[Previous] [Next] [Current Results] [Get Thread] [Author Profile] [Post] [Post] [Reply] [Image] [Image] --------------------------------------------------------------------------- Article 152 of 314 Subject: THE LOTTERY 3/49 From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***) Date: 1997/03/20 Message-Id: <5gqbp1$bsq@dfw-ixnews10.ix.netcom.com> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories [More Headers] Chapter 4 Mei I looked at the problem from several angles. What I was doing wasn't illegal, exactly. I had the girls' permission. The only questionable thing was the fact that a girl who started a session had to finish it. I re-read copies of each girl's affidavit and pondered. About one in the morning I finally decided the hell with it. I'd just have to make sure each girl knew, before a session started, that she couldn't back out. With that in mind I made one final call, to the Polynesian candidate who lived in Honolulu. With a five hour time difference it was only eight o'clock her time. "Hi! This is Tani Koloa. I'm not at home right now, but if you'll leave a message at the tone I'll return your call as soon as possible. Aloha!" Beep. "Tani, sorry I missed you. This is Paul Reiner. I'm just calling to congratulate you. I've decided to accept-" At that point there was a confused burst of noise, followed by a feedback squeal. "Hi! Wait a minute!" Tani's voice was loud and hurried. There was a crash followed by a yowl and I heard Tani say she was sorry to someone. "Hi, Paul! Sorry about that, I just got home. Ginger! Stop that! Oh, what a day! Hi!" "Do you normally start a conversation this way?" I asked, chuckling. "Oh, no. It's been one of those days. There, now I'm settled! What were you saying?" "I was saying, congratulations, Tani. If you're still interested, you have a place in my harem as a slave girl." There was silence on the other end. "Tani?" I asked, fearing we'd been disconnected. "Hello?" "Yes, I'm still here. I'm-overwhelmed. What a perfect way to finish today!" Her voice was ecstatic, I don't think she noticed the sarcasm. "I take it you are interested." "Oh, yes! Very much." "You realize you'll have to leave Honolulu and move to South Carolina?" "I realize that." "How long do you think it will take you to settle your affairs? I'll pay for your relocation, of course." "Oh, gosh. Um, I don't know. A month?" "A month? Hmm." I mused. "Is that too long?" She asked anxiously. "I have to give my boss two weeks notice, and I'll need to sell my car, and notify my landlord, and oh! what about Ginger?" "Who's Ginger?" I asked. "My cat." "Uh, bring her along. I'm not the kind of person to separate a woman and her cat." "Oh, thank you! I'll be as quick as I can I promise!" "Whoa, slow down Tani! I'm sure you've got a lot to do. A month will be fine. Call me when you're ready and I'll arrange to fly you and your things out here. Oh, I guess I should warn you that one of the girls is bringing her dog with her. How's Ginger feel about dogs?" "She doesn't like them." Tani said. "Hmm." I said again. "Oh, well, we'll work something out. Listen, it's one thirty in the morning here and I'm ready to keel over. Let me let you go and you give me a call when you're ready." I gave her my number. She agreed and I hung up the phone and staggered off to bed. The next morning I didn't wake up till ten. Remembering I'd promised to have a helicopter standing by for Mei I had a quick breakfast and called to arrange it. The rates they charge you wouldn't believe. By the time I'd had an early lunch it was time to call Rachel. "Hello?" She answered the phone on the first ring. Her voice was eager and light. "Hi, Rachel. This is Paul Reiner. May we speak freely?" "Yes. Sorry about last night." "I understand perfectly. I just called to let you know you've been accepted as a slave girl, if you're still interested." "I'm very interested." Rachel said. "It will mean moving to South Carolina to live with me." I warned her. "And you're to become a sex slave, with heavy emphasis on both sex and slave." "I understand." "How will you explain to your parents?" "I'm the oldest of six children." Rachel said. "I was planning on moving out anyway. There'll be no problem. You'll pay for relocation, of course?" "Of course. Just give me a call when you're ready. Any idea on when that might be?" "It won't take long, two days, three at the most. There's not a lot to do." "Terrific." I gave her my phone number. "Call when you're ready. See you in a few days!" "See you." She hung up. I spent the next two hours going over the other girl's data, concentrating on Mei and the ones I hadn't called yet. At two thirty the sound of a helicopter began to intrude. It couldn't be, could it? Mei was early. Apparently she'd made Pine Ridge earlier than planned. Fortunately, I had told the helicopter service their passenger might be early. It had been wishful thinking on my part, but it seemed to have paid off. I rushed out to watch as a gleaming Jet Ranger landed in my spacious back yard. (Did I forget to mention the house has a hundred and sixty acres of land around it?) It was impressive as hell. The sun gleamed off the spinning rotor, throwing reflections in all directions. As the helicopter settled onto the emerald grass its engine cut and the rotor spin slowed. I walked forward, not wanting to show how eager I really was. I paused a respectful distance from the chopper until the main rotor finally slowed to a safe speed. Mei waved at me through the windshield. I waved back. God, she looked beautiful. I moved