[Previous] [Next] [Current Results] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] [Image] [Image] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Article 92 of 314 Subject: THE LOTTERY 2/49 From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Date: 1997/03/20 Message-Id: <5gqbnu$alj@dfw-ixnews4.ix.netcom.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories [More Headers] Chapter 3 Gathering From the first ad to the final choice seven months passed. I finally narrowed the cast of thousands down to 12, all from the United States. With my list of phone numbers, and a checklist of things to say, I sat down to make the calls. The first call was to the Japanese candidate, living in Palo Alto, California. Her name was Aki Yamoto. "Hello?" A quiet voice answered on the second ring. "Aki Yamoto, please." "This is she." "Aki, this is Paul Reiner. "Oh! Hello!" Aki sounded flustered. "Can you speak freely?" I asked, feeling my gut tighten. "Yes, I am alone." She sounded nervous too. "Congratulations, Aki. I've decided to accept your application as a sex slave. If you're still interested, that is." "Oh, I very much interested! Thank you!" It sounded like I'd just told her she'd won a million dollars. "I don't know what to say." She had a heavy accent that made her hard to understand until you got used to it. "You realize you'll have to move here to South Carolina, don't you? That means you'll have to quit your job, pack up lock, stock, and barrel, and move here?" "I knew that." She said. "I see no problems. You will help with relocation expenses?" "Of course." I said. "I will assume all costs. Just tell me when you're ready and a truck will arrive for your things. There'll be a plane ticket for you and your things will be here no later than two days after you arrive. The only problem might be your car. Have you thought about it?" "It not much of a car." She admitted. "I no miss it, I just sell it to car dealer." I grinned, struck by a sudden thought. Casually, I said. "What kind of car do you have?" "It an old green Civic." She said. "Why?" "Just curious." I lied. "You like Hondas, then?" "It is affordable. It gets me where I'm going, so I no complain." "I bet you'd rather be driving a sports car." I probed. "Something small, in, oh, say red?" "No, I not the sports car type." Aki laughed. "To tell you truth a Civic suits me just fine. I rather my car was blue, and maybe a little newer, but other than that I satisfied." "Hmm." New blue Civic I scribbled next to her name. "You aren't afraid of flying, are you?" "I don't know, I never flown." Aki said. "I don't think I have any trouble." "Ok, that just about covers everything. There's just one more question I want to ask you, Aki. How do you feel about all this?" "I don't know." She answered slowly. "It like a dream. I keep thinking this can't be real. But I want it very much." "And I'm honored you accepted, Aki. When you've made your preparations give me a call and I'll set everything in motion. Good night, Aki. Sweet dreams, slave girl." I gave her my phone number. "Thank you-master san." She answered quietly. I hung up, feeling a glow inside. I made a note to send Aki a thousand dollars to help with her relocating. Then I called the next girl, the Vietnamese candidate, Thuy Li Min, who also lived in California, in Los Angelos. "Li Min residence." A man's voice answered. Oops. "Thuy Li Min, please." I said, hoping my voice didn't tremble. This could be a problem. "Just a moment." There was a muffled call. After a second a click sounded as another extension picked up. "I have it, father." Thuy's voice said. I recognized it from the tape. A second click indicated her father (father???) had hung up. "Hello, this is Thuy." She said. "Thuy, this is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely?" "Oh, god! Wait just a second!" There were background noises and the sound of a door closing. "Hi!" A breathless voice said. "Sorry about that." "You do recognize me, don't you?" I asked dryly. "Oh, yes! I answered your ad for a sex slave." "Um, yes." I said, taken aback. I knew Thuy was 18, and still living at home. But what kind of home? "I've decided to accept you." "Excuse me?" "I've decided that you are a suitable slave girl. If you're still interested, that is." "Oh I am! Wow, this is incredible!" She exclaimed. "I never thought I had a chance." "Before we go on, I have to ask. Are you at least 18 years old? Because if you aren't I can't accept you." "I turned eighteen two months ago." She said. "I'm legally an adult, and I can do as I please." "Do your parents know about this?" I asked. "No. And they won't find out, either." Thuy said. "I hope." "How are you going to explain leaving home to them?" I asked. "I mean, won't it make them wonder?" "No." Thuy said. "I've