Attis Dice
By Liana M
@(C) Copyright 2007 by Liana M, all rights reserved.
Inessa paused as she walked through the casino past the lines of people outside the theater. It was an hour before the show would begin, but already the lines were forming outside of the Cybele Theater. The marquee had a large picture of stunning redhead in a dress that showed every curve of her body without revealing anything. With her hair up under the hood and wearing a non-descript casual outfit, no one here would recognize Inessa as the girl on the marquee. She still did not believe that she really looked that good. It was amazing what the stylists and make up people could do, and, of course, that 20,000 credit designer dress helped. Unfortunately she wouldn't get to wear the dress for the show.
To the left of the theater entrance was the VIP line. It was mostly smartly dressed couples, not formally dressed, but casual high fashion. Not surprising considering that VIP tickets started at 10,000 credits and went up. On the right was the longer regular line for the balcony seats. The regular line had fewer couples and more groups of men. The people in the regular line were well dressed. The balcony tickets still started at 400 credits and went up. There were no poor people in these lines.
Dejain was the only place in the galaxy where shows like this were legal, which is why so many people were willing to pay so much to watch them. Hundreds of thousands of years of galactic civilization, and people still wanted to see torture. Not just any torture either, torture of the most sensitive sexual organs, penis and clitoris torture.
Inessa studied the people in line. Why were these people willing to gladly pay so much to watch this show? Inessa herself had stood in that line a year ago. She knew she had to see it from the first time she heard about it.
As a teenager she had come to Dejain with her family. Although the nature of these shows was supposed to be kept from teenagers, she overheard two women talking about it. She knew right then she had to see it, but she had to wait till she was 20 before she could get in. Even then she had to save money to get to Dejain as well as pay the high admission price. All she could afford was the cheapest seat in the back row of the uppermost balcony. Even from that distance the show had been a life changing experience for Inessa.
Inessa had to wait in line for an hour to see the show. She felt awkward standing in line. The line was about two thirds small groups of men and about one third couples. She seemed like the only single women standing in line. Inessa had come to Dejain alone, because she did not want any of her friends to know of her interest in the Attis game. She could have easily picked up some young man here on Dejain to accompany her. She might have even found a slightly older man that would have paid for the show and been able to afford better seats. Inessa didn't want the hassle of trying to deal with some young man's reaction to the show as well as her own. Her fascination with this show was her little secret, and she did not even want to share it with some strange young man that caught her fancy.
Finally the line had started to move and she had gotten her seat in the last row of the top balcony. When the lights finally went down, they brought the fourteen contestants onto the stage. They were all completely naked. One by one they were strapped into the inclined chairs that had legs supports that went out at a wide angle, forcing the person to spread his or her legs very wide. They were strapped to the chairs at the ankles and wrists, as well as two straps across the body. They were lying helpless and naked in a most vulnerable position.
As she watched the preparations for the game from that darkened balcony, she kept remembering her first life changing experience. She had been just thirteen. Her body was changing, and Inessa found herself growing restless. She was embarrassed about her body. She wished her breasts had stayed smaller. She hated bras and wished she didn't have to wear one. Inessa remembered lying naked in the large, warm bathing pool on that night that changed her life. She examined the public hair that had now appeared on her body, another embarrassing change. In the warm waters of the bathing pool, she pushed her public hair back to examine her genitals. She gently massaged her pelvic area as she had done many times as a young girl. Inessa's mother had caught her doing it once and told her to stop and never do that again. She had never done it again where anyone could see, but it felt so good she couldn't really stop.
That night she lay in the pool trying to relax and massaged herself. As she massaged herself between the legs strange feelings began building up in her groin. She stopped. She didn't know what to make of these feelings. The feeling had been weird, like nothing she had felt before. She rested for several minutes, and the feeling faded away. It had been a pleasant feeling, not something painful. Inessa started to massage herself again. She placed her hand over the whole region and rubbed. After a minute the sensations returned. It was a tension in her pelvic region. The spot just above her pee hole was becoming very sensitive. Inessa took her fingers and began to rub there. The tension built more quickly. It felt good, but it was bad. Inessa knew she should stop, but she didn't want to. Suddenly a wave of pain swept through her pelvis. Inessa froze, pulled her knees up and rolled to her side. It was not really pain "pain". It was a pleasurable pain like nothing Inessa had ever felt. She lay in the warm water with one hand firmly pressed between her legs. Ever weaker waves of the pleasurable pain radiate out from small muscle contractions around her groin. Inessa pushed her fingers firmly between her legs as the contractions slowed and grew weaker.
Inessa could not understand what had happened. What had she done? That spot just above the pee hole that she now knew was her clitoris had become very sensitive to the touch. Had she hurt herself? Inessa noticed that many of the tensions she had been feeling had suddenly drained away. She felt serene, and she lay in the tube with her mind slowly drifting for several minutes.
It was the next day before she began to realize it had been an orgasm. So this is what sex is all about. This is the secret that adults had been trying to keep from her. This pleasurable pain is what made sex ... well sex. Inessa wondered if she should forget about her discovery, and wait until she was older, but she knew she could not. When the tension in mind and body became unbearable, that secret moment of pleasurable pain was the only way to wash her mind and body clean of desire. She was addicted.
Sitting in that balcony watching naked men and women on stage roll the virtual Attis dice, Inessa felt all the familiar tensions beginning to build inside her. Everyone escaped on the first roll, but on the second roll two women and one man paid the price. They screamed in pain. Their bodies twisted and turned to escape the restraints while sparks of blue and yellow energy danced between their legs. Inessa knew this was real pain, but the difference between pleasure and agony can be confusing. Perhaps real pain is pleasure that is just too intense to bear. Inessa wanted to put her fingers between her legs, but could not do that here in public. She could feel the moistness in her panties.
The three victims of the dice were being unlocked from their chairs. They were obviously very sore but they walked off the stage with only a little help. The audience applauded them as they left the stage. Inessa wondered if she was thanking them for letting her watch their torture. A number of people dropped out of the game, and left the stage too. Anyone could drop out after the dice had claimed its first victim. A few brave young men and one woman stayed, playing for the big prize. Only one could win the million credits and the rest would suffer the pain of the Attis dice. The intensity varied depending on luck, or perhaps the lack of luck.
A few rolls later, a young man got a very intense punishment from the dice. Inessa could not imagine what it would feel like to have that much energy dancing on and running through her clitoris. When he was led off the stage he could barely walk.
Then a young man ran completely out of luck. He rolled the highest possible intensity ordeal, the one that is described as likely to cause permanent loss of nerve response. The blue and yellow energy exploded around his penis. He screamed and struggled at his restraints as the energy pulsed through his most sensitive regions. Inessa was watching a young man's penis be rendered useless, nonfunctional, no longer able to produce that pleasurable pain that is the narcotic of life, and it literally took her breath away. She desperately wanted to get her fingers between her legs and feel what this man would never feel again.
When the young mans suffering was finished, his penis hung limply between his legs. The young man seemed almost unconscious and had to be carried off the stage to loud applause from the audience. This is what they had paid the steep admission to watch. As Inessa applauded she could not believe she was thanking this young man for letting her watch him made impotent.
