The Instrument - Chapter Four - The Coven
By Big Brother Alan
A mini-novel about sexual slavery, humiliation, degradation, redemption and escape


I heard a muffled, "Yes, Mistress. The male is secured and awaiting your
examination." I heard the sound of several footsteps, many footsteps. I
couldn't tell for sure but I sensed about a dozen people enter the room and
form in a semi circle in front of me. I smelled various mixed scents,
perfumes, herbs, and oils. I also smelled incense.

A slightly older voice said, "How old do you think he is?" "Around thirty,
Mistress." "Is he functional?" "Yes, Mistress." "Is he pliant?" "He is still
getting used to his situation, Mistress. But we think he will adjust well and
become useful for your purposes." "Will anyone be looking for him?" "We think
not, Mistress. He is a transient free-lance ski instructor with no real job
and no place or family of his own. It seems he spends his nights in the bed of
whichever woman will let him."

A new voice spoke for the first time. "That gives me cause for concern,
Mistress. He is perhaps, too used for our needs." The authoritative voice
said, "Time will tell. Male, do you like men sexually?" I hesitated answering
for a split second but I heard the words come out of my mouth, "No...
Mistress. I'm not gay or bisexual. I've only made love to women." The mistress
in charge said, "We are not interested in your loves. It is your sexual
practices that are important to us."

A long silence ensued. I could tell I was being closely scrutinized. Hands
began to touch and prod me. I felt firm hands running down my arms and along
the muscles of my back and chest. Someone took my head in their hands and felt
my neck under and around my jaw line. "Open your mouth." a voice said. I did.
"Stick out your tongue." I did. "What color are his eyes?" Jessica said, "I'm
not sure Mistress. Grey, I think." "Let me know when you find out." Hands ran
down my abdomen and between my legs. Many hands; at least six or seven. So
many hands fondling my penis and grabbing my balls. "Spread your legs wider
apart." I did, but tentatively. The fear that one of those hands was going to
crush my testicles was making me wince and breathe shallowly.

"Male, your mistress said you were functional. Why are you so flaccid?" I
didn't know quite how to answer that. My normal inclination was to dash off
some smartass remark. But I held my tongue. I didn't know what would happen to
me if I showed disrespect in front of all these women. I might be deemed too
incorrigible and just be killed or maimed and dumped in a ditch somewhere.

"Mistress, I am fully functional... It's just that I'm not yet used to so much
focused attention... All this is so new to me and I'm kind of taken back by it
all. Please forgive me."

"Your training will tell us more but I must warn you. Do not think you can
fool us. You must not only be sexually functional but plaint as well. You will
learn over the next few weeks how to please a woman. Given your background,
you may think that you already know everything you need to know. But rest
assured, you do not. You will be taught and you will learn to derive much
pleasure for yourself by giving proper pleasure to a woman."

Her words scared me but they also reassured me that I would not be killed - at
least not immediately.

The examination continued. I heard a chair being moved next to me. Someone
stood on it. I felt a wet swab being rubbed across my forearm. "Don't flinch.
I'm going to draw some blood," said a new voice. I supposed they were going to
test me for diseases. "Can you urinate?" "I don't think so...Mistress." "Get
him some water. We'll try again before we leave." A glass of water was put to
my lips. I drank some. "Drink it all." I did.

The chair was moved in front of me. "Stand up on this chair. Don't bump your
head." I stood on it. My hands were now level with my head, one on each side,
the beam just above. "Bend over." I bent over as low as I could given that my
hands were held in place. I felt an oily substance being poured onto my butt
crack. A woman was on another chair to my right side. Her right hand grasped
my penis and began stroking it. Her left hand ran down my oily butt and she
inserted a finger into my anus. She felt around and put pressure in the
direction of my scrotum. The response was almost instantaneous. My penis
became engorged and I couldn't stop the ejaculation that she caused by
stroking my penis with her right hand. My sperm shot out like a fire hose and
another woman collected it in a cup that she held over the tip of my penis. I
was being milked like a cow but I have to admit that the release was unlike
anything I had ever felt before. The expert mistress continued to stroke me
until it was obvious I had nothing left.

She released my penis and removed her finger from my ass. I felt foolish and
humiliated standing there on a chair with cum dripping off my still swollen
penis. How many women have been watching me? Am I being filmed? "Have you ever
had anything larger than a finger inserted into your anus?" Oh, God. Oh, God.
What was she getting at? "No... Mistress. I have not." I didn't know what they
wanted to hear. So all I could do was tell the truth.

"Bend over once more." Slowly, tentatively, I bent over. "Farther." My arms
were stretched as high up over and behind my head as I could put them. They
were aching. But someone then grabbed my head and pushed me even lower. The
pain shot through my arms and shoulders. The second chair was moved behind me.
A woman, probably the expert woman, got onto it. More oily liquid. I could
feel something being placed between my legs. It seemed huge but I couldn't see
a thing. Slowly, bit by bit, she inserted it into my anus. I felt like I was
going to take a crap. I felt like I was taking a crap. Oh, God. What would
happen to me if I shit all over them? I later learned that she inserted one
end of a two ended dildo into my ass. She put at least eight inches of dildo
into me. The other end she mounted. I felt her hands firmly grasp my hips and
I felt her legs and knees rub and bump the backs of my legs as she rammed the
dildo back and forth, back and forth as she fucked me in the ass. She mimicked
the movements of a man as she rammed the dildo into and out of my ass. She
started slowly, picked up speed, and then began pumping it hard on the
instroke, and slowly on the outstroke. I could hear the heavy breathing of the
expert mistress as well as the breathing of the various women looking on. The
dildo she used was over two inches in diameter. It was unpleasant and even
painful but when it was all over I can't say it was the worst thing that had
ever happened to me. The thought of it was much worse than the reality. The
point of it was humiliation, not some test of sexual functionality. I highly
doubted she reached an orgasm. They wanted me to know that they had total
power over me.

