The Dice (1/2)

A woman buys the sex game dice in a mysterious shop. The dice turn out to be macical… Part 1/2.

Chapter 1. The Antique Shop

Hannah did not choose it. She was just wandering through the streets filled with small shops and restaurants, killing time before the plane back home and looking for places to spend what was left of her local currency. She pushed the door of the shop on impulse, perhaps attracted by its mysterious appearance (but then again, about half the shops there had mysterious appearances), perhaps just by chance.

The interior was no less mysterious than the exterior. It was dark, poorly lit, full of small objects that Hannah could barely see – statues, jewelry, figurines, boxes, books… All kinds of things, really, some of which seemed to be from modern times, others from ages past. It was impossible to tell if this place was run by a cunning swindler selling overpriced tourist junk, or if he was really selling some unique treasures. Probably both. There were few customers in the shop and no shopkeepers in sight, so Hannah began to browse without anyone bothering her.

She twisted some beads and figurines in her hands, unfolded some ancient maps with inscriptions in unknown languages, sniffed some balms and perfumes… Finally, she came to an elegantly inlaid box with three dice inside. The price tag exactly matched her remaining money, and Hannah took it as a sign of fate.

She looked closer. The dice were obviously intended for a sex game, the typical kind, with poses and actions finely drawn on the sides. There were no words, just numbers, but the pictures gave clear instructions. Hannah shrugged. The dice looked ancient, made of some white stone, pleasant to touch, with a black pattern. But of course they could not be that ancient, the whole concept was probably invented less than a century ago… But they certainly looked ancient.

Hannah took the box and came to the counter, calling for the shopkeeper. He suddenly appeared from behind one of the shelves, as if out of thin air. He was an Arab man, in his fifties, maybe sixties, dressed in a traditional white robe, tall, with a long beard, calm and serious. He did not greet them, just took the box of dice and asked:

“Do you want to buy?”

Hannah nodded. The shopkeeper took something from under the counter and handed it to her. It was a small booklet, similar to the instructions that usually come with board games. Like the box and the dice, it looked ancient, with yellowish pages and a worn leather cover. Unfortunately, it was written in Arabic (perhaps ancient Arabic), which Hannah did not understand. Fortunately, there were pictures, quite clear and… um, explicit.

Hannah flipped through the booklet, trying to figure out how the dice worked. It showed various scenes of lovemaking between two (sometimes more) people of different genders. The first ones depicted casual lovemaking – kissing, fondling, caressing, standard sex poses. The pictures included pictograms from the dice faces, so everything was really perfectly clear. The later pages got more and more kinky – oral, anal, BDSM and even more perverted. Hannah did not have the courage to look to the end. Okay, she got the idea. After all, she did not have to do every suggestion the dice could give.

She nodded and opened the purse. The shopkeeper silently accepted her last Egyptian pounds, placed the dice and the booklet in a package, and handed it to Hannah.

“Be careful with these,” he said. “There’s more than you expect.”

A common tourist gimmick, Hannah thought. It’s strange, though, that he said that after the purchase and not before, as the vendors usually do.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“They may look like the game dice, but they are real. They will change your life.”

He said no more, and she did not ask. They exchanged polite smiles, and Hannah walked out into the street. She put the dice and instructions in her purse and headed for the airport.

Chapter 2. The Plane Home

Hannah had plenty of time to kill on the four-hour flight. She drank some wine suggested by the flight attendants, carelessly played Candy Crush on her phone, fumbled for a book in her purse, and stumbled across the package of dice. She almost forgot them.

She took out the box and the booklet and looked at them. Hmm. Strangely, she had the feeling that she was seeing different pictures in the shop. The theme was the same, but the details were different. And… hmm… the woman on most of the pictures resembled her. No. She shook her head. This is just crazy. She just did not have a good look at the booklet in the store, so no wonder she had no memory of the details. And the resemblance to her could just be a coincidence.

She inspected the dice. Again that odd feeling that the images on the faces of the dice had changed. And the numbers – they did not go from 1 to 6, there were some random numbers in the range from 1 to 20. How could that be? How are they supposed to play this game?

She noticed that the passenger next to her, a handsome young man, was looking at the booklet and dice out of the corner of his eye, trying to look casual and inconspicuous. She blushed, then looked at him. Whatever, it’s just a stupid game.

“Do you, by any chance, read Arabic?” she asked. “I’m afraid I’m missing some important instructions, being limited to the pictures.”

Now it was his turn to blush. “No, sorry… But I suppose the pictures tell it all. May I take a look?”

“Sure.”

He took the booklet, flipped through the pages and turned even redder. “Wow. I never thought it would be physically possible…”

“Let me see!”

But he slammed the booklet shut. “Sorry. I’m too shy to show you this kinky stuff.”

They looked at each other and laughed. Something – either the wine or the subject – made them feel high and playful.

“I dare you to try this game!” Hannah winked at him. “How about I roll the dice, just once, and we do what they say?”

He blushed, both with excitement and fear.

“And what if they suggest… something explicit?”

“We’ll do it in the airplane bathroom… or in a rented room upon arrival.”

Hannah felt mischievous. The man licked his lips.