forward as the doors opened. The pilot went to unload her luggage. Later I couldn't even remember if he'd been black or white. All my attention was taken by Mei. She emerged gracefully from the helicopter and walked toward me smiling. She stopped a few feet away, making a lump in my throat. I wasn't even thinking of her as a sex slave, she was literally the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. I grinned like a loon. "Hello." I managed at last. "Hi." She was wearing a black dress with brown abstract blotches all over it. The skirt reached to mid-thigh and she had fishnet stockings with ovals cut out on the inner and outer legs. I noticed she was wearing black high heels. Even so she had to tilt her head back to watch me. "Let me look at you." I said after a moment. I was smiling so much it began to hurt. With a smile Mei lifted her arms away from her body and twirled slowly in place. Every curve was perfect. Her lustrous black hair fell halfway down her back. As she turned back I noticed she was wearing silver earrings shaped like chains. The pilot made a throat clearing noise and Mei said softly. "We'd better get my luggage. I think the pilot wants to get back." I blinked back to reality. "Right. First, we'll get you settled in. Then I'm taking you to dinner." I strode past her and grabbed the two large suitcases that were sitting on the grass. Mei took a smaller overnight case. The pilot muttered something that sounded envious. Before we were halfway to the house the Jet Ranger whined and spun up it's rotor. I turned to watch, having always loved aircraft of all kinds. With a wild swirling wind the chopper leaped into the air. I narrowed my eyes against the wind. Mei turned away, shielding her face with one hand. "That man is definitely unhappy." I said to my magnificent companion with a chuckle. "You shouldn't be so cruel, he was really very nice." Mei reproved me. "Although he did keep undressing me with his eyes." "What an original idea!" I said. "But wouldn't hands have been quicker?" Mei gave me a long appraising look. "I'm definitely going to like it here." She finally decided. She preceded me into the house. "Very nice." She said as we passed through into the living room. "You have good taste." "Thank you. I can't take the credit though. The house was like this when I bought it. How was your trip?" "So so." Mei said, putting her overnight case on the floor. I dropped her bags next to them and motioned her to a chair. "I left San Francisco at seven thirty this morning. I had to change planes at Dallas, or I would have been here sooner. They showed the same movie on both planes, believe it or not." "Really?" I asked, settling into a chair across from her. The files I'd been studying were stacked on the coffee table between us. "Four hours of Fatal Attraction." Mei shuddered lightly. "Considering the circumstances it was very poor taste." "There'll be nothing of that here." I said firmly. "Just fun, sun, and your occasional odd perversion." "Very odd." Mei agreed. "What's that?" She gestured to the files. "Business." I said. "I won't put you to work just yet, but here's something you might find interesting." I handed her her own dossier and leaned back to watch. Mei looked up. "This is about me." I nodded. She read the thing, wincing here, laughing there. Finally she looked up. "This is weird. You've just handed me a summation of my life, as seen through the eyes of others. Is this really what I sound like?" "Yep. And as I find out more about you I'll be adding to it. These others," I nodded to the stack. "are your harem sisters." "May I look?" Mei asked. I nodded. "Just the pictures mind, the other material is private." Mei nodded and looked through the other folders. "Master, you have two other oriental girls, but only one of each race of other girl. Why?" "Actually, I have one of each. One Japanese girl, one Vietnamese girl," I smiled at Mei. "and one Chinese girl." "You're collecting girls!" Mei accused me. "One of each race!" "Guilty as charged." I said, grinning. Mei was stunned by the enormity of it. "Was I chosen only because I was Chinese?" Mei asked. She didn't look happy. "Hey, wait a minute! Hold it! Mei, believe me, I chose you because you were the best I could find." "The best Chinese girl, you mean." Mei's tone was bitter. I jumped up. "I want to show you something. Come here." "It isn't six o'clock yet." She snapped. "Please." I pleaded. After a moment Mei shrugged and stood up. Silently she followed me to my den. The den was dominated by a bank of filing cabinets. I banged one lightly with my fist as I turned to her. "In here are eight thousand letters." I said to the angry girl. "Eight thousand three hundred and twenty-six, to be exact." "So?" Mei asked challengingly. "Eight thousand letters, Mei. All addressed to me. All in response to an ad I placed in various places." Mei looked confused. "The ad you answered, Mei." "You got eight thousand responses?" Mei asked incredulously. I nodded. "Of course, to be honest, about a thousand were ads for bondage magazines, women who wanted to sell photos, and so on. But that still leaves seven thousand honest to goodness responses." "And out of seven thousand women I picked twelve." Mei didn't look angry now, she looked uncertain. "I don't understand." "There were only twelve openings, Mei. Yes, I chose one girl from each race-each somatype, actually, it isn't exactly the same thing. But in your case there were five hundred Chinese girls, Mei. Five hundred." "And out of that five hundred you chose me." Mei said