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...”