Bob’s Memoir: 4,000 Years as a Free Demon
Part III
Gifts from Greeks
10
The Possession
WE WANDERED AROUND a while. I couldn’t tell you exactly where. We sailed the sea, but kept ending up back at the mouth of one river or another. The seaports were often near the mouth of a river because it provided fresh water while still having access to the rich fishing grounds of the salt water.
When I say, ‘seaport,’ understand that I am referring to towns of as many as a thousand people in some instances. When we came to such a place, I often brought the girls out to explore and find interesting trinkets that we traded for. We got to experience a lot of different kinds of food in this way, as well. And we continued to trade for interesting grain, plants, and animals to expand the living and growing area of the infinity room. Nimia periodically found and tantalized another young woman for the harem and there may have been a dozen living in the infinity room when I decided people were more plentiful along the rivers than along the seashore, so I headed upstream along one of them.
Having been on the sea for some time, I stowed my boat in the infinity room, which had the immediate effect of expanding our lake into a fair-sized body of water. It seemed to be a trait of the infinity room to adapt to what I put in it. It was as if the boat remembered the sea and brought that memory with it into the room. Lots of things worked that way. An animal used to grazing on a particular kind of grass would wander a while and then find a patch of that kind of grass. And the bag never seemed to get heavier!
As I was saying, I stowed the boat and decided to walk across the land for a while. It was fertile and the hills were dotted with sheep. It reminded me of Bathra. I stopped to chat with various farmers and shepherds and do some trading in the villages. It was rare that I’d find and manage to trade for a scroll. Nimia spent as much time reading the scrolls I collected as she spent with the other girls. It seemed no language written there was beyond her ability to learn. Perhaps that was another trait of the infinity room. I knew the girls we had collected spoke different languages, but they all seemed to communicate just fine. The other girls would sometimes join me to walk for a while, but Nimia seldom emerged from the infinity room where I visited her nightly.
I could see a flock of sheep and goats on the hill in the distance and in a well-grazed area, I came upon a well. There was a bucket and a rope, so I could tell the well was deep. I started to lower the bucket when I heard a voice.
“Help! Help me out of here!” she weakly cried. I hurriedly let the bucket down, not knowing what kind of creature from the depths I might find.
“Can you catch hold of the rope?” I asked.
“Yes. Oh, thank you!”
She didn’t weigh all that much. Even if I hadn’t had the muscles I did, she was easy to pull up. I think Nimia could have done it. When she was finally at the top of the well, a very wet and soggy and naked girl threw herself into my arms.
“My savior! My hero! Thank you for pulling me out of that awful well. Uh… Don’t drink the water from here. I’ve been pissing and shitting in it for two days,” she said.
“That’s a fair warning. Are you a naiad? A spirit of the well?”
“No! I am a girl! I was out here tending my father’s goat herd when I was suddenly caught from behind and thrown into the well. I screamed and shouted, but all I heard was the goats being driven off. I’ve been waiting to either be rescued or to die.”
“I see. Um… You don’t have clothes on.” The slippery girl in my arms was almost like a cat, trying to mold herself to every contour of my body as she dried herself and warmed against me.
“They were weighing me down in the water,” she said. “I suppose you will ravish and despoil me. Know I am a virgin. My father might give you a reward for returning me intact. If you return me used, he will probably want to charge you for the privilege,” she said.
She’d found a protrusion beneath my robe and was attempting to mold herself to that as well, so it was hard to tell which option she was hoping for. She continued to crawl on me and press her naked bits against me. It would have been a simple thing to cast my robe aside and part her legs with my cock. I somehow thought that would make me less of a man in Nimia’s eyes.
I withheld.
“In what direction are your father’s tents?” I asked.
“He makes our home at an oasis a day’s walk north of here.”
“I think I have a dress in my satchel,” I said. “Left over from the last naked water nymph I helped.” She caught her breath as I thrust my hand into the satchel and Nimia handed me a dress. I put it on the slender girl and it nearly fell off again. Nimia had far more bountiful breasts than this slip of a woman. But these breasts were capped with lovely rosy nipples that sat atop puffy cones on her chest. I did not at all mind the way the dress slipped off her shoulders periodically, as we walked toward her father’s house.
