Bob’s Memoir: 4,000 Years as a Free Demon
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On Freedom and Possession
LIZ WAS A FANTASTIC LOVER. Remember Liz? The women’s liberationist from San Francisco? You might think that after 4,000 years on earth, I must have had hundreds of women whom I possessed. In reality, there were only a handful. In fact, Liz was only the fifth. Having a woman ask you to possess her is a rare thing, and as a result, those who make themselves my possession are treasures to me.
Josie, Pari, Princess Agora, Maya, Liz. Precious jewels in my crown.
I mean, not like I have a crown, but they make me feel like a prince. Still, Liz needed to know what she had gotten herself into and, yes, I would give her an option out if she wanted it. I expected, as most, that she would be more than happy to find this bondage was the freedom she sought.
When we woke up the morning after our one-nighter, as she called it, she looked at me, rather startled.
“Wow! Did I really just hop into bed with a guy I hardly know?” she asked, pulling the covers up around her.
“Not only that, but you asked me to possess you. And I have.”
“Possess? As in own me? Sorry, Jack. Nobody owns this chick,” she laughed.
“No. Possess as in take charge of your body and soul and bind you to me for all time,” I said. It was actually much more than that, but I figured I should break it to her gently.
“You’re kidding. I mean, I could just get up and walk right out of here. You don’t possess me. That’s ridiculous.” She tittered nervously.
“Why don’t you do that?”
“Yeah. I will. Don’t try to stop me. I’m getting out of here.” She didn’t make a move.
“Well?”
“Well… Um… I was just thinking there was really no rush, right? I mean, we had a really good time last night, didn’t we? I wouldn’t mind a little repeat. There’s no reason I need to rush off to be anywhere. It’s not like I’m married. To you or anyone else. Right?” She didn’t make a move to get out of bed, but she did let the sheet drop below her breasts. Now that was distracting!
“Why are you here—naked in my bed?” I asked.
“Oh, that’s easy. We had a date… Well, it was more like a pickup, but you treated me like it was a date. And it’s not that I’m easy. I don’t just sleep around, but I’m a liberated woman who makes her own decisions. I decided I wanted to sleep with you. Nothing wrong with that. You aren’t the first guy I’ve slept with. And so, I’m here. Um… I guess because I want to be. I mean, logic tells me I should run and not look back, but something inside me tells me I belong here. I don’t want to leave. Ever. You are… Oh, my god! You possess me!”
“Does that frighten you?”
“Um… It should, I think. But it doesn’t really.”
“Why do you suppose that is?”
“Because I know… I mean deep down inside, I am positive you will never abandon me, will always care for me, will make my dreams come true, and will be everything I ever want or need. Why do I know that, Bob?”
“Because I will never abandon you, will always care for you, will do everything I can to make your dreams come true, and will be everything you ever want or need. I possess you and I would never want you to be unhappy.”
I sat on the edge of the bed and held out my arms. She threw herself into them and hugged me as she began to cry.
“Are you upset, Liz?”
“No! I’m happy. I’ve never been so happy. You are like a drug and I’ve already been hooked. I love you, Bob.”
“Maybe not yet, but you will. We will love each other like no other love you have ever imagined, just like I love my other possessions,” I said.
“Do you have many others? Those women who were with you yesterday… I think I’m supposed to be jealous, but I’m not.”
“Only Maya is my possession of those you’ve met. But Esmeralda is my wife. And there are other concubines.”
“Possession, wife, concubines… That implies more.”
“Yes, I have a few.”
“Like some Arabian sheikh. What are you?”
“I’m a demon.”
She was struck silent. She looked at me as what I said fought for a place in her consciousness beside all the things she thought she knew.
“I… I should go. I should see a priest and have an exorcism. My head will start turning in circles. Strange voices will come out of my mouth. I saw Rosemary’s Baby. I’ll have Satan’s child. He’ll eat my soul!” she said. She was more and more agitated, but clung even more tightly to me.
“No one bears my children,” I said firmly. “The movie was a well-constructed fiction. And I am not Satan. I’m just Bob. And I’m going to set you free.”
“Why?” she said in alarm. “Don’t you like me? Don’t you want me?” She crawled out of the covers and into my lap, hugging me and placing kisses all over my chest and neck.
“Um… Haven’t you heard the saying that if you love something set it free? I want you. There is a thing about you that captured my eye, even before you took off your bra. If you want me to possess you after I set you free, then it was meant to be,” I said.
