Portal Project – The Lottery Games · Part 3 (3/4)
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Frank appeared back on the screen smiling broadly. “We investigated this and found out that number forty-six had bragged in the pens the night before that she couldn’t lose this round because the only thing that turned her on was pain.”
Harold joined Frank’s laugher and said, “I don’t think giving away your best secrets to your opponents was very bright, but maybe she secretly wanted to lose this round. I can think of several rich connoisseurs who wouldn’t mind adding a pain-slut to their stable of slaves.”
He then turned to the screen and said, “Tomorrow afternoon is the semi-final where we trim the field to the Final Five and the next evening, in prime time, is the final. We will have those highlights in just a moment, but first this word from Henry Trucks, a Man’s Truck for a Man’s World.”
After the brief black screen, Harold returned. “Jim will be bringing us the commentary on the tug of war competition, but first I think we should get some background on how the selectees are prepared for this event.”
“Yes, Harold,” Jim responded. “These images were taken while the selectees were being prepared for competition.” The camera zoomed in to a naked woman standing restrained between two large wooden posts. “All of the selectees are prepared at the same time,” explained Jim, “so no one has the advantage.”
A man in a white coat picked up a large, shiny, steel object. It was more or less J-shaped and had a large ball on the short end of the J. The longer portion of the J ended in a large loop. “That is a specially-shaped anal hook,” Jim said as he pointed to the image which appeared on the screen behind him. The image had frozen and Jim was using a pointer that made lines on the screen as he spoke.
“Obviously,” he said, “this large bulb goes in the selectee’s ass, but the hook is not brought up the back as expected.” He drew a circle around a small ring on the inside curve of the hook. “This ring needs to be positioned in the front to connect to a clit clip.” A circle was then drawn around the large loop on the long end. “A neck strap connects here holding the hook tight against the front of the selectee’s body.” He then drew a line straight out from the loop and said, “And of course, the main pulling chain also connects to the loop.”
Motion returned to the video as the technician applied a glob of lube to the hook and held it between the selectee’s legs so that the large bulb was aligned with her asshole. He pulled slightly forward and she gasped as it slid within her. He then put a leather strap around her neck and connected it to the large loop on the end of the hook.
After adjusting it slightly, he picked up something on a very short metal chain and reached again between her legs. This time, her gasp was sharper and accompanied by shrill grunt of pain as the clip closed on her most tender spot. The camera zoomed in to show his hands as he attached the chain to the small loop on the curve of the hook.
“If that hook is pulled away from her body, it pulls directly on her clit,” observed Jim.
The technician then picked up a short length of heavy chain and clipped it to the large loop on the hook. Apparently it had some sort of quick connect link on the end of it. He let that chain dangle in front of the selectee and picked up two more smaller chains. One end of these chains appeared to have a small quick connect link on it. The other end looked very much like a Japanese Butterfly nipple clamp. The tech pinched one of the clamps to open it and then positioned it on the selectee’s right nipple. The second clamp soon joined it, but on the left nipple. After the three chains were in place, two security men released her from the restraints and pulled her arms behind her back. An arm restraint glove was slipped over her arms and secured in place before she was walked out to the staging area.
“That’s how they are prepared,” said Jim. “And now lets watch as they are connected for the contest.”
The ten women were led out onto a large rectangular area in the center of the arena. It looked almost like a section of a racing track with five wide lanes marked on it. There was a very wide white line marking the very center of the length of track. The middle portion of the track on either side of the white line was colored a bright green. A few yards down the track from the center line, there was a wide band of yellow. And finally, the last fourth of the track on each end was bright red. The women were brought to the middle of the track so that there were five pairs of women standing at the center line facing each other.
A voice over the speakers said, “Chain one,” and the technicians or doctors or whatever they were who accompanied the women out onto the track quickly connected the paired women together by their larger chains.
The voice then said, “Secondary chains,” and the techs connected the nipple chains. They crossed them before they connected them so that they formed an X in the air between the two women. As soon as they had finished, two judges raced onto the track to inspect the connections. After viewing all five pairs, both judges turned toward the cameras– or perhaps the stadium seats– and moved their arm up and down in what was apparently a signal that all was ready.
“The rules of this contest are simple,” Jim explained. “All you have to do is drag your opponent into your red area. As soon your opponent’s foot touches your red area, you win.”
