The Lottery - a Story
 by Delta Venus

Copyright 2009



If I had followed my normal pattern, kept my foot on the floor
and the car in it's lane until I got where I was going, no matter
how far away my destination, I'd never have found out about The
Lottery. I didn't follow my normal pattern, though. I was tired
of driving, and a little bit hungry, so instead of doing a
convenient drive-thru so I could keep right on truckin', I pulled
off the interstate at the first real sit-down type restaurant I
saw. If I'd picked some other joint to eat at, well, life would
be different.


I didn't notice at first, partly because it wasn't something you
would expect to see happening in your average diner, and also
because the other patrons and the lady beind the counter were
completely ignoring what was going on. I parked myself at the
counter, and was presented with a menu, which I was starting to
look over, when a gagging noise from over in the corner finally
made me look over in that direction. I was flabbergasted! A very
attractive young woman was bent over a stool, getting fucked
roughly by two men.


She was wearing a black halter top, a very short version of a
dark plaid schoolgirl's uniform skirt, white stockings that came
up just above her knees, and black mules. She had really nice
curves, with just a hint of baby fat that told of her youth. Her
reddish brown hair was cut in shape that looked like a cross
between the Dorothy Hamil skater look and a wedge. I couldn't
tell what color her eyes were, as her hair was hanging into her
face, and the man in front of her had his hand on the back of her
neck holding her while he roughly stuffed his rather large cock
into her mouth. He wasn't being gentle about it, either. About
every third trust, he would go for the back of her throat,
causing the gagging noise that had caused me to look at them in
the first place.


Her halter top was pulled up, exposing a very nice pair of tits,
one of which the man sticking his cock in her mouth was pinching
with gusto. He looked like a redneck, complete with suspender
overalls, a plaid wool shirt, and a rather large beer gut, to
match his rather large cock. He had greasy black hair, combed
back, and a greasy smile as he took pleasure in plunging his
thick meat into the girls mouth.


Her very short skirt was flipped up over her back, exposing her
pantieless bottom, which a rather tall, thin man with jeans
around his ankles was busy taking advantage of. He was stabbing
his average sized cock into her pussy with great abandon, pulling
all the way out after each forward thrust, then plunging it back
in with power, showing no finesse, just raw savage strength. It
looked like nothing short of an out and out hard rape, except it
was happening right here in public, and the girl didn't seem to
be struggling to get away.


I was stunned. I did nothing but watch for a moment or two, then
I was snapped to reality by the lady behind the counter.


"What would you care to order?" she asked me.


"What? Oh, uh, shouldn't we do something?" I stammered, still
unable to take my eyes off the spectacle of hard, rough sex.


"I don't see anything that is any of our business. What'll you
have, mister?"


"Uh, the chicken-fried steak special, I guess. And a beer."


I sat there trying not to look, to be as cool as the other
customers, who were obviously not impressed by the spectacle.
They seemed to be ignoring the public sexual antics quite
effectively. I don't think I did a very good job, it was just too
surreal, and too sexually charged, for me to pay no attention.
The girl was hot, and she was really getting fucked. About
half-way through my meal, the thin guy pounding her from behind
pulled out, and shot long sticky strands of cum down the back of
her thighs, which ran down her legs to the tops of her stockings.
The redneck using her mouth plunged to the back of her throat,
and held her there gagging as he let loose with his load, some of
it leaking out around his fat dick and dribbling down her chin.
Both men casually dressed, and walked out of the diner as cool as
can be. The girl satyed bent over the stool for a minute or so,
catching her breath, then wiped the cum from her chin and licked
it off her fingers. Then she got up, pulled down her halter top,
picked up a pair of panties from the floor and pulled them on,
adjusted her skirt, and also walked out of the diner like nothing
had happened. Incredible!


I tried to get the counter lady or the other customers to tell me
what the hell that had all been about, but they weren't talking.
All I could get out of them was that it wasn't any of their
business, they hadn't seen anything they cared to talk about.
Nothing to see here, best just forget it and move along. Damn!
They must all be in on whatever the hell was happening, otherwise
what I'd just seen would have had them all flapping their gums
for years to come, not to mention having called the cops in a
heartbeat. I finished up my meal, and left the diner to walk off
the beer before getting back on the highway, and to try and clear
my head. Had I really just witnessed a schoolgirl getting fucked
hard by two guys in a public diner?


There was a park just down the street from the diner, and as I
entered it, damned if I didn't see the girl again! She was
sitting on a picnic table, legs hanging over the edge spread
wide, while a new guy I hadn't seen before was pounding her pussy
at a regular but rapid pace. Holy shit! I sat at another picnic
table, and watched the two of them go at it. It didn't take long
before the new player couldn't hold back any longer. He pulled
out and shot semen onto her well fucked pussy and down across her
right thigh, gathered up his trousers, and walked off leaving her
still sitting on the table. This girl must be the town slut, I
figured, and watching all the action had me quite horny, so I
wasn't thinking real straight. I approached the girl, intent on
getting into the action. As I reached out to touch her, she let
out a blood-curdling scream!


