The Dice (2/2)

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

Chapter 5. Experiments

On Saturday morning, Hannah sat in her kitchen, smoking and drinking coffee. She still had occasional tremors as she remembered the events of the night. She felt an urge to throw the dice away and forget them forever… and an equally strong urge to pick them up and try again.

She had to know for sure.

She took the dice from her pocket and looked at them intently, turning them in her fingers. Stop. What is this? She looked at the dice again. And again.

The numbers and images on the faces of the dice changed. They were perfectly still while she looked at them, but as soon as she turned the dice, the faces changed.

Hannah carefully placed the dice on the table and lit another cigarette. There was no way she could pretend anymore that these were just simple dice.

“Okay,” Hannah thought. “I’m crazy, but let’s say I’m not.”

She took a deep breath and rolled the dice.

Sex toys. Solo. For an hour.

Hannah sighed. Well, that didsn’t sound too scary or dangerous or complicated.

Hannah looked around the kitchen. She wasn’t a sex addict, but a woman alone these days always has a number of options. Vibrator, dildo, butt plug, beads… She decided to keep it simple. An anal plug and a vibrator.

With a wry smile, she set the timer. One hour. Hannah got undressed, lubricated the toys generously, lay down on the couch and inserted the plug into her ass. Ohh… That felt good. Then she turned on the vibrator and rubbed it gently against her clit. Mmm… Very nice.

Time passed. Hannah played with herself. She masturbated, changing positions: lying, sitting, standing. She used her hands and various sex toys. She enjoyed the pleasant sensations that grew stronger with time, the warmth and wetness in her pussy, the tingling of her clit, the butterflies scattering in her abdomen…

She came six times during the hour, each time stronger and longer than the one before. When the timer went off, Hannah was exhausted and satisfied. She stretched lazily, turned off the toys, and closed her eyes. A nap will be nice…

And she took a nap. Then she ate something, she did not care what, and took the dice again. She turned them in her fingers (the numbers and pictures kept changing) and rolled the dice.

Anal. With a stranger. Missionary style.

Hmm… Hannah looked around. She lived alone in a small apartment in a big building with many neighbors. She knew a few who lived closer to her. She thought, tossing the possibilities around in her head. Well… there was an art student the second door, they barely greeted each other, so he could go for a stranger… He might be home on Saturday. Okay. He’s in for a nice surprise.

The student opened the door, gasped, and stepped back. Hannah stood on the threshold, barefoot, wearing only a light, thin robe that hid nothing, with a small bottle of lube in her hands.

“No time to explain,” she said solemnly. “I need your assistance. Do you like anal with women?”

He stared at her in wonder. Hannah entered the apartment, closed the door behind her and smiled at him.

“Do you like anal with women?” She laughed against her will. The whole situation was so absurd!

The guy nodded.

“Excellent.”

She tossed him the bottle – he caught it automatically – and took off her robe.

“Lube my ass. Don’t tell me anything now, this is important. I’ll explain when you’re done.”

He nodded and followed her into his bedroom. Hannah lay on her back on the bed, put a pillow below her butt and spread her legs. He fumbled with his pants.

“Don’t worry. I know this is so weird, but it won’t hurt you in any way. Just relax, do me and enjoy. I will tell you the whole story later.”

He lubricated and penetrated her with such confidence. He was obviously experienced. Hannah had a little experience with anal sex, but she became aroused very quickly, jerking her ass to the rhythm of his thrusts as she approached her orgasm. She came before him.

He pulled out and they lay next to each other, panting.

“So…” he looked at Hannah curiously, “what’s the story? Is it some kind of challenge? A lost bet, maybe? My name is John, by the way.”

She chuckled. “I’m Hanna. It’s really strange,” she started. “I recently bought a set of strange dice in Egypt…”

When she finished, he whistled admiringly.

“Wow! And so far you’ve done everything the dice told you to do?”

