Bob’s Memoir: 4,000 Years as a Free Demon
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The Game
LET ME TELL YOU about one of the most fun times I’ve ever had, just being normal playful me. You see, a few years ago, a game came out that kids played on their cell phones. I use the term ‘kids’ loosely, because I saw people of every age waving their phone around and throwing imaginary balls at imaginary creatures. The app used the camera on the phone to create the background and superimpose these creatures in your real-life environment. Then you could use features of the app to capture and train the creature.
We had enough commerce between Areola and the natural world that some of the citizens would come out of the satchel just to play for a while, then we’d all go back to Areola. I intended to just play with my own people, but things got complicated.
Half a dozen of the young women who wanted to play came out in a small city of about thirty thousand people with a couple of college campuses, which made the area perfect for creature catching. We had several cellphones we supplied for our people when they came into the natural world and all were equipped with the game.
I watched them play for a while and discovered several others as we walked through town and across campus who were all playing the game. Occasionally, we’d hear a cry of excitement as someone would yell, “By the streetlight over there!” and players would suddenly converge on the area trying to capture the creature that had been spotted. There was a lot of giggling and running around.
I got a bright idea and decided to have some fun of my own.
By this time, I knew that my look-away spell didn’t work on electronic devices. I’d been through enough airports and put the satchel through enough x-rays that it was pretty obvious. I slipped off where I was pretty sure I couldn’t be observed and changed into my full demon form with the horns and goat legs and hooves and… I didn’t think about other things that were exposed. I cast a look-away spell on myself and went out to have some fun with my people.
I scampered down the block where they were playing and ran across the street in front of them.
“What was that?” one yelled. “Did you see it just run by?”
“It looked like Bob! I don’t see him anywhere.”
“What kind of creature is a Bob?” a nearby gamer asked my girls.
“Oh, um… Over there! Standing in that doorway!” I was lounging casually near a building on campus. Suddenly, there were a dozen phones pointed my direction.
“I see it! I’m throwing.”
Of course, the net they used in the game was virtual and only snared virtual creatures. I took off running and had at least a dozen players chasing after me. I had only intended to play with my women, but once I was spotted through a camera lens, I was fair game for all.
There were boys playing the game as well as girls, but most of the players were female. The guys tended to be—I think the most common designation was ‘geeks.’ As far as I could tell, they were the smart ones. There were a lot of good-looking girls out there that they got to hang with.
We were having a great time! I could move faster and more agilely than the kids playing the game. A bunch would be chasing me and I’d slip around a corner and come out behind them. Eventually, someone would yell, “Where are you going? He’s over there!” and the flow of the chase would change directions.
We played for more than an hour and some of the kids had to get to class or to other meetings. A few of the hardcore gamers were on the prowl but I was easily avoiding them. It was about time for me to change back into my human form and collect my girls. I backed around a corner and tripped over a girl coming from the other direction. Of course, when a person comes in contact with an object protected by the look-away spell, they can see it. I was staring straight into the eyes of a very startled young woman. It was an anime moment as I discovered I had both her breasts in my hands and she slapped me hard!
“No, no! It was an accident. I’m sorry! I didn’t know you were there,” I explained.
“I tried to tell them you weren’t part of the game,” she said. “You smell good.” Her nose twitched.
“You can smell me?”
“Yeah. I caught the scent when we were chasing. I have a good nose.”
“You do, indeed.”
We heard the sound of players coming closer.
“I really need to get going.”
“In here,” she said, grabbing my hand and dragging me through the doorway.
“Where are we?” I asked. She kept a firm grip on me.
“Basement of the girls’ dorm.”
“I should probably not be in here.”
“No one can see you unless they’re pointing their camera at you. That’s how you fooled everyone into thinking you were part of the game.”
“Well, yes, but it was just for fun. My girlfriends are out there playing and I need to collect them and go home.”
“Hmm. More than one girlfriend? Where’s home?”
“Oh, it’s, um… a ways from here.”