“Well… Okay!” He chuckled. “My name is Serge, by the way.”

“Hannah. So… let’s roll…”

She shook the dice in her hands. Their hearts were racing. Finally, she rolled the dice on a folding table. They looked at them intently, then sighed with relief.

“To kiss… with a…”

“A stranger, I suppose. That would be my interpretation of the pictogram…”

“…twice.”

They looked at each other, laughed, hugged and kissed. Then they kissed again.

“Mmm… You are good at that…” Hannah purred.

Serge smiled. “Shall we roll the dice again?”

“To see if they suggest something we both want anyway?”

They hugged again.

“Let’s just do it. And I suggest the room on arrival, there is too little room in the bathroom here.”

She took the dice away.

They chatted happily for the rest of the flight. When they arrived, they rented the room and everything was perfect for them. Then they left for their hometowns and never saw each other again.

Chapter 3. The Office

Hannah came home tired but happy. She visited her parents, caught up with her friends, unpacked her suitcase, and fell asleep. On Monday, she went back to work. Her job was nothing exciting – she was just an ordinary office worker, a secretary. Answering the phone, typing documents, making copies and coffee, all those things.

And the box with the dice in it was tucked away in her pocket. She had no plans to use them in the office, but it felt strangely comforting just to hold them and look at them from time to time.

Hannah took them out again during her lunch break in the office kitchen. A few of her co-workers sat down at the table to chat with her. As they talked, they looked curiously at the dice.

“Sex dice?” One of them giggled.

“An exotic souvenir,” Hannah replied. “I bought them in Egypt.”

“Can I see them?”

Hannah reluctantly handed them over. She did not want to draw attention to them, but apparently it was already too late. Her colleague, a cute redhead named Sarah, examined the dice, flipped through the booklet Hannah had handed her, and grinned.

“I have a similar set at home, but yours are so much better! A real work of art, and the options are so elaborate…”

Hannah blushed. “So you play dice like that?”

“With my boyfriend, yeah… sometimes with girls, when we get drunk and funny at parties… Would you like to try?”

Hannah hesitated. She wanted to hide the dice and leave, but somehow she stayed.

“Maybe later, at a girls’ night out… Or at least when we have more time and fewer witnesses.”

Everyone at the table burst out laughing. Sarah nodded.

“Okay. Consider yourself booked for the next night! But I want to try it now. Just once, to feel the thrill… May I?”

Hannah felt strangely reluctant, as if the dice were her very personal possession, but she overcame that silly feeling and nodded.

“No problem, go ahead. And what would you do if they told you to do something… uncomfortable?”

Sarah shrugged.

“Don’t take it too seriously! It’s just a game, we don’t have to follow every instruction.”

And she rolled the dice carelessly.

Everyone at the table watched with great interest to see what came out.

“Striptease… At a…” Hannah said aloud, looking at the first cube.

Sarah blushed. Everyone waited anxiously. The second cube was…

“…Party! With five or more spectators!” Hannah finished reading the dice.

Sarah froze for a moment.

“Well,” someone said. “There are a lot more than five spectators here in the kitchen, and the lunch break could count as a party…”

Sarah grinned unsmilingly, then giggled.

“Okay! Just a quick one… And don’t tell anyone else!”

Everyone cheered. Hannah could hardly believe what was happening. Sarah stood up and stood in the middle of the kitchen. She undressed – slowly, but without pausing, taking off her blouse, bra and pants, leaving only underwear panties and high heels. Her body was beautiful – smooth pale skin covered with freckles, small but firm breasts with hard pink nipples, shapely legs… She made several dance moves, turning around, moving her hips, running her fingers over her curves, licking her lips… And finally she pulled off her panties and kicked them away.

The people in the kitchen gasped.

“Ohhh…”

“Wow…”

“Sarah, you are the queen!”

Sarah took a few more steps, blushing intensely, then waved to them and quickly started to get dressed again.

“Cool!” Hannah said when Sarah was back at the table. “I envy you! So brave, so free!”

Sarah smiled.

“It’s not hard at all. Actually, I’ve done more outrageous things at parties with my friends… Maybe you can join us next time?”

Hannah nodded.

“Okay. Next time. I’ll bring the dice.”

“Deal!”

Sarah looked at her watch. “Well, back to work in five minutes… See you later.”

Chapter 4. The Girls’ Night Out

On Friday, Sarah picked up Hannah after work. They arrived at a spacious apartment where other girls were already gathering.

“This is our usual place,” Sarah explained. “We rent it for parties. The price is reasonable if we all get it split on, and we don’t have to bother cleaning up afterwards.”

Hannah nodded. She was nervous – it was not the first time she attended girls’ night outs, but it was the first time she planned to get wild and spicy. Sarah introduced her to her friends. All girls were attractive and charming, in their twenties and early thirties. Hannah already knew some of them from previous parties. Some wore T-shirts and jeans, some were dressed casually and comfortably, others were already half naked. Hannah felt a bit out of place at first, but soon she relaxed and started enjoying the party atmosphere.