She nodded. “Yes, so far. Once, my friend and I refused and ended up doing the task anyway, just… involuntarily and without pleasure. So I’m afraid to try to refuse again.”

He nodded. “I see… I want to look at the dice.”

“No problem. Come with me.”

In Hannah’s apartment, John leafed through the booklet thoroughly, then looked at the dice. “Nice artwork… A stylization of Arabic, I’m sure, but a pretty talented stylization.”

He held the dice in his hand and was about to roll them.

“Wait,” she stopped him. “If you do this, you will have to do what they tell you. And it might not be a task you like.”

“But you do.”

“I’m a different thing. I’m their owner. And I… feel a constant urge to roll them every day.”

“Um… Sounds like a cursed ring of Sauron.”

“Like that, yeah. Give us back our precciousss!”

They laughed, but he gave her the dice back.

“Now,” Hannah sighed, “I need your support. I need to check again what happens if I refuse the task. I need to be sure this was no accident.”

“Okay. What do you want me to do?”

“Just… hold my hand.”

Hannah held her breath and rolled the dice.

Naked walk. Once. In front of a crowd.

Hannah froze for a moment, staring blankly at the dice. “Oh shit…”

John looked at the dice and whistled. “Well, that’s… looks pretty bold. And are you going to refuse and see if you’re forced to do it anyway?”

Hannah frowned. “Yes, that’s the idea. But I think I could avoid worse cases. Would you mind taking a walk with me?”

They went out, to the park and the large square. It was a warm Saturday, so there were a lot of people. Hannah was trembling and clinging to John’s hand. She was wearing a light but sheltering dress with no underwear, and he had her spare dress in his backpack. If someone were to rip her dress off, at least it wouldn’t take long.

John led them slowly and confidently among the people, letting Hannah turn her head and even stop a few times to look at the beautiful view. They bought ice cream. Hannah relaxed a little. Maybe nothing would happen after all…

They reached the center of the square when Hannah suddenly heard a buzzing sound. A large wasp… no… three wasps… circled around her ankles… and… darted under her dress from underneath!

Hannah screamed, felt the touch of their legs on her bare skin, jumped, and without thinking tore her dress off. The wasps buzzed happily away. Hannah was left standing naked in the middle of the astonished crowd with a torn dress in her hands. After a minute’s pause, people gasped, laughed, cheered, and whistled at her.

Hannah blushed. John took her in his arms and led her naked through the crowd. At the square edge he handed her the spare dress.

“You see,” Hannah whispered as she dressed, “they made me tear off my own dress. And it wasn’t forced, I could resist. I chose to do it myself. Although I cannot imagine that I had the courage. Three wasps at once, man! I thought that only happens in cartoons!”

They sat in the cafe and John bought them coffee and dessert. “Indeed. Now I believe there are some unnatural forces at work.”

“And you don’t mind helping me?”

He smiled. “Are you kidding? It’s very interesting! And besides,” John winked at her, “it’s not easy to find such an attractive girl who wants anal right off the bat.”

Hannah laughed. “Well… I guess it’s nice to have a male companion. I’m going to roll the dice tomorrow morning, and if the task involves a man I know, I’ll give you a call.”

He nodded. “Sounds good.”

They spent the rest of the day together, and the night after.

Chapter 6. Translation

The next day, Hannah rolled the dice right after breakfast. She had an idea she wanted to pursue, so she wanted to finish the task early.

Public nudity. With a friend. On stage.

Hannah thought. Well, that’s perfect. She called Sarah.

“Hi. Did you sleep well?”

“Oh, hi Hannah… Yes, fine, thanks. How are you?”

“Great. Listen… I’m sure you remember the dice. Are you free today? I’m in need of your assistance.”

Sarah was silent for a moment. “What’s the assignment?”

“Public nudity. With a friend. On stage.”

She giggled. “And you thought of me first! It’s so sweet!”

