the highlights of my first weeks of slavery but I could not begin to describe all the times I was slapped, pinched, mildly choked, tossed about, penetrated, double penetrated, triple penetrated in my first weeks as a slave. Svetlana was right that I enjoyed much of it. I often did not like that I liked it if that makes any sense. Following the BLC injunction to "never hold back anything," I fully participated in every sex act to the extent that I was not so bound or tired that I was forced into passivity. The fact I am much more fun mobile than immobile apparently got around. By the end of the two weeks I was generally permitted to participate in the debauchery very actively. The 150th Slave Pt. 08: Alternative Ending It only gets stranger. Alternative Ending PART EIGHT - GETTING SETTLED Patty and Natalya left for the Resort after the tower photo shoot. Irina went back to Berlin. A few days and hundreds of sex acts later, Alaya, Crystal, Chiara and I went in a motorcade to the Resort. We were showed to a new facility for pain slaves that had just been completed. Each woman had a spacious apartment to herself or, given that we are slaves, one might say that each apartment was equipped with a single woman. The view from the apartment is better by far than the view from my Manhattan Condo. The closets were minimal as would be expected. There is no clothing to store except for some corsets and special bras worn to support our breasts during periods of particularly rough treatment. There is a common reception room area and several "exercise rooms." That the exercise rooms also doubled as torture chambers and were equipped with an amazing array of racks, chains, hooks, whips, clamps, dildos, ticklers and electrical devices made them distinct from any exercise room I had been in before. After being shown our apartments, Crystal, Chiara and I were greeted by Dawn as well as several other normal sex slaves. Crystal embraced Dawn and Stacy warmly. The Texas girls were reunited. Dawn said, "I have been given the task of introducing the basic rules for slaves to new arrivals who speak English. This is more of a ceremony than a necessity for most and is a joke as to all of you. Also, there is a notebook in your apartment that supplies mundane details and a computer on which you can learn who you are entertaining each day and any special requests or directions. "Because you are pain slaves, things are a bit different for you but the basic idea is the same. Hold nothing back. There is no reason to do so. If you ever harbored any feelings of prudery or chastity, that's over. I know in Crystal's case that any such feelings were gone many years ago. Also, the Lottery will never allow you to be hurt or to become so exhausted that you can't give and receive pleasure at the highest level. Don't fake either pleasure or pain. Without judging the women who are in a position that they have to fake, that's not what the BLC's customers are paying for. "Remember that the sexiest part of you is your brain. Use it and have fun. Almost all of the customers and the BLC want you to have fun. You are sex slaves but you are also beautiful, intelligent, healthy and well cared for women. She opened some champagne and we had really tasty little sandwiches. The trip, ceremony and lunch completed, Crystal, Chiara and I greeted the first of the men at the resort there to screw us. FAUX CAREER DEVELOPMENTS AND REAL CAREER DEVELOPMENTS Svetlana, although she'd said she avoided the Resort, visited every week or so after Crystal, Chiara and I were there. The first such visit, only five days after we were placed in the Resort, Svetlana reinforced the message Dawn had given on needing to keep up my brain. In fact, she brought Chiara, Crystal and I a bunch of books on various subjects. She told me directly, "The BLC insists you keep up with the news and read a wide variety of literature. Sorry, Laurel if you were planning to become a dumb cow. Lovely as you are, much of your attraction is that you are so educated and smart. To keep up you're attractiveness, you are expected to exercise your mind as much as your abs." Afterwards, she asked me about some problems of international business law relating not directly to the BLC but to Bolry's pipeline contracts. After a later visit in which we'd again discussed law and trade more than sex, she smiled knowingly and said suggestively, "I always want your advice because I know you know how to protect the BLC while protecting yourself. I appreciate that perhaps more than I should." I suspected she had learned about some things I had done but not intended to disclose quite yet. Of course, most of my waking hours were spent in bondage, physical pain and sex. I enjoyed almost all the sex. The rough sex always got me off. My body was ready for that sort of pounding and parts of me craved it. No matter how many times it had been done before, pinching my nipples, got me wet and I never got tired of cock in my pussy. That hole just wants to be full. The bondage and pain could be fun for me but often was painful in ways I did not enjoy. Worst were the guys (and a woman or two) who would tie me up or otherwise put me in bondage and go away for a half hour or so. If they wanted to take a walk on the beach and did not want me to be with them, no problem, but wasn't it just mean to leave me tied to the bed wondering when they would come back and when I could use a toilet? Slave security kept a pretty close watch on what was happening to all of us. They had us under constant surveillance if they thought there was any danger of physical injury. Being bored for hours or having an uncomfortably full bladder did not qualify, though, as a situation for Slave Security to intervene. After two months of slavery at the Resort providing sex and other entertainment about 10 hours a day, six days a week, I had pretty much fallen into a routine. Get up and say goodbye to last night's customer after breakfast, exercise while reading and working on Russian or BLC business, walk on the beach, lunch, read who that day's customer would be, pretty myself up, meet customer and fuck, have dinner with the customer and fuck, fuck, fuck. One day, however, Ferguson, Mann, Anderson and Svetlana arrived at the Resort in a limo with Svetlana's normal heavily armed motorcade. Ferguson met me in the elegant lobby the BLC had added to the Resort recently to tell me that he had good news. I had made a full partner and was the head of the Bolry office that consisted of Chiara, Jacobs, and me. "To what do I owe this promotion and what does it mean under these circumstances?" I asked. "To answer your first question," he said, "Svetlana thinks that you should keep doing legal work even if it reduces the amount that they can work you in other ways. It seems there are some problems she does not trust us to manage without you. Of course, you are a sex slave not a lawyer slave so you don't have to do legal work if you really don't want the diversion. I think you will want the diversion, although I have been told your sexual appetite and stamina are even larger than I thought. "The firm continues to get a lot of business from Bolry and wants to maintain a presence here. It's generally agreed that all your work in Bolry has been brilliant, including your legal work." Fergusson became exercised and added, "By the way, I know it was not an accident that you worked so hard down to the last minute and came to understand the details of the operations of the BLC better than perhaps even Svetlana. We are only beginning to discover what you were up to in the last six weeks before you became a slave. I fear that listing yourself as the sole transfer agent on many millions of dollars of bonds only begins to scratch the surface. As you are undoubtedly aware, it will be a pain in the ass to transfer the bonds without your presence in New York." Feigning wounded innocence, I said, "It's normal to list a firm member, even a non-equity member, as a transfer agent. The fact that I was the only person listed was an oversight. If I'm dead or incompetent, a court can transfer the bonds, but you will have to prove that I am unable to sign the transfer papers." "It was an oversight, alright, but not an oversight by you." Fergusson said. "Well, maybe," I replied, "you would have had fewer oversights if your attention had been less focused on my tits and those of the other Lottery participants, you'd had competent associates with you, instead of Jacobs and Redman, and you'd not had Mann working on things he knows little about." Calming down a bit, Fergusson took a somewhat bemused tone in saying, "It may be that I was distracted. I must admit that my initial reaction on learning of the bonds was to suggest to Svetlana that you be taken back to the Bolrian Security Police. But, particularly as she does not care if the firm, Walker, me, and others can transfer BLC bonds easily, Svetlana thought your trick was just hilarious. She volunteered that the only way that the BSP would become involved in the matter is if someone harmed or threatened to harm BLC property, to wit you, in order to facilitate moving the bonds. She also suggested that it was only to be expected that you would take some steps to gain some leverage and lessen the risk that your sponsors would fail to protect your interests given how mean we had been to you. "Anyway, the final reason you made partner is the problem that Mann pointed out on the flight on the way home. While you and Chiara don't have friends or family who would seriously come looking for you and the State Department has long known about the Lottery, there are several hundred firm employees who might ask questions about how it came about that six firm lawyers went to Eastern Europe but only four came back. "We've told everyone that, with special permission from the firm, you and Chiara decided to take a long trip to China and India after all your hard work. That explanation will only work for so long. "So, making you a partner is the best solution to a variety of complexities. As to what your partnership means, we have to pay you like a partner to maintain appearances and pay taxes on your earnings. Fortunately, having cleared $2 million with your lottery winnings, we won't be out of pocket for a while. We made about 700K off Chiara. You should have a healthy bank balance if you get out of slavery since you won't be spending anything in the meantime. It's not clear what to do with your condo. We're thinking of keeping it for people to use when they visit the firm in New York, including you when you visit. Selling it with you in Bolrey will be a problem, as you probably knew would be the case when you left New York after putting the condo in a trust that requires you to appear in person unless there is proof of your death or incompetence. "So, you are the head of the Bolry office, making well into six figures. You will be amused, perhaps, to learn that your new subordinate, Mr. Jacobs, is practically a sex slave except that he can stay in the Capital, 'man' the office, and check mail etc. A couple weeks after lording over you at your slave debut, Jacobs more or less lost his balls playing poker with Svetlana and a couple guys from the BSP. They were quite willing to accept his pledge of sex slavery in lieu of them collecting money Jacobs did not have using the usual BSP methods. Who would have thought that he would turn out to be such a submissive? Svetlana got plenty of pictures of Jacobs with the ponytail lube applicator up his ass before she pegged him ruthlessly. She said it was in your honor and sent all the pictures to the firm members to whom he'd sent pictures of you. She's really quite loyal in strange ways to her favorites all of whom resemble her in important respects. "You will have to come back to New York every once in a while for firm meetings to make everything look legitimate. We will have you do legal work while you are in New York. The Club on Long Island is really eager to see you. Walker says he plans to fund a big, big party in Texas that would include you, Crystal, Dawn and Stacy and other sex slaves. Software billionaires sure can throw lot of money around. " While I was taking all that in, wondering how I would feel wearing a business suit again and beginning to think of the possibilities the situation offered, Ferguson concluded, "Mann and I are paying the BLC full freight to avail ourselves of you and Chiara the next two days, so where do we go to have sex around here." I don't know if I hated the guy enough at that moment to do another true hate fuck, but I soon got in the mood. He was rougher than he had ever been before. A few times I felt like a racehorse being urged to the finish line. I got blood under my fingernails. Maybe he was on some male enhancement thing, but he performed like a stallion with little rest over the next 24 hours. I knew he was still mad about me using the old Robert Moses trick with the bonds and the condo trust. Not in anger but for amusement, Mann slapped me around, fondled me and screwed me for about 15 hours straight. He said it was a good thing I had lost when I did. He had grown terribly attached to me. How sweet. It would have been more romantic overall had he not immediately put clips on my nipples and gone over me top to bottom with a riding crop before slamming me over a padded rail and reaming my ass. Removal of the nipple clamps, as always, hurt like hell. After a brief rest, Mann grew tender, told me how beautiful I was, said that he really loved me and that he would never leave me. I said that was a silly thing to say now. He said if I was fishing for information (I was), I would not get it from him but that I should use my brains as well as my boobs. "But I think you've never stopped scheming. You're just taking a forced vacation from 60 hour per week legal work while fucking up a storm." That was not true. Anyway, I put on my best poker face until we made love again, this time with him wooing me like a faithful lover. I realized then that Mann did love me. I would have loved him if he did not aid and abet bastards like Fergusson and Walker. I did get away to meet Svetlana for brunch along with Crystal, Dawn, and Stacy while Ferguson bent Anderson's ear about another deal. After hearing my news of the firm's plans (without mentioning the bonds etc.), Svetlana said, "You see, Laurel, I told you that you would continue to have a life