Novela de Mi Id

“In Fear and Trembling”

Chapter Three

That night they sent a servant into his cell to anoint him for the ceremony. She was a dark-haired girl dressed in a long red skirt and a white blouse and her breath stank of garlic and fermented fruit. At the entrance to his cell, she hesitated, swaying as if caught by a sudden breeze. Then she took a swig from the small green bottle she carried and entered, making the same strange gesture with her hands that the sexless ones did.

She knelt before him and uncapped one of the small flasks she had tied to her waist. Pouring its contents into an open palm, she looked up at him.

“Kneel," she said, and beneath her words, he detected a bit of nervous laughter.

Nevertheless, he knelt and stared at the woman as she in turn stared at him.

“I bet you're a very big man,” she said.

He blinked.

“Please undress,” she said.

“But, señora, I --”

“Don't worry,” she said, averting her eyes. “I have seen men undressed before.”

Slowly and nervously, he divested himself of his clothing, keeping one eye on the woman all the while. Once he was fully naked, he knelt down once more and saw the woman turn to look at him.

“So big,” she said. “So very big.”

“What do you mean?”

“Never mind. It matters not. Come closer. I must anoint you.”

“Very well.”

He moved forward. Now he was almost touching her. The woman reached out with the palmful of oil and began rubbing it upon his chest.

He flinched.

“Haven't you ever been touched by a woman before?” she asked.

“No. That is -- I don't think so.”

The woman smiled. “By tomorrow night, all that will be changed.”

She rubbed harder, rubbing the oil over his arms and shoulders and down toward his back and buttocks. "So very big, she kept saying. It was almost a chant.

When she touched his sex, she almost laughed.

Then she looked at him and smiled

“Quite the little innocent, aren't you?”

“I know not what you mean.”

She smiled. Then she bent down and kissed him upon a most private place.

“Señora!” he cried.

“Hush, my hairy one,” she said. “I am not a señora. I am a señorita.”

She kissed him again in the same location.

“But this -- this is wrong.”

“This is the way it has to be.”

She took another swig from the green bottle by her side.

“Come to me, my darling.”

“But --”

“Kiss me.”

“But I am to be married tomorrow.”

“I know. That's why they sent me. As a test.”

Her breasts were half out of her blouse, shimmering like great white moons. Her skirt had been detached and kicked away. Beneath it, she wore nothing save a patch of short black hair.

So that is what a woman looks like, he thought.

Then she kissed him and her tongue invaded his mouth and her hands grabbed hold of his sex and she engulfed him with her hairy legs until --

He pushed her away.

At first, she stared at him in disbelief.

Then she frowned. “So they left behind a few eunuchs, after all,” she murmured.

She crawled forward again.

“Don't touch me,” he said.

The woman smiled slyly at his warning gestures. “You needn't bother. This was all for your convenience, not mine. Tomorrow on your wedding night, you'll face a similar challenge. I could have helped you with that but ---”

She shrugged. Then she reached for her skirt. Her white buttocks, turned toward him, looked like two giant half-moons.

He reached for them. “So beautiful,” he said.

She looked behind her and smiled. “A boy-lover, huh?” she said.

She pulled away from him. “I thought as much.”

“I know not these words you keep using,” he said.

She smiled again. “You should. I get the feeling that you will be hearing them a lot.”

She stood up and refastened her skirt, leaving the empty green bottle behind on the floor of the cell.

As she readjusted her blouse, he crawled toward her. “Please, don't go,” he said.

He grasped her knees.

She looked down at him. “Let go.”

He did so. And watched silently as she left the cell.

An hour later, the sexless one grinned as it brought him his supper. “Pretty nice, huh?”

He only looked at the black-clad figure, not seeing it, not seeing the tray, not seeing the door or the walls or the bars or anything. Save darkness.