been hinting about leaving home for some time. I'll tell them I've gotten a job in South Carolina. It'll be cool." "Just like that?" I wondered aloud. "Well, it's your life. I won't tell you how to run it-yet." She chuckled with me. "You will help with the moving expenses, right?" she asked. "Yes, I'll take care of all your relocation expenses. Tell me when you're ready, and I'll have a truck pick up your things, and send you a plane ticket. Your things will be here no later than two days after you arrive. The only problem might be your car." "I don't have a car." Thuy said. "I drive my mom's." "Then, welcome Thuy Li Min. I look forward to your call. Sweet dreams, slave girl." And I gave her my phone number. "That sounds so sexy, Paul. Sweet dreams." As I hung up it struck me just what I was doing. In less than a month, if everything went well, I'd have a dozen young women at my beck and call. I smiled and called the third girl. Mei Wu was the Chinese candidate, and like the other two orientals lived in California, more specifically San Francisco. Unlike Aki and Thuy, who came from more or less middle class backgrounds, Mei came from a wealthy family. She was an admitted female playboy who didn't work and needed no financial assistance. "Hello." "Mei Wu, please." "This is Mei." The girl said cheerfully. "Mei, this is Paul Reiner. I'm calling to let you know I'm accepting your application as a sex slave. If you're still interested?" "Very much so." She said. She had the faintest British accent, making her voice lilt pleasantly. "I'm thrilled. In fact I'm standing here beside myself." She giggled. Did you ever notice men chuckle, but women giggle? The sound sent gratifying shivers through my libido. "Short Circuit." I accused her. "Ben, talking about Stephenie coaxing Number Five." "Right!" Mei sounded surprized. "You know you're the first one who ever caught that?" "I'm so pleased." I laughed. Our first conversation was going marvelously. Aki had been pleasant, Thuy incoherent with shock, but Mei was relaxed, as though we were old friends. I could tell I'd made a wise choice. "Listen, Mei, I'm going to have to say a few things, just to make sure you fully understand what you're getting into, ok?" "Go ahead. But I'm fairly sure you've explained yourself already." "First, you'll live here with me and several other slave girls as part of a harem. Every night, from 6 P.M. to 6 A.M. the next morning you become my slave. If I want to do something, and you don't, I win. Is that clear?" "Yes, master." Mei said. I could imagine her smiling. My eye fell on her picture. A warm glow spread through me, as it had with Aki. This was going to be good! "Of course, from 6 A.M. to 6 P.M. you'll be free to leave, and no hard feelings. But at night I can force you to do whatever I want, and you'll be helpless to resist. Do you understand?" "Yes, master." Her goodwill was still there, although masked by a sober tone. "I might tie you spread-eagle and then have one of your harem sisters make love to you-in fact that definitely will happen sooner or later." "I understand. And I approve." Not I agree but I approve. This was definitely a first rate slave girl! "I'm glad. Now, about relocation. Any problems?" "Give me your address and I can be there tomorrow afternoon." Mei said. "Wow." I said. "What's the holdup?" She laughed, a real appreciative full throated laugh. I had to join in, even though the joke wasn't all that funny. "Seriously, master, I don't have many things holding me up. What few affairs I have to wrap up I can do from there as well as from here." "I'll be glad to have you." I gave her my address, and told her I'd have a chopper stand by at the Pine Ridge airport to ferry her in. "Now, that's what I call first rate service." She smiled, and yes, damn it, I could hear it. "Be warned, Mei Wu." I said in a mock serious voice, "I intend to put you to work the instant you arrive, and will at the first opportunity do lewd and perverted things to your body." "Promises, promises." She teased mischievously. "Is your slave to scrub floors and wash windows, oh glorious master?" "No." I said, then paused. The silence at the other end grew awkward. "Well, then what?" Mei asked in good-humored exasperation. "You'll help me coordinate the relocation effort for the other slave girls." "No problem. I've had a lot of experience schedule hopping. It should come in handy. Oh, by the way, how many other slaves are there going to be?" "Eleven." "Eleven?" She asked in amazement, then paused. "Oh, I get it. An even dozen. Are you sure you're up to having a dozen young nubile slave girls drooling over your magnificent body?" "No." I admitted cheerfully. "It's a grueling responsibility, but I shall shoulder it manfully and never shirk-" At this point Mei