and it seems we can't even eradicate large parts of your past life with the firm." I thought about making a crack about a servant with two masters but realized that that was not an apt analogy. My master was the BLC. While I had learned a lot of Russian while doing my exercises and would be doing some legal work and pretending to be a partner, my main role was providing amusement and sex for very rich men and those they chose to treat. That I had learned how to enjoy being a sex slave proved that the BLC is skillful in choosing to whom to offer money. Further, that I had deliberately made myself useful to the BLC in more ways than through sex was starting to pay some dividends I also got Chiara to help me in advising the BLC how to do its business in a way that was as legal as possible. Svetlana quickly picked up that I was also trying to shape arrangements in a way that was as likely to be good for slaves and BLC staff as possible. She generally went along with it. "There is no reason not to shape things in ways that help slaves get first class seats in planes or helps housecleaning staff to qualify for retirement plans, clear customs and receive healthcare where they live if it does not cost the BLC much money," she said. Mann was right that I was still scheming. I was scheming mainly to make myself valuable to the BLC and help people. I was only devious as to the fucking law firm and a few bastards. GROSS IMPOSITIONS AND EXPLOITATION Crystal had really bizarre news to relate at the brunch. "Anderson decided we are having a child. I said that the BLC had already frozen eggs and there were plenty of women who could carry the child as surrogates. Anderson said that he had decided that I am going to Paris where he is going to impregnate me the old fashioned way. I will finish my MBA before having the child. He said I should try out the pain that normal women experience and see how tough I really am. This will also involve supplying milk for six months or so. When I pointed out that taking me out of commission as a slave so long would probably cost him millions, he said that his stock portfolio varied more than that in value every hour. I don't suppose you can talk him out of this Svetlana?" Dawn, who had been forced to have a child the old fashioned way because it amused Crystal at the time, thought this very funny. Svetlana said, "If Anderson is willing to pay the full cost of having you away for almost a year and add a substantial profit for the BLC on top, why in the world should I try to talk him out of it? The BLC makes a bundle. In fact, I rather agree that a brat like you should learn a bit more about ordinary life. Come to think of it, I have wanted to make a movie of the whole reproductive process to see how that sells. I'm sure I can talk him into it. Crystal, your impregnation, pregnancy preparation, delivery and lactation will be broadcast. He'll probably let us book you for some normal jobs while you are pregnant. We can start you gently on sex again maybe four weeks after the birth. The lactation after the childbirth won't interfere with sex. I'm sure I can market that. He can't take you to Paris to knock you up for a couple months, though, as we've already booked you for that period." I think Crystal became intrigued with the idea. "As long as I don't have to raise the little monster. I guess Anderson has Trudie for that." "Exactly," Svetlana replied, "the BLC would not allow you out of slavery for childcare." I immediately saw implications of Crystal's pregnancy for me particularly after I noticed that the BLC, without explaining anything to me, had changed the drugs I was to take. Smelling something was up, I asked Sofia about it. I said that it was not good business for me to carry a child as it took me out of action as a sex slave and imposed an unnecessary psychological cost on me. "Now you're just being a baby, Laurel, we make sure that anyone who wants a slave to carry the child pays much more than we would get for the couple months it takes the slave out sex work. I don't think you want to know how we recruit the surrogates we use for the fertilized eggs you don't carry. I will say that it is for them the best nine months of medical care that they will ever receive." I speculate that I was forced to carry Fergusson's child in part due to Crystal's scheming to have company or because Svetlana thought I needed a sabbatical from the usual slave routine even if much of the sabbatical was spent wallowing around like a beached manatee. I don't know. Ferguson had married Ms. Hochwasser, a litigator in the firm that was a mere nine years younger than him. Anderson had started a trend in their set of older men marrying women who were something close to their age in years (and far more mature than them emotionally). I know Hochwasser was one of those who swung both ways at Club parties. The planned Walker party was put off indefinitely until Crystal could fully participate. At a party held in New York only a week after Crystal left for Paris, Ferguson and Hochwasser (she kept her name, of course) announced to me along with everyone else present that I was already off birth control and would be staying in New York for a few months to see if Ferguson could knock me up the normal way before they resorted to the fancy stuff. "It's so convenient, we can have you stay in your condo and you can do some legal work during the day, which will help defray the cost of having you in New York so long." I was horrified but not surprised. On the way back to my condo with Fergusson and Hochwasser, I asked Fergusson why he hated me so much that he wanted to put me through such a pregnancy. "You know, a few years ago, I would have been thrilled to marry you and have children with you. But you wanted me as a little plaything on the side. " "I don't hate you at all. I think you are beautiful and very capable. I just want to use you. It is because you are so beautiful and smart that I want to exploit you. I fantasized for years about more than having a little plaything on the side. My fantasy was much more evil than that. I thought of being a king with a queen and legal heirs and a beautiful mistress with bastards. I cannot realize that fantasy even now. I'm not Louis XIV, but this is as close as I can come. Yes, I am an amoral asshole. So what?" The 150th Slave Pt. 08: Alternative Ending Turning to Hochwasser, I asked how, as a woman, she could put me through this and did not this weird lust of her husband upset her? Her response was anything but sympathetic, "Laurel, I never liked the way you played around with the partners at the firm to get ahead. Josef intends to involve me completely in his fantasy. I have made up my own fantasy about being Ayn Rand. I think it is fun. Don't try guilt tripping me. You played around and lost. And don't tell me what I should feel as a woman. You don't know anything about how I feel." It was surrealistic. For months I worked during the day at the office on bankruptcy, M&A and tax business before meeting Fergusson and Hochwasster at my condo. Every day, seconds after we got into my condo, I was nude and Hochwasser had her very practiced tongue working around my clitoris while her index finger worked my G-spot. After I inevitably came hard whether I liked the idea or not, Fergusson started fucking me for keeps in my own damn bed with Hochwasser soon to have her cunt in my mouth. I felt like the most subjugated person in the world. My womb, my mouth, my life were all being sacrificed for the pleasure and ego gratification of people I did not like. But the sickest thing is that I enjoyed it in some way. Some part of my brain wanted me to be like one of those religious people who reenacts the passion of some martyr and finds ecstasy in sackcloth, thorns and flagellation. It did not hurt that Fergusson had had years of learning how to get me off. So, during these sessions my contractions were working to pull his seed where it could do the most damage with cameras recording everything but the faces of Fergusson and Hochwasser. Except for a few nice dinners, I was hardly anywhere in New York but at my desk at the firm and on my belly or back in my condo. Fergusson could not chain me to the desk during the day, though, or keep me away from money that was mine in the view of the normal people at the firm. I was able to go out a few times for a walk and to do some personal business. Some underwriters had to be bribed with sex, money or both and I invented some interesting tailored notice clauses. I guess I should have been pleased that Fergusson and Hochwasser were working to make my impregnation fun for anyone. Except for the fact that the whole thing was horrid, the sex was intensely good. Often there were even foursomes with a special guest penetrating my ass while Fergusson placed his sperm in my vagina and I pleasured Hochwasser. Walker was the special guest twice. Others I did not know. Ferguson said that Svetlana had agreed to it all and even gave them a discount (lawyers aren't as rich as computer billionaires even when they are as big of assholes) as long as she could schedule men to have anal sex with me during the impregnation period, work me gingerly during my pregnancy, and film the whole thing. Fergusson also hinted that some other deals had been made even before the Lotteries of Submission that resulted in me becoming a pain slave. Anyway, Mother Nature did her work without anything artificial to my knowledge. Immediately, I was flown back to Bolry to work as a full sex slave as soon as they determined I was pregnant. Back in Bolry, three months pregnant and having spent much of the flights back throwing up, Svetlana (and her bodyguards) met me at the airport and took me to dinner at the Hotel. Later, she brought me up to her room to provide lip service. After I thought I had greatly pleased her patiently building up between her labia with light little butterfly wings while working inside on her G-spot with my fingers, I asked Svetlana not to go through with taking the baby from me. "Don't you see how cruel it is to have me carry my own child and take the child from me? Will the BLC never let me raise a child of my own?" I said before beginning to sob. "Yes, I understand very well that it is cruel, but I do not understand why you think the BLC should care," Svetlana replied. "I also understand that you are not like many of the other sex slaves who don't care about children but you should have thought of that before you signed up for the lotteries." She also gave me a history lesson, explaining that if the separation upset me, I should just remember that for centuries European noblewomen did not take care of their children. "You should think of yourself as royalty. You will be pleased to hear, though, that we are not planning on you having as many pregnancies as Maria Theresa, Alexandra Romanov, or Queen Anne, and all of your children should be healthy." She paused for breath. I said, "Svetlana, you know that lecture was crap. I won't feel like royalty. I'll feel like a 16-year old who got knocked up by her 17-year old boyfriend and has to have the child because an abortion was too expensive, has to put the child up for adoption, and spends the rest of her life wondering what happened to her child. Unlike the 16 year old, I will not have 25 years to have another child I can raise. For the first time since I met you, I think you are being deliberately cruel." I felt like crying and begging but instead I grabbed a bathrobe belt that was nearby in the room, probably left by Boltzin or one of Svetlana's other playthings. I remembered something I had learned as a kid in summer camp. Almost mocking my pain, she prattled on, "We think we can maximize profits if we have you have a child about every 20 months. So, not counting the ones from the harvested eggs and assuming there are no twins, you should have 4 to 6 children in your future; more later if we use your fertilized eggs to impregnate you in your late 40s and into your 50s. Don't worry about maintaining your figure. We are going to work you relentlessly after every birth with belly dancing, sex and other exercises combined with scientifically controlled diets so you will be hotter than Victoria Beckham when you reach my age." She saw then the hangman's knot I had tied with the bathrobe belt and tossed around my neck. She paused. She looked off in the distance for about 10 seconds. She said, "I sometimes forget that that 'do unto others as was done unto you' is neither the golden rule nor necessarily good business. Regarding your future, we don't know the future and even the circumstances in which things occur can make a big difference in life. You know we will be hard on you, but never make it better for you to end your life. In fact, you know that we will never make your life so bad that you can't perform well in bed and that I value your help in Bolry as a counselor." Svetlana paused again, smiled, and added, "I appreciate your interrogation technique. The BLC could learn a lot from you although I doubt any of the bastards who work there could ever acquire the subtlety necessary to do cunnilingus nearly so well. " I knew I could not move her or get any more information then. I cried much of that night. I wasn't acting. I would have cried and cried even if I had not known that Svetlana had someone watching me on surveillance cameras all night to make sure I did not do something rash with towels or sheets. Next, there were months of sex slavery in Bolry with customers who'd been told to be more gentle with the expectant mother than they normally are with pain slaves. All four of my sponsors visited me during the last six months of my pregnancy. The sponsors are supposed to introduce the potential slave to the BLC and assure the BLC that she would make a good slave. They are also supposed to make sure that the BLC does not do anything to the slave that was not part of the deal. Some sponsors take the second role more seriously than others. Mann visited when I was barely showing. We had a very nice time. I asked him why Hochwasser hated me. He suggested that she was mad that I'd gone to bed with other partners but not with her. He also mentioned that when she was young she'd had children taken away from her and awarded to her ex-husband because she had moved in with a girlfriend. "And so she takes it out on me? I have to make the babies she did not get to raise?" I