There was a loud sound similar to the cannon that started the first race and all ten women began pulling back against the chains. Jim pointed out the obvious, “The problem for these selectees is that no matter how you pull against your opponent, you are effectively pulling with either your tits or your clit. If you bend slightly forward like number three is doing, it protects your breasts, but it creates slack in the neck strap and the hook moves away from your body.”
The camera zoomed in on number three, and then moved to the lane alongside her. “But if you put your shoulders way back like number six there, you protect your clit but put additional pull on your nipples.”
Harold appeared in the corner, “That’s right, Jim, and those nipple clamps tighten more as the tension increases on the chain. They aren’t going to slip off, but they are going to get really painful before this contest is over.”
“Whoa!” Jim yelled. “Look at that action in lane one.”
One of the women was bucking her body forward and then snapping it back in an exaggerated pelvic thrust. As she leaned forward, the breast chains between them would go slack. The pelvic thrust action that followed would cause her to lean back snapping the chains taught once again. The woman chained to her screamed each time that happened but more importantly, when the bucking woman again leaned forward and pushed her ass back, she would also take a step backward.
“That has to be a very painful technique, but it is very effective. I don’t think that number nine even realizes that she is in the yellow area. A couple more steps and she is going to be in the red. Annnnd… there’s the bell. We have our first elimination in what has to be close to record time.”
One of the judges came running out accompanied by two security men and disconnected the chains which bound the two women to each other. The winner was allowed to walk back into the preparation area, but the loser was taken to a set of posts where her arms were released from the restraint glove and raised above her head to where they were attached to the posts. The competition chains were still hanging from her body.
The cameras switched back to the track where the four remaining pairs were slowly moving back and forth within the green area. One of the women screamed as her opponent pulled especially hard, tugging the nipple clamps, causing them to squeeze down hard on her nipples. She lost her concentration and stumbled forward slightly in an attempt to relieve the tension. That was all the opening her opponent needed, and she began backing up rapidly. Soon they were both standing in the red area.
“That’s another elimination,” shouted Jim as the winner walked back to the staging area and the loser was strung up between two more of the posts. He started to say something about the selectee who had just been eliminated when Harold shouted, “Back to the track… Back to the track.” and the cameras snapped back to the action.
One of the selectees of the couple in the center lane was slowly rotating, pulling her opponent around with her. “What is she doing?” Harold asked in amazement.
“I don’t know,” answered Jim. “If she goes outside her lane, or forces her opponent outside the lane, she will automatically be disqualified. Maybe that’s what she trying to do.”
Both announcers remained silent as the couple continued to circle slowly within the center lane for several minutes before coming to a stop. “Maybe she was trying to get her opponent dizzy,” suggested Harold.
“Whatever she was doing,” replied Jim, “it didn’t work.” He laughed. “All she did was wear herself out. Look at how easily she is being dragged toward the red zone.”
“Wait a minute! Wait a minute!” screamed Harold. “That is her own red zone. She turned them around and her opponent doesn’t realize it. She is moving herself into the wrong red zone.”
As soon as the foot of the woman who thought that she was winning touched the red zone, a bell sounded and three judges ran onto the track. “It looks like they are not sure who to declare the winner,” Jim said. “I think one of the judges wants to disqualify our spinning selectee, but the other two are saying that she didn’t violate any rules.”
He held his hand against his earpiece for a moment and then said excitedly, “It’s official. That’s another loophole they are going to have to plug, but our spinning selectee has been declared the winner.”
“And the loser really doesn’t look happy about it,” added Harold as four security men rushed forward to subdue the very surprised– and very angry– loser.
“Only two contests left in this round,” Jim said. “This could go on for a long time… or maybe not.”
One of the four women on the track began screaming as her opponent began doing a shoulder shake that pulled alternately on the nipple chains.
“That has to be really painful for both of them,” Harold noted.
“But its working,” replied Jim. “Look at how much ground she has gained. Another foot or two and…” Before he could finish his sentence, the bell sounded and the judges ran onto the track to declare the winner.
“Only one contest left now,” Jim said excitedly. Several minutes later, he added, “I don’t remember this round ever going this long before. We had a record-breaking win at the beginning, but this is going on forever.”
Two judges walked out onto the track and spoke loudly with the two contestants. “I’m being told that they are being warned that they are almost out of time,” said Jim. “If one of them does not pull the other into the red in the next five minutes, both will be declared losers.”
An inset on the lower corner of the screen appeared showing the face of what appeared to be a clock. It looked somehow wrong, and it took the techs watching a moment to realize what was off. It was divided into ten rather than twelve segments, but it was obviously a clock. There were two hands on it, one moving rapidly like a second hand and the other moving more slowly like a minute hand.