lost it. Our laughter stretched across a continent. "Listen, Mei, I've got to cut this short." I said, still grinning. "I am really honored by your choosing to become my slave. I'll do everything in my power to insure you never regret it. Are you sure we've covered everything?" "Sure am. I'll be at Pine Ridge by three o'clock." "I'll make sure the helicopter is standing by. Sweet dreams, my little slave girl. And here's a thought to sleep on, you'll lose your virginity tomorrow night." "I hear you, master, and obey." Mei murmured softly. "Goodbye, Mei." "Goodbye, master." As I hung up the phone a wild exultation raged through me. I threw back my head and whooped. I hadn't felt this way since the day I'd won the lottery. I just hoped this turned out better than that had. The next call was to Seattle, Washington, to the black candidate. "Hello?" A low husky voice answered. "Gina Washington, please." "I'm Gina." "Gina, this is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely?" "Oh! Sure. How are you?" "I'm fine. Listen, the reason I called is to let you know I've decided you'll make a terrific sex slave. If you're still interested, that is." "I-uh-yeah. I'm interested." Her voice actually trembled. "Are you ok, Gina?" I asked. "I'm ok. Scared out of my shoes, but otherwise I'm fine." "There's nothing to be afraid of." I let my voice warm up. "If you don't want to do this we can stop it right here." "No! I mean, I'm fine. I want to do this, it's just it's so sudden, you know?" "I understand. Listen, we'll take it as slowly as you like. I want to ask you a few questions if that's all right?" "Sure." "You realize you'll have to move out here? That means quitting your job and probably selling your car. I'll take care of all your relocation expenses, of course." "Of course." She echoed numbly. "Listen, can I have a while to think this over? This is a big step and I don't want to rush into it." "Take all the time you need." I said, feeling her slipping off the hook. "Do you have any questions you'd like me to answer?" "Um, well, let me think." Static crackled for several seconds. "Can I bring my dog?" "I didn't know you had a dog. What kind is it?" "Just a mixed up mutt. He's not very big." "Of course you can bring him, Gina. I'd never dream of separating you from your pet. What's his name?" "Socks. He's adorable, you'll really like him. Uh, you like dogs, don't you?" "Very much." I answered. "I had a dog named Juki when I was a kid. When he died it hurt me so much I've never been able to get another one." "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bring up painful memories." "It was a long time ago. I grieved for him, now I can remember the good times." There was an awkward silence. "Are you still there, Gina?" I asked, more to break the silence than anything else. "Yes, I'm still here. Sorry." "No problem. Listen, there's something I wanted to ask you. You can tell me to mind my own business if you want, but I am curious." "What is it?" "Well, just why do you want to become a slave girl? Being black, I'd think you'd be rather sensitized in the opposite direction." "That's kind of hard for me to answer." Gina said slowly. "The thought of being helpless while someone makes love to me is very exciting. I don't really know why. And the thought of being forced to do it sends jolts through me. Does that sound crazy?" "Not in the slightest." I assured her. "You realize there will be other slave girls in the harem with you?" "No, I didn't." Gina said. "Does that bother you? Would you feel threatened or humiliated by them?" "No, I don't think so. At least there'd be someone to talk to." "Half of each day you'll be free as a bird. You'll be able to come and go as you please. The rest of the time you'll be at my mercy. If I want to fuck you up the ass while you're bound over a chair I will. If I tell you to make love to another slave girl you'll either do it or be whipped. Does that frighten you?" "Yes." She answered. "But it excites me too. I want to be your slave, Paul, but I'm scared. Let me have some time to think it over." "Take all the time you need. Call me when you reach a decision. You can even use my dime." "Excuse me?" "You can call collect." I gave her my phone number, wondering if she'd be insulted by the offer. Ever since the funeral I'd been very careful about offering anyone money. Some people resented it. "Thank you. Listen, Socks is begging for his dinner, so I'd better go. I'll call you soon, whichever way I decide. Ok?" "Fine, Gina. Whichever way you decide, I think you're a remarkable lady, and I'm glad to have talked with you. Pleasant dreams, and make the decision that will leave you the happiest." "You're very kind. Thank you." Her voice lit up. We said goodbye and I hung up the phone. Gina