said. Mann said that he doubted she had thought it out that way but the mind and emotions take very strange routes to resolve pain and seek happiness. Mann's visit ended on a sad note. Fred said that he would not be visiting again until after I'd have the child. "I know it's silly, but I really don't want to see you obviously carrying another man's child. I hate myself for helping to put you in this position." I did not know how I felt about his feelings under these circumstances. Fergusson met me in the Capital after spending days with Bolry government and BLC officials. He mainly talked to me about contracts, taxes and secured transaction arrangements. Svetlana was present for part of that meeting as were Jacobs, and a few BLC officials. I was a good sport and helped as much as I could although I felt like just vomiting on Fergusson at that point. Svetlana said she appreciated my willingness to continue to review and correct the firm's work, a comment that Fergusson did not appreciate at all. So some small revenge was mine. It was the first time I had been clothed in Bolry for a long while. I had not expected to see the third of my sponsors, Walker. He was in Bolry to mess with other women. He really liked to abuse the German engineer, Lena, who had become a slave not long after me. He abused her both physically and by spouting his right-wing politics at her. When I saw Lena near the pool once, she sobbed that she would have been pleased to have beaten twice as much if only he had not tortured her with all the anti-poor, chauvinist, racist Quatsch during the beating. Anyway, Walker visited me to say that he was pleased that Fergusson and Hochwasser would be happy. He also said that he had seen Crystal in Paris who was about as far along in her pregnancy as I was in mine. She was doing well both in her pregnancy and her MBA projects. "That crazy banshee seems able to deal with about anything except for kindness, which is not a problem for me." The preggo porn that they had me do with customers (faces hidden) and BLC staff did not hurt. I guess it should not have bothered me given everything else I had been put through but I did not feel like sex in the last months. Also, although I had long since lost any sense of modesty, having sex in front of numerous cameramen and the nurses that Sofia insisted be present to assure that the Fergusson/Hochwasser baby and the BLC's slave were not harmed, was a bit of a turn off. Childbirth hurts like hell. It's like the worst menstrual cramp ever. Crystal even agrees with that. I cannot imagine how women are talked into having over a dozen children. Maybe, I thought, like anal sex, it hurts at first but gets better after you learn to relax. Maybe, many women don't get a choice. At the Resort, we get great pre-natal preparation and obstetrical care but C-Sections are to be used only in the case of an emergency and anesthesia only if we need a C-Section. Sometimes I hate being a woman until I consider the alternatives. The last of my sponsors had flown out to Bolry a few days before the due date. Ms Gentile was there for the birth and stayed at the Resort for the first couple weeks of the post-partum period. She did provide some comfort, assured me that things would get better and told me that a few people at the firm and the Long Island Club who knew of the situation thought that Fergusson and Hochwasser were taking the Laurel abuse campaign too far. She mentioned that while she was there, Mann was calling about twice a day to see how I was doing. The worst day of my life was the day they took the baby away. They said that for health reasons and to help Hochwasser take over breastfeeding, I had to nurse the little girl for almost a week. If I had chosen to put up the child for adoption, I would have changed my mind. But I had never had a choice. I went into a profound depression. Svetlana did not come close to the Resort during the four weeks after the separation. On the other hand, as mentioned, Ms. Gentile stayed at the Resort for weeks and Sofia hardly left my side even when I slept. When Sofia had to sleep, another assistant was with me. About the second week of the post-partum period, I learned that Sofia had decided that providing physical pleasure to slaves was sometimes a good way to maintain their health especially if the slave reciprocated. I almost resented it when I came out of my depression. Svetlana was right. I could live on hope. I was too healthy in many ways to let even a very bad experience lead me to despair. My libido returned completely after about four weeks, which conveniently for the BLC was as soon as they would have put me back to work as a slave anyway. Ferguson and his non-trophy wife were very happy with their child I had at the hospital in the Resort. Publicly they claimed they "rescued" the poor thing born during conflicts in Eastern Europe. Later, whenever I was back in New York on firm business, Ferguson and Hochwasser had sex again in my fucking condo with the poor east European child's biological mother. I hate it, and enjoy it, and hate that I enjoy it. I have watched neither the movie made of my pregnancy nor that made of Crystal's. I don't feel sorry for myself for most of what has happened to me but I felt that, while Crystal had it coming, the nine months of pregnancy and the separation imposed on me was very harsh. I admit Svetlana is correct that the risk was fully disclosed. She is also right that I am inclined to self-pity. But the fact I am prone to self-pity does not mean that I should never be pitied. I understand the BLC showed a profit from the movie but not so large a one that Svetlana is eager to continue with the idea of "reproduction porn." Because the BLC did make a lot of money off of the sex and the child, it was clear I could expect more reproductive sex over the next few years as well as continued egg donation. Svetlana insists that I must not think of myself as a cow and goes out of her way to say that one of the main reasons that I am so good as a BDSM sub, as a sex partner and as a breeder is my intelligence. "Rich, egotistical men don't want to exploit dumb cows, they want to exploit beautiful, brilliant women." Lactation became another issue. I continued to produce milk. Most of it was frozen and flown west. That seemed natural to me and I did not mind. Of course, it did not matter what I minded. I am a sex slave. The BLC decided to take the nipple piercings out of women who were over 3 months pregnant or mothers. I had never been pierced but all the women who had carried children were decorated with little silver platinum necklaces with a little 'B" on it, either for "Bolry" or "breeder." I guess the nipple piercings were not bad for lactation but it was thought that lactating nipples were quite lovely enough without jewelry and mothers should have some different decoration than other pain slaves. It did initially gross me out when some customers started milking me for fun by binding my breasts, stimulating, and squeezing them. Sofia even let a bunch of people milk Crystal and me at a post-lottery party to the amusement of many, including Leslie who happened to be in Bolry for a project. Leslie filmed the whole thing and said several women at the firm would have fun seeing that my "big udders" were finally being put to a good use. Naturally, the BLC filmed lactation scenes with my breasts bound and spraying, generally while a guy was spraying a different liquid in my vagina. Some customers even sucked milk from me. I found that really perverted at first but came to sort of enjoy it. So, the lactation felt ok but it was hard to feel like a princess while being used as a wet nurse. Svetlana said we should be happy about the ongoing lactation because it would lessen the chance of pregnancy, although it is far from foolproof. The pumping ended and I was put back on birth control after about six months. THE LOTTERY WENT ON As it happened, the BLC got a large number of pain slaves over the two years after I became a slave. I did not follow how it all happened but a lot of the women I have mentioned above just kept taking high risks until they lost. Some of the women who lost in some sense must have wanted to be pain slaves. Others fell victim to something almost the opposite of the Gambler's fallacy. The Gambler's Fallacy is that, if you've had a run of bad luck, you are "due" to win. No, you have the same odds as before, only less money. What I will call the "Bolrian Lottery fallacy" is the idea that some women have that if they have participated often and not lost, the Lottery Machine must like them or they are invincible. Margaret, after surviving the "Lotteries of Submission," could hardly wait to sign up again, always doing so at the highest possible level of risk. She couldn't have needed the money. The third time she signed up to start in the topless round as a potential pain slave, she lost. When she arrived at the Resort, she acted like she was Margaret Meade studying a tribe in Samoa. I'm sure she realized that, unlike Meade, she could not come home from Samoa when her research was done. Maybe she thought that studying the Bolrian sex slave culture was her life's work that she could have her research published when she was 60. Lena basically volunteered to become a pain slave at the reception after Margaret lost. She has done a lot of breeding ever since although she says that she is concerned that the planet is already overpopulated. Being tall, blond and German, she should have expected that right wing billionaires would try to use her to propagate the master race. Walker insisted on her having his child just to add to the "Aryan" population on the planet and insisted on her carrying the child just to let her know her place as a "Fotze" (= cunt). That's what he told her. I think he is such a bastard that he exaggerated what a bigot he is just to make Lena feel worse. I don't know if there is a word for making yourself out as worse than you are in some respect just to make someone else feel worse, but, if there is such a word, it should not be a very nice one. The fathers of other of Lena's children have been even less in tune with Lena's worldviews than Walker. Lena has tried to get Svetlana to accept her overpopulation concerns. Svetlana answers that it is because so many German women have attitudes like hers that the Germans are dying out. Svetlana adds sometimes that thinking Lena's has worked against her philosophies. "Just what did you smart western women think would happen when you decided to leave most of the world's childbirth and child rearing up to uneducated, poor or socially conservative women." When feeling annoyed, Svetlana adds that the earth is far from overpopulated with children from beautiful highly intelligent women that billionaires are willing to pay millions to impregnate and that when she wants Lena's views on world problems she will ask for them. When feeling kinder, Svetlana tells Lena that she is helping childless couples and developing feelings of solidarity with the billions of woman. Sofia, the slaves' friend, always reinforces the kinder message and tells Lena that to spite Walker they placed his son in a home where he'd be brought up by liberal Democrats. I don't know if that was true or something Sofia made up. Lumila, the last of the Dimitry gang who wasn't dead or a sex slave, turned herself in a few months after I became a slave after having negotiated a deal with Svetlana. She was miserable in Bolry. The Pacific resort was an improvement. Paula and Matilda kept taking crazy chances until they lost even though they did not need the money by the time they lost. Actually, Matilda never needed the money. The 150th Slave Pt. 08: Alternative Ending Madison lost after trying to live off lottery winnings for a year without doing any legitimate work. She particularly attracts guys who always fantasized about humiliating and screwing the high school cheerleader who would not give them the time of day when they were 17. It seems that about half the time we see her she is wearing some part of a cheerleading outfit. She says she can jump and do splits now better than she could in high school. We are not exactly friends, but I don't think she hates me anymore. The Almighty quit protecting Ashley after she had taken a one in twelve risk about 30 times. Another woman in the congregation also went down before the word got out that a woman who went with the Rev. Jeremiah on missionary work to Eastern Europe might become so full of grace that she never returned. The Rev. Jeremiah went to prison for tax evasion. Ashley's husband moved away and married a Catholic after getting a quicky Bolrian divorce of questionable legality in the Volunteer State. With her sponsors out of the picture, Ashley had no one to keep the BLC from taking advantage of her but the BLC did not do that. "The sponsors are really just to make the women feel more comfortable in participating. We keep our deals," Svetlana said. "First, because we have our principles even if they are unique in some ways. More importantly, the whole BLC system would break down if we did not keep our bargains. Our customers talk to each other. Once the word got out that a woman had been abused in a way to which she had not agreed when she agreed to participate in the Lottery, we'd quickly find it impossible to find participants of the quality we must have." The BLC decided that Ashley would do a lot of breeding. They did not have to but they went out of their way to find rich Christian fundamentalists, eager to bring a quiverfull into the world, who would pay to father children with Ashley. Although I am sure she would never admit it, I think that gave Ashley exactly what she wanted in life. She could serve God part of the time, while most of the time being a BDSM submissive and screwing like crazy. She'd long ago quit pretending not to like sex although she never admitted she was as lusty a babe as the rest of us. She just was. The BLC also acquired pain slaves from Cuba, Haiti, Kenya and Tahiti. The BLC had decided that it needed to create a more diverse collection of pain slaves and began offering a lot of money to women of color to take the risk. I guess affirmative action is constitutional in Bolry. Many normal sex slaves from all over the world were also acquired for both the Bolry and the Pacific resorts through the Lottery. Kat was the craziest of us all. She proved it