Learning her story was not difficult. If I was quiet, she was talking.
“I’m the youngest daughter of twelve. My mother died of exhaustion after trying for a son so many times, while I was still nursing. I was raised by an older sister who lived with her husband in our little tent village. There was a war between tribes out here a year or two ago and all the eligible young men were killed. So, I’m my father’s last daughter and have no marriage prospects. He’s recently taken a war widow as his wife and hopes to breed a son on her. I don’t know why he won’t just let me inherit his fortune and his herds. I’ve always been able to handle the goats and camels and sheep better than any hired shepherd.”
“I’m sure he is worried about you,” I said.
“If he even notices that I’m missing. He’s always moaning about how he doesn’t have a son worthy of carrying on the name of Abdul ben Duggo. I was out with the sheep and goats, which are probably all missing now—stolen by the man who threw me in the well. It will probably lower my bride price. Maybe he’ll just give me to you.”
“Uh… I haven’t said I wanted you.”
“Oh, I could feel your desire when you were holding me. I’m actually quite enthused about becoming yours. You’re a hero. You are stronger than any ten of the shepherds in the region. And you are hung like a camel. I can almost feel it parting my feminine folds… tearing through my maidenhead… thrusting into my secret places. Oh! Oh!” she sighed. She might have just talked herself into an orgasm. My sensitive nose detected an aroma of aroused woman beneath the stink of the stench well water.
“What is your name, by the way?” I asked.
“Josephet. Yes. Father was so set on my being a boy that he’d already chosen a boy’s name for me. He simply added the feminine ending,” she said, shaking her head. “I ask you, what is a girl to do when her father doesn’t really want her and there are no men to take her off his hands?”
We continued in this mode for the rest of the day and camped beneath the stars. I realized that approaching the camp in the dark would raise an alarm. I was going to slip into the infinity room, but that would raise all kinds of questions and I wasn’t ready to reveal myself to Josie yet. I just stretched out under the stars and Josie stretched herself out… on top of me. The way she wiggled around in her sleep kept my attention all night long. In the morning there was a wet spot on both our robes.
Things dried as we walked toward the tents ahead of us. We were hailed as we approached and Josie called out to everyone that a great hero had come to see her father. I wasn’t that happy about the attention I was getting, and reflexively brushed at the hair on my head to be sure the horns weren’t appearing. Before we arrived at the main tent, Josie pointed to the animal pens.
“Those are my goats! Father must have recovered them.” I was suspecting something else. “Father!” she called at the flap of the tent. “A hero saved my life and I have brought him to be honored by you.”
There was some scrambling inside the tent and the flap was flung open. A man, looking like he’d just been awakened, peered out.
“J-J-J-Josephet!” he exclaimed. “I thought we’d lost you!”
I rather thought there was a hint of regret in his voice. Certainly, a bit of disappointment in what he saw. Then he looked at me.
I made it look like I was just standing up straight as I added an extra handspan to my height. I’m sure he could see my muscles bulging in my neck and my chest straining against my robe. Josie turned to me and swooned.
“Father, this is Bob. Bob saved me. I see you found my goats. Bob, my father Abdul ben Duggo.” The man shook his head as if to clear it.
“Goats. Yes. Came wandering in. Um… Thought you were lost to bandits. Couldn’t understand why they’d take you and not the goats. Yes. That’s it. A real puzzle.”
“I am pleased to meet the father of this spectacular woman,” I said. “She is an honor to your strength and tenacity. I’m sure you must be very proud of her.”
“Proud. Yes. Um… certainly. I suppose you’ve had her, wandering out in the desert as you’ve been. That will cost you. Um… thirty drakma,” he said, finally nodding his head and rubbing his hands together.
“Father, I assure you I am as virginal as the day I was born,” Josie said. I thought that might be stretching it a little.
“Oh. Is that so? Ah… Well… Come in, come in. Please break bread with us. Camela! Bring bread and cheese and honey. We’ve a guest who wants to bargain for Josephet,” he called into the back of the tent. A woman pulling her robe together stuck her head out of a flap.
“Josephet? I thought you said…”
“Yes, we all thought she’d met her demise. But she is here and she’s brought a man.”
“Oh. Don’t let her go cheap,” Camela said.