“I’ll bet. You don’t look like what I imagined a technologically advanced alien to look like. I’d guess you are from a different plane of existence. The physical manifestation of a thoroughly metaphysical creature,” she said.
“Uh… You might say so.”
“Studying the correlation between metaphysics and physics is my aspiration. Can you show me this other world you come from?”
“Well… Aren’t you scared? I’m a demon!”
“You smell good. I don’t mean just pleasant, but like a good being instead of an evil being. What do we need to do to go to your world?”
“Well…” She seemed to have answers for all her own questions.
“Okay, then. Here’s what we’ll do. We’ll head upstairs to my room. You call your girlfriends and have them come to room 270. If you need to change bodies or something, you can do it there. Come on.” She kept hold of my hand, having not let go since she slapped me for feeling her up. That feeling was very nice for a girl with a slight and short body like she appeared to have. “By the way, I’m Sally,” she said.
“Pleased to meet you. I’m Bob.”
“Much better introduction than the first time. Though it did have its moments. That is a huge cock you had between my knees.”
“Yeah. Sorry about earlier.”
“Nothing you could do about that. You didn’t really have to start squeezing my boobs. Though, it wasn’t that bad. Does everyone in your dimension run around naked?”
“It’s an option.”
“Wow! That’s getting as much chatter out there as you just appearing and disappearing all the time. No one can believe the game would put a character in that was hung like that. You know, little kids play this, too.”
Great. There would be rumors abounding about the goat-legged creature with a huge dong running around campus. Then I realized that someone might have snapped a picture of me and moaned.
We got to her room and she started stripping.
“Wait! What?”
“Well, if it’s an option in your world, I’m in. Ow. I hate bras.”
Yes, the breasts she exposed lived up to all the expectations my hands had built up in me. I called the girls and gave them the instructions. Then I transformed.
“Wow! The human side lives up to the demon advertising,” Sally said.
“Thanks.” I reached in the satchel and grabbed some clothes. I distinctly heard Josie giggling.
“If we’re just crossing to your dimension, you don’t need to get dressed. I don’t mind.”
“Um… the girls can all return to Areola, but I have to take the satchel someplace safe before I can join them.”
“Uh-oh. That’s going to be a problem. You’re like clearly visible now, even when I take my hands off you. You can’t just walk through a girls’ dormitory and out the door. I assume others could see you, too. And if you were back in your other shape, everyone out there with a game will be hunting for you. Hmm.”
“You seem very intent on solving problems. And it looks like you are all packed for a trip.”
“Oh, yeah. I was leaving today. End of term and I’m escaping the lecherous Professor Arnold. He promised to help me with my thesis if I stopped by his house this evening. I did some investigating and he’s a propredator. That’s a term I coined for my paper. It’s a professor who preys on innocent students to satisfy his perverted lusts. His thing is bondage and beating. No thank you.”
“How do you know I’m not a pervert?” I asked.
“Oh, I know you’re a pervert, but you’re not a predator. Like I said, you smell good. Professor Arnold smells evil. Three girls this year left school after private conferences with him. I suspect they were raped, but they wouldn’t speak to anyone. Apparently, he figures that showing up at his house is consent.”
“I think he might need a visit from a demon,” I growled. She looked at me speculatively. Just then there was a knock at the door and Sally let my five girlfriends in. They all stopped short when they saw she was naked.
“What could I do?” Sally said innocently. “I brought a naked demon into my room and suddenly, I was naked, too.”
They looked at me quizzically and then started laughing.
“Don’t worry. It happens all the time. A lot of girls have a spontaneous orgasm when they see Bob in his full demon glory. Are you one of us now?”
“I’m coming to your dimension with you.”
“Wait a minute. Did I say you could come to Areola?”
She looked down at her own bare nipples.
“I’m ready.”
“When people come to Areola, they stay there. Usually forever. Those who leave never mention it or talk about it. I try to never take anyone there who would—well, be missed in a bad way. By parents or children or friends and lovers.”
“Oh, no worry. My parents are crazier than I am. Can you believe they named me Salvadora after an artist?”