There were now only two people left, a young man and woman. They started the game up again. Each one desperate for that million credit prize, and willing to chance what they had just witnessed to get it. Inessa knew that as the game continued, the probability of the more severe tortures increased. These two were taking a big risk. One of them was sure to do an ordeal, and might well have their genitals made nonfunctional. It was theoretically possible for both of them to get an ordeal on the same throw and no one win the prize. Between each roll, there were several minutes pause so the audience could place bets on the outcome. Inessa did not have any money for betting and wasn't sure who she would bet on if she did.
After a number or rolls, the woman lost at the second highest level, but unlike earlier she was not immediately subjected to the ordeal. There was apparently some final bet she could make.
"What is going on," Inessa asked the man next to her.
It's a special Cybele rule," he said. "Sort of a double down."
"Double down?" Inessa asked.
"Yeah, something like that," he said. "If she wins then there is no ordeal and the game continues, but if she loses, her clit is fried."
"Wow," Inessa said. "What a bet!"
The audience was yelling encouragement to the woman to take the bet. They wanted to see the woman's clitorial nerves overloaded and burned away by the Attis pain machine, as the young man's penial nerves had been earlier. The woman seemed confused, but finally agreed to the wager. A hush came over the room as she pressed the button to roll her virtual dice. The room bust into cheers when she lost the bet, and a burst of blue and yellow energy sparks exploded between her legs. Inessa was in total shock. She was actually watching another woman's clitoris made permanently numb by the most intense pain imaginable. Even over the cheering of the crowd she could hear the woman screaming. The blue sparks would die down low then burst up high again to loud cheers. The woman was getting weaker now, barely struggling, losing consciousness. The blue energy sparks died down to where they were barely visible and stayed low for ten of 15 seconds. Suddenly the energy sparks exploded out, sparks shooting ten or fifteen feet up into the air. The audience roared its approval.
The woman's ordeal was finally over, but she was completely unconscious and had to be carried off stage.
"It's been a long time since we've had a woman destroyed in the games," the man next to Inessa said.
Inessa was still in shock from what she had witnessed.
"Really?" was all she could muster in reply.
"Yes," he said. "The women usually drop out early. Been a long time since one played to the end, much less doubled down."
Inessa hurried out of the theater and back to her hotel. As soon as she closed the door on her room, she ripped off her clothes and sat down in the big soft chair. She spread her legs wide, licked her fingers and began to massage her clit. She was so tense, that it did not take more than a minute before she felt the muscle contractions start. She pressed her finger into her clit and rubbed harder as her body exploded with waves of pleasurable pain. She continued to rub her clit slowly to extract the maximum pleasure from the last weak contractions, and then she lapsed into semi-consciousness for a time.
When she recovered from her post climax daydream, she thought over the events of the evening. Two young people, a man and a woman, would never be able to do what she had just done again. They would never be able to experience that intensely pleasurable pain or the post orgasmic nirvana that follows. Her orgasm had been stimulated by the destruction of their ability to have orgasms. Her clitoris had been stimulated to quivering anticipation by watching their clitorial and penial nerves overloaded with pain and destroyed. Just thinking about that was creating desire again.
She knew she had to come back to Dejain as soon as she could afford it. Only next time just watching did not seem like it would be enough.
Now a year later Inessa was back on Dejain to do just that. Inessa had talked to the Cybele Casino manager several weeks ago.
"So you are interested in the Attis game?" the manger asked.
"Yes sir," Inessa said.
"Are you familiar with the game?" he asked.
"I saw a show a year ago," she replied.
"I see," the manager said. "And why are you interested?"
"The money," she lied. "I was told you paid appearance money."
She didn't want to tell him she had to do it.
"We do pay appearance money," the manager said. "And in your case, I think we can arrange something you will find very generous."
She smiled at him and sat up straight to push her small breasts out as much as possible.
"I'm hoping you will be generous," she said. "I'm considering some other offers too."
That was stretching it a bit. She had some appointments at other casinos, but didn't have an offer from anyone.
"I'm sure you will get some other offers," the manager said. "And I'm sure we can make you a better offer. So how much do you know about Attis Dice?"
"Well, I saw the show at your casino," she said.
"Yes," the manager said. "The origins of the game go deep back into Dejain tradition. Today the government strictly regulates the game. We are allowed five intensity levels. Those intensity levels are very precisely prescribed by the government. Level one is very uncomfortable. It will take you a few days to recover from a level one ordeal. The higher levels are exponentially more painful. Level five is not only extremely painful, it can cause permanent loss of nerve response in the area."
Inessa had heard this phase 'permanent loss of nerve response' many times. She knew it meant no more orgasms.
"While the government proscribes the five levels," the manager continued. "It does not proscribe the probabilities of each level. Each casino has its own set of rules. Here at the Cybele we have one of the milder probability distributions. Now you understand that the customers want to see level five. Did you see a level five ordeal?"
"Yes, I did," she said. "Both a man and woman."
The idea that they had risked that much pain and that now their penis and clitoris were permanently damaged so that they would never be able to enjoy the pleasure of sex again made her heart race.
"Then you understand what the risks are in the game?" the manager asked.
"Yes," she said. "I understand."
"Good," the manager said. "Now, Inessa, we are required by law to screen applicants to make sure they really understand the game."
"Yes," she said.
"That means you must have previously entered a game, which you haven't," the manager said. "Or you have a certificate that you have been subjected to a one half level ordeal. Do you have such a certificate?"
"No," she said. "I didn't realize I had to take an ordeal before I could even enter the game."
"It is a government requirement," the manager said. "But it is only one half the intensity of a full level one ordeal. It is so the contestants have a more real idea what they are getting into before entering the game."
"I see," she said.
"Would you be prepared to take a one half level ordeal today?" the manger asked.
"Well, I hadn't really planned on it," she said.
"We really cannot go forward with the arrangements until you have the certificate," the manager said.
It was very expensive to stay on Dejain, so she could not afford to drag this out.
"Yes," she said, raising her chin up. "I could do it today."
"Good," the manager said. "Then let me take you down to the theater. We can talk some more afterwards."
He led her from his office to the backstage area of the theater, where he introduced her to another man.
"This is Inessa," the manager said. "She is interested in the Attis games. She needs a standard certificate."
The other man looked up and down Inessa's body and then nodded his head.
"I assume you are aware how much this is going to hurt," he said.
"I saw the Attis game here once," she said. "But I'm not really sure."
"It is only half intensity," the man said. "But it will hurt beyond anything you could ever imagine."
"Ok," she said. "I was expecting it would."
"Then you won't be disappointed," the man said. "You will need to undress completely, and shave all your public hair, if you have any. You may use the room over there."
He pointed to a door. Inessa entered what looked like a small dressing room. There were several special shaving razors on the counter. She quickly undressed and selected one of the razors. She was neatly trimmed, but she guessed that didn't cut it here. She would need to shave it all off. The razor was quick and only took a minute. She inspected her now naked pussy. She thought it looked nice. She looked around for a robe, but found none. She guessed she would have to walk out naked. She opened the door and looked around. There was nobody in sight. She stepped out and still didn't see anyone. She slowly walked back towards the entrance.
