Bob's Memoir: 4,000 Years as a Free Demon--Volume 2

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Volume Two: After Caesar (Mostly)
Prologue

Hi! I’m Bob and I’ll be… Yeah, you know the rest. I’m a demon. I’ve been around for something over 4,000 years. For the last several centuries, I’ve been looking for a place where I can permanently hide my infinity room and crawl in. This second volume of my memoirs, “After Caesar (Mostly),” is all about how I got to the place where we are today—trying to escape from earth.

There’s a lot of story to be told on our way to that, though. Since you might not have read the first volume, “Before Caesar (Mostly),” I’ve been told I need to refresh a few things, just so you won’t be all “Dazed and Confused.” (Gotta love Led Zeppelin.) So, I’ll tell you what is what and who is who among those left over from the first volume. Of course, most of the people I’ve talked about are mere human, so they don’t continue in the story unless they’ve found a place in the infinity room. I do have a passing acquaintance with a number of gods from different ages and parts of the world. I don’t brag about that. Most have been congenial, but they operate on a different plane than the natural world.

The infinity room is the result of a panicked spell I cast on an old leather satchel. I needed someplace to stow away everything in Pinaruti’s house, including my wives and concubines, before the King of Knossos broke down the doors. (Some trivial thing about me stealing his new wife.) It was the same kind of spell Egyptian conjurers used to fit djinni in bottles. It made what was inside the container larger than what was outside. I had no idea how much bigger! It seems I have close to half a million people dwelling in the infinity room at the start of this story, including the remnants of a couple of harems I was asked to take care of, the sailors who were with Odysseus, a whole lot of librarians—including those from the Library of Alexandria—the priestesses of Aphrodite, and various lovers, concubines, and stowaways. It always seems to be big enough for everyone. Things I take into the infinity room, bring along the memory of their environment and it comes into existence around them. Especially libraries. I love libraries.

And people. When a person enters the infinity room from the natural world, he, she, or they stop aging. I won’t say they get younger, but they get healthier and stronger and look younger and fitter. There are exceptions. People who are born into the infinity room seem to age normally—or at least normally for the infinity room. That might be a little slower than in the natural world. It’s hard to tell because there is no real timeline in the infinity room. I’m pretty convinced that whatever time is there, runs differently than in the natural world. I’ve never been able to figure it out.

Let that be a warning to you young sorcerers out there. It is possible to work magic without understanding what you are manifesting. I have a concubine named Chione who is mute because I didn’t want her to be able to talk about the infinity room when we were in the natural world. I cast a silence spell and it turned out that she couldn’t speak at all. She bears me no ill will, though, and is among the kindest and most loving of my entourage. Just one of many instances in which a spell I cast didn’t turn out the way I expected.

Speaking of which, I had two wives in the infinity room as of Caesar—Nimia and Penelope. Nimia was with me back in Knossos when I had to flee the king. I stuffed her into the infinity room and mostly she has stayed there, looking as fresh and young as the eighteen-year-old she was when I first married her. Penelope was once the wife of Odysseus. You know, the fabled hero of the Trojan War. I knew him as a cowardly idiot who got himself killed while hiding in the Temple of Aphrodite in Ilium. I adopted the likeness of his body and all his memories, then set sail for Ithaca. Poseidon made sure I had a miserable time of it, but Athene insisted that since I had Odysseus’s likeness and was passing myself off as him, I needed to return to Ithaca and set his house straight. I came clean with Penelope and we left her son in charge and took off. She married me and took up residence in the infinity room, looking fresh and healthy and fairly young, despite her forty years.

Things get a little confusing here because my third wife, Esmeralda, was actually married in the late 1400s, but I told the story in the first volume, even though it was out of order. Lots of this story is out of order. I just keep remembering things and have to write them down. I’d been trapped in the infinity room by Esmeralda’s great grandmother and Esmeralda let me out. She was still only a kid at the time, but a few years later, she was as firmly attached to me as any of my other wives.

And then there are my possessions, Josie, Pari, Princess Agora, and Maya. Josie was the first who ever used those magic words, “Possess me!” I did. Now, it is like we think with one mind and we are closer than any other relationship I can imagine. Pari was a concubine in Nebuchadnezzar’s harem that he gave to me as a reward for telling him the meaning of his dream. Her harem mate, Chione, was given to me a few years later. But Pari asked me to possess her and I did. I think Chione would have asked me, but she couldn’t talk. Oh, well.

I told the story of Princess Agora late in the previous volume, but I possessed her out of desperation. She was going insane and was a near vegetable because she couldn’t comprehend a world that was bigger than her island. She’s the only one I ever possessed without her asking me, but I gave her the opportunity later to be freed. She declined. She not only stays in the infinity room, she mostly stays in the bedroom or adjoining rooms of my palace there. She’s truly agoraphobic.

Let me see. I also mentioned Maya in the first volume. She’s Mayan and I met her at the behest of her god, Kukulcán. We were sent on a mission to save as many of her people as we could before the Spaniards got to them. The first thing she did was ask me to possess her, and after I was sure she understood who I was and had a talk with her god and goddess, I did. Of course, that was in the sixteenth century and now we have to go back in time to the first century After Caesar (AC). I’ll pick up the story soon after I dropped Issa off in India.

No, I won’t do it that easily. I think there are important stories to be told that I just remembered, so I’ll start in the 1960s in San Francisco. Don’t worry, I’ll get around to telling about the other stuff, but this is fresh in my mind since I’ve been talking about my possessions. That’s really all you need to know to understand most of the second volume.

Except that I tend to ramble. Oh, and I love to sail.

Let the story begin. Again.

Part VI
A Woman’s Work

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27
Unharnessed Joy

I was in San Francisco—Oh, I don’t know. Fifty… seventy-five… eighty years ago? Paying attention to dates and time is a pain. Whenever I get tempted to, I find a quiet place to hide and go to the infinity room for a while. When I come out of the room, I have no idea what century it even is. Anyway, this was last century.

As I was saying: San Francisco. I owned a little shop down on Haight Street and was just trying to maintain a low profile in this crazy country. North Beach was too crowded and expensive, so I moved down to Upper Haight. I started off selling liquor and cigarettes. Then I moved into souvenirs as tourists started coming around. Seemed everyone wanted clothes like what my girls wore when they came in to work in the shop with me. So, they started sewing things up in the infinity room and bringing them into the shop to sell. The weather was great most of the year, so the lightweight cottons we wore in the desert weren’t out of place. I put a couple of dressing rooms in the shop and before long, I was doing a bigger business selling clothing than liquor. And to prettier girls.

I especially enjoyed going up to North Beach on Friday or Saturday nights and hanging out with the poets and drummers. It was after one of those outings that I remembered a drum I had from way back when. I went into the infinity room to find it. It was there, in the back of the magic room under a scenery prop from our Greek theatre days and a bit of dyed silk from China. I pulled out the silk and suggested the girls might try something made out of that and they got all excited about it. Finally, I found Ninra’s drum. I wasn’t going to take the original drum out into the air of the natural world. I wasn’t sure how well it would hold up. But I made a copy of it with my duplication spell and sat to learn to play it. I wasn’t very good at maintaining a constant rhythm on the djun-djun, but as far as I could tell, no one who played in the café bars had a sense of rhythm anyway. I guess they were all playing jazz—a little off key and half a beat behind.