“That’s so profound. Like, okay then, do it. I’ll bounce right back.”
“Not yet. First, I want you to know what it is like to be mine.”
“So much for women’s lib, huh?”
“On the contrary! I hope you will be very liberated.”
“How does that work, Bob? How can I be possessed and liberated at the same time?”
“I want Lakshmi to explain that to you. She’s much better at it than I am. In fact, she explained it to me,” I said.
“Is she possessed?” Liz asked.
“No. She joined me and asked to be a part of my world and of my harem. She is my wife. That is very different. Regarding possession, I’ll have you talk to Josie. She was the first and has never regretted it in nearly 4,000 years,” I said.
“Wait! Four thousand years? What? Do we like, live forever?” she asked.
“Entering the infinity room from earth slows aging to an almost imperceptible crawl. Now that is not true of those born there. I don’t understand the physics exactly, but those born in the infinity room age normally. Or normally for the infinity room, which is still slower than on earth. But no one wants to be a baby for a couple of centuries.”
“Oh. I bet,” she said. “When can I see this… you called it an infinity room? That’s bitchin’, man.”
“Right.” I opened the gateway and half a dozen of my women came through with breakfast for two. Three were naked and three wore clothes appropriate for working in the shop.
“Wow! You asked Bob to possess you as fast as I did!” Josie said as she brought a plate to Liz and sat beside her. Liz started to reach for the plate but Josie started feeding her instead. “I’m Josie and Bob possessed me so long ago, my memory struggles to comprehend it. You’ll discover, though, that in the infinity room, time is pretty meaningless. It’s not like we celebrate our thousandth birthdays or anything. I’m going to take you into the infinity room and show you around. Don’t think you’ll see it all. It stretches on, like, forever.”
“How did you know I was possessed or that Bob was going to show me the infinity room?” Liz asked.
“Oh. I don’t know. I just somehow always know what Bob wants. I think the wives and possessions are all like that. I’m not sure about the concubines.”
“How many people are there?” Liz asked around a bite of scrambled eggs and cream cheese.
“Oh, gee! How many are there now, Bob?”
“Mmm. Nimia would know. I think it’s around three million. Why bother counting? I’m not Caesar,” I laughed as I took a bite from Pari.
“Really? Three million people, like, right through that door?” Liz squealed as she looked around, expecting they might all be in the bedroom at any moment. I guess in a way they were. The satchel was right there.
“Just in there,” Josie confirmed, pointing at the open gateway.
“Let me get dressed so we can go. I want to see!”
“Oh, hon, you can get dressed if you want to, but none of the rest of Bob’s women are.”
Liz closed her mouth and refused another bite until Josie led her through the gateway. I’d catch up later.
Possession, I think, is a two-way street. Maybe I’ve mentioned this before, but I’m always thinking of new things about it. Like, I might as well say Liz possessed me. Liz, Maya, Princess Agora, Pari, Josie. They were as much a part of me as I was of them. When Josie said she always just knew what I wanted, that goes the other way, too. I always just know what one of my possessions wants or needs. We become that integral a part of each other.
I believe that in some ways, it is a closer relationship than I have with my wives. Nimia seems always to know what is on my mind, but that comes from being married to me for four thousand years. We do communicate mentally with each other, but it is on a conscious level. I think, ‘Nimia I need to create a temple,’ and she goes about getting together whatever it is I need for the project, but I thought about it to her. She might think ‘Bob, I really need some long gentle loving tonight,’ and she will be the only one on my mind when I’m ready for bed.
Now take the difference with when I opened the gateway in the tent where we were held captive. I didn’t have time to think specific instructions about sending warriors or that kidnapped women needed to be cared for. But when the gateway opened, the warriors were ready to charge into the room and my women, led by Josie, were all over the captive women, freeing them and comforting them. She simply knew what Bob needed.
Well, I could feel the sense of awe Liz had at being introduced to the infinity room, and it filled me with the same sensations as she toured the house and harem, the libraries, and the temple. She really didn’t even get out of the central district to see the lake or the ocean or the farms or the bushmen or the people from different ages of mankind. It all affected me the same way. I made this thing with a spell from Pinaruti’s scroll, but I really had no idea how it all worked.
It made me wonder sometimes, what happened to the people who had been possessed by demons who were then exorcised. Were they happy about it, or did they feel a sense of loss when the demon set them free?