"Are you ready now, Inessa," the man said.
She turned around to see the same man coming out of an office.
"Yes," she said.
"Then come in here," the man said pointing to another door.
She entered a large room with a big reclining chair of the type she remembered the players using from the show.
"Can you get into the chair," the man said.
She climbed into the chair. It felt cold on her naked back. The back of the chair was inclined quite far back and there were two foot rests that came out at a very wide angle. She put her legs up on the two legs supports. They forced her to spread her legs very wide completely exposing her pussy.
The man walked between her legs and examined her pussy.
"First we will strap you into the chair," he said reaching over to pull straps around my ankles. Then he strapped Inessa's hands to the back of the chair. She was now helpless and could not escape.
"Ok, we will put a small device in your anus and vagina," the man said. "These will conduct away the energy we are focusing on your clitoris."
"Ok," she said.
The man picked up a small golden rod with a cable leading away from it. He spread some greasy lubricant on it and then slid it slowly into her anus. It felt very uncomfortable. Next he took another slightly bigger cylinder with a cable on it and spread a different lubricant on it. He pushed it into her vagina, which was now dripping wet. It slid easily into her vagina.
"Now I'm going to fasten this clip around your clitoris and vaginal lips," he said. "This clip will act as a conductor and we will attach the focusing devices to it. This will hurt a little, but just a tiny bit compared to what is to come."
He pulled out on her clit and slipped the clamp on from the top. It felt uncomfortable, but she found it easily bearable.
"Ok," he said. "Now this is the focusing device. It is this little bead that really does all the damage."
He slipped it on to the clip and positioned the bead right on top of Inessa's clitoris.
"Now the energy that causes all the pain flows from that bead and the clip, through your clitoris," the man said. "The energy flows down the clitoris nerves that run around you vagina and exits from the dildo in your vagina and to some extent the rod in your anus."
"Ok," Inessa said, not sure she wanted to listen to any more of the science of the Attis pain machine.
"Now we will attach the external probes," the man said. "These are mostly just for show. They produce a lot of sparks, but it is mostly just to entertain the audience. They don't really hurt you."
"Oh," Inessa said. When she had watched the show, she thought the flashing bolts of blue and yellow energy were what caused the pain. Now it turns out they were just a light show for the audience. The real pain was caused by invisible energy. Even if the cause was invisible, the pain was real.
The man now went over to a control panel and checked a lot of control settings.
"Ok, all set," the man said. "Are you ready miss?"
"Ready? I don't think anyone can ever be ready for this," Inessa said.
"That is probably true," the man chuckled.
"Just throw the damn switch and get it over with," Inessa said.
"As you wish, Madam," the man said. He turned and hit a button on the control panel.
The pain instantly shot through Inessa's clit and spread through out her groin region. Inessa screamed and twisted against her bounds. The pain pulsated up and down in intensity and Inessa felt strong contractions of the muscles around her pelvis. Each upward pulsation of the pain seemed to go slightly higher and the muscles would contract more.
As suddenly as it had started, it stopped. Inessa was very sore, and exhausted. Her clit was extremely sore, but the whole pelvic region was generally sore. Inessa shook her head to try to clear it.
The man was unfastening the restraints on the chair, releasing her hands and legs.
"Take it easy," the man said. "Let me get you disconnected."
The man removed the external probes first. Then he very gently removed the bead from her clit. Her clit was very sore and sensitive. He slid the clip off her vagina lips, and pulled the dildos from her vagina and anus.
"There now," the man said. "How are you feeling?"
"I just had my naughty bits zapped. What do you think?" Inessa said.
"I expect you're sore," the man said.
"I'm naked in front of a strange man, my clit is sore as all get out, my muscles are sore, and did I mention I just got my naughty bits zapped?"
"The soreness will be much better tomorrow," the man said. "And you should be completely recovered in a couple of days."
"I hope so," Inessa said.
"You can try to get up now," the man said.
Inessa lowered her legs off the supports and slowly stood up. As she stood up she realized how stiff her thigh muscles were. She slowly took a couple of awkward steps and then walked stiffly towards the door.
"You can go get dressed now," the man said. "Oh, and there is a shower in the dressing room, if you want to use it."
Inessa looked out the door but didn't see anyone. She walked as quickly as her sore legs could carry her to the dressing room.
Inessa decided she wanted to take a shower. The warm water in the shower made her feel better. At least she felt cleaner. After she was dressed, she left the dressing room.
"You can go back up to the managers office," the man said from another room. "Do you know the way?"
"I'm not sure," Inessa said.
"I'll call someone to take you there," the man said.
A few minutes later, Inessa was back in the manager's office.
"So, Inessa, what did you think," the manager asked.
"It hurt like hell," Inessa said. "But it was supposed to, wasn't it?"
"Yes it was," the manager said. "But that was only the lobby to hell. The real thing has five levels and even the first level is more intense than what you just experienced."
"I know," Inessa said.
"And you are still interested in being a contestant?" the manager asked.
Inessa paused for a moment. She had never really thought about this question. She had decided months ago that she had to do it. Had this little taste of what an Attis ordeal was really like changed anything? She had always known it was unimaginably intense pain, but now she was not relying just on her imagination. As the manager had said, she had seen the lobby of hell. Did that change her mind?
"Yes," Inessa finally said. "I knew all along it would be something like that."
The manager stared at Inessa.
"I get ten or fifteen woman a week in here," the manager said. "Some are burned out sex workers. Some are just truly desperate for money. Some are depressed and suicidal. A few are submissives ordered to do it by their masters, and a few are thrill seekers. Ninety percent of them change their mind before or after the half level ordeal. We've done a standard background check on you, just to make sure you are not a criminal or suicidal you understand. We are required by law to make those kinds of checks. I know you are not desperate for money and you are not a submissive, so you must be a thrill seeker. Every other woman I have talked with who wanted to do it just for the thrill, gave up."
"I'm not doing it for the thrill," Inessa said.
"Well, you're not doing it for the money either," the manager said. "So why are you doing it?"
"Why does it matter?" Inessa asked.
"Well, a young, wholesome, attractive woman such as yourself is very rare here," the manager said. "We could feature your picture in marketing for the show. We could charge premium admission prices. We could give poor odds and make lots of money from the betting. It could be very profitable for you as well as the casino."
"I think I deserve a big appearance fee then," Inessa said.
"Oh, you do," the manager said. "We can really do all those things, if you are not going to let us down. That is why it is important for me to understand why."
"You think I'm going to chicken out at the last minute?" Inessa said. "I'm a very determined girl. When I decide I want to do something, I don't give up easily."
"I can see that," the manager said. "But I need to understand why you are so determined."
"I don't see why it matters," Inessa said.