“That explains it. Sally, I mean.” I really meant that it explained how crazy she sounded.
“My bags are packed, so everyone is expecting me to walk out the door and leave school. My parents never expect me home after term. I’m not even sure where they’re traveling right now. The last I heard, they were trekking through Central Africa collecting native artwork. As to friends and lovers… well, what you see is what you get. Let’s go!”
“We still have the problem of me getting out of here,” I said.
“That shouldn’t be a problem,” Dora said. She’d been with me for more than three thousand years and only rarely came out of Areola to play games. “Just transform yourself into her body. Pick up everything and walk out with us in the satchel.”
“Hmm. That might work,” I said. “Sally, how do you think your propredator would like a life-changing visit from a demon who looked just like you?”
“That wasn’t the way I was thinking of you having my body, but sure. What do I do?”
She was still standing in front of me stark naked, so it was easy to fix her image in my mind. I worked the transformation spell as she stared with an open mouth.
“Could I borrow your clothes?” I asked.
“Um… Yeah. I don’t think I’m ever going to need them again,” she said handing me the clothes she’d just taken off. I dressed as Sally gave me the particulars about where her professor lived. I opened a gateway and all the girls went through into Areola. I hauled Sally’s big rolling suitcase behind me with her pack on my back and my satchel over my shoulder. Then I just walked out of her room, downstairs, and out the door.
Now here’s a little lesson about not making assumptions. Remember the old saying, “Assume makes an ass out of u and me”? Well, when I was in touch with Sally, I read her memories of the propredator and he was genuinely creepy and sinister. So, hauling her suitcase, backpack, and my satchel, I walked nearly a mile to his house and rang the bell. He seemed a little surprised to see me but invited me in.
“You said you had some material for my paper you’d help me with before I leave town.”
“Oh, yes, yes. Of course. I was surprised to see you carrying your suitcase. I was afraid you’d misinterpreted my invitation. But you are just packed and ready to leave campus, aren’t you? Bus to catch?”
“A friend is picking me up.”
“Oh! I hope you didn’t give him this address!”
“No. Of course not. I’m no more excited about letting anyone know I came here than you are about it. I was sure we could wrap things up quickly and I could be on my way.”
“Yes, yes. Please come into my study. Let me show you my references.”
I left the suitcase and backpack in the hall and followed him with just my satchel. I was surprised when he didn’t proceed directly to offering me a drugged drink or some such.
“Very unusual line of research you have explored during your time here. Not many people make the connection between different planes of existence—alternate dimensions, if you will—and the sightings of various mythological creatures over the ages. Now this volume in my library is not widely available. It narrowly escaped the burnings during the Middle Ages when the church was determined to purge the world of everything that did not uphold its doctrine. So many things lost during that time. This manuscript was probably copied by a monk who couldn’t read, but carefully copied the shapes and forms of the words, adding his own decorative doodles in the margins.”
He handed me a volume that must have originated around a thousand years AC. Then he snatched it back.
“We need to take proper precautions,” he said.
He set the book on a reading stand and handed me a pair of cotton gloves, donning a similar pair himself. Then he began to recite an incantation I recognized as one that warded a circle. In this case, his entire house. So, I was dealing with a sorcerer. Interesting. I tested the barrier, but it was strictly to keep things out, not to keep things in. I whispered a personal protection spell of my own and silently sent a message to Josie that I might need my sword.
“Now, look here,” he said, opening the volume and pointing at a page. “This author has clearly described two common origins for all the mythological creatures we have ever encountered. The first is imagination. He describes many of the creatures as simply coming from the imagination of a powerful sorcerer—or several—summoned from what he calls the ‘primordial mass.’ The other source is from alternate dimensions, much as you describe in your working thesis. These creatures include many of the ancient gods, some of whom bred and made tiny monsters themselves. I think of creatures like the Minotaur of Crete, for example. He points to evidence from all over the world—a world that seems much broader than what any individual might experience.”