I thought, What an appropriate name.
“Now, Bob… May I call you Bob? Just call me Dug. Bob, you’ve already had an opportunity to get to know my youngest daughter, since you dragged her out of a well. Custom out here is that spending a night with a girl is tantamount to marriage. Now if you’d jumped the broom, as they say, and despoiled her in the wilderness, I’d be harsh with you. Father deserves to be compensated. But since you’re a gentleman and a hero, I tell you what I’ll do. Twenty drakmas and we’ll hold the wedding right now.”
I just sat looking at him. Neither Josie nor I had mentioned anything about a well. When she brought me a tray of food, I could see she’d caught the mistake as well, and she was seething. I motioned her to silence and returned to staring at the father.
“Okay,” he continued. “You can see she’s a little bent and scratched, but she still runs well. Good as new where it counts. Everything else will heal. And did I mention, she comes with her own camel? I can tell you’re a nomad. A camel would be a blessing, yes?”
I was silent. Josie knelt beside us waiting for a deal to be struck. I could tell she was getting fidgety.
“You know, I thought we’d lost the twenty goats she was supposed to be taking care of. A girl like her needs a strong hand and work to do. I’ll toss in the goats so you don’t have to constantly listen to her chattering.” I still made no move. “Okay, fifteen drakmas. And a tent. It’s an old tent, but of course you want to keep her out of the sun. Just look at that skin. Fresh as a daisy and soft as butter.”
Josie’s skin was softer than mine, but she already showed signs of wear and tear from the sun. I’d want to get her inside, all right. She scooted over toward me and leaned against me. I put an arm protectively around her.
“Careful there. You break it, you bought it.” I stared harder at him. He shifted uncomfortably. “I can see true love in bloom and only want what is best for my daughter. I’m a poor man with no sons. I need room in the tent for another family. I’ll give you the girl, the tent, the camels, the twenty goats, and ten drakmas, if you’ll just take her and leave. Do a guy a favor would you?”
I smiled at him and held out my hand. He dug beneath his robes and produced a pouch that would probably make him the richest man in the country. He counted out the coins and placed them in my hand. Josie jumped up and kissed me on the cheek, almost losing the dress in the process.
“I’ll get my things,” she whispered. She ran off, leaving Dug and me to finish our meal.
We walked outside and he had someone bring a camel, tent, and twenty goats to me. By the time the goats arrived, Josie was back with a small bag and grabbed my arm. She called to the goats by name and we left the oasis. I hadn’t said a word since my introduction.
I put Josie on the camel and led out at a pretty good clip. She was worried about the goats keeping up, but I gave them a little boost and they were right with us when we camped for the night. I set up the tent as a nod to her expectations—after all it was her wedding night, though there had been no wedding. She made sure the goats were watered and grazing on the patch of lush grass I’d ‘found.’
A new trick I’d learned was opening a passage up to the infinity room that looked like whatever the surroundings did. In this case, it simply looked like an inside flap to another room in the tent. Regardless, when Josie came in from tending the animals, she exclaimed over how much larger the tent looked inside than outside.
“Um… Bob? Did you cook something?” she asked, sniffing. Of course, Nimia and the harem had been busy preparing a feast and the aromas were delightful.
“Just a little something to welcome my beautiful new concubine to her new home,” I said. “Are you hungry?”
“I’m hungry for you. Take me to your bed, Bob.”
“Oh, that would be so rude. A concubine needs to be bathed and oiled. Her hair should be braided. Her skin massaged,” I said, laying it on a bit thick.
“Yeah, sure. There weren’t even baths and oils back at my father’s tent,” she scoffed.
“Did it not occur to you in our day together that I might be more powerful than your father?” I asked gently.
I lifted her chin with a finger to look into her eyes. She caught her breath and for a moment looked frightened. Then she rushed into my arms and let me hold her.
“Oh, Bob! I don’t have any experience with men or with flirtation games or with anything that has to do with being your lover. I know you hold more power over me than my father ever did and I yield to you. Take me. Own me. Possess me.”
Those were magic words. It was the first time I’d heard them spoken, but when she said, ‘Possess me,’ a switch tripped in my mind and I moved in to possess my concubine.