Suddenly several guys were there, and I was roughly pulled away
from the girl, who still sat with her legs spread wide open,
exposed to everyone in the park, glistening cum smeared on her
thigh and in the small patch of hair above her swollen,
well-fucked hole.


"Hey, guy, you don't have a wristband! You have to wait until
Friday, fucker!" said one of the guys grabbing me.


"I don't think he's a Citizen!" said another. "He'd know better
if he was! Better call the Sherriff's!"


"I think someone already called 'em, here they come now!" said
another.


Before I could gather my wits, a police cruiser with lights and
sirens blazing screeched to a halt, and a pair of burly Deputies
had me cuffed and stuffed in the back. I swear as we pulled away
that the girl was on her knees in front of one of my captors,
sucking his dick. Maybe I was halucinating the whole thing, and I
had just assaulted some innocent girl in the park. No way! I know
what I had been witnessing. The ride in the back of the cruiser
was short, and before you know it I was tossed in a cell at the
Sherriff's office.


"Don't worry, buddy, you won't have to stay here too long. The
Sherrif will be back soon, and he'll explain a few facts to you,
and you can be on your way," said one of the Deputies, as he
closed the barred door of the cell. This was getting weirder and
weirder. As I sat in the cell, I thought about the incident in
the park. What had those guys been talking about? Wristbands?
Looking back, I could recall that the guys who had been banging
the girl in the diner did have on bright red bands on their left
wrists, and so had the guys doing her in the park. What did it
mean? What was all that about waiting until Friday, too? I was
quite puzzled.


True to the deputy's word, the Sheriff showed up about a half
hour after I got stuffed in the cell. He didn't say anything to
alleviate my confusion about the events I had witnessed, but he
did make some things abundantly clear.


"We don't take kindly to folks molesting our women in this town,
sir. Now, I'm sure you were just confused, so we won't make a
case out of it - this time. Keep your mouth shut, and I'll tell
you a few things, so we won't have any future troubles. I don't
know exactly what you saw, but you didn't see what you think you
saw - get my drift? Didn't happen. If you had seen some strange
behavior, which you didn't, that behavior would be especially
reserved for citizens of this town, not strangers passing
through. Anyone who wasn't a citizen that acted in such a manner
would wind up in here on sexual assault charges, get a speedy
trial with a local jury, and be breaking rocks in prison before
they knew what was happening to them. Got it? Good! Now we can
just forget the whole thing, and I'm sure you'll agree it would
be best if you were to get back on the Interstate and move along
to wherever you were headed."


He opened up the cell, and led me out of the jailhouse, stopping
at the front door as I exited the building.


"It's a free country, but I'd really rather not see you around
town again," he said, and gave me a friendly wave, but his eyes
weren't sending the same signal. They were steely and severe,
nothing friendly about them. I felt a rush of relief. I was no
longer imprisoned, nothing bad had happened, I wouldn't be facing
any legal problems, and I was happy to just get the hell out of
Dodge. I walked back to my car, still parked in front of the
diner, got in, and wasted no time doing exactly what the Sheriff
had instructed me to do. The Interstate never looked so good!


I was still confused, but I pushed it out of my mind, at least
for a while. I just couldn't shake it, though. Eventually events
pushed their way back into my thoughts. Something sinister was
going on in that town, and I felt like I had to do something.
About then I saw a road sign for the State Police, and without
thinking about it, I pulled off the Interstate and followed the
signs to their offices. I parked in front, got out of my car, and
went inside. I wasn't quite sure what to say as I walked up to
the desk, so I probably seemed confused to the officer behind the
front desk.


"I just had a very strange encounter in a little town back down
the highway a ways. I think I witnessed a rape, but it was very
confusing."


"Oh, I think you'll need to talk with the duty Sergeant," the
officer said knowingly. "Have a seat over there, and I'll see if
he has a few minutes."


I barely had time to sit down before another officer popped out
of one of the offices, and waved at me to come back.


"Afternoon, sir. I'm Sergeant Dan Buckner. Have a seat. Now, I'll
bet I can guess what you have to say. You witnessed a young lady
being molested in public, right? No one would do anything about
it, and the Sheriff ran you out of town. Is that correct?"


"Yes! How did you know?"


"You aren't the first person to come in with such a story. We've
had a few. Here's the problem, we know something is going on, but
there isn't much we can do about it. No one in that town will say
anything, and the girls refuse to file a complaint. We sent in
some undercover men, and they directly witnessed an assault, but
when we took it to court, the girl denied everything, and every
local witness testified that our operatives were lying. It got
tossed right out of court. Later attempts to get something on
film, so as to have uncontestable evidence, have all failed for
various reasons. We've given up trying. I'd suggest you forget
about it, there really isn't much we can do. If you want, we'll
take a report and fill out a lot of paperwork, but that is about
as far as things will go."