The two women continued to pull each other back and forth in the green area of the track, but neither could gain the advantage. “Less than a minute left,” said Jim in almost a whisper. As the clock’s hand approached the top, the crowd began to chant. The voices from the crowd were not translated and no one– except Ruthie– could understand them, but it was obvious they were counting down the final seconds.
When the hand reached the top, two bells rang simultaneous and the judges ran out onto the track to lead both contestants to the restraining posts.
“These games have been absolutely amazing,” Jim gushed. “The judges will have a lot to discuss at their post games meeting.”
Harold added in an almost equally gushing voice, “I have been announcing these games for almost twenty years and I have never seen an overtime disqualification. It has only occurred eleven times before in the history of the games.”
“Well,” Jim said, “that means that there will be only four contestants tomorrow for the finals. I have a feeling they will be as exciting and surprising as the games have been up to this point.”
He suddenly brightened and faced the camera smiling, “That does mean however, that there are six, rather than five, who will be receiving the bamboo cane punishments this afternoon. We don’t have time for those in our highlight show, but everything is shown in crystal clarity in the full package available for purchase.”
Harold re-appeared in the corner of the screen. “I’m sure tomorrow will, indeed, be very exciting,” he said enthusiastically. His image was then brought to full screen as he said, “And we will be bringing you all of the highlights of that final day following this word from Bear Claw Lite, the Real Man’s Beer for real men who are worried about their weight.”
When the image returned, it was dark and the stadium was illuminated by banks of lights. The tracks and competition rings had been replaced by what looked like a large stage. Harold appeared on the screen. He beamed at the camera and said, “Welcome to the finals of The Lottery Games.” It was obvious that he was going to be doing the commentary on the finals himself.
“All of the events leading up to this have been direct competitions of one sort or another,” he said as he pointed to pictures of the four finalists. “But in this round the selectee is effectively competing against herself. She will be alone on the stage and will be judged by the quality of her performance.”
The camera panned across the stage which looked somewhat like a combination of a bedroom and a strip club. There was a bed, but there was also a stripper pole and three, small, round tables like you would find in a club. There was one chair at each of the tables.
“The selectee,” Harold explained, “will have to sexually satisfy three of the judges, one in each of her holes, but it isn’t just a matter of getting them off. She will be judged by the entire judging panel on the quality of her performance as she gets them aroused and also by each of the three participant judges on the quality of her sexual act.
“And in addition to that,” he gushed, “viewers on the video link cast their votes. The panel of judges is 50% of her score; the three participating judges is 25%; and on-line voting is 25%.” He laughed slightly, “But remember, this is a highlights video, so when the comlink numbers appear on the screen, please don’t call, no matter how exciting you think a particular performer has been.”
The four finalists were led into a waiting area on the edge of the stage. They were now clothed and were wearing wigs and makeup. Each of the four was a stunning beauty. A group of three judges approached them and held up a small bag. They each reached into the bag and pulled out a small tile with what was apparently a number on it. They were then escorted to four chairs which Ruthie informed them were numbered 1, 2, 3, and 4.
“Our first contestant will be on stage in just a moment,” Harold interjected. “So while they are setting up for her, I am going to remind you that complete videos of all four performances from nine different selectable camera angles is available on the complete video of the 174th Annual Lottery Games. And if you order the deluxe set which includes highlights from the past ten years, you will automatically be enrolled in the drawing for ten tickets to this year’s 175th Anniversary Games.”
Additional lights came up on the open stage as selectee finalist number one walked up onto the stage. Music began to play and some additional writing scrolled sideways across the bottom of the screen as she sashayed across the stage in time to the music and moved toward the judges. Her hips were swaying slightly, but not so much as to be overdone. As she walked, her left leg slid out through the slit in the dress with each step. When she neared the judges, she increased the length of her stride so that the dress opened further revealing her leg almost all the way up to the hip.
“She’s going to get positive points for that,” said Harold. “She is projecting sexuality even before she starts.”
Number one walked over to the small tables where the three judges sat and leaned down slightly to stroke each one of them on the side of their chin. As she leaned over, it was obvious there was no bra under the loose-fitting dress and her breasts were obviously visible to the judges as she reached down to touch them.