“Now you know exactly what kind of a monster I am,” I said to Liz that evening. I brought her back out into the natural world as we called it. “Let’s go for a walk and I will set you free.”
“Um… Really? I mean, you don’t have to, you know. I mean, you’ve got me and I’m happy, so you might as well keep me,” she giggled.
“I want you to be absolutely positive and to know in your heart that it is your choice and you make it freely. The ultimate freedom is to choose to whom you are bound. I don’t want there to be any lingering doubt that you might have chosen differently if you’d been able,” I said.
“Lakshmi told me about that. She’s a cutie. I can’t believe she’s, like, 2,000 years old. That’s just too real. I can imagine just living there with you and all the women forever. Um… I guess I should get dressed if we’re going outside.” She pulled her clothes on, forgetting the bra. I watched, sincerely hoping she would come back to me, but trying not to project that onto her.
“Forever is a very long time, Liz. Even Lakshmi’s 2,000 years is only a drop in the bucket of forever.”
We walked up to the top of Buena Vista Park where there was a view out toward the Bay. She held my hand and seemed to find everything around us new and interesting. We paused at the overlook.
“Liz Baker, I set you free. You are no longer bound to me.”
I could see the change come over her. There was a difference in the way she stood looking out over the city. She began to shake. She looked around frantically as if she needed somewhere to run and spun to stare at me.
“No! No, this is not what I want! I’m… empty inside. I have nothing but memories and emptiness. Bob. Bob, please, take me. Make me yours again. Possess me!” she cried.
She collapsed against me in tears and I wrapped my arms protectively around her. I let myself flow into her, filling every bit of her mind and soul with my own. I rocked her back and forth and whispered comforting words to her. The three words she longed most to hear and I longed most to say.
“You are mine!”
“Oh, Bob. Take me home. Let me be with you forever. Please, never let me go again,” she whispered.
I picked her up and carried her back to the store and up to the little apartment where I felt safe opening a gateway to the infinity room. The bed there is much larger and there were several women who wanted to be on the welcoming committee.
We all rolled into the bed and there was a sexual free-for-all. I know I was mounted several times and I know the last was Liz. Her pussy wrapped my cock in a sheath of bliss. After a frantic beginning, she slowed, sliding up and down my pole with her eyes closed, savoring the sensation as my wives and possessions gathered around us, touching us, and kissing us.
“When you set me free, all the fear and doubt and uncertainty I had known in the world flooded in on me. I felt all the emptiness I’d known in my life. The anxiety of going to school, worrying about finding a date, the struggle for a job, the fear of crossing an empty parking lot, the pressure from my peers to be what they expected. I was so alone and afraid. I never want to feel that again, Bob. Never.”
“There have been times when we have all had moments of fear. Even me. We band together to work on overcoming those things. You will become even more filled with love as you stay with us.”
“You need to become a man for a while,” Lakshmi said with confidence. Liz gave her a puzzled look.
And that takes us back to fourth century India. Wasn’t that a clever transition?
My experience as a woman and being kidnapped and held helpless by the pirates, lit a flame in me to heighten the protection of my people. To me, that meant better self-defense, no matter what our size or strength. Being a woman should not be synonymous with being helpless. I kept my woman’s body for a long time.
We loaded the boat with our trade goods—meaning I stepped onto it with the satchel—and began sailing northward on the Kalinga Sea, generally along the coast. In addition to trading for new goods that we might find, my goal was to learn to defend myself as a woman and to teach all my women the art of self-defense. It was not to be an easy task.
You might ask what we traded and why. I might answer.
The infinity room sprang into being at my command, but it was shapeless and empty. The first thing I did was add my house, a duplicate of Pinaruti’s house. I furnished it with all the things I could cart out of his house and the whole house seemed to take shape at my command. I don’t recall going out to find stones or to make bricks to build it. I eventually added on to the house to make it larger and more comfortable for my growing harem.
But simply keeping a house that we could continually expand, quickly proved to be inadequate for a place to keep my people. They were not all members of my harem. They needed more territory. They needed an ‘outside’ as well as a house. So, I looked at all that was around us on earth and saw the sky, the land, and the sea. I took fertile soil from the land of Ninra and flung it along the expanse before me. There was land and flowering plants bloomed upon it. I scooped up water from the great river Euphrates and cast it into the expanse. Rivers and lakes appeared and ran freely. I burned sweet incense to the gods and captured some of the smoke. This I released into the infinity room and the sky appeared above us.