"Do you have any idea what the hell is going on?"


"Nope. It's just plain weird."


I thanked the Sergeant, and went back out to my car. I was
determined to follow his advice, and just forget about the whole
thing, but my damn brain still wouldn't let go of it. I got back
on the Interstate, kept the pedal down, and made my destination
before nightfall. I shacked up in the motel I usually stay at
when I'm in that part of the State, but I couldn't sleep well.
Visions of the very attractive young woman getting banged hard
kept filling my head. I jacked off, hoping that would alleviate
the tension, and the visions. I had a very intense orgasm, but it
didn't help a bit, I was still thinking about what had gone down,
and seeing it all very vividly in my mind. I did finally fall
into a shallow sleep, which did me a little good, but I wasn't
very refreshed when I woke. I made a couple of sales calls, but I
was distracted, and couldn't seal any deals. I knew I was going
to have to do something.


Before I knew it, I was back on the Interstate, heading back. I
was almost certain this would be trouble, but I was compelled in
a way I couldn't resist. I drove as if I was hypnotized, and
although it was quite some distance, it seemed like no time had
passed when I was finally pulling into the parking lot of the
diner where it had all started. The same lady was behind the
counter, and she looked both amused and a little startled that I
was back. I had almost expected the young woman to be there, bent
over a table or something, but she was nowhere to be seen. Before
I could sit down at the counter and order, an elderly woman
sitting towards the back of the place beckoned to me.


"Come over here, young man, and buy me a cup of coffee. Don't be
shy!"


What the hell, I went over and sat down. The woman was white
haired and quite aged, but she had a strong voice, and you could
tell she must have been quite attractive when she was younger.
She lowered her voice, as if she didn't want to be overheard.


"I can tell when someone is about to get into trouble. I'd like
to keep you out of it. I don't suppose you'd just leave and
forget about our little town, huh? I didn't think so. I've seen
the obsessed before, and you've got the look. OK. I'm not
supposed to tell anyone, no one in this town is supposed to talk
about it, but I figure you had better learn our secret or you'll
wind up in deep shit."


What an introduction! She had me hooked. I waved the waitress
over to get some coffee, and when we both had a cup in front of
us, and the waitress was safely back behind the counter out of
earshot, the old woman told me about The Lottery.


No one knows how long ago it started. It was conceived as a way
to reduce or eliminate sex crimes, infidelity, teen pregnancy,
date rape and the like. It was also a revenue generator, and a
way to increase tax compliance. Every girl in the senior class of
the local high school was eligible, but participation in The
Lottery was strictly voluntary. One young woman would be picked
by random drawing, and she would be the town fuck until the next
yearly Lottery drawing. Anyone who paid into a Special Tax Usage
District (STUD) fund got a special red wristband, and could do
anything they wanted to the Lottery winner, anytime, just so long
as it left no permanent marks or damage. All other citizens of
the town could do the same, but only on Fridays, so long as any
normally assessed taxes they owed were paid in full. The girl was
an outlet for sexual aggression and frustration, and a huge
incentive to pay taxes, and to pony up extra money for the STUD
fund. Teenage boys didn't need to pressure their dates for sex,
wives need not worry about their husbands straying except with
the winner, which by town decree didn't count as infidelity.


The incentive to the girls to enter the contest was big. They
were given a piece of property with a nice house on it. They
never had to pay property tax, unless they got married, after
which they would only pay half the normal rate. Any year they
spent more than six months residing in town, they received a
substantial annuity payment, married or not. And the biggie, any
school they desired to attend, their tuition and board was paid
in full, for the rest of their life. Want to go back at age 70
and attend Harvard? You get accepted to the school, and it is
paid for. So a young lady could live comfortably without having
to ever work, and if she sought to improve herself with a good
education, it was taken care of. All this for one year of service
as a fuck toy. Not all the girls entered The Lottery, but the
drawing always had a substantial amount of entries.


"Believe every word of it, honey. I was a Lottery winner about 50
years ago!" chuckled the old woman.


I did believe every word. Now I knew what was going on, and why
no one was talking.


                 *            *            *

The raven haired teenager looked so fucking sexy kneeling naked
at my feet. Even sexier looking was my hard cock in between her
pouty lips. I liked the look of the shiny new red band around my
left wrist, too. I held the back of her head as she bobbed my
knob, making sure she took as much of me in as she could without
gagging. God, it felt great! I always enjoyed a blowjob in the
park, with the sun shining in the sky, a fresh breeze smelling
faintly of pine needles and unknown wildflowers.


It felt good to be a new homeowner, and this was one citizen who
was happy to pay his taxes!


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