by marrying Zorski knowing that it was practically the equivalent of marrying the Bolrian Security Police. Zorski's prior wife had become a sex slave a few weeks before after having participated in the lottery many times, reportedly because she thought being at the Resort would be easier than being married to Zorski. Kat regularly entertains whole shifts at the BLC headquarters. Reportedly, Zorski is protective of his wife and has made clear that anyone who seriously hurts Kat or leaves a mark on her can expect to suffer a very painful and fatal accident. Svetlana says that having Kat there so much has softened the BSP a little. Some of the thugs, having the experience of a cooperative woman, are a little less eager to kill and maim women who don't want to be there. "I'm told well over half of the women taken into custody by the BSP now survive and a substantial portion of them go on to lead reasonably normal lives," Svetlana said. TWO MORE PARTS AND A PREQUEL TO COME The 150th Slave Pt. 09: Alternative Ending Alternative Ending - Part Nine - It is five years after I became the 150th slave. Now in my late 30s my circumstances have changed a great deal over time. Much of what has happened has been fun and good. Much is pretty grim. ON BEING A BOLRIAN SEX SLAVE I will admit that I may have focused on too much on myself before I became a slave. Some readers may feel I suffered a terrible fate and others that I got off easy. Addressing the former first, no, my fate is not terrible. Svetlana and others are quick to point out that my sufferings are not comparable to those of many others or maybe even to those of an ordinary woman living in poverty in much of the world. I played and lost. The result was loss of freedom, pain, and humiliation. But something in my head craved pain, humiliation and submission within certain limits. The BLC has taken me past those limits but has been very careful not to cause me to suffer so much that I cannot handle it. It allows me fun, intellectual stimulation, luxury and comfort to prevent despair and long term depression. I'm happier than I was most of the time before I became a sex slave. For that matter, I have not even left the lawfirm and only about 15 percent of the firm's partners and 5 % of the staff know that I've been available to have hot wax dripped on my breasts, electro-shocks administered to my pussy and triple penetration. I have to have a lot of sex with people with whom I would not have chosen to go to bed if invited to do so at a Manhattan pick up bar. My choices in the bars, though, were not always so great. A lot of the sex I have had as a slave has been super. I have gotten good at pleasing myself while pleasing others. Practice makes perfect. A number of the slaves admit that they are probably better off where they are. Crystal has said that despite how it may have looked, she did not set out to become a sex slave. "I wanted to flirt with danger forever without falling. I knew what losing would look like. Obviously some part of me thought it was ok, even though I realized that it might lead me to giving pleasure to a lot of jerks. Most of the sex work gives me pleasure. I am tired of apologizing to the world and myself for being the way I am. Becoming a sex slave is healthier than many things I did in Texas and Mexico." It gripes me sometimes that Ferguson, Walker and Anderson seem to have gotten what they wanted despite being such bastards and they got what they wanted at our expense. Crystal tells me to grow up. "Life isn't Hollywood or Bollywood. The bad guys often win. And, anyway, except for Walker who just wants to abuse and fuck, they did not get what they wanted. Ferguson and Anderson wanted beautiful, smart women who would worship them. What they got is beautiful, smart, women that they can rent for a great night for a handsome fee." To those who think I got off easy, I would ask you to imagine having your lovers scheduled by a corporation seeking to maximize profits. I still cannot get over looking at my brand in the mirror and knowing that I don't belong to me. It may sound funny but one of the restrictions I hate the worst is that I constantly have to keep up my health and beauty. The exercise is not so bad but at the resort I am given exactly the right number of calories to eat. I am required to clean my plate. I can't have seconds, ever. I'd so like to get smashed sometime or do a few lines of coke. Nothing like that is allowed to the slaves at the Resort. A little wine is allowed for celebrations or to have with a visitor, but that's it. Even when away, I am required to watch my diet and to resist efforts by customers to get me drunk or high. I won't say that those rules are followed 100%, but customers are told that causing a slave to eat or drink too much or take any drug is a form of damaging the property that the BLC will not tolerate. The frequent medical tests and interviews after every trip assure that I am going to stay fit as a fiddle, firm and soft in just the right amounts whether I want to or not. The pain slave aspect has been very hard on many days. In addition to people who want to take pleasure in hurting me, the BLC has taken contracts for us to serve as artwork or extras in plays or movies. I had to lie naked in a very uncomfortable and exposed position on stage as a "dead" body for 20 minutes after being raped and murdered in one theatrical production. Two actors engaged in a dialog over fate and death while waiting for the police to arrive to photograph and remove the body. Extending the sick fun further, I was used for sex acts at the cast party with instructions to act as dead as possible. In the end, I was told to come back to life so I could perform fellatio on a few actors. In a fancy art studio in Milan, I was placed face up on a large, heavy piece of glass. Another piece of clear glass was lowered down onto me suspended from the ceiling so that it just barely pressed my breasts. There was a hole in the upper plate of glass for my head and a carnation was stuck between my teeth as a table decoration. People had dinner on the glass plate above me for a half hour or so. Although there was no weight on me, it was horrible barely being able to move so long. It helped only a little bit that Sofia was one of the guests, there mainly to make sure that the equipment suspending the glass was secure. This dinner was for an avant-garde movie symbolically showing the bourgeois oppressing the people. The director did not see or did not care that the filming of the movie was oppressing me. Maybe he knew my past and thought I deserved it. Maybe I did deserve it in some sense but I think it went too far. But again, my opinion on how I should be treated has never counted for much unless Sofia or someone else in BLC management decides their property is at risk of injury. Sometimes the torture sessions were so severe that I almost hoped that Sofia and her staff would let them kill me. I never felt that way for more than a few seconds, though. I love life. The pain and humiliation can be good. It can be way beyond what I like. Then the yo-yo is pulled back. After a session I can barely stand, they treat me like a princess. Svetlana is always full of praise for my looks and brains when I see her and even suggests that I might replace her as president of the BLC someday. Sofia is constantly reassuring. She says that she is sometimes unsure whether we are the slaves or she is. Despite some nasty scars, Sofia is an attractive woman. Sofia says that she wishes she had been a little more attractive so that she could have been in the lottery. Sometimes I believe her. Irina's analogy at the party two years or so ago was pretty much right. The BLC needs us to stay as captured princesses. They can't let us be worn down physically or mentally or we become just ordinary humans or animals being abused. There isn't enough of a market to make real money off that. You can find a junkie or a puppy to torture for a lot less than 20K per evening. The BLC also can't allow us to become numb to the pain, physical or mental. That requires that the nerves be allowed to grow back and the pride restored so that we can be deprived of those things again for someone's pleasure. We have to be strong so that we can be torn down. The more a woman has been made into a soulless object, the less one can feel powerful in lording over her. There are a lot of paradoxes here. Some of these probably apply to real estate attorneys and PTA mothers in New Jersey as well as sex slaves in Bolry. I will never know. You can only lead one life. Social and economic pressures, my strange inclinations and the Lottery Machine have chosen my life for me. SERVING THE STATE Crystal, Irina, Chiara, and I have become successful in our nominal careers. When we are in New York, we are treated like lawyers. Those who know we are sex slaves are careful not to do anything that could be interpreted as sexual harassment when we are at the office. It is another matter when we are outside the office environment. Our real careers have been to be a sex slave. That is changing over time. Increasingly, I have practiced law and not just for the BLC. Svetlana has always maintained that, as profitable as I am as a slave, the BLC is willing to keep me sharp as a lawyer. I have an quasi-official role in Bolry as a deputy to the Bolrian foreign ministry, a consultant to their legal department and general counsel to the BLC. During the period that the contracts involving the new casino on the sea were developed, I was working more in a seat than in a bed for the first time in years. I have advised the Bolry equivalent of the Department of Justice and I am proud to say that we have improved the Bolry police's handling of rape victims, not including rapes by the BSP, and eliminated torture of ordinary criminals. People thought to be threats to the state naturally still go to the BSP. I have no influence there. Crystal has represented Bolry in various trade missions. The BLC has arranged for her to spend hours in the evening in a prone position after having to spend the day at a negotiating table. Lermanov says she's the only person he has who can understand the petroleum and natural gas futures market and pipeline economics. "If she'd not hedged gas prices with future contracts, we'd really be in trouble." Svetlana says she is a gold mine for the Bolrian Lottery Corporation. Irina has practically become Pyotr Tolski's special foreign affairs representative (double entendre intended). She gets to New York to attend meetings of the United Nations about as much I get to the city. The BLC relishes situations in which they can have Irina, Crystal, Chiara and I representing Bolry in some diplomatic or trade matter during the day and book us for some orgy that night. I initially thought it a sort of questionable move when they scheduled us to be screwing the same guys in the evening with whom we were negotiating during the day, but Lermanov thought it gave Bolry a lot more leverage over the other side than it gave them leverage over Bolry. "Everyone in the world in power knows that Bolry has the greatest brothel operation in the world. Not everyone knows that the guys with whom you are negotiating patronize our brothel. If they are so smitten with your charms during the day that they are willing to pay for your services at night, seems it only helps us." Although we work more with Lermanov, Crystal and I see Pyotr every few months, always with us dressed for government business. He refers to Crystal and me as "the daughters he deserved, but fortunately did not get." He has three daughters who are reportedly very sweet women and girls. He jokes that Irina is the daughter Orsinov deserved and did get. Both Pytor and Lermanov have made at least a show of being concerned about my welfare. I mentioned to them both confidentially in bars or hotel reception rooms after state meetings that I was afraid of what would happen when I grew older. They both nodded sympathetically but I did not kid myself. They are both very good manipulators and nod sympathetically to everyone when the occasion requires appearing sympathetic. Two and half years ago, sitting in the lounge of the new luxury hotel that had been built in the Capital, I met with Svetlana mainly to relax after a long meeting with some visiting textile merchants. Bolry tries to develop many businesses. We saw Bolry could profitably export hand-woven rugs with so many of the traditional rug making centers engaged in civil wars or subject to export restrictions. After joking that rug merchants deserve their reputation for glib salesmanship and sharp dealing, I asked off hand whether the BLC had given any more thought with what it would do with slaves over time. "I mean, Svetlana, do you expect you'll fetch five figures a night by selling my ass when I'm 64?" I joked. Playing her cards less close to the vest than usual, Svetlana said, "Laurel, that is all still a matter for discussion and I'm not going to tell you anything. But you are very smart, do you think you are likely to die a slave in Bolry." "No," I replied, "for two reasons." "Let me guess," Svetlana said, "you think that Bolry could well explode. That's what the CIA thinks. I'm sure you have observed the helicopter pad that slave sponsors insisted be built to get you ladies out quickly if Pyotr, Lermanov, and I are killed or have to flee. Well, I think Pyotr and his friends and sister will run Bolry for decades. It is possible you could get out of slavery if the government collapses but, if the government collapses, I think the sex slaves are most likely to be taken to the Pacific Resort. As you probably figured out, having an escape hatch is a big part of why we expanded there." I had figured that out. "That's not what I was mainly thinking," I said, "I was thinking mainly that the BLC slaves are, to put it bluntly, wasting assets. While you are quite beautiful in your mid 40s and the BLC spends a lot to keep us all attractive, there is no way the BLC is going to be able to charge as much for a 46 year old as a 36 year old. Men are just not intelligent enough to appreciate experience enough to pay for it and overlook the wrinkles and sags. The BLC would be best off if it could move women out before they depreciate and start having increased medical problems. I figure you are making in the ballpark of $6-7 million a year off me and I am worth something like $50 million to the BLC as a sex slave if you work me for 15 years adjusting for present values of a future income stream. If you could move me when my value is starting to decrease, the BLC could free up space at the Resort, reduce potential liabilities and increase cash flow." "Laurel, you are very smart. Someone might even think you thought of the wasting asset problem all along. Someone might even think that maybe you even thought that by being so valuable in ways other than sex from the first minute that you set foot in Bolry and continuing to the present, you had contingency plans. Certainly, you knew and were not bashful about reminding me that a valuable slave can always exert some influence if she is willing to die. Of course, a very valuable and skillful slave need not even threaten to commit suicide. It is enough to show that one might not exercise ones skills to the maximum. A highly valuable slave will have to be allowed much of what she wants in life no matter what the power relationship is on paper. Someone might even think that you suspect your former law firm made some deals in addition to the ones you were told about before you participated." I did harbor such suspicions. "Someone might think you've continued to pull tricks every time you could," Svetlana concluded. No, far from every time. MUCH MORE GRIEF It's was unfortunate Crystal did not like the type of pain that comes from childbirth because Anderson decided it was so much fun the first time that he got Crystal pregnant again. Again, I conceived at about the same time as Crystal. The circumstances of my second impregnation, though, were far worse than Crystal's. Shortly, after giving me the talk about how valuable slaves have power, Svetlana demonstrated the limits of that power by forcing me into a situation that she knew I would hate. She let Sofia break the news. "I don't know a good way to tell you this Laurel, but you, Margaret, Jenny and Sheila are going to northern Canada to be impregnated by a couple billionaire religious cult figures and their sons. It seems they each have multiple wives but they say they want to have children at a faster rate than they are having them without having to bring more woman permanently to their colony on the edge of nowhere. They say they don't believe in artificial anything or anything else that is not in the Bible and they are following Old Testament practices endorsed by God for Abraham and King Solomon. They don't want to risk committing too much inbreeding and want fresh women. I think, though, they are mainly attracted by the idea of forcing Texas trophy wives, an uppity New York lawyer and an Australian rich girl to carry their children. I would not bother trying to talk Svetlana into letting you out of this because they specifically requested you first offering $7 million and around that a package deal of $20 million was negotiated for the four of you. I don't know where they got all that money. It was said that they made a lot off of molybdenum and invested very wisely." While I starred at her in disbelief, Sofia added, "It could have been worse. They wanted to have you have the children in Saskatchewan with their wives acting as midwives but Svetlana put her foot down on that. They will be sending a couple of their wives to attend the births and make sure you don't receive any painkillers or other substances not mentioned in the Bible. Also, I will be up there most of the time. We will never have less than four BLC employees there to make sure you are not injured. As the two billionaires have a total of 14 sons, you should expect that you will be having missionary style sex a half dozen times a day or more until we can prove you are pregnant." After I started crying, Sofia added, "Svetlana insisted also that you be available for consultation on business so there will be a satellite hook up with Bolry to the compound. You won't be able to enjoy it much, but I'm told the scenery, fishing and hunting is great. I'm bringing my bird gun, rod and reel." In the propeller seaplanes flying to the isolated colony, Jenny, Sheila and I felt about as you'd expect. Margaret, though, babbled about how she had always wanted to study one of these cult colonies up close. She could not imagine being able to do this in a safer manner. "It is true that I will have to have a child by some strange, religious figure or one of his sons without even knowing the exact identity of the father, but the only other way I would have had a chance to study this culture up close would have been to marry into the clan. I would had a hard time getting away to write up my research and publish it if I had gone that route." It could have been worse, just barely. The two fathers in their 70s did not want to partake in the sex. They did inspect us all carefully after we got off the plane and called us by Biblical names. Specifically, they called me "Jezebel," which I guess was no worse than "Salome" and "Delilah" which is what they called Jenny and Sheila. They referred to Margaret as Zuleika or Mrs. Potiphar and thought themselves great scholars. The men all had long beards except for the younger men who were just starting to grow them. They put us in a large insolated log cabin and kept us away from their women. Margaret and I, the pain slaves, could see women looking out from the big house while we were attached to pillories and whipped for our sins. Sofia had supplied acceptable whips that would not cut. She and other BLC employees interrupted the beatings whenever the fanatics threatened to damage the property but there was nothing fun about this torture. Some of the sons were puritanical brutes who inseminated us like they were masturbating with a ripe melon. I managed to make emotional contact with the sons who were not too far gine. After treating me badly in front of the others, they would sneak in later alone, apologize for the way we were being treated, ask us to imagine what it was like to grow up like they did, and suggested that if they could figure out to slit how the old men's throats and get away, they would do so. These sons in private made love to us they best they could, having had no experience with sex or any way even to learn what to do other than to watch moose and birds. Several of the underage sons sneaked in just to see us nude. I smiled sweetly and told them that we were not evil spawn of the devil and that they should respect their mothers. The 150th Slave Pt. 09: Alternative Ending I am pretty sure I convinced a few of these guys to get out of the colony as soon as they could. Also, on the sly, Jezebel did manage to have some pleasure with three or four of the sons she'd taught the rudiments of how to make love to a woman. Two or three of them were pretty good by the time I got out of there. Also, of course, Sofia and Margaret provided some physical relief. Sofia insisted that we all get outdoor exercise. There had already been a frost although it was only mid-September. That was good as it killed the mosquitos. Dressed in our bearskin clothing, Sofia took us on walks by the lakes and streams. She also managed to get me a copy of Madame Bovary in Russian and convinced the old men that it was the Bible so they would let me read it. Sofia decided to stay in Saskatchewan the whole time we were there. "The fishing is just too good to leave and the goose hunting is amazing," she said, but I think she thought that Saskatchewan was where she was most needed. When Svetlana called to ask about legal problems, I got another break from the otherwise constant flow of guys fucking me like I was a bonobo in heat. Once when Svetlana called during a particularly bad day of brutes fucking me without any consideration for my pleasure or feelings, I got emotional and said, "Svetlana, how could you do this to me, to us, to anyone?" Svetlana replied coldly, "Laurel, that's not what I called to talk about. I will say that I know you will survive this without substantial wear and tear." The best thing Sofia did was persuade the old men to let her use modern pregnancy testing equipment on us. They initially refused to allow any sort of modern gadget. This would have meant we'd have all been stuck in the far north well into winter and started to show baby bumps. Sofia convinced the old men that, as sex for the sake of pleasure is a great sin, they should get the "whores of Babylon" out of the colony as soon as possible to avoid sexual pleasure that was not necessary for making us pregnant. I think, in part because they sensed that some of their sons were being corrupted by the whores, they agreed to pregnancy testing as long as one of their midwives could fly back with the first of us and make sure that she was in fact pregnant and stay to check on the other whores as they arrived back in Bolry and stay through the last of the births. Thank goodness, all four of us proved to be fertile and got back to Bolry within a few months. I only had to stay 5 weeks before Sofia showed the old men the results of the urine tests. The old men were happy to get me out of there. They had decided that I was the worst of the potential seducers. What did they expect when they brought us up there? Typical hypocritical male assholes, they rent "whores" and are shocked when they don't act like holy virgins. Anyway, as a going away present, the 16 of them beat me to the edge of what the BLC would allow just to punish Jezebel for her wickedness. I cried and cried but I will admit that in this case I exaggerated the pain, assumed a face of wronged innocence and even looked to the heavens for comfort. I had learned a lot from Ashley. I did not think I would fool Sofia, who let them go on as long as she would have if I'd acted like a pillar of salt, but hoped my portrayal of tortured innocence would impress the colony. I was never happier to get back to Bolry. During the pregnancy, I was worked as usual only with one of the cult women inspecting me once a day to make sure that I was still pregnant. The cult woman made Ashley seem normal. A dour little woman in her mid-40s, she'd had 15 children, almost half of which had died from diseases that probably could have been cured with modern medicine. I did my best to corrupt her. Doing anything sexual would have only horrified her. Instead, I said how great it was that the BLC provided such great medical care and lied about how good I felt knowing that I would be providing a healthy child for the cult. I complained to Sofia that I thought that Svetlana had crossed a line with this last pregnancy. "I'm not threatening to kill myself, but you are inviting me to just quit trying. If what Svetlana wants is a broken piece of dispirited meat, she should set me up for another experience like that one." "You should not think it was Svetlana's idea or that she even likes it," Sofia answered. "You don't know Svetlana as well as you think you do. You don't understand her situation. Did you know that for years she participated in the Lottery herself to make money to give her some freedom from Pyotr even though she might have died as a result or wished she had died. The greatest of the Czars worked as a carpenter. Svetlana did sex work in the Resort for half a year. She's in the Bolry cabinet as Cultural Minister but everyone knows the Cultural Ministry is a joke except that it runs the highly profitable Lottery. Most her power in the government comes from the facts that Pyotr respects her counsel, much of which can be traced back to you, and that the BLC is making a lot of money when natural gas isn't. Also, as you know full well, Svetlana is not even the CEO of the BLC on paper. She has to report to a management board of bean counters and guys much more relentlessly focused on the bottom line than her. "Also, I don't think you will ever have to go through anything like that again. Don't ask me why I know that." Sofia's loyalty and hero-worship was touching but Irina had told me that Svetlana had worked in the Resort because Pyotr was mad at her for scheming behind his back. But, assuming Irina was right, that supported Sofia's larger point that I should not blame Svetlana for every decision that hurt me. But as I thought about it more, that was not a happy conclusion. It meant I was working for an impersonal organization headquartered in a totalitarian state that had no reason to care about my fate other than money. Still, when I next saw her, I told Svetlana that it was incredibly cruel for them to have me carry a child and take the baby away. "I do not expect to be allowed to keep the child from the cult but really, please, never do anything like that again." Svetlana did not try to defend what was happening this time except to say that the BLC was making a very large amount of money off this child. She also said vaguely, "I am pretty sure things will change for you in a positive way. Laurel, don't you see at least a dim light at the end of the tunnel?" Again, I went through profound depression after they took the child. I had thought it would be easier this time but in some ways it felt worse. I felt horrible that the baby would have to go back to grow up in the cult. Also, I was younger when the first child was born. Somehow it felt then like I had time and someday I would have a chance to have children and raise them. As before, in the post partum period, Sofia and her staff were with me round the clock for weeks. They did not ask me to nurse the baby. The cult had plenty of lactating women. I was happy not to learn the sex of the child. I hated to think I produced a girl for the cult. The BLC did keep me producing milk. Some customers would pay a lot to play with that when it was safe for me to have sex again. As it happened, my shameless whore Jezebel mind and body were ready to enjoy sex again four weeks after the birth. One part and a prequel to go. The 150th Slave Pt. 10: Alternative Ending CHANGE Only three weeks after the birth of my second child, Sofia woke me up to say that Svetlana wanted to meet me in the office she had set up in the Resort. I was surprised she was there. I did not expect to see Svetlana until she was sure she would not have to see me depressed about the separation. She brings herself to cause great pain to acquaintances but does not like to look at it. Svetlana came right to the point, "BLC management very recently made some decisions. The BLC has decided to attempt to relocate slaves from the Resort who are over the age