I took the replica up to the Beach with me one night and sat in while a couple of poets recited incredibly long poems. People liked the effect of me squeezing the drum and getting it to change pitch in the middle of a strike. They nodded their heads and said, “Play it, man. Say it.” I got the message. They wanted me to contribute some poetry while I played. Shit. Well, like I said, it seems like what you needed in this club was a fast tongue and about any old story. I took a deep breath.

I was floating alone on the deep blue sea
with no work or place I needed to be.
I heard a noise behind me and looked around.
There was a babe there swaying with the rock of the boat
and not a stitch of clothes—covered only by her long blonde hair,
and that was almost no cover at all.
None at all
No cover at all
Just her long blonde hair
And no cover at all.

A girl like this, you don’t molest;
just sit and wait to see how she’ll move
and if she’ll offer a smoke
or drink your wine.
And you hope that heaven
has just answered your prayers.
Your prayers, your prayers
Answered your prayers
And sent you a goddess
To warm up your nights.

Then she stepped into my arms
and I was lost.
And found and lost again.
I tell you this babe took me straight to heaven
And dropped me a million miles back on the sea.
It’s a million miles from heaven to sea
But it makes no difference how far you fall
If you’ve been to heaven
In the arms of a goddess.

But no one believes in the goddess these days.
No one will take the risk to assail heaven.
No one gives sweet offerings of honey cakes
Or chilled goat’s milk
to satisfy her appetite wherever it takes you
and let her have whatever you are.
Whatever you are, whatever you are.
Do you dare let that babe know
Whatever you are?
Don’t ask me—she already knows.

I ended with a springing note that fell on a silent crowd and was eaten up by the smoke. I think I really had them, right up to that last verse.

My performance didn’t fall completely flat. I had a few new customers at Erosland Boutique. We’d adopted the name ‘Boutique’ after we started carrying clothes and jewelry. Supplying clothes, jewelry, alcohol, and tobacco had kept a whole country in the infinity room active and producing. People in the infinity room were always working to find new and creative projects. As long as they were working for Bob, their needs were all met.

“You laid some really deep shit on us last night, man,” a customer said. I glanced his direction and recognized one of the poets from the café. “Don’t let the cubes in the room get you down. They’re trying but just can’t cut it. Um…” He paused to light a cigarette. “I liked that drum you played. Got any in the shop here?”

That gave me pause. I hadn’t thought of selling the djun-djun. It could be another whole industry.

“I can get them. Don’t have it today, but later this week,” I said.

“Cool. Don’t rip me off with the price, okay?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

I needed to go visit some music shops and find out what a fair price would be for a small drum. I’d done the same kind of research when it came to selling clothes. I had no idea what things were worth in the current currency.

He left and I started meeting more people from the beat café. Some just wanted to hang out and look at the hot mommas who worked in the store with me.

Before any of the girls were allowed in the store or to accompany me to a beat café, they had to learn the language. They only worked a maximum of one day a week, so they didn’t get a lot of practice in the natural world. I tested them on the language myself. As years progressed, it seemed that was less important as no one understood anyone anyway. At first, some of the girls sounded like a mashed-up recording.

“Hey, Big Daddy. Cast an eyeball at this neato merch. I bet you’ve got a hot momma waiting at home and this little dress would really razz her berries. She’ll have you out for a little back seat bingo at the passion palace before you know it. I’ll clue you, my boyfriend got me one and he had it made in the shade. And that’s good because he’s usually on a trip for biscuits when it comes to pleasing me. Not this time. I flipped for him. Meanwhile, back at the ranch, give me the bread for this and take it home to your baby. And shoot low out there. They’re riding Shetlands!”

I knew what all the words meant and I still couldn’t understand her! But they got better at it as time went by and ended up sounding like pretty normal hipsters. Business was good.

Which brings me to the subject I was going to talk about.

More and more people moved toward the Haight and some of the cafés got a makeover into really hip joints late at night. Daytime they still mostly just served coffee and donuts. The scene changed when it got late. I have to say, I might have helped things change. But the change didn’t stop where I wanted it to.

The culture was changing from the beat to the hip and the neighborhood had a lot more kids who really weren’t old enough for either smoke or liquor. I had to keep them out of parts of the store and I really hated that. Back in the day, we didn’t have all these age laws about who could smoke or drink. Alexander had conquered the Greeks by the time he was eighteen, and believe me, he drank whatever he wanted.

Oh, brother. America was already turning me into a crotchety old man.

So, I went with the flow and expanded the shop out the back door. We got a reputation as a head shop and it was bitchin’. A little ganja, which we grew away from where anyone could interfere, in the infinity room. We also kept an eye out for kids who were on their last legs. It was sad. They came here to turn on, tune in, and drop out. And for some of them, that turned out to be a little more than they could handle.

It was a lot like being a rescue mission—something my harem was very familiar with by this time. We’d pick up a kid who was strung out and had lost her bearings. I always checked on her to make sure she’d fit in with us, but then we took her into the infinity room. Sometimes a guy, too. I hated to take kids that left families and friends behind, but it was really the only choice for many of them. If I’d left them alone, they’d have been dead in days. And after we got them where life had meaning, they were very different people.

Oh, yes. The point of this story. Erosland Boutique became a gathering point for all kinds of demonstrations. I never turned anyone away, so people felt safe and comfortable, even when tensions were high. Like they were with the feminist movement.

It didn’t take me long to figure out that ‘feminist’ was a description of what I’d been all my life. You might say, “Hold on, Bob. You’ve got a harem of who-knows-how-many women that you have sex with. They all worship you and you say you’re a feminist? How so?”

Well, I’ve always believed that women were self-determinate. I never forced myself on anyone and I always treated my women with love and respect. I didn’t expect any of them to do anything I wasn’t willing to do—though there were many things they were much better at than I was. All the way back when Josie became my possession, it was her choice and she’s never regretted it.

Anyway, when a group came to me and asked if they could hold a rally out in front of our store, I welcomed them and did what I could to make sure it was a safe place for them to have their demonstration.

“We are people! We are not the property of men!” shouted a speaker at the rally.

They’d asked for and we provided a trash barrel for them as they intended to mimic gatherings that had begun after the Miss America Pageant in New Jersey. I found it moderately amusing, but was sympathetic with the cause, nonetheless.

“Women must come together and fight for equality in the workplace, in the government, and in the home. We will shuck off the vestments of bondage and make our place in the world as equals, not as chattel.” With that she tossed a mop into the trash barrel. Another woman stepped up to toss a copy of Playboy magazine in the barrel. Another threw in a pan. And then one lone brave woman stood in front of the barrel, reached under her shirt, and in a move that had puzzled men for nearly a century, stripped off her bra and threw it in the garbage. There were a lot of cheers, but no one else moved to copy her.

