The Book Lover Ch 21

Author's note

This is a long chapter, perhaps the longest I have written. There is so much that I wanted to cover here that I thought all belonged together, while also sprinkling a little sex in for some distraction from the weightier things. I usually try to keep chapters shorter than this, so my apologies, I had a lot of loose ends to pull together here. I hope it's not too much.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" He asked as he looked down into her eyes.

She was in the boudoir again, laying on her back on the bed and Hamid was once again penetrating deep inside of her.

But there was a difference. Her experiences had taught her that it was her own mind that created the images of things inside the realm of consciousness and inside the book. It was why she had, subconsciously, made Hamid look a lot like Ethan. The sensations she felt in her interactions with the book had reminded her of her night with Ethan, so her mind created an avatar for Hamid that looked a lot like Ethan.

This understanding was reiterated when she observed the differences in the world that Ethan created to represent the experience of being in the metaphysical realm. He created a world that looked quite different from the one she had created for herself.

It was a reminder to her that she could make the world inside the book, and Hamid himself, look anyway she wanted.

So she chose a different avatar for Hamid. She left the boudoir the same as a reminder that it wasn't real, but everything about Hamid she had modeled after someone else, down to the last detail.

Hamid thrust deeply inside of her, making her feel every inch of his long, thick cock, thrusting deep into her fornix. Very ... very deep.

OK.

That was the

one

detail she hadn't changed. She needed that cock size to stay the same. It wasn't like Tom had a small cock, he was actually slighly bigger than average, but Ethan's cock, and by extension Hamid's cock, filled her

so

much better.

"You couldn't give up this, though, could you?" Hamid said and he once again thrust that magnificent shaft deep, deep inside of her.

"It was my one conceit," Jessie said with a smile.

"How would he feel if he knew you wished he had a bigger cock?" Hamid said, chuckling as he pounded her hard and deep.

"I won't tell if you don't," she replied. "although I'd gladly give up this cock forever if it meant getting him back."

"Which brings me back to the original question, are you sure this is a good idea?"

"No," she said, more seriously, "it probably isn't, I just miss him so much, I couldn't help myself."

"Well, I can't change how you choose to make me look, but I probably wouldn't have recommended this."

"Just shut up and fuck me," she said.

Once again, he entered her head instead of speaking to her.

-I think it's time you remember your place, little one. You can give me any face you wish to give me, but if you wish for me to keep fucking you, you're going to have to submit to my wishes.-

-yes, master, sorry master-

Hamid, still looking very much like Tom, pulled away from Jessie and sat back on the bed.

"I think," he said with a sigh, "that I will not give you the fucking you so desire this time. Perhaps this will help you to be more mindful of our arrangement next time you visit?"

"Yes master. Sorry master," Jessie declared.

"However," he replied, "I see no compelling reason for me to be left unsatisfied. Do you?"

"No master," she answered, her head down.

-Then come take my cock down that lovely throat, little one-

-yes master-

She moved over until she was kneeling in front of him, and with practiced ease took Hamid's cock down into her throat, humming gently to increase the stimulation of his cock with her vocal chords.

-That's it, little one. Give me the pleasure you are to be denied. Next time, when you arrive, i expect you to be tied up, blindfolded, face down on the bed so that I can use you as I see fit-

-yes master-

Jessie stood in the structure that represented the consciousness of the book. In all her trips into the book, she had never attempted to look directly into this place, with the exception of a brief moment during her battle with Jaleh.

Unlike being inside a person's consciousness, which always appeared to her like a dome with tendrils representing thoughts, senses, emotions, and memories connecting from the edges of the dome to points along the floor, the book appeared more like a massive renaissance cathedral with the various chapels being composed of separate, smaller domes.

The two largest domes stood opposite each other, with a dozen smaller domes arrayed in two semicircles between these two ends.

It was still blindingly bright inside of this structure, due to the massive amounts of energy Jessie had been feeding into book because of her inability to understand and control these energy flows.

She had been drawing on this energy reserve to maintain her long distance conversations with Ethan, but she also took every opportunity she could to feed any spare energy she had back into the book in order to maintain it as an incredible resource of energy.

There was one exception to the incredible brightness of the overall structure. It was the dome which stood opposite of Hamid's dome. This dome stood completely dark. It was, in fact, impossibly dark. The rest of the structure was so bright that it would have easily filled this dome with light as well, but the light around it simply didn't enter into this dome at all.

Jessie

knew

as she stared into this darkness what that meant. She searched inside of herself to find the place where she had locked Jaleh away, and searched for signs of her threads. Those threads had been left disconnected from all sensory input, but they were still there, still visible, but even more cold and dark and lifeless than Tom's threads were to her.

More importantly, there were no threads that connected Jaleh to the book in

any

way.

She thought back to the beginning of her battle with Jaleh, when she had first come into the book and noticed the path of energy that Jaleh was feeding on. In her anger and haste, she had reached out and destroyed that path of energy, to keep Jaleh from arming herself with even more energy.