of 37 that have been slaves for at least 5 years." "What do you mean relocate?" I asked. "Let's face it," Svetlana answered, "Sex slaves are a wasting resource. Although keeping some older slaves for customers with that taste is good, we don't want to open a geriatric wing of the Resort. If someone will pay to move a woman to where he can more easily use her services, sexual and otherwise, agree to treat her within the limits of what she was obligated to do at the Resort, the move is not too stressful for the slave involved and the sponsors agree, there is every reason to relocate her. For example, we are going to relocate Irina only a few hundred kilometers from Berlin to Erfurt where she will live with a very wealthy German count who is paying us 30 million euros. Probably as much as we could make off of her over the next 10 years considering expenses, depreciation of the asset and applying a proper discount rate to revenues to be earned in future years. Also, she will still be available to help Bolry as a diplomat and will perform as a sex slave to the extent possible. The Count knows the score." Trying not to get my hopes up too much, I asked, "Are you telling me this so that I can negotiate the relocation contracts?" "Yes," Svetlana said, but, probably seeing my face move almost to tears in a millisecond, she added, "and to inform you that a nice man you know wishes to move you to New York and wishes to do so soon." "Plandome Village, actually," Mann said, stepping into the room. Svetlana continued, "We believe the this move will not be distressful to you. You will have another two months in Bolry and Mr. Walker has been promised that you will be one of the guests at a disgusting and humiliating orgy that he is staging in Texas. Of course, after you are established at your new location, you will be expected to work as a sex slave to the extent that it is not inconsistent with other roles you may assume. Also, in a few months you will be made available for impregnation again, but only by Mr. Mann. Mr. Mann has indicated that you will be expected to help him raise your further children. He has agreed also that you should practice law and assist the Republic of Bolry and the BLC in legal matters and business planning. "You will see the figure anyway when draft the contracts, but I'll say now that Mann is only paying $10 million to deprive the BLC of the practical ability to use you as a sex slave to nearly the extent that you have been utilized in the past. This is not because you are worth less than Irina to the BLC. You have actually been a slightly more profitable asset. The fact is that Mann insisted on a right of first refusal on any transfer of you from the Resort before it was agreed that the law firm would get the Bolry Pacific Resort expansion business 6 years ago. As I recall, he threatened to take a large amount of the firm's business and lawyers with him and, in effect, break up the firm if he was not assured that no one else would get to keep you if he didn't. You may also be interested to know that Mr. Mann has rejected offers to sell his right of first refusal even recently when he was offered $25 million by Fergusson. "Svetlana, is so weird," Mann interrupted. "There were a lot of deals but the simple fact is that I have loved you for a long time. But you did not love me. I did not expect you to have bad luck in the Lottery but I did my best to assure that I'd have a chance of getting you back someday even if you did lose. "Are you willing to marry me now under these bizarre circumstances? Don't do it just to get out of Bolry. I will pay the money to move you out of here even if you want to live alone in your condo and resume your tours of the bars of New York. I would even leave the firm and let you work there without having to look at me if you are mad at me for being part of a conspiracy to make the firm a lot of money by encouraging you to take a dangerous risk." Svetlana piped in to say, "I am not so weird as not to know it is time for me to get out of here." She walked out. I sighed, and said, "Fred, I don't know if I understand everything you did or why you did it. I have little better understanding of why I did what I did. I know I did not know what I wanted in life until a few years after becoming a sex slave. It long seemed I'd learned too late. But now, yes, I would be delighted to marry you and live on Long Island or wherever else you want me. I hope I'm not too old to have more children or, at least, that the BLC will sell me back some of my eggs." IN BOLRY "Happily ever after" only happens in fairy tales. My life as the 150th Sex Slave is more of an X-rated melodrama. As if to make clear that my life was never going to be normal, the BLC booked me for many strange, perverted and abusive customers for my last two months in Bolry. For some reason, I did not mind. After giving me another week to recover from my pregnancy, I was booked to entertain a guy who had made a fortune in the dairy business who was terribly interested in my lactation. He decided to see just how much milk he could draw from me in a day while seeing how much sperm he could put in me through my mouth, vagina and anus. I have to admit, I enjoyed the day. He had very sensitive hands. I put out of mind where he learned so much about teats. That was just the beginning. Nearly every customer during the two months after I was to remain in Bolry got to take milk from me in some way. I was beginning to think that someone in Bolry had decided to go into the cheese export business. There were also customers who wanted me in bondage for an uncomfortable period. I got the electroshocks and the whippings. Triple penetration happened a number of times although I've always felt that I could not give my highest quality blowjob if I was so distracted below. More movies were made now that I literally qualified as a MILF two times over. I got mashed again by mashers at three post-Lottery parties and again found myself riding the wooden pony before being spit roasted in a dungeon. Daria and Zorski had me on multiple occasions. A bunch of members of the Russian mafia used me thoroughly for two days straight and said at the end that they would have loved to have bought me for a bordello in St. Pauli. One post-Lottery party, I was brought up by Svetlana to her suite and was surprised to find Boltzin and about 11 other guys there along with Natalya, Stacy, and several other slaves. Svetlana announced that they had a special occasion tonight. This was Mr. Boltzin's bachelor party. "Instead of him going to some silly stripper show, Laurel is going to do one of her lovely cowgirl style fucks with the groom before performing cunnilingus on me while being butt fucked by Boltzin's best man. The other ladies present will do their best to entertain the rest of the male members of the bridal party after Laurel has finished with Mr. Boltzin and me." "I rose to the occasion and sat down on Boltzin's erect penis. While he played with my breasts, bringing forth milk without trying, I worked my pussy all over him to please him as best I could while pleasing myself as well. The orgasms were exquisite with both of us coming loudly. The orgasms were also very messy as there was a massive amount of liquid that flowed from my breasts and a river flowing from my sex when I finally rose from him and our combined fluids were spilled. Svetlana thought it was very hot and I had barely had time to catch my breath when she pressed her pussy into my face. I did not move too quickly and worked slowly around her hips and outer and inner lips, before gently flicking her clit while working my index finger into her. She collapsed onto the puddle in the bed and soon added to the puddle herself. The guy in my ass suited himself and me. After hours and a few more fucks, I inquired of Svetlana who Boltzin would be marrying. To my surprise, I learned Chiara was the lucky bride. "Chiara is pregnant again, but we want her to be able to work with you in a few months in New York without being obviously pregnant without a husband." "So, this is all a joke?" I asked. "No," Svetlana said, "Boltzin and Chiara are going to live as man and wife in the Capital and have children if they wish. Chiara will also be available for customers of the BLC and will grace many of our parties and receptions. She will be the new head of the Bolry office. She is becoming a full partner of the firm. Another very attractive woman that you don't know will be assigned to the Bolry office. We hope that her decisions and the Lottery Machine will make her property of the BLC, but no one can know that." "Are you going to leave Boltzin with any energy for his wife?" I kidded. "Oh, yes, Boltzin and I will share many good times together in the future but a younger gentleman, Dmitriev, is meeting many of my needs now. As I get older, I find that while I enjoy the attention of all my lovers, I need younger men to perform the steady duties. By the way, why don't you go to bed with Mr. Zubov over there? He is too shy and needs some training." I did as I was told to do. My final indignity before being relocated was another trip to the Bolrian Security Police. Svetlana let me know of this plan gently. "Laurel, you have one more major stop before you go back to New York but it really won't be as bad as the last time. The BSP broke up another conspiracy against the government and, as a reward, Pyotr thought that you could help Kat in a congratulatory party, but before you get all scared, this is just an orgy. One of Pyotr's assistants have made clear that you are an important state official and no whips or electric toys are to be used on you. You will be expected to do your best to please as a Bolrian sex slave must, but with Kat there helping, you probably won't have to service more than 15 agents." "Svetlana," I asked, "do you think I'm made of stainless steel?" "No Laurel, but you've handled much more and I'm sure you'll recover quickly." As it turned out, I enjoyed the BSP celebration. With Zorski, Zorski's wife, Daria, Sofia and one of Pyotr's assistants present, the BSP agents were on their best behavior for sadistic murderers. The fact that I was still lactating engendered a certain amount of added solicitude even while making for a messier experience. Svetlana even sent over Matilda and Paula just to lighten the per woman load so I was able to give my best to every goon that screwed me. It was fun in a gray concrete and cold steel sort of way. I had another week after that in the Capital appearing at a post-lottery party where I suffered the usual types of indignities before being taken to the dungeon for some pleasant BDSM activities and having sex with several members of a national soccer team that will not be named. LONG ISLAND, TEXAS AND BACK After I got back to New York, It did not take long to confirm that life as a pain slave abroad would be complex. The house in Plandome Village was wonderful and located in a top quality school district. A health club was selected and a contract was signed between the club and the BLC that contained a clause that the club was to report to the BLC if it looked like I was slacking off on my exercises. Mann and I could commute downtown together for a while but I would also be allowed to work from home some days. On the other hand, many nights I would stay in my condo with a BLC customer. Fergusson and Hochwasser had left the firm and moved to Boston. I know that part of it was that they did not want me around my child. Them moving, though, did not mean I never saw them again. They came down to Manhattan soon after I got to New York to utilize me. I had to tell myself that they were just like other customers. They pushed the pain to the limit with clamps, electric toys, riding crops and ropes. Hochwasser pegged me with a large dildo while Fergusson rammed my pussy. I had come to expect such treatment from them, done with more violence than most customers used. The fact I lost track of how many orgasms I had was not surprising given my continuing taste for very rough sex. In fact, Mann was just as rough when he was pleasing me. The time for the long delayed weekend long party at Walker's ranch arrived. I knew it would be a disgusting, humiliating, sometimes painful, and sexually exhausting experience. After over five years of such sex, I was still conflicted. Part of me reacted like a normal self-respecting woman would be expected to react to such degradation. Another part of me was saying, "Bring it on." Mann did not want to go. "I'm not jealous, I know you are going to fuck a lot a lot of other men in the future, in fact there is no choice. I'm just not enthusiastic about have sloppy seconds with my own fiancee." He decided to come anyway and have sex with other women instead. What a prince. There were a lot of women from which to choose. In addition to me, slaves there were Crystal, Stacy, Irina, Dawn, Jenny, Sheila and Madison. Sofia was there with a couple of staff to check everyone for STDs, make sure that no one used our rectums without a condom and the other ordinary BLC precautions. A woman named Tiffany was there who had almost become a sex slave. Svetlana was in Texas for the first time since Crystal's ill-fated marriage to Anderson. Walker also had some other women there who were wives of employees of Walker's company. I don't know if they knew in advance what they were in for. In addition, Leslie and Ms. Gentile came from the firm as well as several new associates, one of whom looked like she could be a lottery participant. I won't try to give a blow-by-blow, or rather fuck-by-fuck, account of the party. There were a couple of noteworthy incidents. First, Walker decided we would have a pig roast outside late Friday afternoon after everyone had arrived. That was not a problem. I have always been a bit grossed out by the pig on the spit but it is done. I respect vegetarians but I have never tried to be one. Walker suggested that each of the slaves be "spit-roasted" with a cock in their mouths and another in their pussy or anus. Nothing unusual with that, either; at least not for the BLC. However, Walker also suggested that each slave be spit roasted next to a dead pig and that pictures and movies of it all be taken for his collection. That went too far. The implicit comparison of women to pigs and vague allusion to cannibalism grossed out many. He backed down laughing immediately when Sofia started