I wholly approved. I couldn’t imagine why she should ever need to wear such an instrument of torture. She didn’t need the support. The bra only emphasized the minimal size of her breasts, as if they needed the extra layer of padding to be feminine. I thought she looked perfectly wonderful.

That was all there was to the infamous bra burning events. I’m sure one or more were actually burned, just as a few young men burned their draft cards, but they were symbolic. There was no horde of women stripping off their underwear and throwing it on a pyre. One check of the prices of those things and you’d understand why. As the rally broke up—peaceful and celebratory—I went out and collected the trash bin to take to the back for disposal in our dumpster.

“Excuse me,” a timid voice said. “Uh, would you mind if I get something out of there before you dump it?”

I turned to find the woman who had stripped off her bra. I reached down into the barrel and pulled it out to hand to her.

“This?” I asked.

“Yes. This is so embarrassing.”

“You don’t really need it, you know. I can’t think of one thing that article of clothing does for you except make you uncomfortable. You’re welcome to come in the store and use our changing room if you’re really going to put it back on.”

“Just like a man,” she huffed as she followed me into the store. “To a woman this is a sign of bondage. To you, it’s a symbol of sex. Take it off and we’re easy. Leave it on and we’re frigid. If we’re small in the chest, build it up. If we’re large, press it together and shove it up and out. A cruel thing invented by men that traps us whether we wear it or not.”

“That may be. But you’ll find the women here in the store… let me see if there are any who… no… none of the women working here today has ever worn a bra. Ever. In their lives,” I said.

“They’re all… naked under those flimsy clothes? Aren’t they afraid of being raped?”

I turned on her, nearly giving way to my fury at the suggestion.

“If anyone attempted that, I would kill him,” I growled. She was taken aback. She didn’t go into the dressing room, but came on into the store to look around, the bra hanging forgotten from her hand.

“Sounds rather caveman of you,” she said. “Women shouldn’t need to depend on men to protect them. We shouldn’t need to be protected and if we did, we should be able to do it ourselves.”

“Hmm. I agree. Watch this.” With those words, I slipped up behind Maya, who happened to be working that day. She was a slight girl, about fifteen when she’d entered the infinity room; but that was about three or more centuries ago. Still, I was easily twice her size. I grabbed her around the waist and slapped a hand across her mouth. She reacted at once, slamming a foot down on my instep and elbowing me in the balls. She grabbed my arm and sidestepped, flipping me over her shoulder in such a way that I landed flat on my back with her foot on its way to my nose. She pulled herself up short and threw herself backward and away from me.

“Bob! Why did you do that? I could have hurt you! Are you okay, baby?”

I caught my breath and nodded. I rolled to my side and raised an eyebrow at the braless protester.

“Is that what you had in mind?” I asked.

“That was unbelievable. Are you all right, little girl?”

“Don’t insult me, chica. I’m older than you,” Maya said. “You put him up to that? You think I want to hurt my man? You should pay for that.”

I think Maya was ready to lay her hands on the woman and I was trying to get in a position between them.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know he was going to do that. I just said women should be able to protect themselves. You were amazing. Can you teach me how to do that?”

“Are you going to join us?” Maya asked. “Who are you?”

“I’m Liz and I don’t know who you are to join. Is it a self-defense club?”

Ali and Esmeralda were working as well and came up beside Maya and me. They put their arms around us.

“We’re much more than a club,” Esmeralda said. “We’re family. It might be a little too much for you to understand at first. You should get to know Bob a little.”

“Are you like, Mormon or something? Isn’t that a little illegal?” Liz asked.

“Mmm. More like a commune, I suppose you’d say. Regardless, we’re not recruiting. With that said, however, I’d like to get to know you better. You showed remarkable courage at the rally and even in coming into the store with me without your armor on.”

She looked down at the bra in her hand as if it were something foreign and she didn’t know where it came from. She quickly stuffed it in her handbag.

“Okay,” she said suddenly, as if she just accepted an invitation that I wasn’t sure I’d made. “There’s a great little restaurant just off Grant in Chinatown. It’s not expensive, but I can’t pay for all of you. I can pay for myself.”

“We don’t go out at night unless Bob has something special for us. We like to go home after work,” Ali said. “Give us a minute to get him cleaned up upstairs and you can have him for the night.”

“The night? I… I’m sure I won’t need him for the night… I mean, it’s not like a date with your husband or boyfriend or whatever he is,” Liz stammered.

“Don’t worry. You can date him if you want to. Most of us just sleep with him,” Esmeralda laughed. “Free love and all that, you know?”

I locked the door to the shop and went up the back stairs to the little apartment above. The girls all gave me a quick kiss, told me to have fun, and went through the gateway into the infinity room. I did a quick clothing change so I didn’t look quite like a shopkeeper and went down to join Liz. On the street, I waved down a cab and she gave the driver directions to the restaurant she’d chosen. We went upstairs to find a charming dim sum restaurant. The servers immediately began bringing trays heaped with plates that we helped ourselves to as we talked.

“So, I see that the movement is getting too focused on defining a new role for women instead of freeing them from a life determined by expected roles,” she said as we ate.

“Exactly. If you are simply saying a woman has to be something different than she is, you are forcing her into a life path the same as she was before. True choice means a woman should be able to choose to work or to be a stay-at-home wife and mother. Of course, it means that men should have that choice as well. Many are trapped by society’s expectation of what they have to be in order to be considered a man.”

I believe she was a little surprised that I understood so well what the women’s movement was about. It turned out that we got along well, even laughing at each other’s jokes. She came home with me and came to my room.

“I’m a fully liberated woman,” she declared. “I can choose to have sex with anyone I want to. It doesn’t mean I’ve accepted a life role or that I’m less of a good woman.” It sounded a bit like she was defending her choice to herself. Whatever she needed.

“I agree. As two consenting adults, we should be able to do as we please when it comes to a personal relationship,” I said.

And Liz definitely pleased me. I had subtly been following the unguarded points of her nipples through her shirt all evening. When the shirt came off, I found them even more delightful. She seemed to think my nipples were just as attractive and spent time tonguing them just as I spent time with hers. She soon found what a talented tongue I had and couldn’t believe I would go down on her and lick through her thick red bush.

“But men only want you to suck them off,” she said. “They never want to return the favor!”

“Stereotypes, sweetheart. Don’t box me in with all the other men you’ve known,” I said as I lapped at her button until she screamed in delight. She was delicious and I vowed that if she allowed it, I would feast between her legs often. When I finally parted the folds of her pussy with my cock, her eyes sprang open as if she didn’t know what was happening. She was very vocal.

“What are you putting in me? That can’t be your cock! It’s huge. Oh, my god! I’m being stretched. I’m so full! Oh! Make me come again! Take me. Fuck me, you monster! Possess me!”

Oh, those magic words. I was a little reluctant, but it was difficult to pass up that kind of invitation from a woman so open to possession. I would need to teach her a little about what it meant to be an independent woman. I’d been there. And she needed to know fully what it meant to be a possession.