“Okay,” Sarah said finally. “Come over to my place. I know an open summer stage where we won’t get arrested for that.”

The stage was in a park, which was the favorite place of defiant and outrageous youth. There were all kinds of clothes, hairstyles and colors, and yes, even some public nudity, with and without body paint.

“We’ll fit in perfectly!” Sarah grinned.

There was a folk group playing at the scene, with a crowd of young people singing and dancing around. So when Hannah and Sarah ran up to the scene naked and started dancing to the music, everyone just cheered, and even a couple of younger naked girls joined in.

When the music ended, Sarah and Hannah ran back to the bench and dressed up, panting and laughing.

“Thank you!” Hannah gave her a hug.

“Anytime!”

They parted, and Hannah went about her business. She had an appointment with the freelance Arabic translator she had found on the job board.

***

Flipping through the booklet, he raised an eyebrow.

“So interesting… Yes, I can do it, the language is clear. Considering the amount of text…” he paused for a moment, calculating, “that would be two days and $200. Okay?”

“Deal!”

They exchanged contacts and he left with the booklet.

While waiting for the translation, Hannah went to work and spent evenings with John, who turned out to be a nice man. She rolled the dice twice. The first time it was just ‘oral with a man followed by vaginal’, which John was happy to assist with. The second time it was ‘a striptease in a bar’, which she did with Sarah in one of the local pubs where they often hung out with friends.

Then the translation arrived and Hannah read it carefully. The translator had done a good job.

“It is a stylization of ancient Arabic,” he added in a note, “but a fairly recent one, I would date it to the middle of the XX century. Also, the text gives the odd impression of changing slightly from reading to reading, so I made three passes at it before I was sure I’d translated everything.”

Hannah began to read.

The booklet started with the already familiar warning that the dice are more than just a simple teasing game. Then came the main part, with examples of the tasks (that’s where all the pictures were). There were also many warnings that the tasks were mandatory, and that attempts to refuse would result in the tasks being forced involuntarily and harshly. Okay, she already knew all that. But there was more…

First, dice could not be lost, stolen, or thrown away; they always returned to the owner. The only way to get rid of them is to sell them to someone else. Okay, that fits perfectly with the image of a magic artifact.

And second, the tasks will become more and more challenging over time, until… the text was vague about this. “Until one day you won’t need the dice anymore.”

Hannah leaned back in her chair. What did this mean? Would the dice just stop working for her? Or would she die one day by an elaborate sexual torture? Or would she become such a sophisticated sex addict that her needs and fantasies would exceed the dice’s capabilities?

Hannah shuddered. This is ridiculous. Let’s postpone the future grand finale and concentrate on the present. The dice gradually increase the level of the tasks. Fine. She could handle that… maybe.

She closed the translation and rolled the dice.

Sex in bondage, blindfolded.

Okay… She called John.

“Hello, dear… I have an unusual proposition for you…”

Chapter 7. Pain and Pleasure

After the first bondage request, the dice seemed to start exploring BDSM options. Hannah performed several bondage tasks with both John and Sarah, where she was tied up more and more tightly and uncomfortably. At one of the requests, she performed as a shibari model for a long daily session, followed by the BDSM gangbang party. Hannah was amazed that she not only endured this, but also got a lot of arousal and orgasms in the process.

Then the dice turned to pain. They started with spanking, then moved on to clamps, waxing, slapping, and scratching. Hannah was reluctant at first, but the tasks were mild at the beginning, and she remembered what awaited her if she tried to refuse. She soon discovered that pain mixed with sex was pleasurable.

Fortunately for Hannah, it turned out that John and Sarah were happy to assist, so she did not have to involve anyone else.

But then the tasks included needles, strong electric shocks, and fire. “That’s too much for me,” John shook his head, and for a while Hannah joined a BDSM club with an extensive dungeon. Here Hannah met Alice, a dominatrix with a lot of experience and imagination, and she taught Hannah a lot, including how to endure pain.