As I spent time in the infinity room, I noted other things that were needed and brought samples from earth that would find their place in my little world. I brought seeds and animals, and they grew in the expanse. I brought more people and they built houses, businesses, and libraries. Whenever I saw a thing that amazed me, I brought a sample into the infinity room and it made a home there.
I noted, as well, that when a man or a woman or a couple or a family went out to look for a home, they simply went on a search and they would find what they were looking for. Issa once told his disciples to seek and they would find, knock and the door would be opened, ask and it shall be given. It was truly a fact in the infinity room.
As I traded with the many peoples of the world, I brought samples of new arts and crafts into the infinity room and people there began to practice them. This was why I traded and bought goods wherever I could go. And especially, wherever there were books. I brought books and scrolls and tablets into the infinity room, and my people made use of them.
So, you see, the infinity room took shape through a process of evolution, much like earth did, only I started with things that were already on earth, and so our evolution was much faster. As we sailed north, however, I was looking for a way to protect my people when they ventured into the natural world. I would trade mightily for such an art.
“Peace be to you, mistress of this vessel,” an old man said when we docked a few days north of Lankadeepa.
I had just tied my boat to the dock and turned to find an old man leaning on a staff. I realized I had jumped off the boat wearing my common sailing attire, which was just a scarf tied around my waist. My chest and proud breasts pointed directly at him. Chione saw my dilemma and tossed me a scrap of fabric before she fled below deck—being no better attired than I was.
“Kind sir. Please forgive my immodesty as we labored,” I said as I tied the cloth around my chest. “And peace be to you.”
“I have been visited in a dream,” the old man said. “May I speak to you about it?”
Uh-oh. When somebody gets visited in a dream, it usually means a god is interfering. I needed to be careful, but there was nothing to do but bring him aboard. I whispered a prayer to Morpheus and asked the visitor to please wait on deck while I brought refreshments. I slipped inside the cabin where the gateway was open and arranged for cushions and food to be brought to the deck. He’d already seen Chione so she would serve. Pari asked to be included as she had not been out in quite a long time. Dressed in a more presentable sari, I went out to join my guest and the girls brought cushions for us to be seated. They brought a low table and poured tea, then went back inside to bring cakes and fruit.
“You are a most gracious hostess to an old man,” he said. “I am Drona and have come from far away. May I tell you of my dream?”
“Please do. I have some experience in interpreting dreams and will help you in any way I can,” I said.
“It was strange and came to me in parts. In the first part, I saw a woman in distress and the mother goddess came to her rescue. I thought, ‘It is good that Kali protects the weak.’ But then I had another dream and I saw the woman at the head of an army of women, all practicing the art of Kalarippayattu. And I said, ‘How can this be that women practice for war?’ A voice came to me and said, ‘Teach them,’ and I knew the goddess had given me a command. Yet I was troubled, for I did not know who these women were or if the command meant that I should teach all women, and I was afraid. If I taught the warfare of Kerali to women, I would be outcaste. Men might come for me and make war against the women.”
He paused as we sipped our tea. There was no question in my mind that the first dream was of me and he had seen the visit of Kali on the pirates who kidnapped me. But leading an army? I didn’t want my women to go to war. I just wanted them to protect themselves. He continued.
“And so, I began to wander, searching for the woman I saw in the dream. My wanderings brought me to this town, far from where my home once was. I slept fitfully and walked as I dreamt last night. In this dream, I came to a house standing alone in the desert. I walked around the house and thought how small it was to be alone in the wilderness. Then, the door of the house opened and I saw the woman and saw that she was only slightly less than the gods I worship. She invited me into her home. This is where I was puzzled, for when I crossed her threshold, it was not a tiny hut in the desert, but a great mansion. People gathered and a great feast was spread. And when I looked out the windows, I saw on one side a city and on the other a lush and green farmland where rice was abundant and animals grazed the mountains. And I thought, ‘How can this be?’”
His dream was told in such a perfectly eloquent way that I thought either he must be a practiced storyteller or the goddess was still guiding his tongue as he related the tale.
“But the dream changed once again and this time it was very specific. I was shown a path through this city leading me to a boat on which the princess of the small space would explain to me my dream. And when I awoke, I stood here on this dock watching a goddess incarnate tying her ship. Tell me, oh, mistress of the sea, what is the message the gods have shown me in my dreams?”
I silently thanked Kali for her beneficence. My women would learn from this master. And so would I.
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