I moved into her body, her mind, her heart, and her soul. I possessed her.

28
On Becoming a Woman

That takes me back to a couple of thousand years ago, which was the whole point of my story with Liz. This was back a few years—maybe a hundred or two—after I’d parted ways with Issa. I’d been in India for quite some time, enjoying the sites and the people. I’d even taken time—with several of my women—to study Buddhism. I could see Issa’s hand in that easily. He told me he had been here before and studied the ancient and peaceful religion.

That was a funny thing to me. Budhism is such a peaceful religion, and yet it honors its god of war, Skanda, or Lord Kartikeya. Skanda is the protector of the people and—I shuddered—the slayer of demons. Well, I’d killed one myself once. I determined to simply avoid contact with him.

Given an Indian makeover and some silent observation of customs, I blended in well with the populace and did not try to join the wealthiest or most powerful people. I was a trader. I used my boat to travel from island to mainland with goods needed by one or the other. And sometimes, I journeyed across the subcontinent on foot with a caravan bringing rare items from the coast to the people farther inland. It was a good life and I genuinely liked the people of India.

Occasionally, I would find a woman in a household who felt it was her duty and privilege to provide sex for the guest (me). Mostly, though, the natives of India were respectful of and possessive of their women, so I contented myself with slipping into the infinity room where there were dozens of women eagerly waiting for me to bed them.

“Buy me, Bob,” my lover said. I had gone to bed in the home of my client, Ravi. Not long after, his wife had joined me there.

“I don’t trade in people,” I said.

“Then buy me and set me free. I will still serve you forever.”

“Forever, Lakshmi, is a very long time. Why do you wish to escape from your husband?” I asked.

“He does not care for me. He took my dowry and gambled it away. Then he went to the temple Devadasi and spent the rest there to attract good luck. Since then, he has been a successful trader but prefers the Devadasi to his own wife. I languish in unfulfillment. Only when a guest arrives does he send me to be filled. And you fill me like no other. Buy me and take me away from here.”

It was not unheard of. In fact, I’d often purchased slave women I felt were being abused and set them free. Nor did they all immediately submit to me. Some came to me to ‘pay me’ for freeing them. Those I refused. Some ran away as soon as they were free. And some few had joined my harem when they discovered what a life of freedom in my world could truly be like. I wasn’t sure which category Lakshmi would fall into, but it didn’t make a difference to me. I negotiated with her husband.

“I can tell you are not satisfied with my offer,” Ravi said. “This is beautiful silk, but to trade, I must see a profit. If I pay more, I cannot afford to feed my household.”

I noted that he did not say family. Lakshmi told me there were no children in the house and she was the only wife. But he kept a dozen female servants, whom I could only guess served him in the ways Lakshmi was denied.

“I am a lone traveler,” I said. Not exactly true since I had arrived with a caravan. “My rugs have no company waiting for me when I set up my tent. I would give you this fine measure of silk as well as five tetradrachmas of silver if you will give me your wife, Lakshmi.”

“Bob, Bob, Bob. I would like to take you up on your offer, but other traders in the area would soon hail me as a dishonest man and I would lose all my trade. If you would have my wife in exchange for the silk, that I can give you. But no coins must transfer between us when a person is involved. I am not a slaver and would not be known as one,” Ravi said.

“I honor your commitment to honesty,” I said. “In honor of that and the fair trade you have offered me, I will donate five silver tetradrachma to the temple of Yellamma in your name. May the goddess grant you your heart’s desire.”

The deal was done. The temple gladly accepted my donation and I was nearly dragged inside to make a prayer while being drained of my semen, but I passed that privilege on to Ravi who happily spent the next month getting his heart’s desire.

“Bob, was I worth so much?” Lakshmi said as she waited naked in my tent.

“Lakshmi, your value has no price. Your freedom was assured as soon as I dropped the coins at the temple. Now you may dress and determine what the course of your life will be from this point forward,” I said.

“You do not want me?” she asked near tears. “Am I nothing to a man so wealthy as you?”

“Lakshmi, my desire is to dwell between your thighs. But you do not owe me for the gift of your freedom. You will not be forced into a marriage or a bed. You may travel or find a new husband or even establish your own household. But I will not take you only because you believe you owe me for your freedom. It would no longer be freedom.”

She sat on my sleeping rug for a long time as she contemplated what I had said. She made no move to dress, which I found rather distracting. She was a very attractive woman of about eighteen, and for all her claims of abuse in the household, it was obvious she had not been subject to hard labor or to beatings. I chalked it up to emotional abuse of not being valued for herself in his household. I promised myself that would never be the case in my household, with me or with any of my women.

As she sat contemplating her future, I opened a portal into the infinity room and my wives and concubines hurried into the tent with food and drink for us. Of course, they were all as naked as Lakshmi and the woman watched them intently as they went about their tasks, each pausing for a moment of loving kisses and touches with me before she returned to the infinity room.

“Bob, you are a great ojha,” Lakshmi said, using the local word for shaman or perhaps sorcerer. “I know that you must be pure of heart to work such magic as I have seen. My heart cries out to be the lover of such a man and to bring him joy all his days. I see you have many women who feel the same as I do. I would become one of them. Will you take me to your room beyond this door and install me as the least of all your women?” She prostrated herself in obeisance.

“Rise up, Lakshmi. Let us sit and dine and talk about what may be. Do you not wish to be free to choose any life you might want?”

“Would it not be my prerogative as a free woman to choose a life as a wife to the man I love?”

“Hmm,” I said, contemplating the life of a free woman. “In other words, freedom as you understand it includes the freedom to not be free?”

“Is anyone truly free in any other sense? I have thought about this all my life, as I listened to the teachings of a local Brahmin. At one point or another, we choose what we will be bound to or we are forced into bondage. No person is ever free without thought or responsibility save blessed Buddha. To imagine we are, merely points us to a deeper bondage.”

“Lakshmi, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful relationship. I accept you and will take you as my wife.”

That was a word that brought her great joy and she expressed her joy by pushing aside our table of food and planting herself on my staff of pleasure repeatedly.

For all my sojourn in India, Lakshmi was my wife when I was with people or needed an assistant. Like the other women, she stayed in the infinity room the rest of the time and, as a result, did not age.

Which brings me to the point of this story—I think. I was preparing to go out in the bazaar of a large city near the southern tip of the continent. I would be loading my boat with goods to trade up the east coast of India over the next few years. Of course, my little boat held much more than it appeared to, as I could put all my goods in the infinity room and then board the little craft.

Lakshmi was with me and just before I opened the tent, she grabbed my arm.

“Bob! You can’t go out there. Your horns are showing!” she cried.

“Oh! How long have I had this body? I seem to have lost track. I’ll have to put on a new look. Hold the flap open just a bit so I can see out from the back of the tent and I will choose a new body to model mine after.”

I had worked the transformation spell so many times over the past centuries that I had only to fix an image in my mind and with a few words, I could transform to it. I watched out the little gap Lakshmi made in the tent and watched the people outside. I finally spotted a man I thought would be good to replicate. He was obviously a merchant and I always made a few little adjustments on the fly. I began the spell, focusing on the image I wanted to portray.