She came out of this phase with a few scars and burns, and a lot of amazing experiences of her own.

Then the dice turned to humiliation. Hannah performed various humiliating tasks in public: exhibitionism, urination, defecation, dog training, etc. One time it was a full public gangbang – Hannah walked naked down the street and offered herself to passersby. Many of them accepted. Once again, Hannah was surprised to find that despite the apparent humiliation, these tasks produced a great deal of arousal and intense orgasms.

And then the dice got cruel. They included cutting, branding, whipping, beating, piercing, and other injuries – fortunately limited. The dice were obviously designed for sex, not to kill the owner.

Hannah has got more scars. John was seriously concerned about her health, treated her wounds, hugged her tenderly, and reminded her that there was still love and gentle sex in the world.

Finally, the dice finished with the hard stuff and gave Hannah a few weeks of simple sex, public nudity, and group action without humiliation. Hannah laughed as she realized that she was looking at the tasks, that would initially embarrass and frighten her, as an easy break.

But she was afraid. What did the dice have in store for her? She just could not imagine anything more challenging. But what if the dice could?

Chapter 8. Most Challenging

One morning Hannah rolled the dice and read:

“Simple vaginal, oral and anal sex. For twelve hours.”

Ouch. Hannah felt herself shudder. She had been gangbanged before, sometimes hard, but it never lasted more than four hours, and she remembered how exhausted she was at the end.

“Twelve hours?” John was concerned. “Are you sure you want to go through with this?”

Hannah swallowed. “Remember our conversation about turning down assignments?”

John shrugged. “Well, if you say so… But please call me if you need any help.”

“Sure.”

She really did call John and Sarah for help (Sarah had become such a close companion to her during the whole dice story…), and they arranged the sex marathon at the big swingers club. It turned out that Hannah was far from the first woman to try this, so the club had procedures and guidelines for such things.

It wasn’t that hard. She was allowed short breaks when Sarah and John helped her clean up, gave her water and something nourishing, and treated her scrapes and abrasions. After twelve hours, Hannah could barely walk on her own, so John carried her home in his arms. She then slept for twelve hours straight.

Then came several more marathon tasks. Like walking outside naked for a week (Hannah managed that too, although she had to take a week off work for it). Or participating as a porn actress in the filming of a full-length porn movie. Or working in a brothel for two weeks (Sarah, with her extensive connections in strange companies, found one for Hannah where the girls were treated well).

And then… One morning, the dice said: “Life in a trio family. For one year.”

Hannah ran her hands through her hair. Then she called John and Sarah, took out a box with three engagement rings, got down on one knee and said: “I propose to you…” Sarah covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide, and John just hugged them both.

***

A year after Hannah almost forgot to take the dice out. Her life was so full and exciting. Sometimes they argued, of course, and sometimes they just sulked, but mostly their life together was just full of happiness and joy. And Hannah enjoyed every minute of her unrestricted sexuality, not tied down by another challenge.

So she shivered with dark anticipation as she took out the dice.

“You know, you don’t have to roll,” Sarah said. Both she and John were even more worried about Hannah than she was about herself. “Until you roll, you are not bound by anything.”

“But I have to roll,” Hannah sighed. “I feel the urge.”

So she rolled the dice.

They looked at the result.

Sell the dice. For $50.

“That’s even cheaper than I bought them!” Hannah laughed.

***

Hannah considered selling them to an antique shop, but one of her (now former) co-workers, hearing rumors of her wild adventures, asked to buy them.

“Do you understand what you are asking for?” Hannah clarified. “You will have to do much… stuff.” She lifted her skirt to reveal scars on her hips.

The girl looked at Hannah’s happy face and shining eyes. “Yes, I think so. And I think it is absolutely worth it.”

So she left with the box of dice, the booklet, and the translation.

Maybe one day you’ll find yourself in a mysterious antique shop. Then be careful.

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