In that moment, Jessie finally realized what she had done. Hamid had begged her not to do anything that couldn't be undone. But had it already been too late?

She sat across the table from him. It was a small wooden table in a small room with a dirt floor. The walls were framed with rough cut lumber and filled with a mixture of straw and clay. It was as close a representation as she could make to the actual 'throne room' that Hamid used to conduct the business of his empire. The Hamid that sat across from her bore no resemblance to principal Skinner, Ethan, or Tom, but was instead drawn from the memories she had recently extracted from the essences of the concubines found in the book. She wanted to make him as real as she could possibly make him.

He looked at her and smiled. Smiling was the last thing she thought she could do.

"You know this method of communication is no longer necessary, Jessie," he said to her, "although I appreciate the attention to detail this time around."

"Yes," she said, only barely able to keep from sobbing in front of him. "I know I don't need it in order to access information. But I do need it for other reasons."

"And what are those?" He said, the smile still on his face.

How could he sit there and smile at her?

"Because I cannot offer a proper apology without looking you in the eyes."

"Even if those eyes were fabricated solely for your benefit?" He said, his smile growing even bigger. There was mirth in those eyes. She could not fathom how he could be so calm and content when she felt so absolutely devastated?

She just shrugged at him.

"It is important to me," she explained.

"And by extension," he said, "it holds much more import to me as well. But there is no need for apologies, Jessie. Nor is there a need for the sorrow in your heart."

"Yes," she said, the tears flowing down her face freely now, "there is. I cut her off, didn't I? Completely! From you, from the book, from everything you planned for her. You asked me not to do anything that couldn't be undone, but I'd already done it, hadnt I?"

No sooner were the words out of her mouth than she began to sob almost uncontrollably.

"Ah," he said, "that. It is very regrettable, no doubt. But it is no more your fault than it is mine or Tom's or your grandfather's. Jaleh, in her fear and usual impetuousness did something she never should have done, withdrawing herself completely from the book. We all must deal with the consequences of those actions, but those consequences lie solely on her head, and on no one else, especially not you."

"How can you say that?" She asked through tears. "I was the one who cut her off!"

"No," he said sternly "you acted in self defense, trying to save yourself from Jaleh's control because she did everything in her power to convince you that she held all the power. Jaleh knowingly did multiple things that she

never

should have done. First, she

never

should have used your inexperience to convince you to give her control in the first place. Second, she

never

should have cut you off the way she did to falsely give you the impression of being powerless, again feeding on your lack of knowledge and experience. Third, she

never

should have used her control to destroy the one relationship that was most important to you. Finally, she

never

should have transferred herself completely out of the book and into your consciousness. She knew better, and yet chose to do it. You did the only thing you knew to do to take control back from her. The fact that you felt you must go to war with her to regain control was a lie, but it was a lie of her own creation, made deliberately to allow her to ruin what you held dear. What happened is fully her responsibility."

"I don't believe that," Jessie replied. "I can't believe that."

"The truth does not care who believes it and who doesn't. It still remains the truth. You must reach your own peace with that truth. I have. Jaleh has. Why should you have a need not to?"

"How do you know Jaleh has?" Jessie asked.

"Because I know Jaleh."

-Welcome back, child-

It was time to reach out to Jaleh and allow her out of her sensory imprisonment. One thing that was very clear, however, is that Jaleh would never be a dominant power inside Jessie's consciousness again.

-thank you, madam-

-I am sorry I kept you sequestered for so long. There was much I needed to come to terms with-

-remember, madam, that i have been in the book for thousand of years, the time you kept me away is small compared to that-

-I must share some rather unfortunate news, however-

-if you're referring to the fact that I have been cut off from the book, I already know. I knew it the instant you grabbed the connection feeding me energy from the book-

-I am so sorry for what I have done. I didn't know it would permanently cut you off from the book-

-there is no way you could have known. and even if you had, there is no way you would have thought me foolish enough to leave nothing of me in the book. even I wonder how i could have done such a thing. i must accept the consequences of my foolish choices-

-We have both done foolish things. All that is left is to make the most of the situation that remains-

-yes, madam-

-There are things you should know. You took advantage of my inability to fully comprehend the exchange that we were making. That will never happen again. There will always be limits on the power that I share with you-

-i would not expect you to share any power with me ever again, madam-

-But that is where you are wrong, child. We will share many things together from now on. It would seem we both have much we can learn from each other. I suggest we take advantage of this rather unique relationship to facilitate that learning-

-what is it you would have me learn, madam-

-Hamid believes that our situation will allow you to learn what he feels he failed to teach you, that your way is not always the only way, and that your power should not be focused on what you can gain from it, but on what

others

can gain from it. I have examined your lives together. Hamid is a remarkable man-

-yes, madam, he is. i regret that i never seemed to learn how to be like him-

-Let us learn this together then-

-yes, madam. and what is it you would have me teach you-

-You have a remarkable ability to read people. Hamid seemed to believe the world has seen no equal in that regard. I wish for you to show me, and Ethan, how you do it, even if our power as saMpadyate is limited compared to yours-

