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Portal Project - The Lottery Games

Date: 1/3/2015, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Exhibitionism, Female/Female, Humiliation, Non-consensual sex, Slavery, Spanking, Author: The_Technician, Rating: 81.3, Source: sexstories.com

orange trim scrambled onto the track pushing small carts with punishment stocks on them. “Their suits say ‘Stagecrew’ or something like that,” Ruthie explained. None of the women struggled as the security men led them over to the stocks and put them in place. Their heads and hands were held securely and a padded post pushed their asses high in the air. There were fourteen in all, and they were now in a line with their asses pointed toward the stadium seats. Fourteen men carrying leather or wooden paddles walked slowly onto the track. “We are going to stay with this for a few minutes,” said the announcer. “Those who purchased specialty tickets for this event have first rights for any slaves which are created at this point. These men drew the last fourteen numbers, so they have the rights to these lowest-ranking slaves. By administering the punishments, they are claiming their slaves.” The main announcer cut in, “I see that one of them is carrying a bullwhip rather than a paddle.” “That’s right, Harold,” the announcer on screen answered. “He must have ticket 299, because the bullwhip is allowed only for the lowest-ranking slave. I personally think that all of these early losers should be lowest, but the judges who are monitoring the race give that dis-honor to the first number that is entered on the tally board as the slaves drop out of the race. It was probably the selectee whose knees first touched the ground. ” The fourteen men lined up, one behind each of the now bound ... slaves. A figure in a black jumpsuit with green trim raised his arm. When he snapped his arm down, the first blow was delivered. “That’s one of the judges,” said Ruthie. “We sort of guessed that,” answered another of the techies. “Shut up, all of you!” snapped the Lieutenant Colonel. “I’m trying to watch this!” When all eyes suddenly shifted to him, he added, “We need to understand this other world, don’t we?” Then he asked, “Is that the best you can do with the volume?” In response, Ruthie moved the odd-looking mouse pointer over to the corner of the screen and the screams of the women filled the room. On the screen, the cameraman was moving down the row of women taking closeups of each of their faces as the blows fell. When he got to the last woman, she was screaming continuously and almost incoherently as the bullwhip slammed into her ass. In the background, you could hear the crowd counting, “ten, eleven, twelve...” “We are going to rejoin the action on the track,” intoned the announcer. “If you want to see and hear all fifty strokes, you can purchase the full video. That punishment, as well as all punishments during the race are included with that package.” The screen cut to the herd of women now running across what was apparently a very muddy field. “They have passed the two mile mark and entered the first thinning point,” said the announcer excitedly. “Just ahead is the pig walk.” As he said that, the first of the women reached an area of mud which seemed to have iron bars ...