Tales of the Thousand and One Shades of Alanis, the Goddess (part 9)

9. 

GODDESS ALANIS lies on a lounger on deck of her yacht. The yacht glides quietly through the calm Indian Ocean. Alanis enjoys the slight breeze. But she is bored. She snaps with her fingers and her Dog – who is quietly, humbly and naked kneeling beside her couc, giving her fresh air with a large ostrich feather fan – puts beside the device and crawls to the feet of his bikini clad Goddess. He places his lips on her toes, to await her further command as he has learned. She snaps again, the slavedog understands the command, he quickly runs to the table with cosmetics, takes the nail polish together with cotton pads, crawls back to his owner and begins to paint her toenails.

Alanis watches her slave working. She thinks of the evening when they will arrive in Rajasthan, India. There, in her Indian palace (Alanis has palaces and mansions all over the world – and all over the underworld), the Goddess will meet many of her Vampire and Witch Sisters, the Sisters of the Order of Kali. They all will arrive with their currently favorite slaves and creatures, to celebrate Alanis’ birthday, 3000 years ago. She will meet again Zakira, a dark amazon warrior, immortal and invincible, who loves it to hunt down racists and break them and turn them in obedient pets that lick the dirt from the feet of their owner. She will meet Sira from Bengal, an indian Maharani, who owns a harem of thousands of lost souls, men and women. She thinks of her own devoted servant Yema from China, perhaps the most sadistic Vampire of them all. Alanis will meet a lot more of her nice sisters and friends. She smiles in anticipation of her birthday party. It will be fun, at least for herself. Not so much for her slavedog. He will suffer a lot. Hope he’ll survive.

“So tell me another tale of my hunts, Dog”, she says while Dog is polishing her nails. “I am bored. You have to entertain me.”

Dog begins without the slightest hesitation: “Once upon a time in ancient Greece––”

The Goddess kicks him in his face. “Stop it”, she says annoyed, “I don’t wanna hear that old crap, how I massacred half the spartan army and transformed the other half of proud spartan soldiers in my seats, stools and cushions. No, stupid dog, I want to hear some more entertaining stuff.”

Dog begins to sweat heavily. Feverishly, he thinks of something more amusing for his Goddess. If he fails to amuse her, she is able to transform him into a carpet, an ant, even a toilet… He knows what she is capable of.

But then Goddess Alanis smiles, she has an idea herself. An idea, she knows, which means more humiliation, more psychological pain for her dog – and more fun for herself

“Tell me about how you met me.”

She looks at him and sees his distorted face. The memory of his downfall is like a million hot needles, torturing his brain, his blood, his heart, his soul. Alanis looks at him and sees his distorted face. She smiles.

“Yes. Tell me how I caught you. Don’t leave out a single detail. And I want you to lick my feet while telling this story. If you disappoint me, I will call my sister Yema and she will bind your hands and feet together and then we put you at the end of a very long rope and we throw you in the water and pull you with us as our ships heads all the way to India, and if you are lucky, the Yacht ist faster than the sharks… So, that is your fate, when your story of your eternal annihiliation as a man is not satisfying for me. Or, if it bores me.”

Dog shudders.

“But”, Alanis continues, “but in case I like your story and the way you tell it, then I will just personally whip you hundred times, and afterwards you are allowed to put your face where it belongs and give me for the rest of this hot afternoon some pleasure.”

Dog sighs. Alanis smiles: “So, begin! With your tongue on my feet. And don’t you dare stop with polishing my toenails at the same time! My favorite dog always has to be capable of multitasking in service of his owner!”

She laughs.

Dog continues to polish Alanis nails, and simultanously he licks the sweat from his owner’s sole. He trembles a bit. But nonetheless, he starts to tell his own story, the story of his enslavement to GODDESS ALANIS………..

“They had warned me, the old men of the village. Do not go to the gorge, there the fairies live. They are as beautiful as angels, but evil as devil himself. They charm the hikers and lure them into their cave. Never again will these men be seen. It is said that the evil fairies live on human souls. Male souls. ………”

TO BE CONTINUED