After a few dances and some bottles of champaigne, they dimmed the lights, ready for more teasing. Some of the girls were already partially undressed and kissing, not needing any extra prompting. Sarah took Hannah aside.

“Are you ready for our game?”

Hannah nodded. She took out the dice and the booklet and put them on the coffee table. The girls whistled.

“Nice! These are even prettier and more erotic than I imagined… Look at the drawings!”

“Who’s going to roll first?”

Sarah looked at Hannah. Hannah hesitated.

“I’ll get in later. Let you start.”

“Okay…” Sarah rolled the dice.

The girls almost bumped their heads watching the outcome.

“Oral… With two strangers!” Someone read aloud.

“Men or women?”

“No restriction.”

Sarah looked around.

“Um… I don’t mind oral, but I already know everyone here…”

“We could go outside and pick someone unknown!” the girls giggled.

“You know, maybe I’d rather pass…” Sarah shook her head. “I’m not that drunk yet.”

“Hey, it’s just a game, right?” Hannah teased. “You’re not scared, are you? Roll again, maybe you’ll get something easier.”

“Yeah, roll again!”

Sarah nodded, shook the dice again, and rolled. Everyone gasped.

“Oral. With two strangers.”

Sarah frowned and rolled again.

Same result.

The girls shivered as if from a cold wind.

“The dice are pretty persistent!”

“This feels like the beginning of a spooky story…”

Hannah looked at Sarah, who was visibly frightened, and hugged her.

“I don’t know what’s happening. Maybe we should take the dice away and not spoil the night…”

“Okay…” Sarah shivered in her arms.

Hannah hid the dice in her pocket and the night continued. Until, an hour later, several girls went to the balcony to smoke.

The balcony ran around the entire building, from one apartment to the next. The boundaries between sections of the balcony were purely symbolic. From time to time, someone would cross over to borrow something from a neighbor’s apartment – sugar, tea bags, coffee, condoms, cigarettes…

So the girls weren’t alarmed when three tall men approached them.

“Hello! We live next door. Do you have any cigarettes?…”

Sarah handed them her pack. The men thanked her, lit up and joined her. They were handsome, strong and well-built, and seemed to enjoy the company of beautiful women. And they were quite drunk, and becoming more and more insistent.

“Would you like to party with us?”

Sarah politely declined. Hannah noticed how restless Sarah was becoming. Finally, Sarah jumped up.

“Enough! This is a girls’ night out, gentlemen, please go to your place!”

One of the boys grabbed her wrist. “Hey, relax! What’s wrong with having fun with us?”

Sarah tried to pull away but couldn’t. Hannah got up and stepped forward.

“Leave her alone!”

“Come on, it’s just a game!”

Hannah looked around in horror as a man grabbed her wrist. I have to call for help! But there was no one else on the balcony, and the music from the apartment was so loud that no one would hear her… She took a deep breath anyway, ready to scream, when he clamped her mouth.

“Hush, dear!”

“Let’s just have a little fun and then we’ll leave…”

Hannah struggled in vain, tears in her eyes. Next to her, Sarah was twitching and moaning, trying to free herself from two men.

“Now,” they said, completely overcoming the girls’ resistance, “you have a choice. You can blow us, or we can fuck you really hard.”

Sarah and Hannah looked at them, scared.

“If you are for the blow jobs, just nod.”

They exchanged looks and nodded.

“Good girls.” The men began to unzip. “And no tricks with your teeth or screaming for help, or we won’t be so gentle.”

Sucking their cocks wasn’t so bad. Under different circumstances, Hannah would even enjoy it.

“Open your mouths wider…”

“Yeah, like that…”

Sarah and Hannah sucked diligently and skillfully, hoping they would soon come and leave them alone.

“Damn, this is great! Ooh, faster…”

“Take it deeper…”

They moaned louder and louder. Hannah prayed for them to come soon. Sarah moaned, taking the cock deep into her throat.

Finally they came, one after the other, filling their mouths with cum. Hannah swallowed. Sarah coughed beside her. While Hannah got one long blowjob, Sarah got two.

“Good night, pretty girls!” The men patted their heads and left.

The girls hugged, sobbing, still on their knees.

“What a horror…” Hannah whispered.

“I don’t understand,” Sarah sobbed. “This is such a safe place. This has never happened here…”

“We have to call the police.”

“Sure… Let’s just calm down a bit…”

The girls trembled in each other’s arms.

“It was so fast and so casual… It was like a game to them…”

“A game.”

“The dice.”

They looked at each other, frightened.

“Oral. With two strangers,” Sarah whispered.

“That can’t be…” Hannah shook her head. “It’s just the dice. No scary, cursed ancient artifact!”

“Want to try and check?”

Hannah shuddered. “Not today.”

Sarah nodded.

“Me neither.”

They returned to the apartment. Everyone immediately noticed their messy makeup, tangled hair, and frightened faces.

“What happened to you?”

“Did someone bother you?”

“Nothing happened,” Hannah said. “We just had a few cigarettes on the balcony with the neighbors.”

“Looks like you smoked too much. Are you okay?”

Hannah looked around. The party was starting to cool down and everyone was getting sleepy.

“I think it’s time for me to go home.”

They did not call the police.

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