in a small voice. "Exactly." Mei bit her lip and lowered her head, thinking. When she looked at me her face was distraught. "I'm so sorry, master. Please forgive me." Her lower lip trembled, I thought for a moment she was going to cry. I held my arms out to her. She ran to me and hugged me tightly. "There's nothing to forgive, little one. I'm not offended, but I was afraid I was going to lose you. And after I'd seen you that would have hurt." "I'll never go, master. Never." Her arms tightened about me. "Don't say that yet." I said soberly, stroking her hair. "You don't know me. I might be some horrible monster. Come, let's go back to the living room." I held her as we walked. It felt wonderful to hold her. She was warm and kind and had come to me because I'd called. How many of you out there know what a strong bond affection is? Not lust, not love. Just ordinary, garden variety affection? I pulled her down to the couch with me, cradling her and stroking her hair. She settled against me comfortably, content to be there. "Let me tell you a story." I said. "It's about a man who hit the world's largest jackpot. He had everything he ever dreamed of. Fast cars, money, travel, all the toys that people think will make them happy." "Master?" Mei looked up at me questioningly. "Let me tell my story, Mei." She nodded, putting her head back against my chest. "This man lived in a big house. He had a gardener, and a maid, and a cook. And he was bored. Bored beyond endurance. He harried his staff. When the gardener got fed up and quit the man took over for him just to have something to do. When the maid quit he took over her job too." "But the cook stayed. She was old, and sharp-tongued, and none too sweet tempered. But she was an excellent cook. And he liked her." I took a deep shuddering breath, and my arms tightened around Mei. Damn, I thought I'd done all my grieving. Fighting to control my voice I went on. "And so it went. The man tended the garden, and took care of his house. And the cook cooked and fussed at him and constantly nagged him for being lazy and no account. And the man was content." Mei watched me now, but I didn't meet her eyes. "But the cook was very old. And one day-" I stopped, fighting to hold back the tears. "One day she died. The man saw to her funeral. When it was over he went back to his house. Alone. All his old friends, from before the lottery, were gone. He didn't have any new friends. Just acquaintances." "And so the hours turned into days, and the days into weeks. He got fat, and flabby, and was exceedingly sorry he had ever been born." I looked down at the girl I was holding. There was sympathy in her eyes, and sorrow. "What happened to the man then, master?" She asked. "One day as he sat in front of the mirror, noticing how fat and flabby he was becoming, he thought to himself. I am rich. Rich beyond the dreams of avarice. I could buy and sell small countries if I wished. Why then am I so miserable?" "And you know what he answered?" I asked Mei with a smile. She shook her head, wide eyed, all her attention focused on me. It felt wonderful. She was like a child wrapped up in the story. "He said: I have lost my reason for living. I lie like a dragon on a golden horde, riches flowing through my fingers. I have so much. But it doesn't make me happy." "Should I give it all away then? No, for then I would starve, and be hungry and miserable at the same time. (He hated being hungry, it made him irritable)." "And then inspiration struck. He said: I have so many toys, and I am miserable, because I have no one to play with me! I am lonely. He cried. I am alone!" "Now he was no ordinary man, for an ordinary man would have been content to marry a woman he didn't love, and pretend to be happy." "This man knew that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted someone to play with him. In fact, a whole bunch of someones. To share his toys, to share his good fortune. He wasn't cut out to be a dragon, hiding in a cave. Nor was he a dragon-slayer, a knight in shining armour." I smiled. "His armour was dented and rusty. But he had honor of a kind. So he sent out a call. Come, he said, come and be my sex slaves. Serve me, and please me and I will share with you wealth beyond your wildest dreams." "Satisfy my kinkiness and you will lead pampered lives of pleasure and happiness. Though you must endure pain you will be rewarded with pleasure a thousand times more. Though humiliated you will rise ascendent in glory." "And they came. Seven thousand strong they answered. He was stunned, and amazed. With delight he surveyed them, and with trepidation he sifted through them and it was with great humility he chose them." "And she who came first was called Mei Wu." Mei's eyes were shining now, she had been affected by the story, because she sensed it was true. Her face was inches from mine. Gently, quietly she stretched up and kissed me. It was affection, not passion. It was an affinity; like recognizing like, an acceptance. A merging of two entity's territories. When we broke the kiss and looked at one another we knew a bond had been forged. "That was a lovely story, master. And did the man live happily ever after?" Mei asked me. "He's doing his damndest." I answered shakily. She slipped from my arms and stood up. "Will you show me my room now? I'd like to get unpacked and settle in." The magic of the moment faded, gone but never to be forgotten. ------------------------ Send any comments you'd like to make to: Roger [74710,275] [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.