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.
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.
"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.

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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.