Just at that moment, a woman passed between me and the man. Normally, that would make no difference because the image was burned into my mind. But this woman was the most beautiful woman I had… Okay, I know you won’t believe she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, since I had lain with some of the world’s finest women—including the goddess of love and lust herself. But she was so beautiful that it completely stopped my train of thought. She filled my vision with her beauty and as I finished the spell, I felt myself transform. Lakshmi turned to me and suddenly let the tent flap close as she gasped.

“Bob! Ah… What should I call you now?”

“What? Why not Bob like always?” I cleared my throat trying to get used to the treble tones of my new voice. I might need to adjust that.

“But… You’re a woman!”

“What?” I looked down at myself, past the very nice tits I had on display to the vacancy between my legs. “What?” I repeated. Caught as I’d been by the charms of the woman outside, I must have muttered the feminine form of the transform verb instead of the masculine. There was no mistake that I was, in every detail, a woman.

“What am I going to do now?” I asked myself as I sank onto the rug. My boobs bounced. Oh, blessed Aphrodite. Is this what they feel like to you?

“Bob, stop touching yourself. You need to dress appropriately or our shopping day will be wasted.”

“Dress. Clothing.” I opened the door to the infinity room and my concubines immediately started giggling. They filed through the tent, touching me. I was quite embarrassed and kept making futile gestures to ward them off. Eventually, they got the message and brought me fine clothes. I was nearly ready to go out.

“Bob, we need a man. It is not wise for two women to go through the bazaar unescorted. We could find ourselves on an auction block. Especially, looking as hot as you do. Did you have to become so beautiful?” Lakshmi asked.

“Send me out a man willing to escort two beautiful women through the bazaar,” I called into the infinity room. Really, it was ridiculous to think that I, Bob, needed an escort. I was sure I could handle myself.

Tony came out of the infinity room. I’d picked him up in Rome as a boy who was being picked on by several others because he was weak and nearsighted from reading so much. I’d asked him if he’d like to join my librarians and learn all the world could teach from books. He gladly accepted and once in the infinity room, blossomed into a handsome and strong youth.

“Wow!” he said when he saw Lakshmi and me. “Ladies, may I escort you through the bazaar?”

Well, that was what we called him for. We toured the area quickly and then went through at a deliberate pace, pausing at booths that especially interested me, and haggling for the goods I wanted. That was a problem.

“Now, young man, I can tell you are a man of sophisticated good taste, just by the women you keep. These rugs you are admiring are among the finest in India. Fine strong weave, and I will make you a great deal on them. Just thirty dinari each and you can take as many home with you as you want.”

“Thirty dinari each?” I exclaimed. “The whole lot of them would not bring thirty dinari in Chandra. “We’ll give you ten dinari for the lot of them.”

The bastard pretended he didn’t even hear me. He just kept talking to Tony.

“What you don’t see here are the really special rugs I have behind the curtain. Why don’t you come inside and have tea with me? We can arrange a good deal on rugs I’ve imported straight from Arabia,” the merchant said to Tony.

“We have plenty of rugs from Arabia already. And every one of them is better quality than this rubbish,” I said. “If you don’t want to make an honest deal we can go elsewhere.”

“I have a tent behind the shop here where you can stow your women while we talk. They won’t be too soiled when we are finished and you will have a fine collection of rugs to take with you.”

I jerked Tony’s arm and he looked at me, suddenly aware of his surroundings. The merchant had been practicing a mesmerizing spell on him and I quickly did my best to reverse it. As Lakshmi and I pulled him away, he still glanced back at the rug display.

“Tony, snap out of it,” I commanded. “We’ll try that wine booth next. If it tastes good, I might be able to store a few casks of it for later.”

“Ah, wine for you?” the next merchant said. “Well, young master, I should ask to see your ID, but since you are in the company of your mother… and uh… other mother, I’ll let that pass by. Now this wine is still a bit young. It needs to age another five years, but it’s a good vintage. Here, try a taste.” He poured a bit into a glass and handed it to Tony. I snatched it away, took a drink, and spat it out.

“This wine has been left in the sun!” I declared. “I swear! Are there no honest merchants here?”

“Perhaps you would like to conduct your ladies to the bakers and grocers. You can leave them there and then we’ll have a nice drink and talk business.”

I was incensed. The scene was repeated all around the bazaar and we left without purchasing anything. Several had suggested Tony acquire a horse whip.

I spent the night in the infinity room, ranting about how unfair the people at this bazaar were as my wives and concubines looked on and giggled.

“Oh, Mighty Bob,” Penelope said bowing to me. “You are two thousand years old. Have you never noticed that women are invisible? Oh, you see us just fine when you want sex, but have you ever once considered having us go out to do the trading? I dare say, I had more experience in trade than you did when we met, but you did not even take me with you to the markets.”

“Is that so?” I exclaimed. “I’ve always treated you with the utmost respect. I ask your opinions. I depend on your advice. Am I such a tyrant?”

“No, dear,” Josie said, curling up on my lap. She was naked and I had a typical reaction. Except I had no prick to react with. It was very confusing. My nipples hardened as she caressed my… breasts. “You are simply a man—even though you now have a very sexy woman’s body. You should take this wonderful opportunity to let us teach you about how it is to be a woman.” Her hand was inside my sari and my breasts were tingling.

“But how will we gather the trade goods we need when we head north?” I whined. What was this? I could actually feel tears trying to fill my eyes.

“You can work another spell on Lakshmi,” Nimia said. “Turn her into a man and let her accompany you to the bazaar.”

“Thanks a lot!” Lakshmi laughed. “But still, if you turn me into a man, I might get to fuck this beautiful woman you’ve become.”

Oh, fuck!

Let me jump up to the third millennium CE. You know, the 2000s. Surprise! Still around. I have NEVER been opposed to any sexual act between two consenting adults. I figure a person’s sexual orientation is the business of no one but that person and his or her or their partners. Born with male genitalia but want to be a female? Cut ’em off and go for it! A woman who prefers women lovers? Lick that clit! A man who prefers male lovers? Suck that dick! Whatever floats your boat, as they say.

So, I could never understand what the issue was about trans men and women in the twenty-first century. Or about gay men and lesbian women. I didn’t make it my business to go around looking in everyone’s pants to be sure they were what they appeared to be.

Achilles at Troy had Patroclus. They made a cute couple and that may have been why Achilles spent six months in his tent without coming out to fight. And when Patroclus was killed, Achilles went a little insane. He not only killed Hector (and half the Trojan army in the process), but he dragged the body behind his chariot around the city walls declaring his vengeance and grief. It was sheer luck that Paris managed to shoot one of Apollo’s poison arrows and hit Achilles in the heel. But that was the power of Achilles’ love for another man.