I was allowed to get off the chair back into a standing position. I resolved
there and then to stand up like a man. They may have humiliated me. They may
have filmed me being poked, prodded, jacked off and fucked up the butt but I
wasn't going to let them see me quiver or whimper. Another glass of water was
brought to my lips but I stood as tall as I could to make the holder of the
glass reach up as high as possible. I drank it.

The women moved about in small whispering groups. I could hear the scribble of
a pencil on paper. I could feel a tape measure being held up to me. They
measured my waist, my hips, my chest. They took my height. They measured
around my biceps and my thighs and calves. They measured my penis, small and
flaccid though it was. They brought a small bathroom scale and weighed me. I
heard the authoritative woman ask, "What caused those welts on his body?" Ah,
Jessica was going to have to answer for that. Good.

"He needed correcting, mistress." That's all she said. No details of the
whipping. No explanation of my misconduct. Just, "He needed correcting." I
stood ready to hear her being chided. I relished the thought. She had already
mistreated the new male and she was going to get it.

"Very good, Apprentice. He seems like the kind of male who will need much more
of the same. Do not spare his flesh out of a reluctance to spoil it. If he
shows the slightest disrespect, even the slightest hesitancy to do as he is
told, punish him until he cries." I was crestfallen. My one ray of hope for
this bizarre day was dashed and I was filled with a fear of Jessica and Kim
and these strange, cruel women. What did the future hold for me?

I could hear the sound of cameras clicking from various angles around me. I
sensed flashes. I still wonder if a video camera was used as well. "Can you
urinate now?"

"I believe so, Mistress." Someone approached me and told me to go whenever I
was ready. It took a few moments but I started pissing. I intended to piss
till that cup ran over and I either pissed on the woman's hand or until she
moved away and let me piss on the floor. But I was again mistaken. She held
more than a cup. It was a bucket. I could tell by the sound of my piss hitting
the bottom.

I was just about to turn rapidly to one side to splash her with my piss when
Jessica whispered in my ear, "You do it and you'll drink it. The entire
bucket. Plus whatever I can add to it. I told you to behave yourself and so
far you've done quite well. Don't spoil it so close to the end."

I couldn't tell which Jessica was speaking, the dominatrix who was promising
to beat and humiliate me into submission or the Jessica who so tenderly
seduced and excited me earlier. I decided to play nice at least until the
coven left. There was more whispered talking and I could hear the sound of
drinks being poured into glasses. I seemed to be in the midst of a pleasant
social gathering or a quilting bee or something.

The surrealism of it all struck me. I was chained naked to a beam in the
middle of a pleasant, warm and cozy great room of a very expensive mountain
cabin, surrounded by a dozen or more women, at least two of whom I knew to be
young and beautiful. I had been inspected like a piece of meat. My blood was
drawn, my urine collected, my sperm taken. I was measured, photographed,
beaten, raped and humiliated. And these women were standing around me drinking
and laughing and, for all I knew, looking at my body so they could later
masturbate with my image in their minds. And I couldn't see a thing. I had no
idea whether they were young or old, skinny or fat, dressed or naked.

It was now starting to get quite dark out. The afternoon sun that had so
brightly lit up my naked body for Jessica during her initial inspection had
long since set. The meeting was almost over. The lights in the cabin were
turned off and the curtains closed to block the remaining light. Someone
removed my blindfold and the women gathered around me in a tight circle. They
all wore long robes with deep hoods shading their faces. I could just barely
make out their silhouettes. There must have been 15 women there. They all put
their hands on me in various places. Some kneeled down to grasp my calves or
thighs. Others simply laid a hand on my back or on my buttocks. A few hands
were placed on my chest and abdomen. From behind me, someone reached between
my legs and grasped my balls while another hand from in front caressed my
penis. The authoritative woman stood directly in front of me and took my face
in her hands. All hands were caressing me or squeezing me. The authoritative
woman said in a solemn voice, "Oh great Mother, creator of all things, thank
you for this blessing. Please give us the wisdom to mold this clay into an
instrument useful and worthy enough for your higher purposes. Lead us as we
guide him on his journey to you."

And then, just like that, they filed out the door. Cold air blew in through
the open door as Jessica and Kim saw their guests depart. I wondered what the
authoritative one meant when she said, "Lead us as we guide him on his journey
to you." I didn't like the sound of that one bit. It almost sounded like I was
going to be sacrificed in some Wiccan ritual. I felt like I was a lamb being
fattened for the slaughter. I was starting to get really cold and really
tired. I had been standing chained for hours on end and the door had been open
to the night air of the snowy mountain for what seemed like thirty minutes or
more. I was cold, tired, hurt, scared, and sore. How weary I felt.