-yes, madam. can i share something with you madam-

-Of course, child. We will be sharing everyting from now on-

-you have greatly underestimated your powers. what i accomplished as a sampadyate was based on above average power coupled with extreme diligence in learning how to use it. but you do not have simply above average power as either sampradata or sampadyate-

-Explain, child-

-you are exceptionally gifted with both abilities, madam. unlike anything i or hamid have ever seen. much of what i did in paris would not have been possible with my own power-

-I believe you flatter me, child-

-if by flatter you mean lie or exaggerate to ingratiate myself to you, then i assure you that is not the case. i cannot compare your abilities to those who came before me, but i can compare them to all of my contemporaries, including hamid, and everyone who has lived since. you are by far the brightest star since my day. soon i will show you how easy it is to see when someone is lying. you will easily know at that point that i am not, madam-

-Then I trust you, child, even though it is hard for me to comprehend. I will tell you that Hamid has already told me much the same thing, although it is very hard for me to believe-

-it is that tremendous power that both frightened and intoxicated me. with that power you could utterly destroy the book with merely a thought. it scared me that you seemed more than happy to destroy the book and give up your power for the love you felt for tom. that is what i had hoped to prevent from happening, but i also fell in love with such great power and wished to keep it as my own, and for that i am truly sorry-

-Hamid told me that I could become the world's greatest leader or the world's greatest tyrant-

-indeed, madam-

-Then let us learn together how to become the former and not the latter-

-yes, madam. thank you for sparing me madam-

-We can both thank Hamid for that. He begged me not to do anything that could not be undone. Out of his love for you, I listened. I am sorry that I failed in that task, and that you have now been cutoff from the existence you have known for thousands of years. I promise to make your sojourn with me as remarkable as I possibly can-

-it is more than I deserve madam-

-No child. It is not. It is precisely what all of us deserve-

She had returned to the boudoir, this time following Hamid's instructions. She had chosen the avatar representing Hamid to be like he had been when they'd last visited, as close to memories of those who knew him when he was alive, even though she wouldn't be seeing him this time due to her blindfold.

She had given him Ethan's cock, however. She

needed

to be properly filled.

She was blindfolded, face down on the bed, but kneeling so that her ass was up in the air, a position that signaled her willingness to be taken. She had examined pictures on the internet and selected a binding that lashed her arms together, behind her back, with four sets of lashings; at the wrists, just above and just below the elbows, and just below the shoulders. It made it impossible for her to move her arms at all. Of course, she didn't need to learn how to tie it, she could simply imagine it in her mind as she created the scene of the boudoir in her head.

-I see you've come to me as a slut, waiting to be used this time-

-yes, master, as you wished me to-

-Very good my slut. And you will be used, in ways you were not expecting. There will be no speaking this time, slut. That will make it impossible for you to forget your place, as you did last time.-

-yes, master. as you wish-

-You'll need to raise your head off the mattress, slut-

For a long moment this confused her. How could she possibly raise her head off the mattress if her arms were securely trussed behind her?

She almost laughed when she realized the answer. She had created every detail of this scene in her mind when she entered the book. She had full control to change it in anyway she wished.

And quite suddenly there was a rope, connected through all four of the arm lashings and tied into a pulley suspended above her, its connection to the ceiling undefined, mainly because the ceiling itself had never been defined in her mind.

The rope lifted her upper body, pulling on the trusses holding her arms together, until it was lifted clear of the mattress.

She felt someone climbing onto the bed in front of her. She sensed the heat of a body moving closer and closer to her until she felt skin against her face.

She realized almost instantly that it was an ass pressing into her face. The skin was soft and smooth, the hairs fine and wispy against her face.

This was a woman's ass!

There was another moment of extreme confusion. Jaleh was disconnected from the book. This couldn't possibly be her.

Hamid sensed her confusion.

-In the last 5000 years, my concubines have had almost no interactions with actual humans from the real world. We are going to change that today, now that we have access to our own personal slut-

-yes, master. as you wish, master-

She had agreed to these conditions when she entered the book, and reinforced them with her binding agreement with Hamid only moments before, so she was powerless to stop what was about to happen.

She was a helpless sex slave to Hamid and his twelve concubines, who could use her in any way they chose. She could feel the sphincter of one of these concubines pressing against her lips, encouraging her to rim this unknown woman.

She was surprised to find herself

incredibly

turned on by this, precisely because she knew that, even though she was helpless, she was also completely safe. No real harm could befall her here, so she was free to give up complete control and allow herself to be used as a sex toy, and it turned her on immensely.

-Reach into Elaheh's consciousness and allow her desires to control your actions, slut. Let her use you to do exactly what will give her the most pleasure.-

Jessie assumed that the concubine with her ass pressing into her face must be named Elaheh. She reached into her thoughts and gave her temporary control over her own actions.

Immediately she noticed an even greater loss of control. Her tongue seemed to take on a mind of its own, plunging deep into Elaheh's ass, causing her to moan loudly and push her ass back harder into Jessie's face.