represented a challenge. I didn't know which way she'd jump. I doubted even she knew at this point. I decided I'd have time for two more girls, who were in the Mountain time zone. Rachel Two-Feathers lived in Tucson with her parents. She was a full blooded Apache. She'd been the only American Indian to apply, so I wanted her badly. My collecting instincts, I'm afraid, overcame my sense. "Hello." "Rachel Two-Feathers, please." "This is Rachel." "Rachel, this is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely?" "I'm afraid not." She said slowly. "Your parents are about." I guessed. "Yes." Rachel's tone was carefully casual. "Should I call back later?" "It's a bit late, we were about to go to bed. Why don't you try back tomorrow morning, say about ten?" "I understand. Oh, by the way, congratulations. I'll talk to you tomorrow at ten." "Goodbye." "Goodbye." I sat the phone down. That had been interesting. She'd very smoothly handled a delicate situation and gave me a new contact time. Rachel had possibilities. Ah, well. Next! "Jahrain residence." A cultured male voice with a stiff and proper British accent answered. "Alima Jahrain, please." I said. Alima was the Arabic candidate, daughter of a man who had about half as much money as I did. The voice on the other end of the phone was undoubtedly attached to a very proper English butler of the old school. "Miss Jahrain is indisposed this evening, sir. May I tell her who called for her, please?" I raised one eyebrow, debating what I should do. Shrugging I said. "Paul Reiner." "Very good, sir. I have been instructed that your call was expected. One moment please. Miss Jahrain will be with you shortly." "Thank you." Your call was expected? Cocky little minx, wasn't she? It would be interesting to see how she reacted to being gagged and blindfolded. Suddenly a light on the base of my phone started flashing red. Hmm, I thought to myself, this is getting interesting. In a moment of rampant paranoia I'd bought phone tap detection equipment. That little red light meant that someone or something was listening in. "Your slave awaits your pleasure, master." Alima's voice wafted over the phone line. She had a very sexy, sultry voice and an introductory tape that had aroused my interest, along with other things. "Are you aware that your phone is tapped?" I asked mildly. "What?" She asked blankly. I'd caught her completely by surprize. "Your phone is being monitored." I repeated. "Shit." She said disgustedly. "And I thought this was a clean line. Are you sure?" "Well, no, but that's what my gadget is telling me. Since this is the first time it's complained I'd be inclined to believe it." "Damn, damn, damn." She seemed more annoyed than dismayed. "I take it you're used to this?" I inquired with interest. "Yes. It must be my father. No one else would dare." "Perhaps someone trying to blackmail you?" "No." She said, amused. "Definitely my father." "Would it do any good to call back, do you think?" I asked, liking the crazy feel of the situation. Whoever was monitoring would certainly know what Alima was up to. "No. I don't care if he does know." The Arabic girl said decisively. "We can speak freely." "As you wish. Congratulations, you made it, if you're still interested." "You mean I'm to be part of your harem?" Alima squeaked excitedly. I winced. Whoever was monitoring just hit the jackpot. Probably running straight to daddy. I wondered who else had been expecting this call? "Alima, since you've just spilled the beans to whoever is listening we might as well make sure we understand one another. Ok?" "Yes, master." Alima said. I sighed. Alima giggled. "First of all, you'll be expected to live here in South Carolina with me and the other slave girls. Second, you'll be free to leave during the hours of 6 A.M. to 6 P.M. However, during the other half of the day you'll be a total and complete sex slave. Do you understand?" "Yes, master." "During the periods of your slavery the word 'no' will disappear from your vocabulary. If you refuse, I can force you to do whatever I like. You will yield every bodily orifice to me or any partner I specify. You will spend much of your time bound, gagged, and/or blindfolded." "If you don't please me you will be punished. I guarantee the punishment will be something you'll strive to avoid in the future. It might be a paddle, or a whip, a large enema, some sex act you find degrading, or being humiliated in front of the other girls. Do you understand that? "I understand, master." Alima said, a trifle impatiently. "Do you also understand that a slave girl should never, under any circumstances, be insolent?" It went right past her. "Of course, master." She said. I rolled my eyes. "Assuming, of course, that you'll be permitted to come, what time can I expect