Alexander the Great had Hephaestion. That was in addition to his wife (or wives). He was so moved by Hephaestion’s death that he drank himself to death. I could go on and on. Even King David had Saul’s son Jonathan. They made a covenant together and Jonathan stripped himself before David and gave him his clothes. When Jonathan was killed (and King Saul committed suicide), David’s lament declared, “Your love to me was more wonderful than the love of women.” David seated Jonathan’s son, Mephibosheth, at the table as if he were his own son.

The stories of women who loved women are older yet. My own women in Knossos were a testament to that, often preferring a woman’s touch to a man’s—even mine. The Isle of Lesbos, where women from all over the Mediterranean fled when they’d had their fill of men, lent its name to women like Sappho, who loved other women and were thereafter called lesbians. They were honored in Troy and were great allies. The great Amazon warriors had nothing to do with men at all unless they were ready to become pregnant. Then, like the praying mantis, after a man had fulfilled his function, he often lost his head.

What I’m saying is that when I was approached in a nightclub just a few years ago and asked if I would be interested in a very nice young man, I stopped to consider it. I’d long ago learned that a nice young man was a thing to be treasured. I’d just become so accustomed to women that I never considered a man as a lover and probably never would again.

Except during that span of a couple of decades in India in which I was a woman.

Josie, the little vixen, had my nipples standing upright on my proud, firm breasts. It was obvious that I had never had a child. They were the breasts of a sixteen-year-old, not of a mother. Well, at the time I took Lakshmi as my consort, she had been only eighteen. But she had no children and was not much accustomed to the rites of marriage, even though she was an enthusiastic lover. My woman’s body was, using today’s vernacular… Well, let’s just say I was hot.

I was also ripe for the taking. I wondered how much of my new body was truly a replica of the lady I saw in the market that caught my attention. I was sure she was of the Brahmin caste, as the light color of her skin would be a sure indication. Before I had really become accustomed to the new sensations my body was feeling, Josie had my clothes off me and several of my women were helping her explore my new woman’s shape. And, oh! Did their hands and lips feel heavenly! When Josie kissed her way down my body, paying special attention to my sensitive nipples, I thought I would pass out long before she reached the junction of my thighs. I had often bellowed out my release when my cock was deep in a woman who pleased me—as nearly all women I was deep in did—but the squeal that issued from my lips as Josie’s tongue first touched my clit was inescapable. Such a tiny bit of flesh to be so sensitive. I imagined every sensory nerve in my tongue, my lips, and formerly in my cock, had taken up residence in that pea-sized nub between my folds.

I wondered, frankly, if I could lengthen my tongue enough to lick my own brand new clitoris. I would never leave my bed. Thankfully, Josie was more than happy to loan me her tongue and I absolutely danced at the end of it. I could recognize the feeling of an orgasm coming upon me. My butt clenched and relaxed as if I were pumping semen into her mouth and my moan reached a pitch never before heard by dogs.

I was not prepared for it to immediately begin to rise again! As a man, the most likely thing for me to do after an orgasm was to sleep. But as a woman, I was ready to come again and again. It was only lack of stamina that caused me to finally fall off the peak and pass out.

“She’s a virgin!” I heard one of the girls squeal from between my legs.

“Don’t break it,” said another. “It needs to be given to her lover.”

“Does her tongue still satisfy as much as Bob’s?”

“Even more, I think,” said a voice I assumed was remotely attached to the clit I was licking. “I think she’s picked up some signals from the way we treat her clit.”

“She tastes so much better than Bob,” said a voice I assumed had just brought me to my most recent orgasm. “Do you suppose we can get Bob to make his flavor more like this when he returns to us as a man?”

“I simply hope that I can experience what he does when I become a man,” Lakshmi said beside me. I squeezed her breast hard and she squealed.

But that was the moment I first realized that the craving I felt in my body was only being aggravated by all the tongue action on my clit and nipples. At some point or another, I would want—no, desperately need—a man’s hard cock in my soft pussy. The thought made me shudder and I came again.

29
Spared by a Goddess

I was standing in front of my mirror, stark naked, looking at a woman I desperately wanted to fuck. Only it was me. This was definitely one of the strangest feelings I’d ever had.

“Are you going to stand there admiring yourself all day?” Pari asked. The Persian beauty Nebuchadnezzar had given me stood in front of the Egyptian Chione, who was unable to speak. It seemed the two were often in that position and I rather thought Chione would ask me to possess her if she could speak. I wasn’t going to make the suggestion, though.

“My skin is so soft and silky,” I breathed. “When I drape the dress over my body, my nerves come alive and I just want to touch myself.”

“Mmmhmm. I know that feeling well. But you can’t just spend all your time rubbing one off. Or a dozen. You said you wanted to get to the bazaar and… if I recall your words correctly… trade those charlatans into the ground.”

“Yes. If they think they can cheat me, they will find they are facing significant losses. Now, give me a dress that doesn’t set my nipples on fire!”

“Yes, of course. But who are you taking with you?” Pari asked as she put a lovely bit of silk over my head and ran her hands down my body. I shivered. “You know you need a man to speak for you.”

“I can’t believe I’m doing this. Is Lakshmi really willing?” I asked.

“You know she would do anything for you,” Pari nodded.

“I don’t want to push her into something she really doesn’t want to do.”

“If you let her fuck you while she’s a man, she will consider herself the luckiest woman alive. Not that she doesn’t already consider herself lucky just to be your wife.”

“Well, bring her here and bring Oza for a model. He won’t give the youthful impression that Tony does.” Also, Oza wasn’t the most feminine man around. I thought perhaps I could keep myself from responding to him as a man. Or to Lakshmi as Oza.

The two came in and Lakshmi pouted at me.

“You don’t want me as handsome as you are beautiful?” she asked. “Can you at least give me your proud cock?”

“Um…” I considered the size of my cock and that Lakshmi’s intent was to put it in me. “Don’t you think that would be a little much? You should really have something… uh… more human sized.”

“Oh, don’t worry, Bobbie. I’ll make sure you are ready and it won’t really hurt. Will it, girls?” I shuddered at the thought of a cock my size tearing through my fragile maidenhead. I reached out to steady myself against Pari as I came a little. I was not used to being able to do that—or to having it happen to me. As a man, if I orgasmed, I orgasmed. That was it. There was no coming ‘a little.’ I’d found tremors shaking my body often as a woman that weren’t quite full-blown orgasms but had all the signs of being a little one.

“Dear Lakshmi,” I said as I gave her a little kiss. “You know that beautiful women are almost always seen with masculine men who are not the most attractive men in the market. Pardon me, Oza. There is nothing wrong with your looks. I just don’t want to compete with my companion for who is the best looking now that I’m a hot girl! Now get ready and I’ll make the transformation.”

They stripped and stood side-by-side. Actually, there was nothing particularly lacking with Oza’s equipment. I spoke the spell and transformed Lakshmi into a man. I sadly said goodbye to her graceful shape and looked at the man who stood in front of me. While I watched, both men looked my way and I saw their cocks come to attention.

“Dress,” I said shortly. Oh, my!

Lakshmi and I gathered ourselves together and exited the infinity room into our tent to go about our trading.