I could feel the memories of Sally, contained in this body, starting to make her salivate as I read through the manuscript. She—I?—was even lubricating, it was so exciting.
I felt his hand stroke down my back.
“Of course, you can’t read it. The Sanskrit text is ancient and this must have been copied many times. But we can sit just over here and I will read it to you.” His hand slid on down to cup my butt. Ah, so this was his game. Dangle a fruit that is irresistible to his victim and seduce her into his lair with it. I was nearly vulnerable to the temptation myself as I scanned the page and looked at the range of books on his shelves.
“It says here that these other dimensions may be opened with a gate of sorts, but it doesn’t give the spell. Have you discovered that as well?” I asked, ignoring his hand on my thigh sliding under my skirt as I read.
“You understand the words? My, you are a remarkable girl. Perhaps we can make a little trade. I will let you copy this manuscript if you will let me… enjoy your intimate company during that time.”
I heard his zipper being lowered and turned to see his erection sticking out of his pants. He’d worked his other hand under the leg band of my panties and was determined to get to the promised land.
“Yes, you just continue reading and pay no attention to me. It’s a fair trade, don’t you think?”
I pulled his hand out from under my skirt and turned on him.
“It would be for most ordinary girls,” I said. I began pulling off my clothes so I didn’t ruin them for Sally. I’d need clothes when I left. The propredator gasped.
“Oh, yes. Oh, much better than I imagined. I will enjoy you so much I might just give you the book!”
“That would be so nice of you,” I said when I was naked. “I think, in turn, that I shall enjoy you, as well.” With that, I transformed into my full demon form. The poor professor fell back on his sofa, his stiff cock wilting as he stared at mine.
“You’re… ah… What…”
“A demon,” I supplied. “I don’t usually have an appetite for paunchy old men, but I could turn you into a sweet young girl—a virgin, I think—and then we’d have a very good time.”
“No! Please. I didn’t mean any harm!”
“You didn’t? By my count this makes the fourth impressionable college girl you’ve lured into your lair and offered something she found irresistible in exchange for her body. They couldn’t all have been seduced by your library, which I compliment you on. I would guess you have a chemistry lab in this old house, too. Perhaps even a particle accelerator that you conjure up when you need it. Unfortunately, when the girls leave your clutches, they become overwhelmed with a sense of shame and guilt that drives them away from the college. I’m guessing another of your spells to be sure she leaves and doesn’t look back. Am I right?”
“They’ve all been furnished with letters of high recommendation and have taken their studies, along with the results of their research here, to respected institutions. I didn’t intend for them to suffer. I just need to enjoy a nubile young body occasionally.”
“Occasions are becoming more frequent, though, aren’t they?” I asked. “How old are you, sorcerer? Old enough to have rescued this manuscript and others on your shelves from a fire in a scriptorium a thousand years ago?”
“Yes! Yes, I’m old. I’ve used the spells I found to keep myself young through the ages by sapping the essence of young women during sex. But look at me. It’s not working. My body is aging. I’m going to die.”
“That’s rather human of you,” I said.
“I am human! Or, at least I was human when I started this.”
“Well, I have a deal for you now,” I said. He continued to watch the tip of my cock as I kept it at full erection to intimidate him. He actually licked his lips! “I will show you the spell that opens another dimension where you can enter with all that belongs to you. There you can create the reality you want, including, I suppose, an army of horny nymphs to keep you satisfied. Now, I can’t guarantee it will be paradise. That depends on how you approach the new dimension. But it will be yours. In return, you will let me copy all the books in your library and you will never re-enter this dimension. Is that clear?”
“Yes. But it will take you forever to copy all these precious manuscripts.”
“No. I have librarians who can take care of it in an hour or so. Now, do we have an agreement?” I conjured a contract and a knife out of thin air. I don’t usually show off like that, but he needed to know what he was dealing with. He read the contract, in the same language as the book he’d shown me, and nodded.
“I sign here?” he asked.
I handed him the knife.
“In blood.”