screaming, "No fucking way," at him. He knew that the BLC had a pretty strict rule against dehumanizing slaves. As Svetlana say whenever anything too disgusting is suggested, "We cannot expect men to pay big bucks to rent women who have been caused to feel like they are of little value. Our slaves are priceless goddesses and anyone who suggests to the contrary can go fuck a ewe." Abusing women as women, however, was permitted. If you wanted to pay to abuse a woman who reminded you of a woman who had offended you in some way, that was one of the BLC's biggest selling products. As I mentioned, Madison paid for the sins of every teasing cheerleader. Svetlana's response to any slave who complained about something like that was, "That's the risk you took and we're making money off it." If a man had a grudge against a woman that gave him reason to want to cause her pain and she had become a pain slave, that was good for the BLC except that it might have to assign additional security to make sure its property was not injured. This brings me to the topic of the men who were at the party and my favorite topic, the perils and sorrows of Laurel. Walker, Anderson and Zorski were there, Along with scads of management guys from the companies run by Anderson and Walker that I did not know. I was a little surprised to see Fergusson. He generally avoids group events. I recognized a few of the other older ultra rich guys as customers or as one of the people in the audience during a lottery. It developed that many of them all had something in common, they had bonds that could only be transferred after I appeared before a notary in New York or they got a court order after showing I was dead or incompetent. At the end of the pig roast before we were all sent back to screw or be screwed more in his mansion or a guesthouse, Walker gave a little speech about what was to come Saturday. "The purpose of this weekend long party is, of course, for me to have fun along with many friends. There is a secondary purpose, though. Tomorrow will be payback day for all the men who could not transfer their bonds conveniently and suffered other inconveniences due to Laurel's tricks. It was not a major problem. In total she screwed up only about a billion dollars worth of bonds and there was little need to transfer any of them. It did complicate estate planning for some of us. Some of us have a certain grudging respect for a woman who had the sense to make sure that it would be a big nuisance to leave her to die in Bolry without a chance to come back to New York from time to time. Some of us, in fact, are much more mad at our stupid law firm that let Laurel get away with the bond trick than they are at Laurel. "As they don't concern us directly, I will not discuss the numerous other things she did, without telling anyone of the Lottery, to make it difficult for her to be permanently left in Bolry. Without breaking the BLC rules, she seems to have done her best to give a lot of people an interest in her not disappearing and to inquire if she did. I will mention her buying numerous life insurance policies that she took out on herself with beneficiaries being major charities with notice clauses and exclusions that she tailored in various ways to give the charity, the insurance company or her law firm a significant financial interest in having her appear in New York periodically and that she not be murdered. I assume some underwriters were bribed one way or another. Again, the law firm should have known she could not be trusted, particularly after the bond trick was discovered, but somehow she managed to do many of these deals while a sex slave. "But with apologies to Shakespeare, I come not to praise Laurel but to torture her. Because she is so good with bonds, tomorrow she will spend the day in various forms of bondage. Everyone will be invited to abuse her within the bounds of what is allowed by the Bolrian Lottery Corporation for the use of its property." I won't bother to explain I felt. Naturally, Leslie, Hochwasser, and all the Laurel haters were laughing their heads off watching me become more and more distressed. Mann turned to me and swore he knew nothing about this but that he could not have done anything about it anyway. Svetlana had on her usual face for after when she had done or agreed to something of which she was not particularly proud. Sofia apparently had not been warned and exclaimed in Russian something roughly to the effect of, "I was promised a nice trip to America and now I am going to have to spend the whole day tomorrow watching Laurel like a hawk." Walker continued, "Laurel should be given a little taste of what to expect tomorrow so tonight we will give her a spanking. We should give her 920 million swats for the 920 million dollars worth of bonds she rendered it messy to transfer and 920 swats would be kind. But even that softhearted approach would get boring to watch. So tonight we will settle for twenty swats over my knee. The 150th Slave Pt. 10: Alternative Ending I duly bent over Walker's knee and was spanked hard like a child with Walker's bare hand. He spanked me about as hard as one can. After so much pain and embarrassment in the past, one would think I would not mind, but the pain and embarrassment of this spanking in front of so many people I knew reduced me to tears after about the first 9 swats. The fact he was grinding his knee into my pubic area only made it worse. I'd been spit-roasted earlier, well away from the pigs, like the other slaves with a cock up my ass, but had otherwise hardly been used Friday. I was being saved for Fergusson and Hochwasser to be used hard. Fergusson volunteered that "Martyr Laurel Day" was not his idea although he probably was the one who suffered most from my shenanigans. "Several of the clients said flat out that the firm had stuck its best lawyer in a brothel overseas leaving their interests to be managed by idiots. As you perhaps expected, some of them threatened to move their business if you were not brought back to work, only this time with watchful oversight. Naturally, most of the other partners blamed me for the mess although some of them had also been asleep at the wheel. When Walker suggested that giving you a very hard day should be put on the party schedule, I did not feel it was fair but did not object. I am not staying for tomorrow. I don't like to see you suffer and I have business in Houston." "I am staying," Hochwasser chimed in. "I expect to enjoy the day greatly." When the sex began that night with Fergusson and Hochwasser, I initially had a hard time focusing. Something about the fact that I would spend the next day being an intense focus of derisive merriment and abuse distracted me from the immediate business. Eventually, my body took over, as it always seems to do, and I squeezed, met thrusts, sucked, licked and had orgasms the way I generally do. I fell asleep very tired. I woke just before dawn on the floor where Anderson and Hochwasser had directed me to sleep. I was terrified. I got only a light breakfast while everyone else had all sorts of rare goodies. "That's not Walker's fault," Sofia said, "We asked them to give you a light breakfast to reduce the risk of vomiting or choking." Sofia immediately realized that that explanation had not made me feel better and turned red from embarrassment. When I saw the colonial style equipment for putting a standing victim's head and arms through wooden stocks while exposing everything below the neck to torture, I almost fell apart. Sofia had had her Wheaties. She started yelling before I could even sob. "You are not going to have Laurel in the sun for hours, you idiots. There has to be a good tarp over her and fans and we are going to post two people next to her all day, one of which will be me. She gets a break to restore circulation every hour and I am going to watch every blow. First time I see a drop of blood, we are out of here and I don't care what you are paying to do this." I think she was pissed that this was spoiling a day that she had hoped to sip cocktails by the pool. When Svetlana opened her mouth, in Russian, I expected her to try to calm Sofia down and remind her that Walker was paying a bundle. Instead, looking at the man we knew only as Walker, she said roughly, "Ivan, you really are a brutal jerk. You're not a mercenary anymore. You seem to be taking pleasure in testing the limits like a naughty schoolboy. You know we cannot allow you to hurt any slave, least of all Laurel, but you are going to make us spend the day making sure you don't by setting up scaffolds in the sun and setting out electronic toys that I can see are not suitable and who knows what else you have planned. You make the BSP look good." It took a half hour or more before Sofia, Svetlana and the other members of Sofia's team were satisfied that I would not be permanently injured. Once into the stocks like a wayward Puritan, only nude with my legs spread for easy access, the first order of business was for some of the guys to use an electric breast pump on me until I was pretty dry. Sofia had inspected the gadget and certified that it was made for human women. She gave me a cup of water that I had to suck through a straw before and after the pumping. Numerous people filmed all this. Next, my breasts were tied up in scratchy hemp rope. Ouch. Blindfolded, I spent what seemed like a very long time in the scaffold. I stood there, not knowing from one moment to the next whether someone would whack a wet towel across my back, give me an electro shock between the legs or ream me up the ass with a dildo or a penis. Sofia reassured me from time to time that she was five feet away and watching everything. Nonetheless, I alternated between trying to pretend my mind was another planet and crying uncontrollably. I took some pleasure in the anal sex but not even I could enjoy this treatment particularly as I could barely move and only a few of the guys were trying to be considerate. I got my first break. With my blindfold taken off, the first thing I saw was Svetlana five feet from me sitting in a lounge chair with a cup of coffee and a copy of a business journal. "Hello again, I was going to enjoy this party but Mr. Walker's game of pushing the limits has got both me and Sofia on edge. So I guess the terrorist wins," she said. Next to her was Zorski with a nightstick and a black jack. "Comrade Zorski has been able to use the lovely pool this morning but decided that his presence here will discourage people from trying to get away with anything. It has not been too bad. Sofia and Zorski at one point did have to make clear to one guy who had already had too many bloody Marys that wanted to attach electrodes to each of your nipples that if he tried anything of the sort his body would be found at the bottom or the pool tomorrow. If we allowed something that caused you to have a heart attack, we might as well drown ourselves in the pool. Pyotr and Lermanov would be furious." Ropes taken off, Sofia took me for a walk. "It's been an hour of non-stop abuse and I don't think I can take it anymore," she said. "What?" I gasp. "Oh yes," Sofia said, "I guess it has been harder on you. I will point out that Mann has been sitting as closely as he can without overtly interfering and glaring at any guy who looks like he might go too far. This is the most bizarre job I've ever been on with so many different people playing games and all the conflicting emotions." After another hour of Laurel abuse in the stocks, they broke for lunch. The ropes that had been painfully squeezing my breasts came off again. My anus felt overworked. I got a trip to the ladies room where I cleaned up and cried, got more water and a brunt piece of toast. "I guess they are trying to save money on food as they paid so much to get to torture you for a day," Svetlana said. Walker and company next tied my arms behind my back and led me up another platform for a whipping. Someone started to toss a hangman's noose over my head. Svetlana immediately interrupted. "It was only for a picture," the guy said. "Obviously, there's no trap door on the platform." Svetlana answered, "We never allow anything like that to be suggested with regard to a slave unless it is part of a theatrical production with a real plot and paid for separately. If Laurel ever wants to hang, she'll have to do it herself," she said looking at me with a smirk. Sofia asked how they were going to keep the midday sun off me on the scaffold. "I see your point," Walker said, "we will take her to a nice sheltered picnic area, tie her face up to the end of one of the picnic table seats with her limbs tied down, and let everyone fuck her cunt that wants. We can do the whipping on the platform after the sun gets lower." One guy screwed me in this position. It was no fun. No one expected me to try to pretend it was fun. I became overwhelmed again with self-pity and started sobbing and wondered how many guys even wanted to have sex with me in this fashion. I thought that probably the only ones who would screw me would be brown nosing Walker subordinates who would go out of their way to be mean. I was resigned to a day of being punished and being sore for days when Svetlana said in Russian, "Ivan, I am surprised at you. I thought you were less wasteful and a better employer." Responding in English in a bemused tone, Walker said, "Comrade Svetlana Toltski, as you know I go by 'Walker.' What helpful advice do to you wish to offer?" "Oh that's right, there's no statute of limitations on most war crimes," Svetlana said. "Anyway, it's like you have brought Baryshnikov here but you won't let him dance. As you know full well, Laurel is one of the very best of the best in bed but you are binding her and using her so she can't do anything but be a passive piece of flesh and wearing her out so badly that we won't be able to have her do anything tomorrow but recover. You are depriving your staff and guests of a once in a lifetime experience just so you and some of your friends can be vindictive about her taking some liberties with a few bonds and other petty matters." "I paid to show Laurel what happens to women who are too smart for their own good. There are plenty of other women here for other purposes," Walker replied. I was told later that none of the woman and few of the men were very pleased with Walker's explanation. In addition, the guy who had screwed me on the picnic table