We made some deals. I politely stayed just behind Lakshmi’s shoulder and whispered bids to her and instructions for bargaining. Half the time, she didn’t need my advice and once she told me to hush. She got a better price than I would have. I was mildly insulted.

“Oh!” I exclaimed, surprising myself with my high voice. I spun in place and Lakshmi turned to see what was going on. “All right! Who grabbed my butt?” I yelled. Everyone in the Bazaar, it seemed, turned to look at me.

“Just ignore it, honey,” Lakshmi said. “It happens all the time.”

“This happens to you?” I asked in disbelief.

“Almost every time we go out,” she said.

“I can’t believe it. What kind of animal does a thing like that?”

“A male animal.”

“I’ll cut the hand off the next male animal who grabs me.”

“Please don’t,” she answered. “I don’t know if I could save you and I don’t think you want to reveal yourself.”

“But he violated me!” I cried.

“I’m sorry, honey. Let’s go back home and send our carriers out for our purchases.”

I agreed, but my feelings were hurt. I couldn’t believe I was being treated this way, simply because I was a woman.

I sniveled all the way back to our tent.

Lakshmi was high after our outing. All through dinner she talked about the deals she’d made and the bargains she’d driven. And when I said something and spoke about my contributions, I got a pat on the head or the thigh or the butt and was told I was certainly a good helper. So condescending!

And then, after I’d gone to bed and had a fun little romp with a couple of my girls, Lakshmi crawled in bed with me. And he had a hard on!

“Um… I don’t think I can do this, Laks,” I whispered as he began petting my breasts and feeling between my legs. I tried hard not to respond, but after the tongues and fingers of my concubines, I was a swamp down there.

“Oh, don’t worry, baby. We won’t do anything you aren’t ready for, I promise.”

“Yes, but…”

He kissed me. A man kissed me!

Or a woman I transformed into a man. I fought him weakly for a minute, but he was so insistent and strong. I told myself it was just Lakshmi playing a dress-up game and I should just go with it because we’d get to the part of fucking and it would be me and her, just like it always was, with my cock shoving into her hot little pussy. As soon as I thought that, my mouth opened to her questing tongue and my legs sort of automatically opened a bit. I didn’t mean to do that, but I was thinking about the kiss and not about protecting my pussy. Her fingers slipped through my greasy channel and rubbed me just right. I was mounting quickly when she wedged a knee between my legs and started pushing them farther apart. It was so wrong and I just gushed with my first orgasm on the fingers of a man!

“Laks, baby, please don’t… Oh, Laks, that feels so good. What are you doing to me?” I was moaning as he started sucking on my nipples and stroking my clit with the bulbous head of his cock. His cock! “Oh, no. Don’t do that. Laks, I’m a virgin. Don’t hurt me,” I begged. At the same time, I discovered my hips were thrusting up at him and his cock was toying right at the entrance to my pussy and he was going to… “OW! Fucking hell! You hurt me!” I screamed.

“Relax, baby. It always hurts a little the first time. All women go through it. Just give it a minute to relax and you’ll really like what comes next.”

“But I didn’t want…” He kissed me again and pushed deeper into my no-longer virgin pussy. “Oh, Laks. Oh, that is so wonderful,” I sighed. “You just fill me up and I can hardly breathe.”

“I told you you’d like it. Now just relax while I do all the work.”

I did try to relax, but every time he pulled back, I felt so empty inside that I thrust my hips up to meet his inward push, feeling him go deeper and deeper into me. I had my eyes closed, so I didn’t actually need to look at a man fucking me, but my body was rising to another delicious peak when Laks froze, pressed all the way into me as far as he could go, and started pulsing inside me. I froze as well, feeling the incredible gouts of semen he was pouring into me.

This was good! This was what this body was made for. I started thrusting up at him again and he rolled off me.

HE ROLLED OFF ME!

“Wait. Don’t leave. I’m not done yet!” I yelled.

“Sorry, baby. You just knocked me out. I’m too sensitive to keep going just now. Maybe Josie can finish you. I need a little nap and then I’ll be ready again.”

And the bastard went to sleep!

The bastard woke up again in the middle of the night. Twice. When I woke up in the morning, he was lying right there and I had come running out of my pussy and he was hard and… I just jumped on and rode that pole for glory!

I did stop and check my body systems after I got up and bathed. I was definitely sore down there. I wanted to make sure that I could not get pregnant. I discovered the spell I’d used to immobilize my sperm worked just as well on my eggs and there was no chance I could get pregnant. I breathed a sigh of relief.

We had to go out and do more trading so we could fill our boat with goods for our trip north. I was a little slow moving when we went to the farthest end of the bazaar and began working our way back. We stopped at various booths and traded for goods like rice, spices, jewelry, and crafted wood items.

We were standing at a tea merchant when two men grabbed me from behind and threw a bag over my head. I struggled and cried out, but I didn’t dare use magic out here and reveal that I was a demon. My hands were grabbed behind my back and I was tossed over someone’s shoulder where I rode until I was unceremoniously dumped on a floor in a tent. I knew Lakshmi would be coming to save me, so I wasn’t really worried.

A voice nearby said, “Strip her,” and my fine silk dress was torn from top to bottom and pulled off my shoulders. My arms were held back and a man roughly grabbed my breasts. Then his hand jabbed between my legs and ran through my pussy. “This is no virgin!” he yelled at his companions. “There’s dried come all over her.” The bag was dragged off my head and a fistful of hair was dragged with it, causing me to scream. He hit me across the mouth.

I know you’re asking, “Why didn’t you fight back?” All I can say is that it is part of the transformation. I’d always chosen good strong well-built men for my models. I could enhance the strength a little, but it was primarily the strength of the body I transformed to, not the strength I had as a demon. The woman’s body was not large and strong, even with the enhancements I did to it. As long as I was in this body, I was a woman and had comparable strength.

My first look in the dimly lit tent told me I was in the hands of a man who was highly experienced as a fighter and kidnapper. Women were bound to poles and frames in the tent, sagging against their bonds. They all looked like they had been beaten and raped. And I could tell we were all headed toward slavery. I only hoped Lakshmi had seen where they’d taken me and was coming with help.

When he’d stripped me, the thug came in contact with my satchel and had trouble figuring out how he’d missed that I was carrying a bag. He opened it to look inside.

“What’s in the bag?” the chief of the kidnappers said.

“Nothing valuable. A couple of trinkets and girl stuff.”

Unless I opened a gateway into the infinity room, the bag functioned like a normal bag. I contemplated opening the gateway now and summoning help. I drew in my breath and it was knocked out of me by the chief slugging me in the stomach.

“No screaming, bitch. Gag her!” A cloth was stuffed in my mouth and tied behind my head. No! That meant I couldn’t speak a spell. I knew very well what happened when a spell was slurred. That was how I came into being. I couldn’t risk even the simple spell to open the gateway. My hands were tied behind my back around one of the pole-like contraptions. My struggles did not help. The three men all felt me up, pinching at my nipples and shoving their fingers into my dried pussy. It clenched against the invasion.

“So tight,” one said. “Use enough oil and it’s still fuckable.”