“Oh, my! What’s happened?” she gasped as the room seemed to spin.
“You have been possessed by our master,” Nimia said from the open flap into the infinity room. “You will be the most pampered and cared for concubine in the history of the world. You are Bob’s.”
“Who are you?” Josie asked as a dozen other naked young women emerged from the tent.
“I am Bob’s wife, Nimia. And this is our harem. You will get to know all of us very well. Right now, we are here to bathe you and massage you, to feed you and oil you, and to present you a perfect offering to our husband.”
“He really is more powerful than my father!”
“Oh, honey, you have no idea.”
Nimia took Josie into the infinity room with most of the other girls and I could hear them exclaiming and laughing as Josie stripped and stepped into the waiting bath. Two others of our harem led me to a different part of the house and stripped me, soaking with me in a nice hot bath. They washed me, making sure I was well and thoroughly bathed. They trimmed my hair and beard and when we emerged from the bath, they oiled my skin, paying special attention to oiling my manhood until I thought I would explode.
I’d learned a spell to put on a flat wall that would reflect back the image of what was in front of it. Yeah, a couple of thousand years later, they were called mirrors, and just about everyone had one. I’d found it necessary to have one as I’d gradually aged my appearance in Bathra. I was getting to the point where I could fine tune my appearance and considered letting just the tip of my horns show through, but I thought that might be a bit much for our first night together.
“She is a doll!” Nimia exclaimed as she came into my dressing room. “What skin! She’s so sensitive, I believe she climaxed as we oiled her breasts.”
“What is she doing now?” I asked.
“Being massaged. And probably sleeping through it. I thought I’d better come to make sure our Lord and Master was ready to take his new possession,” Nimia laughed, examining my barbering job and trimming a bit of my beard and the back of my head.
“What’s with this Lord and Master stuff?” I asked. “You know, dear Nimia, I do not possess you as I do Josie. I’m not even sure how I possess her.”
“Yes, I know, but it sounds so powerful. Better than anything since you became King of Bathra.”
“Hmm. But you and I are bound together by the strands of love, not by possession.”
“True, but you will find Josephet is nearly as closely bound to you by love as she is by possession. As time passes, I foresee that she will love you like no other.”
“You have become quite a seer.”
“I’m learning from the manuscripts. I, too, want to serve you any way I can.” She wrapped a scarlet kilt about my waist and made sure my chest was oiled and glistening. “Now, let’s take you to your concubine, my love.”
Josie was nothing if not receptive to my love. She tolerated my teasing but begged me to continue. The bed Nimia and the girls had prepared for us was soft as down and I wondered when we had added that to the infinity room. I was to find out there had been many improvements over the years since I was king—almost as many as there had been in Bathra itself. Nimia and our harem were very busy girls.
“My lord and honored master,” Josie said as I scattered kisses down her torso. “I am yours and would not think to tell you how to treat your possession, but if you don’t fuck me soon, I’m going crazy!”
That was as good an invitation as asking me to possess her. I spread her legs and moved my staff into the wetness I found there. As I pressed slowly forward, I circled her nipples with my thumbs and blew sweet breath across her stomach. Josie arched her back in orgasm and I drove my cock through her barrier. She cried aloud and convulsed around me again as I drove all the way into her core, spewing my load against the guardian of her womb. In that moment, I was a little sorry she would never bear my child, but I would never break that vow.
We rutted together like a bull and cow in heat. Eventually, Nimia joined us and shared in Josie’s treasures as I gave her that portion of myself she, too, craved.
Josie was accepting of the second world contained in the infinity room. Perhaps that was due to my influence on her, but perhaps it was simply her acceptance. We led the camel and goats through a tent flap into a lush pasture where there were other animals peacefully grazing. Once we had pasture lands, we had begun gathering animals. As King, I was often given personal gifts of which I kept a portion, returning most to the service of Ninra and Namri. Goats, sheep, cows, horses, donkeys, and camels were all part of the grazing herd.
She readily agreed that she would rather stay in the little corner of paradise I had created with Nimia, even without my expressing my will for her. As for me, reduced of my burdens to just my satchel, which never changed weight, no matter how much I put in it, I made quick time back to the sea where I found a new boat and navigated up another river to see what the world had to offer.
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