She walked back to the pole and made two upright swings around it. Then, standing next to the pole, she turned her back to the three judges and reached up behind her back to grab the zipper. She swayed in time to the music as she pulled the top of the dress over her shoulders so that it could begin to slip down her body. After it was slightly below her waist in the back, she turned in a dance step so that she was facing the three judges. Her hands were holding the fabric slightly above her nipples. Taking a step forward, she allowed the dress to continue its slide down her legs. As she continued to walk toward the first judge, the dress slid to the floor revealing her glistening cunt. She stepped effortlessly out of the dress and knelt before the first judge, rubbing her breasts against the front of his legs.
She then reached up between his legs, lowered his zipper, and pulled his flaccid penis into her hands. After stroking it a few times to bring it to erect, she leaned in and took it into her mouth. She bobbed up and down on his shaft while swaying her body in time to the music. After several minutes, the judge stiffened slightly and evidently spurted into her mouth.
“There is no such thing as bad sex,” said Harold, shaking his head, “but that is not a winning performance. She started off strong, but has really fallen apart. Maybe she can redeem herself with the other two judges.”
As though she had heard him, Number One stood up and moved to the second table. She bent down and kissed the judge. “Oh! Bad form,” shouted Harold. “What is she thinking? Her mouth has to taste like spunk!”
The judge pulled back slightly from her kiss and she reached down to grab his tie. Pulling upward on the tie, she pulled the judge from the chair and led him over to the bed. As the reached the bed, she slid his coat over his shoulders and dropped it on the ground. His shirt and tie soon followed. She then opened his belt and slid his pants to the ground. He was wearing boxer-style underwear.
When she tried to slip his pants from his legs, she realized that she should have first removed his shoes. Dropping to her knees, she quickly untied the shoes and helped him step out of them. Finally she was able to slide the pants and underwear from his legs.
She next climbed into the bed and reached back to draw the judge in with her. Positioning him on his knees at the end of the bed, she reached up to the headboard and grabbed what was evidently some sort of lube. After pushing a rather large amount of the lube into herself, she backed up against the judge and impaled herself on his now rigid cock. She lowered her head to the bed and began rocking back and forth, moving his prick in and out of her ass. Again the judge stiffened slightly and apparently ejaculated, but it was obvious that he was not pleased with the quality of the act.
“This is terrible,” muttered Harold. “Don’t these selectees realize what is at stake? Doesn’t anyone teach them how to please a man?” He huffed rather loudly and added, “I’m not supposed to make statements that might affect voting, but I assure you that you are not watching a winning performance.”
The final part of her performance was not much better. She did remember to remove the third judge’s shoes before his pants, but her lackluster response once they were in the bed was not much better than with the second judge.
After they had finished, the stage lights went dark and crew members came on stage to reset for the next contestant. Harold looked directly into the camera and said, “What can I say?” He shook his head once again. “It is really sad to see someone go through all of that just to blow their chance at the last moment.”
The image flickered slightly as it changed from Harold’s live commentary to his later comments for the highlight program. “Normally,” he began, “we would present snippets from each of the five performances. But this year, to begin with, there are only four finalists. And there was what has to have been both the worst and the best performances in decades in the final round. So we have decided to present both of those performances in their entirety.”
He pressed his lips together in and shook his head slightly. “You have obviously just seen one of the worst performances in the past twenty years. In a moment you will see one of the best… but first a word from Twin Peaks Adult Products, for those times when you want the best in restraints and adult pleasure toys.
“Wouldn’t mind seeing that commercial,” said Ryan with a laugh. The others watching gave him a strange look as the image returned to the screen and the announcer, Harold’s, face.
“We are back for our final segment,” he said, smiling broadly at the camera. “These games have been some of the best that I have seen, and this final performance is the best in my memory.”
The scene behind him shifted to the stage for the finalist’s performance. “I should explain,” he said, freezing the image and once again drawing on it with his pointer, “that each contestant can request special arrangements or additions to the layout of the stage. Number four, who performed last, requested several additions to the basic layout.”
He drew three small circles on the screen. “First, notice these valet stands alongside the bed.” He drew four more circles on the bed itself and added, “And notice the shape of the corner posts on the bed. Those are by special request of the finalist. And finally, notice that the stripper pole has been reinforced and is anchored with guy wires that stretch to large wooden poles positioned outside the stage area.”
He turned to face the camera. “Number four also requested special music for her performance which she provided to the judges. She had obviously given this a LOT of thought even before she was selected. And once she was selected, she definitely had a plan to make it to the finals. She was that winner in record time from the previous round. Let’s look a
Portal Project – The Lottery Games · Part 3 (3/4)
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