bench had squeezed my breasts like an exercise device causing me to start dripping milk. This reminded a number of people that I had not been treated gently in the last year and the vision of the tortured mother probably had an effect at the subconscious level. Only able to lift my head hard a bit from the picnic table bench, I could see Ms. Hochwasser, never before my friend, Trudie, and Ms. Gentile talking to Anderson. Svetlana came back from getting a gin gimlet and sat on a lounge chair. Anderson walked over closer to us at the picnic table and said, "Walker, a number of us, including ones more inconvenienced by Laurel's maneuvers than you were, think she has suffered enough. Also, Ms. Hochwasser, Trudie and I were so looking forward to having Laurel for the night. I've never had a ménage a quatre before and really have my heart set on it. I would be pleased to reimburse you for anything you paid extra to use Laurel in this manner." "Yes," Svetlana added, "and if you let Laurel rest this afternoon, you, me, Ms. Gentile and Laurel can have a ménage a quatre tomorrow night." Walker relented, Martyr Laurel Day was aborted, and I was untied from the picnic table bench. I had trouble walking at first. Svetlana helped me back to a guesthouse and stayed with me as one of Sofia's staff gave me a mineral bath in preparation for a several hour nap. I said that I really did not understand why Walker was so mad at me or why people hated me. My making it less convenient to transfer his bonds did not cause him to miss a meal. All that I had done was to give me a bit of leverage and give people some incentive to bring me back to New York someday and not "abandon me in Bolry to die a childless, lonely old woman when my value as a sex slave had faded." Svetlana replied, "Laurel, you probably ought to rest your tongue for tonight. I will talk for a while and tell you some things that you ought to know for a few reasons, one of which being that a special BLC management committee is being established to work on several matters and you are to be the slave member of the committee." Forcing me to serve on a committee. Is there no limit to what I must suffer? But Svetlana went on. "Today's little drama highlighted the two biggest problems in our business model. First, the pain slave idea has to be reworked because in its current form it is much more trouble than it is worth. The idea for the Lottery came from a literally barbaric practice that inspired my late brother. When women could agree to risk becoming chattel slaves who had no rights whatsoever, Dimitry enjoyed suggesting that a chattel slave could even be tortured to death for the fun of customers. It added a lot of drama to the Lottery. Made it sort of like a gladiator contest. But, of course, few women agreed to participate in the Lottery with that risk. The few times we gave a glimpse of what the treatment of a chattel slave could be like, a lot of viewers were disgusted. The BLC never seriously harmed any of its chattel slaves because some of us in management are not that evil and none of us could see killing or maiming a woman it had cost us a million bucks or more to acquire unless a customer offered many millions to do that. None of our customers did. "So after Dimitry's fatal accident, we did away with the idea that a slave could be harmed seriously. We thought, though, that we could keep some of the lost drama. There would be customers who would pay more to engage in BDSM with a submissive slave and some slaves that would accept the risk of that as long as they knew they would be protected from serious injury. As you know, that worked out well in many cases as the customers paid more and got to do something more and the slaves who agreed to accept the risk of being a BDSM submissive were not totally adverse to the activity. "The problem is that there are a few guys who really want to hurt people and guys like Walker who think it is fun to inflict a lot of psychological pain and test limits just because they are jerks. So slaves are made miserable which makes it harder for them to perform as we'd wish. Also, most customers, believe or not, think women are human beings and don't like to watch them intentionally harmed. We have to spend a lot of time protecting slaves and incur expenses that are hard to recoup. "We need to work something out to make clear that we only want to allow the type of BDSM that a woman might enjoy and that our slaves agreed to give up freedoms but not the right to be treated as though their feelings mattered. And we need a way to weed out customers who want to cross the line from fantasy play to real torture. The fact that we occasionally have to cater to the desires of the Bolrian Security Police makes this still harder. "The other big problem is how to retire slaves gracefully. For the first years we could just ignore the problem because we had few slaves and they all were likely to be highly desirable for decades. But even in those first years, women were asking questions for which we did not have a good answer. Now that some of our slaves have been in the resort for 8 years, avoiding the question and telling women that we will keep them beautiful is only pacifying a few of the younger and less perceptive sex slaves. Women who think they will be left to die in Bolry or dumped without assets somewhere in their 50s cannot be expected to be contented sex workers. If we let slaves get depressed, they become much less valuable. We need to make clear to women who become slaves that they will have a future even after they grow older. But in order to do that, we have to figure out how we are going to assure this. "You really were a martyr for a cause today because it was your activity with the bonds and other tricks that made clear to every member of the BLC management that we have a big problem. Of the slaves, you took the most clever and effective steps to make it unprofitable and dangerous for us to leave you to die poor or miserable. But even before that, some of the women were trying to do something or other to help them in the future, even if it was only to beg customers not to forget them or to agree to pay to become additional sponsors. Your ability to get both Pyotr and Lermanov to sympathize with you was most impressive. Those guys often make Ivan Vasilevich and Stalin seem like sentimental softies. "Really, though, the most effective thing you did for yourself was make yourself so valuable to Bolry and the BLC in ways that went beyond your physical beauty and reproductive ability. Years ago you could have quit sneaking off to create obstacles to us leaving you to die alone. But I don't blame you. No one could tell you that you were safe from that, although we hinted a lot. We could not give you assurances, because there were none. "Your whining, more than that of most of the other women combined, often got on my nerves, but I understood that you were only whining the most because you understood the dangers the best. The fact that you also turned out to be one of the few women who ever lost a lottery that developed an urge to raise a family made your situation pathetic. That has caused us to think about how to weed out participants who are going to become miserable for that reason or to develop a different approach. "I'm thinking that maybe we should just create 5-year slaves. It would make the Lottery less dramatic as the women would have a lot less to lose but it might help us get good participants for less money and would solve a lot of the other problems. Also, women with maternal desires could work around a five-year commitment. "We also have to figure out what to do with women who became slaves under the current system. Bolrians are culturally completely opposed to letting any of the slaves go. A deal is a deal. However, because Irina got such a raw deal, the precedent was set of letting women be slaves in places and ways that they could have lives that would be easier to transition to a normal life as they diminish in value as sex slaves. "So, as you know, you are going to be located to Long Island to live with a man who loves you and wants to raise a family with you. You will be working as a sex slave and a lawyer for Bolry as much as we can work you. I am sure you'll have excellent babysitters but, as you will still have only 24 hours in a day, I expect we won't be able to work you as much as we'd wish. The $10 million will partially compensate the BLC for that and we can take solace in the fact that we probably would never have gotten you if we'd not given Mann his option. "I know you have suffered. There are certain things that happened that you will regret all your life. You are not the first person, though, who combined making questionable decisions with bad luck. The military cemeteries and veterans hospitals are full of men who thought that the bullets would only hit other recruits. "By the way, the Saskatchewan authorities have found a good home for your daughter." "What do you mean?" I asked. "Oh," Svetlana exclaimed, "I guess you would not have heard. You were in the Capital on your back when we told Margaret, Jenny and Sheila. Margaret was particularly interested. She credits you with having a big role in destroying the northernmost colony of religious nuts. She's now writing a book. We are wondering if there is any way we can ever let the book be published. "One of the boys at whom you made eyes committed what the old men referred to as the blasphemy of onanism. He happened to be one of the sons of the woman who kept track of your pregnancy in Bolry. One of the old men said the boy should be killed in accordance with the law of God. The mother, who'd only recently returned with your daughter, reportedly spoke up for the first time in her life and said she did not think that Yahweh would kill her boy for what he did. Some of the sons that did not waste their seed when they were with you, supported the boy and his mother. A gunfight ensued in which one of the old men was killed and the whole thing, being as freaky as it was, made world news while you were entertaining the BSP I guess. We had a big mess to cover up. "Fortunately, only two of the children had been sent back to Saskatchewan and we paid surviving members of the colony to say the children were adopted in Eastern Europe in a war zone and could not go back. We paid a bundle to an adoption service in the Ukraine to support the story and gave them the other two children conceived by slaves in Saskatchewan. The 150th Slave Pt. 10: Alternative Ending "I never liked the whole business. Now even the guys on the BLC management board who thought this deal was too good to pass up see that dealing in babies with religious fanatics is just asking for trouble." My bath was done. Svetlana concluded, "Now go rest, dear, I am sure that Anderson and the ladies will expect you to try to do your best tonight although I think they will probably understand if you are not enthusiastic in bed right away after the way you were treated today. Don't worry about our engagement with Walker tomorrow night. He will be on his best behavior while your head is in the muff of your second most loyal sponsor and my teeth are close to the top of his prick. On the Monday flight back to LaGuardia, Mann and I discussed our future, how I would stop giving milk for now and start trying to have a child with him. Mann said that he had everyone's agreement that there would be no more retribution against me for little business tricks. Of course, I'm still subjected to bondage, pain and sex with strangers, because I remain a BLC pain slave and because I like it. Finis INTRODUCTION TO THE PREQUEL It came to pass that Crystal, Irina and I were pregnant. Anderson and Trudie had decided that they would stop with three "adopted" children. That did not mean, though, that Crystal was done having children. In fact, the BLC had her marry Alex on paper just so that she could continue to attend meetings outside the Resort and pretend to be a normal respectable woman. This marriage really is a fraud. Crystal will be staying at the Resort while Alex will stay in the Capital. The children will all be given to the father or put up for adoption. Crystal would not have it any other way. I think the BLC intends to keep iron woman working for the state and for BLC customers until she or the BLC dies. Crystal does get a lot of freedom. While in Bolry she takes long walks in the mountains with nothing for company but a GPS device so the BLC can track her and the rifle she's learned to shoot extremely well. She seems to thrive with loneliness the way she thrives with pain. Also, Anderson paid a lot of money so that Crystal could be relocated for long periods to her condo in London. As Crystal had squirrelled away a lot of money before she became a slave (including money she'd gotten from Dawn and Stacy), she's a very rich woman when in London. Anderson also paid for Dawn and Stacy to be relocated to London and Dallas for months at a time. Crystal was having her third child; by Lermanov this time. He intended to adopt the child, his child, claiming it to be a war orphan. I think he wanted to do this and thought it would soften his public image as a calculating bastard. Irina was pregnant by her German count who married her in a big ceremony in his palace in Bavaria five months earlier. He is infatuated with her. She was very happy living mainly in a mansion near Erfurt. I was three months pregnant by Mann who had married me in a ceremony on Martha's Vineyard that included many members of my firm and many Bolrian officials including Svetlana and Lermanov. Although Crystal was the only one still living in Bolry, we were all using the Bolry medical services. No reason not to do so. Sitting together for lunch after we had seen the doctors, I wondered out loud whether Svetlana's great interest in having slaves have children was due to Svetlana regretting never having had children. Irina responded that Svetlana had had children but it was a very sad story. Crystal asked Irina whether she was ever going to tell the real story of her life. In response to Crystal, she said that she would never tell the story of her life but that she would tell a silly melodrama. ***** The "Concluding Non-Consensual Postscript" is a Prequel to Sex Slave Lottery. It should appear in a week. With it, the tale of the Bolry sex slave lottery and probably the writings of Roseyfingers will end.