"This is a delicate topic," the manager said. "Legally I am not allowed to ask you whether you plan to drop out of the game after the first ordeal or play for the million credit prize. We are legally allowed to offer more appearance money if you choose to play for the million credit prize, but we are not allowed to ask whether you will, or make any contract with that requirement. If we build a marketing campaign around you and charge higher admission, and you drop out after the first ordeal, our customers will feel cheated."
"Oh," Inessa said.
In her mind Inessa had told herself over and over that she was going to drop out after the first ordeal. Inessa was a smart girl and she knew that was the smart thing to do. She just wasn't sure it was what she was going to do.
"I haven't really decided," Inessa said.
"I understand," the manager said. "But I'm not asking that. I'm asking why you want to do it?"
Inessa looked down for a minute. She didn't know how she could explain what watching that show had done to her.
"It is hard for me to understand," she said. "Much less explain. I just know I have to do it."
"Have to do it?" the manager said. "Who is forcing you to do it?"
"Nobody is forcing me," Inessa said. "It's a feeling inside me. I can't explain it."
"A feeling?" the manager said.
"Yeah, it doesn't really make sense," Inessa said. "That's why I can't explain it."
"You don't need to be embarrassed about your feelings," the manager said. "Do you find the idea of the Attis game really erotic?"
"No," Inessa said. "Not really...It's more complicated."
The manager stared at Inessa.
"Do you feel guilty about enjoying the show?" the manager asked.
Inessa looked down at the floor for several seconds, before raising her head.
"I guess you could say that," Inessa said.
"So then this is a punishment for enjoying the show?" the manager asked.
"No," Inessa said. "Not really. I watched two people do a level five ordeal, and I enjoyed it, found it very ...er...stimulating."
"That's normal," the manager said. "Most people find it 'stimulating.' That's why they pay so much to watch the show."
"But the memories of watching them, has stimulated me in exactly the way they can't anymore," Inessa said.
"That is normal," the manager said. "And you could always come back and watch the show again. You don't need to be guilty for enjoying it. They knew what the odds were when they entered the game. They lost and you enjoyed watching it."
"It's like they gambled and lost, but I won a little of what they lost just by watching," Inessa said. "Something inside me tells me that is wrong. Something inside me tells me I must make the same bet they did, before I can win."
The manager paused studying Inessa.
"I think we can make you a very generous offer," the manager said. "We will need to take some publicity pictures to promote you. Are you OK with that?"
And they did make an extremely generous offer, but Inessa did not care about the money. She was concerned about what might happen to her tonight. It was possible she might win the million credits, but Inessa was a smart girl and did not expect to be that lucky. She was hoping for a level one or two ordeal that would leave her sore for days or weeks. The people she had seen endure a lower level ordeal seemed to be able to walk off the stage in only somewhat worse shape than she had been after the one half level ordeal. She had completely recovered from that in a couple of days.
What was causing the tightness in Inessa's stomach was the thought that last night might have been her last orgasm. She might never experience that pleasurable pain that washes the body clean of desire again. That was the risk she had to take. These people standing in line here would be cheering and betting that her clitoral nerve would be burned away by unimaginable pain. Inessa had enjoyed watching a man and woman suffer that fate. Now she was going to pay the universe back for that experience by risking it herself.
Inessa began walking briskly towards the back of the casino and the back stage entrance. The casino was full of people gambling their money, risking it on the roll of a dice, the spin of a wheel or the turn of card. It is alleged that a gambling addict gets a sexual like thrill from risking money. She was going to risk a lot more than just money on the roll of the dice. The thought crossed Inessa's mind that perhaps she was a different kind of gambling addict, but she told herself no. She just had to do it this one time.
Inessa reached the back stage entrance, where the guard recognized her and let her enter. She was quickly led to a dressing room. Inessa took off all her clothes and put on a robe. The makeup and hairdressers came in to do their last minute touch ups, including a quick save of all her body hair. They explained this was very important for safety.
"Inessa, if you're ready, you can come to the waiting room," a man at the door said.
Still wearing her robe, Inessa got up and followed him to another room. There were about ten other people sitting around on comfortable padded chairs and couches. All were dressed in similar white robes. Inessa sat down on a couch with an older woman.
"You are Inessa," the woman said. "Aren't you?"
"Yes," Inessa said. "With my picture all over the lobby and the hair, I guess that's obvious."
"I'm Rachel," the woman said.
Inessa could feel her stomach muscles getting tight.
"I guess you know this is my first time," Inessa said. "What about you, Rachel?"
"Oh, I've lost track," Rachel said. "Maybe my fifteenth or sixteenth time."
"Wow," Inessa said.
"But I always drop out," Rachel said.
"Oh," Inessa said. "Have you ever been zapped?"
"Once," Rachel said. "A level two. I swore never to come back again, but I did anyway."
"How come?" Inessa said.
"I need the money," Rachel said. "The appearance fees keep getting smaller and smaller here, but it's still better than nothing."
"Oh," Inessa said.
"Now if I was your age and had your body," Rachel said. "I could command a real fee. Of course, if I had your looks, I could make so much money as a stripper, I wouldn't have to do this."
"Are you a stripper?" Inessa asked.
"I still work a little," Rachel said. "But I'm too old for it. When you're thirty you're basically washed up as a stripper."
"I didn't realize that," Inessa said.
Rachel stood up and opened her robe wide. She was still in good shape, but her body was beginning to show the first signs of middle age. She had wide hips and large breasts that sagged a lot.
"Yeah," Rachel said, sitting back down. "I'm looking for a second career or a nice rich husband. Problem is it was so easy to make money as a stripper, I never learned to do anything else."
"You still look in good shape to me," Inessa said.
"Thank you," Rachel said. "I'm curious, what's your story?"
"You mean why am I doing this?" Inessa said.
"Yeah," Rachel said. "I gather you are playing till you get zapped or win."
"What makes you think that?" Inessa said.
"That life size picture of you in a designer dress in the lobby," Rachel said. "They wouldn't do that if you weren't."
"I never promised them I would," Inessa said.
"Well there is going to be a lot of angry customers if you don't," Rachel said.
"We'll see," Inessa said. "Do you know many other people here?"
Rachel looked around.
"Yeah, I know five or six of the filler players," Rachel said.
"Filler?" Inessa said.
"Players they know are dropping out," Rachel said.
"Oh," Inessa said.
"All the women here are filler players, except you and the women over in the corner," Rachel said.
Inessa looked at the women in corner.
"I saw her earlier," Rachel said. "She's an owned women."
"Owned?" Inessa said.
"BDSM submissive," Rachel said.
"Oh," Inessa replied. "One of those. You think she is going all the way?"
"Maybe," Rachel said. "Sometimes they do, but not always."
"What about the men?" Inessa asked.
"A couple of fillers," Rachel said. "Most of the rest will probably go for it."
"So you figure it's me against them," Inessa said. "With maybe the sub woman."
"Are you some actress?" Rachel said.
"No," Inessa said. "Why did you think that?"
"Well, the only young, beautiful women I've ever heard of doing this were like D-List actresses trying to break into the big time," Rachel said.
"That's not me," Inessa said.
