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.