Okay, so I was being overly dramatic. I didn’t technically need the scrap of parchment once he’d agreed, but he had his preconceived notions.
As soon as I had the parchment in hand, I summoned a crew of librarians from a gateway I opened to the satchel and they immediately began transporting and duplicating the books. It was a treasure chest waiting to be read!
In return, I asked Nimia to bring me a copy of the original manuscript from Pinaruti’s library that showed me how to create the infinity room. I explained the process as well as I could and warned him that if he took anyone unwilling to his alternate dimension, I would personally find and unmake him. It’s amazing how compliant he was. He sat on his sofa for the hour it took my librarians to duplicate his library and read the Pinaruti manuscript.
“It may take me years to learn how to do this.”
“Try to do it without preying on young women,” I suggested as I returned to Sally’s form and put on her clothes. “Professor Arthur, I bid you a good day.” I walked out of the room, picked up the suitcase and backpack, and left a bewildered old sorcerer in my wake.
“You showed him my naked body?” Sally screamed at me when I told the tale of the wicked sorcerer.
“I didn’t want to ruin your clothes when I transformed,” I explained.
“Ha! Who needs clothes in Areola?” she asked, then spluttered in laughter. Indeed, she was sitting in front of me with nothing on but a smile.
“Well, I’m afraid that if you’d gone there yourself, he’d have done much more than see your body. His thoughts were really quite disgusting. I don’t think there is any part of you he wouldn’t have used. What’s more, by the way the body was responding, you’d have let him and not thought a thing about it until you had left and started feeling guilty.”
“You could feel what I feel in my body?” she squeaked.
“The transformation spell, when I’m in direct contact with the person I’m mimicking, is very complete. I considered letting him do exactly what he wanted.”
“Gross. You could feel me getting turned on?”
“Yes. And you, too, have a very good smell.”
“Don’t let him tease you too much, Sally,” Josie said as she sat with us. “One day you should have him transform both of you and you can make love to you as if you were him. Did I say that right?”
“Never mind,” I said. “No one said anything about Sally and me having sex.”
“Wait! You don’t want to have sex with me? Was there something so disgusting about my body when you were in it that makes me repugnant?” she asked.
“No. Not at all. We just haven’t discussed that… or even if you will be staying in Areola. Now here’s what he had for you,” I said, changing the subject. I presented the old manuscript to her. Nimia leaned toward her to look at it as well.
“This is… in a foreign language,” Sally said. “How would I have gotten turned on by that?”
“I can translate for you,” Nimia said as she began reading from the page. I could visibly see the change coming over Sally. Her nipples hardened, a flush spread across her face and chest and her breathing sped up. And there was a delicate aroma of an aroused woman emanating from beneath the table.
“Um… Nimia, I’m not, like, into girls, but if you want me to eat you while you read, I’ll figure it out. My god! I do have a scent!”
“Told you,” I said. “Now, about your stay in Areola.”
Nimia closed the book so Sally would pay attention to me.
“A different dimension,” she whispered. “It doesn’t feel any different.”
“We need to figure out if you are a temporary resident or permanent. I’m not saying you need to decide this instant, but I’m not willing to show you any more of Areola if you are going back to the natural world and leaving us. You have your life ahead of you in the natural world and could write your thesis. I’d even give you an exact duplicate of this book. It might take a while for you to get it translated, but you would have source material.”
“I could go back to what you call the natural world and be considered a crackpot and lunatic. I’d be ridiculed in every academic institution in the world and would end up stacking panties at Walmart. No thanks. I want to stay here. I would like to send a message to my parents to let them know that I’m safe but not coming back.”
“Many of us have had to keep in touch with our families back home for a while. I popped in occasionally until my parents died and I still get trundled out to do presentations occasionally. They make me look like an old woman, though,” Liz said.
“Wait! You’re that Liz?”
“Mmmhmm.”
“Please, Bob. Let me stay in Areola. Let me be… one of your concubines. Have sex with me. Make love to me. And let me study the nature of alternate dimensions from inside one.”
I smiled at her. What could be better?
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