"Then what's your story?" Rachel asked. "You ducked that question before."
Inessa stared for a few seconds.
"It's hard to say," Inessa said. "I heard about this as a teenager, and knew I had to see it. I saw a show a year ago, and I knew then that I had to enter."
"You're kidding me," Rachel said. "You saw people get zapped and you decided you wanted to get zapped too?"
"It's way more complicated," Inessa said. "I just know I have to do it."
"Well good luck," Rachel said. "I assume you know what the odds are?"
"I understand the risks," Inessa said.
"A friend I know who is into math told me if I drop out, I have less than one chance in five hundred of ...," Rachel said.
"Excuse me ladies," a young man who just entered said. "But your Inessa, right?"
Inessa looked up at the young man in a robe.
"Yes," Inessa said.
"I'm Zack," he said. "I've really wanted to meet you since I saw your picture."
"Well thank you," Inessa said.
"I take it we are going to be competing for the big prize?" Zack said.
"I guess so," Inessa replied.
"I'd wish you luck," Zack said. "But only one of us here can win, and I'm really hoping it's me."
"I understand," Inessa said. Strangely, Inessa never hoped to win. She was just hoping to escape with the nerves in her clitoris still functioning.
"So you're in it for the money?" Inessa said.
"Darn right," Zack said. "Aren't you?"
"I guess," Inessa said, not wanting to explain her real motives to this young man.
"Can I join you ladies," Zack said.
The waiting room had been filling up, and there were not many remaining places. Inessa scooted over next to Rachel and made room for Zack on the end.
"So you were saying something about odds," Inessa said to Rachel.
"Oh, yeah," Rachel said. "The odds of the big zap are less than 500 to 1 for the filler players like me, but if you go for the big prize, its almost one in three."
Inessa was surprised. She knew the odds went up, but she hadn't realized they went up that much.
"Well, I got the balls to go for it," Zack said. "Do you have the balls, Inessa?"
Inessa turned and looked at Zack.
"As you will see for yourself in a few minutes," Inessa said. "I don't have balls, and I don't suffer from testosterone poisoning either."
"Ouch," Zack said. "Sorry, didn't mean to offend you."
"No offense taken," Inessa said. "Just an anatomical fact."
"If you are playing for the big one here tonight," Zack said. "Then you have huge balls, no matter what the anatomy book says."
"Hey Zack," another young man said.
"Ned," Zack said. "Glad to see you made it. Thought you might be chickening out."
"No way," Ned said. "Just running late."
"This is Inessa," Zack said.
"Nice to meet you Ned," Inessa replied.
"And I didn't get your name," Zack said looking at Rachel.
"I'm Rachel," she said.
Ned shook her hands.
"So are you girls going for the cool mill too," Ned asked.
"We'll see," Inessa said.
"I think Inessa is going for it," Zack said. "Not sure about Rachel though."
"I'm what they call a filler," Rachel said. "Just fill out the line up, drop out after the first person gets zapped."
"What's the point in that?" Ned asked.
"I get an appearance fee," Rachel said. "Not much, but enough to pay the bills for a few months anyway."
"Ah, I get it," Ned said. Then turning to Zack, Ned asked "Do we get an appearance fee?"
"Got me," said Zack. "I didn't read the contract."
"What about you Inessa?" Ned asked.
"I get an appearance fee," Inessa said. "More if I play to the end."
"You mean we get a paid even if we lose?" Ned asked.
Rachel laughed. "You really should've read that contract before you signed it. I'm sure you get something. Probably not much."
"Next time," Zack said.
Inessa looked at Ned and Zack. If Rachel was right that the odds of a level 5 were one in 3, then for one of us there would be no possibility of a next time.
"Hey, over there is that guy we met last night," Ned said.
Zack stood up and looked.
"Hey, Hexal, how are you doing," Zack yelled across the room.
"Fine, Zack," Hexal responded, walking over to the couch.
"Hexal, this is Inessa," Zack said. "Inessa meet Hexal."
"Hi," Inessa smiled at the rather nice looking young man.
"Hey, can I meet Inessa too?" another young man asked.
"This is Geom," Hexal said.
"Nice to meet you," Inessa smiled.
Hexal was rather good looking Inessa thought, but Geom looked boyish. He must be at least twenty, but he didn't look it.
"I want to let you know that you make this game even more exciting," Hexal said.
"How so?" Inessa asked.
"Just competing against you," Hexal said. "God, even if I get completely fried, it will have been worth to compete against a hot young thing like yourself."
"Well, thank you," Inessa said. She guessed that was meant as a complement.
"So how were those chicks you picked up last night," Hexal asked, turning to Zack and Ned.
"Hot," said Zack. "After we told them we were competing in the Attis game, they fucked our brains out."
"Right on," Hexal said.
Inessa wonder. If a young man approached her, telling her that he was entering the Attis games the next day, would that make her want to have sex with him, knowing it might be his last time? Would Inessa want to be remembered as the young man's last sex partner?
Inessa wasn't sure, but she had picked up two young men in a bar the night before, and spent most of the evening having sex with first one and then the other until they were all totally exhausted. She had never done anything like that before in her life, and she had not told them about the Attis game. She just visited a couple of bars and clubs until she spotted two young men by themselves that caught her fancy. She had just walked right up to them, introduced herself, and asked them back to her room for a drink. They didn't need to be asked twice.
Inessa had never tried that before, but now she couldn't help but wonder if that would be her last time. Two young men whose names she could not even remember. She hopped not.
"Ok everyone, listen up," a man announced. "Time to get ready for the show. I want everyone to line up in the order you will be announced. That order is posted on either side of the door as we go out, so check your number and form a line back stage in that order. You can keep your robes on until you are announced. Any questions?"
This was it, Inessa thought. The moment she had been looking forward to with dread.
The man headed out the door and everyone followed. It took a few minutes for everyone to find their number and get out of the room. Inessa was not surprised to find her name was the last one on the list.
Inessa went to the end of the line. A tall, well built young man stood in line in front of her.
"You must be Inessa," the big man said. "I'm Grigor."
"Nice to meet you," Inessa said. "Good luck."
"Thanks," Grigor said. "Best of luck to you too. You need it more than I do. I'm just a filler."
"Oh," Inessa said. "Good luck anyway."
A man was standing at the front of the line. The players took off their robs and handed it to this man just before an unseen voice announced each player and they would run out onto the stage.
As the line grew shorter, the knot in Inessa stomach grew tighter.
When Grigor finally handed his robe the attendant, Inessa could see that he looked like a body builder. He ran on stage to noticeably louder applause.
Inessa removed her robe and handed it to the attendant. She felt awkward, standing naked next to this man with several other men standing around nearby. Then, she realized what was most awkward. None of them were paying any attention to her. They were all busy with their jobs and did not have time to stare at Inessa's naked body.
Then the announcer called her name. This was it. Inessa ran out onto the stage. The lights were very bright, making it hard to see the audience, but she could clearly hear the applause and yelling as she ran out to center of the stage. Inessa knew there were people out there, thousand of people, staring at her naked body. She could feel her modest breasts bouncing up and down as she ran. She had expected it would be hard to stand naked in front of this many people, but the lights hide the people and made it easier.