I shook my head and strained against the ropes that bound me, earning myself another slap in the face.

“Boss wouldn’t be happy if he didn’t get to be first. But that doesn’t mean we can’t use her mouth. Did you see those teeth? Perfect! She might not be a virgin, but she’s definitely been kept soft and smooth.”

So, the chief wasn’t the highest in the group. There was a boss still to come. I shook my head again, earning another slap.

“Don’t you even think about using those teeth on my cock, sweetie. Right now, I could slit your throat and the boss might be disappointed, but he’d be maddest about the mess on the carpets. We don’t tolerate biters around here.”

He shoved me down to my knees, my hands still tied to the pole behind me. Then he pulled open his trousers to show his erection. I prepared my spell. It would need to be spoken quickly. He pulled the gag from my mouth and I spit out the words. He obviously couldn’t understand what I was saying. Nothing happened except that he shoved his dick in my mouth. He was so intent on raping me that he did not see the gateway open behind him and six armed warriors stream out of it. In seconds, the three kidnappers were unconscious.

I slumped forward against my bonds.

“Bobbie. Bobbie, wake up, baby!” I heard Josie sob. I managed to get my hair out of my eyes and felt that my bonds had been released. Josie knelt in front of me. “Are you okay, honey?” she asked. I looked at the scene in the tent. In addition to my warriors, there were a dozen of my women, releasing and comforting the other women who had been bound.

I shakily stood and kicked the chief in the nuts. His still-exposed cock jumped, but had shrunk to nearly nothing. Otherwise, there was no response.

“Lakshmi! Where is Lakshmi?” I managed to get out.

“We don’t know. Where were you when this happened?”

“Tea merchant at the north end of the bazaar. We have to find him right away.”

My six warriors immediately headed out of the tent and another armed force emerged from the infinity room. Josie led me to a large chair piled with cushions and one of my concubines brought me a dress. The girls were making sure the other captives were dressed. I read the memories of the traffickers while they were unconscious and found they were only three of a dozen or more pirates who were working the bazaar to capture new female slaves for a market across the sea. The captain of the crew would be here as well as other kidnappers before long.

“We need to put this place in order and make it look like the kidnappers were successful and everyone was still bound. Ladies,” I addressed the dozen other women who had been released by my people. “We can take you to a safe place. If you wish to return to your homes, you may do so after we clean up this filth. Please follow my wife through that doorway and you will be safe,” I said.

They looked a little confused and I realized they were trying to make the word wife, as said by another woman, make sense. Nonetheless, they followed Josie to safety. My women took places at the poles, looking like they were beaten and weary. I sat on the chair at the end of the tent. My warriors arranged themselves around the room where they were concealed. The three kidnappers were stuffed in a trunk in one corner of the tent. I hid the gateway.

We didn’t wait long. Lakshmi and I had been making our last purchase for the day and the bazaar was closing up. Voices were heard outside the tent and another ten men brought five women into the tent. They were followed by a man who strutted into the tent between his men and their captives. He focused on me sitting in the chair.

“Who dares sit in my place?” he demanded.

“Mandab, your rule has ended,” I said.

“What mere woman would dare…?”

He was cut off by the sudden appearance of my warriors. His startled men dropped their burdens and went for their knives, but were overwhelmed before one could draw. My women quickly moved from their places by the poles to aid the women and escort them to the infinity room. Mandab quickly assessed the situation and dropped to his knees, shaking. His head was bowed to the floor.

“Lady, we are sorry to have offended your grace. We had no idea you protected the women of this region.”

I thought he was speaking to me, but his manner of address didn’t seem right. My warriors pushed all the pirates to their knees and bowed their heads. I turned behind me and saw a frightful vision. I recognized at once that she was a goddess of as much might and power as any I had known in Greece or Babylon. She had many arms—it seemed the number changed as she reached into nothingness and pulled out heads, which she wore as a necklace. Her skirt was made of arms ripped from her enemies. She carried a sickle-shaped sword that dripped blood and her tongue snaked out of her mouth to scent the air.

“All women are under my protection. You and your rapists are doomed.”

I hastened to kneel and plead for my people, but Kali was swift in her judgement. Mandab’s head fell to the floor, quickly followed by those of his henchmen. The trunk where I had stowed the first three was sliced in half. Kali gorged on the blood and fastened the heads to her necklace and the arms to her skirt. Then she turned to me.

“You have done well, demon. Take your spoils and depart.” With that, she faded into nothingness again.

Around us, we found the tent was filled with treasures, which we quickly packed into the infinity room and then left the bloody scene behind. My warriors followed me as I turned to the docks and found a ship much larger than my own. I’d seen it clearly in the memories I had read. We ran aboard and this time did not hesitate to kill every man we found. Below decks, we discovered nearly thirty women bound and gagged, lying in their own filth.

I opened the gateway again and my women rushed to care for the women and take them into the infinity room to be healed and fed. When we were certain the boat was empty and the slavers were dead, we rushed back through the streets to our tent. Once inside, I left guards on duty and went into the infinity room to assess the situation.

The first thing I saw was Lakshmi, looking surprised. I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bedroom where my clothes flew from my body as I undressed him.

“I was so worried for you. Come to bed. Fuck me now and assure me this adventure is over.”

I did not give an opportunity for response other than to make sure his prick was rigid and my tongue was in his mouth. I bounced on him, crying out my release and frustration. I rolled us so he could pound into my sensitive pussy. I moved to my hands and knees like a mare in season, so my stallion could mount me. I felt his release, not once or twice, but like a continuing torrent filling my pussy and enflaming my lust with his own. My orgasms were uncountable and I collapsed beneath his weight as I released my fear and panic at last.

I have taken to sleeping more the older I get. I don’t know why. I don’t get tired or ‘need’ sleep. But sometimes I just want an escape without getting drunk. I guess that was the case after my misadventure in the Bazaar and with the kidnappers and the goddess Kali. I slept in escape for a long time.

“Bobbie. Honey? Wake up, baby.”

I opened my eyes to see the caring and loving vision of my Lakshmi. Yes, I had ridden him hard the night before, but if he wanted more, I was willing to give him whatever he desired. I moved over so he could get in beside me and pushed into the… Lakshmi lay beside me. I looked back up at her/him and again at the man drowsily waking from sexually exhausted sleep.

“Who… Uh… What… Are you…?” I stumbled.

“I just got back. I spent the night searching the area for you until the warriors found me and brought me back to the tent so I could come home.”

“Laks. Um… Who…?” I nodded to the man sitting up beside me.

“That’s Oza,” Laks said. “The man you patterned me after.”

“My Lord… Or Lady,” Oza said bowing his head to me. “Anytime I can be of service to you, please do not hesitate to call on me. Anytime.”

I’d had sex with a man. Not just a woman I turned into a man, but a man who was a man. And I’d liked it a lot. We fucked ourselves into oblivion. What could I do? I kissed him and thanked him for the lovely night. Then I pulled Lakshmi to me and welcomed him back to my bed and my body.

30
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.”

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