you?" "Assuming I'll be permitted-" Alima erupted. "Who's going to stop me?" "Your father comes to mind." I answered dryly. "After he hears this tape I'd imagine you'll be rather too tied up to get away-or even move." "I do as I like!" The girl fumed. "Nobody's going to stop me!" I chuckled. This was a humble little slave girl begging her master to accept her? Right. "Why do you want to be a slave, Alima? You don't strike me as the humble type. I'd think the thought of being helpless and ordered about would irritate you." "Not if the man was strong enough." Alima said. "To be taken and used by someone too powerful to resist is very appealing to me. I've never met anyone like that." Oh ho! Here was the challenge I'd been seeking. "That attitude is likely to get you into trouble, Alima. Fair warning." "If you really are my master, you'll know how to handle me." Alima said. Hmm. That was a thought. I wonder what Daddy would make of that. Of course, if Alima was as spoiled as she sounded, maybe he'd be glad of some help... "When can you come?" I asked. "It'll take me some time to get organized." Alima said. "A week." "Fine, I'll see you then. Goodbye." "Goodbye, master." There was a click. My little red light continued to flash. "Hi there." I said conversationally. "You might as well pick up, I can see you breathing. Oh, come now. Stop sulking and talk to me." I coaxed. "What's a little voyeurism between friends?" Nothing happened for a moment and I was just reaching for the cutoff when a click made me pause. The little red light stopped flashing. "Good evening, Mr Reiner." An urbane male voice, with a slight accent said. I jumped, I hadn't really been expecting anyone to answer. It felt like finding a snake in your bed. Cold and creepy. "Good evening, Mr Jahrain." I said, hazarding a guess. It couldn't be anyone else. "And how are you this evening?" "Fine, thank you. And yourself?" "Keeping busy." I answered, wondering how long I could keep up this farce. Alima's father saved me the trouble. "You seem to have found a novel way to amuse yourself, Mr Reiner." "You don't know how truly you speak, sir." I said ruefully. "Unlike you, I have no business interests to keep me occupied. I've had to develop a hobby to cure a terminal case of boredom." "I've been aware of your hobby for some time." "Really?" I asked, not bothering to hide my surprize. "I didn't realize it would interest anyone else." "Oh, yes. You've made quite a stir. Such novel pastimes, when pursued with massive capital outlay ring loud alarm bells. I'm sure every police agency in the country is aware of your activities. As is the FBI." "Thank you for that information, Mr Jahrain." I said, stalling. "I do wonder why you felt like imparting it." He was right, damn it. When big money begins to move, the Feds have a nasty habit of sticking their collective noses in. "Let's just say I view your hobby with a tolerant eye. After all, I could have prevented my daughter from contacting you." "But you didn't. Tell, me, is she as-independent-as she sounds?" He chuckled. "Oh, yes. It becomes quite trying at times. It will prove instructive if you manage to tame her. Do you really plan to keep her under lock and key?" "For half the day anyway." I agreed. "You realize if she comes here she won't remain a virgin? And with her outlook she's likely to be punished often?" "My daughter's virginity is her own affair. Unlike my forefathers, today's men don't seem to place that high a value on virginity. Her stay with you won't impair her value when she is to marry. As for the other, well, it might change her perspective. That can only improve." "May I say, sir, I find your outlook to be refreshingly practical. I've enjoyed our talk. It has resolved many things and hopefully prevented any unfortunate misunderstandings." "I agree. Good-bye, sir and may my daughter prove less troublesome to you than she has to me." "Thank you, Mr Jahrain. Good-bye and good fortune to you." I hung up and sat back with a whoosh! of leather. Alima was definitely going to be interesting. As in the ancient Chinese curse. Checking my watch I found it was too late to call more candidates. They were scattered across the country and they'd probably be fast asleep. Mr Jahrain had one point though. I'd been careless and without a doubt riding with far too high a profile. One slip and the sharks would converge. And if the police knew could the press be far behind? This would bear some thought. [Image] [Image] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- [Previous] [Next] [Current Results] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Home Power Search Post to Usenet Ask DN Wizard Help Why use DN? | Advertising Info | Press Releases | Jobs | Policy Stuff Copyright © 1995-97 Deja News, Inc. All rights reserved.