Inessa smiled and bowed to the audience, then ran over to the last unoccupied reclining chairs on stage. There were two men to help her up into the chair. Although the lights were hot, the chair still felt cold on Inessa's naked back. Inessa spread her legs very wide to get them onto the footrests. One of the men quickly set about strapping Inessa's arms, legs and body to the chair, while the other man inserted the anal and vaginal probes. The anal probe felt uncomfortable.
The audience continued to yell and make noise. The man then slipped the clip over Inessa's clitoris and labia lips. Inessa did not wince at the mild discomfort. She knew it was coming. The man then slid the small bead onto the clip and pushed back the clitoral hood so the bead could rest directly on the clitoris.
Inessa thought this bead would be what inflicted the real pain. Hopefully it would just inflict unbearable pain, but if the dice were unlucky, Inessa knew it could do more. That was probably why the audience was cheering Inessa thought. Hoping that tonight, stimulated by Inessa's suffering, they could go home and experience that secret pleasurable pain that drains away your desires, knowing that Inessa would never know that pleasure again.
Inessa knew the risk she was taking. She was hoping for just a brief, intense, unbearable pain that would wash away her guilt and let her enjoy the secret pleasure of life with a clear conscious. It was a gamble she had to take.
The man had now attached the external probes to provide the audience with its light show. He carefully checked the probes alignment one last time and then ran off stage.
"Welcome to the Cybele Theater Attis Dice game," the unseen announcer said. The audience roared.
"We have a very special show for you tonight," the announcer continued. "These sixteen contestants will be competing for a special prize tonight. They do not even know it, but instead of the usual one million credit prize, tonight only we have an extra special five million credit prize."
The audience roared its approval. Inessa was surprised. No one had said anything about increasing the prize money for the winner. Were they expecting this increased prize money to lure some of the filler players to play on?
"Ok, ladies and gentleman," the announcer continued. "In exactly one minute the game will begin. Place your bets before the clock gets to zero."
There were a number of clocks around the theater, all counting down together. Inessa turned her head left and right to see the other players. Although the stage was slightly curved, Inessa could not really make out the players other than Grigor on one side and another young man she had not met on the other.
Inessa looked down at her body. Leaning back in this chair, her breasts looked even smaller than normal, but her nipples were rock hard.
"Just fifteen seconds left to place your bets," the announcer said.
Inessa felt her stomach muscles getting tight. This was it. Inessa felt totally helpless. Her future was in fates hand, and there was nothing she could do.
The clock reached zero and lights began to flash all over the stage. The display in front of Inessa showed she had rolled four. On the display above for the point roll, numbers flashed by and then the display stopped on seven.
Bursts of energy exploded all over the stage on both sides of Inessa. The audience applauded and screamed its approval. The young man Inessa had not met next to her was screaming in agony. Inessa glanced up at a large screen that was flashing the results. Four players were receiving a level one ordeal. The screen listed the names. The only name Inessa recognized was Ned. So Ned was out of the game already. At least he only got a level one ordeal.
The level one ordeal was fairly short. Men were on the stage releasing the young man next to Inessa. He stood up a little unsteadily and then waved to the audience and walk back off the stage. Inessa saw Ned, and a young woman helped off the stage too.
"Are you playing on," a man asked Inessa from the other side.
Inessa turned to face the stagehand. Behind him she could see Grigor getting out of his chair. Inessa knew she should say no, she should quit having taken this small risk, but she knew she could not. She would never have a clean conscious until she had taken the same risk the man and women had a year ago.
"Yes," Inessa said. "I am playing on."
And leaving my future to the fates, Inessa thought.
Stage crews were now busily pushing the chairs off the stage for the players that lost and for the filler players who had quit while they were ahead. Someone came and moved Inessa's chair a little to the right as all the remaining players were pushed to the center of the stage.
On her right Inessa found Zack, who smiled when Inessa glanced at him. On her left was the submissive woman Rachel had pointed out.
"Ladies and gentleman," the announcer said. "We now have eight remaining players, three woman and five men."
Inessa looked up at the summary screen. Who was the third woman? On the list of players she saw Rachel. Rachel had said she was just a filler player. Had the five million credit prize convinced her to play on this time?
"We are now ready for the second round," the announcer said. "You have one minute to place your bets."
Inessa looked left and right but could not see Rachel on the stage. She noted that the screen listed Hexal and Geom along with Zack as still in the game. She did not recognize the other two men's names.
The count down clock was at thirty seconds. This roll would be much more dangerous than the first. As there were fewer players left in the game, the odds of the more severe ordeals went up. When there were only two players left, the odds of a level five ordeal were very high.
"Fifteen seconds left to place your bets," the announcer said.
Inessa wondered how much money was being bet on her clitoris being fried away on this roll of the dice.
The clock reached zero and the lighted displays flashed. Inessa rolled a six.
The screen displaying the point roll flashed numbers and then displayed five.
Instantly the stage was lit up with burst of blue and yellow energy bolts. Inessa glanced at the summary screen and recoiled in horror. Three players had lost level five ordeals on only the second roll. The energy bolts crackled next to Inessa. She realized the submissive woman was having her clitoral nerve burned away right next to her. Inessa focused on the summary screen. Geom and another man she did not know were being made impotent too.
The woman next to her was screaming in agony, but Inessa could hear the audience cheering wildly and yelling its approval. Inessa wondered what would have been the ordeal level for her number, six. The screens did not tell her.
This game is insane, Inessa thought. The boyish Geom, who looked like he may have never even known the pleasure of a woman's company, was being made impotent.
Insessa tried to calm herself down. If the odds were one in three of a level five ordeal, and three of the eight players had already gotten a level five ordeal, then the odds of the remaining players must be better than one in three. At least Inessa hoped that was true.
The level five ordeals ended in the spectacular light show as the energy bolts shot high into the air.
Stagehands ran onto the stage to help the unfortunate losers off the stage. The woman next to Inessa was totally unconscious and had to be carried off the stage. Inessa saw Geom and another man carried off the stage too.
More stagehands pushed the chairs around and Inessa now found Hexal on her left and Zack on her right.
"Ladies and gentleman we are now ready for round 3 of Attis Dice, with five players," the announcer said. "You have one minute to place your bets."
The countdown clocks started again. Inessa knew that the odds were even worse now. She found herself actually hoping to be eliminated this round, although not as finally eliminated as the three players had been last round.
She glanced at Zack, who flashed her a smile. Inessa turned the other way and Hexal smiled at her too.
Inessa felt totally helpless as the countdown clock reached zero. Her roll display flashed and showed seven. Inessa did not like that number.
The point display was flashing numbers and settled on eight.
Blue and yellow energy bolts flashed to Inessa's left. Inessa looked up at the screen and was relived to see that it was only a level three ordeal. She did not recognize the name, which made Inessa feel better. It was not someone she had met.
