theseus
SERVILIS CURATOR
My own take on the adventures of Alice.
Alice in trouble!
The notice on the door of the balcony of her hired apartment was very clear.
“Nudity is prohibited in Zanzibar! Penalties are severe! First offence: 100 lashes of a rhino hide whip, administered in public in the square outside the Grand Mosque, plus six months of hard labour in the salt mines. There has never been a second offence.”
Alice, like so many tourists, considered it a joke. So much so, in fact, that she took a nude selfie and posted it on Cruxforums, together with a report on her holiday in Zanzibar.
She was dozing on the balcony, dreaming happily about the night she had spent with the muscular beach boy she had met, when the door burst open and she was surrounded by men in white robes. They were all shouting at once, and although she couldn’t understand the language, she knew she was in trouble!
“Please, let me put some clothes on!” She begged as they dragged her down the stairs. “Why, whore of an unbeliever?” The man in the red headdress shouted in her face. “You want to flaunt your godless body! You can flaunt it in the square as the whip flays your skin, and you can flaunt it for the next half a year in the salt mines. Perhaps at the end of that time you will have learned some modesty!”
As they hustled her out into the street, she managed to break away. She ran! The coral paving cut into her feet, she could hear the men close behind her, panting, but desperation lent wings to her feet. The narrow alleys twisted and turned, she had lost all sense of direction, she ran, desperately!
Suddenly the alley opened into a large square. She could see the sea. She ducked around a huge fig tree, then skidded to a halt! Ahead of her was large, gold domed building. A crowd of white robed men waited in front of it. Many others, men and women, stood around the edges. In the centre of the square was a tall pole. Next to it, a superbly muscled man, stripped to the waist, stood, smiling broadly. Coiled in his hand was an evil looking whip.
Sobbing, panting, Alice stopped. There was no escape!
Render by Julie and Melissa.
Alice in trouble!
The notice on the door of the balcony of her hired apartment was very clear.
“Nudity is prohibited in Zanzibar! Penalties are severe! First offence: 100 lashes of a rhino hide whip, administered in public in the square outside the Grand Mosque, plus six months of hard labour in the salt mines. There has never been a second offence.”
Alice, like so many tourists, considered it a joke. So much so, in fact, that she took a nude selfie and posted it on Cruxforums, together with a report on her holiday in Zanzibar.
She was dozing on the balcony, dreaming happily about the night she had spent with the muscular beach boy she had met, when the door burst open and she was surrounded by men in white robes. They were all shouting at once, and although she couldn’t understand the language, she knew she was in trouble!
“Please, let me put some clothes on!” She begged as they dragged her down the stairs. “Why, whore of an unbeliever?” The man in the red headdress shouted in her face. “You want to flaunt your godless body! You can flaunt it in the square as the whip flays your skin, and you can flaunt it for the next half a year in the salt mines. Perhaps at the end of that time you will have learned some modesty!”
As they hustled her out into the street, she managed to break away. She ran! The coral paving cut into her feet, she could hear the men close behind her, panting, but desperation lent wings to her feet. The narrow alleys twisted and turned, she had lost all sense of direction, she ran, desperately!
Suddenly the alley opened into a large square. She could see the sea. She ducked around a huge fig tree, then skidded to a halt! Ahead of her was large, gold domed building. A crowd of white robed men waited in front of it. Many others, men and women, stood around the edges. In the centre of the square was a tall pole. Next to it, a superbly muscled man, stripped to the waist, stood, smiling broadly. Coiled in his hand was an evil looking whip.
Sobbing, panting, Alice stopped. There was no escape!
Render by Julie and Melissa.