Then Inessa realized with only four players left her odds were even worse. The penalties would be slanted even more towards the most severe. Why hadn't she lost this level three ordeal? Were her odds still one in three? Inessa suddenly realized her odds of winning must be one in four now. Could that possibly be?
Inessa looked down at her still very hard nipples. She wished she could put clamps on those nipples to distract her from the tension. As Inessa stared at her hard nipples she remembered the second of her life changing experiences. She had been seventeen when she first discovered nipple clamps. She had heard about them and bought a pair at a specialty shop. She stood naked in front of her full-length mirror, gently squeezing her nipples as she worked up her courage. She could only stand the pain for a few seconds, but that was all it took. Inessa understood the power of the clamps. In only a few painful seconds they had aroused her. The clamps had deepened Inessa's appreciation of the relationship between pain and pleasure.
If she lost the next roll, the pain in her clitoris would not be pleasurable, but Inessa still longed for her nipple clamps.
The young man's ordeal was over and he was being helped off the stage. He could barely walk and was held up by two big men. Another man now pushed Rachel over next to Hexal. Inessa's eyes met Rachel, questioning why she was still here. Rachel smiled and turned back towards the audience. It was just the four of them now.
"Ladies and gentleman we are now ready for round 4 of Attis Dice, with four players," the announcer said. "You have one minute to place your bets."
The countdown clocks started again.
Inessa looked at Zack and Hexal on either side of her. With only four contestants left, Inessa was guessing the odds were worse than one in three now.
As clock ticked down, Inessa remembered the life changing experience of combining nipple clamps with her other secret pleasure. She had experimented for weeks to get to the point where she could stand the nipple clamps for 20 minutes. Alone in her bed she attached the nipple clamps and began to rub her clit. The longer she wore the nipple clamps, the duller the pain in her nipples became. After a few minutes the nipple clamps were only a dull reminder, but her clit was beginning to come to life. As her orgasm approached, Inessa felt her nipples become more sensitive. As the pleasurable pain exploded out of her clit and spread in ripples over her body, her nipples exploded in intense pain too. The orgasm made the pain in her nipples more intense and the pain in her nipples made her orgasm more intense. Inessa had discovered that each pain magnified the other, and combining the two multiplied her pleasure.
Inessa knew the pain here would not multiple her pleasure. She was just hoping it would not permanently cancel her pleasure.
The clock reached zero, and numbers flashed on her roll display and settled on nine. She tensed her body in anticipation. The point display showed five.
Nothing happened.
Everyone had escaped this round.
"Ladies and gentleman we are now ready for round 5 of Attis Dice, with four players," the announcer said. "You have one minute to place your bets."
The rounds would continue until the dice had claimed all its victims. Would this be the round the dice claimed her, Inessa wondered.
Inessa could barely make out the audience because of the bright lights, but she could see people at the front tables people inserting their ID tags into the betting terminals. Were they betting on her? Were they betting for her to lose this round? Were they betting she would get the ultimate ordeal?
A fat well dressed man at the table in front of her looked right at Inessa, and then shoved his tag into the betting terminal. From the look in his eye, Inessa was sure he was betting that Inessa's clit would be fried this round.
The clock reached zero again, and the numbers flashed on her display, stopping at three. Three was probably a good number, a low level ordeal with this small number of players left.
The point board flashed and stopped at eight.
Nothing happened.
Everyone had survived again.
"Ladies and gentleman we are now ready for round 6 of Attis Dice, with four players," the announcer said. "You have one minute to place your bets."
The audience groaned and murmurs found there way to the stage. Inessa guessed a lot of people had lost money on the continued survival of her cit. Good Inessa thought. Keep betting against my clit. I'll show you.
Of course, Inessa knew that her fate was entirely in the hands of the dice. She was totally helpless, locked into this chair.
Inessa looked down at the tables nearest her. The fat man was eying her again. When he made eye contact he smiled, and placed his tag into the betting machine. My god, Inessa thought. He wants me to know he is betting against me, betting that my clit will be destroyed.
The clock reached zero again. The numbers flashed, and this time stopping on nine. The point display flashed and the numbers slowly stopped displaying three.
A bolt of energy flashed on Hexal's chair next to Inessa. Inessa looked up at the summary display. It was just a level two ordeal. Inessa felt good. Hexal would be sore for a few days, but he would be all right. He would still be a man.
Inessa could hear Hexal scream in agony and the audience was cheering, but the cheering seemed half hearted. The audience had been hopping for a level five. A level two at this point was a disappointment. Probably almost no one had bet on that low an ordeal at this point in the game.
Inessa didn't care. The audience had already witnessed a young woman and two young men sexually destroyed. They had gotten their money's worth tonight.
Hexal's ordeal was finally over. Men unfastened Hexal from his chair and helped him to his feet. He walked unsteadily off the stage with the support of a large man. The audience gave him a round of applause, even if they were disappointed his ordeal had not made him impotent.
The men pushed Inessa's chair next to Rachel.
"Ladies and gentleman we are now ready for round 7 of Attis Dice, with three players," the announcer said. "You have one minute to place your bets."
Hexal had been lucky. Would Inessa be that lucky? She could hope.
Inessa looked over at Rachel. She smiled. There was so much audience noise in addition to the music it would be hard to say anything to Rachel.
Inessa mouthed, "Why?"
Rachel smiled at her and mouthed, "I want it."
Why would Rachel want to do this? The 5 million credits?
Inessa mouthed, "Don't."
Rachel smiled again, and mouthed, "I've decided."
Inessa mouthed, "No."
The clock reached zero. The number flashed and stopped at ten. That sounded to Inessa like a safe number at this point.
The point display flashed and stopped at nine. Close, but not this time. Nothing happened. The dice had missed everyone.
"Ladies and gentleman we are now ready for round 8 of Attis Dice, with three players," the announcer said. "You have one minute to place your bets."
The clock began its count down. Was this the roll that would finish her off, Inessa wondered. Inessa had never expected to get this far in the game. She remembered the pain of the clamps on her nipples had such magic powers to stimulate her pussy. One night Inessa had decided to try to apply the clamp directly on her pussy, but not just anywhere. Inessa put it right on her clit. The pain was intense. Inessa could only stand it for a 15 or 20 seconds. When she took them off. Her clit was sore. In spite of the soreness or perhaps because of it, Inessa was able to gently massage her clit to an incredibly intense orgasm.
The next morning her clit was still a little sore, but by the second day, it seemed fully recovered. Inessa had to try it again, but longer this time. Inessa promised herself she would do it for five minutes. It was hard to stand it for that long, but Inessa did it, and the orgasm afterwards was incredible. It took a couple of days to fully recover, but Inessa loved it. More pain made the pleasure to follow that much more intense.
Inessa realized that was why she was here. She was hoping for a pain in her clit that would make the pleasure to follow sublime. But would there be any pleasure to follow? Would this pain leave her clit numb and lifeless?
The clock reached zero. The number flashed and stopped at four. The point display flashed. The numbers slowed and settled at four!
Yellow energy bolts exploded from Inessa's pussy and the incredibly intense pain exploded out of Inessa's clit and spread through pussy. All the muscles in her body seem to try to contract at once. Inessa screamed and tried to twist against her bonds. The energy pulsated up and down, growing in intensity. Inessa's clit felt like it was on fire, literally burning up. Was this a level five? Inessa could not make her eyes focus anymore. With each rising pulse of pain, she twisted and cried out. Inessa's whole world consisted of her clit and the pain. Inessa no longer cared if there was any feeling left in her clit. She just wanted the pain to stop. Her clit seemed like a small price to pay to stop the pain, but the pain did not stop. It just grew more intense. Each pulse reaching a higher peak than the last. Then Inessa passed out.
Inessa vaguely remembered being carried off the stage. She remembered waking up in a hospital with people in white around her. They quickly gave her some drugs to put her back to sleep.
When Inessa woke up, she was in a bed in a darkened room. She looked around. She was hooked up to various monitors. Her whole pussy was incredibly sore and all the muscles in her body ached. A nurse came into the room.
"I see you are awake," the nurse said. "How do you feel?"
"Sore all over," Inessa replied.
"That is to be expected," the nurse said. "You are very lucky that you are only sore. In a week or so you will feel better."
"Lucky?" Inessa asked. She certainly didn't feel lucky.
"Yes," the nurse said. "Lucky you only got a level four. You will recover. Not every one from the Cybele was so lucky."
"I know," Inessa said. The submissive woman, Geom and the other young man would never fully recover. Suddenly, Inessa remembered Rachel.
"What about Rachel?" Inessa asked.
"I don't remember a Rachel," the nurse said. "Only a young man came in after you."
"Zack?" Inessa asked.
"Yes, that sounds right," the nurse said checking some of the monitoring equipment.
"Then Rachel must have won," Inessa said.
"I heard a woman won," the nurse replied.
"Good," Inessa said. Inessa was relieved.
If Rachel had won, what happened to Zack? Inessa thought about asking the nurse, but decided it was better not to ask.
"I'm going to give you something to kill the pain and help you sleep," the nurse said.
"How long have I been out?" Inessa asked.
"About a day," the nurse said. "But it will be better if you sleep for another 12 hours or so."
"Ok," Inessa said.
The nurse used an injector to administer some drug in Inessa's arm. Then she left the room and turned out the lights.
As she drifted off the sleep Inessa wondered why the fates had spared her. What had that submissive woman, Geom and the other young man done to deserve their fate? It must be just random chance. We all risked our carnal essence. The losers will never be able to satisfy their amorous desires again. Inessa was one of the fortunate. She decided that she owed it to the losers to put her good fortune to the best possible use. She would start that right now, but she knew her clit was way too tender for that now.
The next morning Inessa was awakened for breakfast. An hour latter the doctor came to see her. He explained she would be in the hospital for another week or so. When she could urinate again, they would let her out of the hospital, but she would be very sore for several more weeks. In two to three months she should be fully recovered.
A couple hours later the manager from the Cybele came to see Inessa.
"How are you feeling, Inessa?" he asked.
"Sore," Inessa said. "What would you expect after almost having my private parts burned away."
"Almost," the manager said. "Well, here is the statement that explains the payments we have made to your account. This is all based on the contract. The appearance fee was two hundred thousand credits. Plus you got half of one percent of the gate and half of one percent of all money wagered on you. The grand total comes to one million three hundred eighty-six thousand odd credits."
Inessa was stunned. She had read the contract, but no one had ever explained what those small percentages of the gate and betting could add up to more than one million credits.
"How did it get to be so much?" she asked.
"There was a lot of money bet on you," the manager said. "You lasted eight rounds, and each round they bet more money on you."
"Wow," Inessa said. "I never knew that much money was bet."
"All your medical treatment will of course be paid for," the manger said. "And you are welcome to stay at the Cybele Hotel while you recover for up to three months."
"I hope it doesn't take that long to recover," Inessa said.
The manger left Inessa alone to think. Inessa had taken the same risk as the man and women she had seen destroyed a year ago, and she had won. They could never experience the pleasurable pain that drains away your carnal desires. It would be some time, but Inessa would still be able to experience that post orgasmic nirvana that follows. She had won her little bet with the universe, and she intended to take full advantage. Well, at least in another month or so when her clitoris was not so sore she didn't dare touch it.
Later that afternoon Rachel came by.
"How are you feeling?" Rachel asked.
"Sore," Inessa said. "Very sore, even with all the pain killers."
"I bet," Rachel said. "I got a level two once. That was awful. I can't imagine what a level four would be like."
"Doctor said I should be completely recovered in a couple of months," Inessa said.
"I'm glad," Rachel said.
"I'm really glad that you won too, but what were you thinking?" Inessa asked.
"I'm not sure," Rachel said. "It wasn't really the money, though I guess that you had something to do with it. You were brave enough to do it. I kept asking myself why I wasn't. Why did you to take the risk?"
Inessa paused.
"It's really hard to explain," she finally said. "I just felt it was something I had to try. I never realized so many people could get... get fried."
"Yeah, that was a tough," Rachel said. "I've heard of worse, but the four people fried with us is the most I've seem. Just be thankful girl, that it wasn't us."
"I am, I am," Inessa said. "So what are you doing with your new found wealth?"
"Well, I'm leaving here," Rachel said. "I wanted to see you before I left. I'm going to retire, find some place inexpensive to live, and just live off my investments."
"Good for you," Inessa said.
"I would guess you got a pretty good payout too," Rachel said. "What are your plans?"
"I got a lot more than I expected," Inessa said. "The betting must have been crazy, because my small percentage was huge."
"You know it," Rachel said. "I got a percentage of the betting too. After you were eliminated, everyone must have been betting on me."
"I'm not sure what I'm going to do," Inessa said. "I had a job offer. I expect I will probably go back and take it."
"Well I got to finish packing," Rachel said. "I'm booked out of here tonight. Best of luck, and don't come back here again."
"Good luck to you too," Inessa said. "Don't worry about me. Once was more than enough. I won't be back."
Rachel had said four people were fried. That meant Zack too. Of the eight players, four had clitoral or penial nerves overloaded with pain and burned away. As Inssea drifted off the sleep, she though that is one in two, not one in three.
Two months later Inessa was packing the last of her luggage to leave Dejain. Her clit was still slightly sensitive, but she had verified that all the nerves were functioning properly, and she decided it was time to leave Dejain and get on with the rest of her life.
There was a knock at the door. Inessa opened it, and there was the Cybele manager and his assistant.
"I wanted to say good bye Inessa," the manager said. "And wish you well."
"Thank you," Inessa said.
"And remember you're always welcome to visit here again," the manager said.
"I don't think I'll be coming back," Inessa said. "But thanks for the offer."
"Good luck whatever you do," the manager said.
The manager turned and walked away down the hall with his assistant.
"I don't think she will ever be back," the assistant said. "We paid her too much money, and she didn't spend any of it in the months since. She's not going to need money again."
"She didn't do it for the money," the manager said. "And I wouldn't be so sure she won't be back. I have a feeling we will be seeing more of Inessa."
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