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


Finally, Jessica and Kim returned. They closed the door and turned on some
lights. They poured themselves a glass of wine and plopped down on the plush
sofa in front of me. They didn't say a word. They just sipped their wine and
stared at me. Finally, Jessica said, "You were very good, male. You impressed
them. But the very thing about you that impressed them will make our jobs very
difficult. And that could make your life very unpleasant. The thing that
impressed them was your refusal to whimper. I've seen it before. A male that
whimpers is too easy to break, too pliable; and therefore, not as enjoyable.
You will be useful to us as long as you keep your spirit. Yes, you must be
trained and you must be obedient. You must even be trained to enjoy your
bondage and your treatment. But you mustn't lose your spirit. If you do that,
we'll discard you."

I didn't know what it all meant but I do know that I didn't like the image of
being discarded.

"Well, there's no time like the present to get started." This was Kim
speaking. "Let's get you down from there. You've been standing long enough."
Jessica went to the kitchen and brought back more manacles and handcuffs. "Put
your feet together." I didn't comply quickly enough and her fingers began
rolling my balls through them in a most painful way. "Don't make me hurt you.
It's late and I don't want to get back on that track."

"Yes, Mistress," I said. The truth was I was so very tired and sore that I
wanted to just lie down. I put my feet together and Jessica cuffed them
together with leg irons. My feet were held in ankle cuffs attached to a metal
bar about 6 inches long. I would only be able to take the tiniest of steps.
She moved a chair behind me and put another set of cuffs on my very raw and
sore wrists. While this was being done Kim rolled a long bench-like apparatus
into the room. It looked a bit like a weight bench but it had chains and
straps hanging off it from various places. It was wide - about three feet -
and cushioned. At one end, the bench narrowed to a thin part that looked like
a headrest. Beyond the headrest was a series of bars and handholds sticking
up.

Before removing the first handcuffs, the ones attached to the iron rings on
the beam, Kim approached me. She had in her hand a long butcher's knife. For
effect I guess, she ran it back and forth on a sharpening steel. She tossed
the steel on the sofa and walked up to me. She took my penis in one hand,
stretched me out and placed the knife under it, blade up and touching the
underside of my penis. She had my full attention. "One false move, male, and
you'll lose it. Understood?"

I nodded. "Yes, Mistress," I squeaked.

"We're going to unchain you from the beam. You're going to slowly lower your
arms but only to chest height. You'll put your hands on your face and we'll
slowly make our way to that bench. You'll lie down on it with your head on the
headrest. Understand so far?" I nodded again. "Before we begin I want you to
know that there's a little part of me that has always wanted to cut off a
man's penis. Don't tempt me."

Jessica unlocked the cuffs that had caused so much pain and I almost couldn't
lower my arms. They were so heavy and so tired but I dared not move too fast.
Also, my muscles had almost frozen into that position, or so it seemed at the
time. I slowly lowered my arms until my hands were touching my cheeks. "Very
good," said Kim. Now take very small steps toward me. If you trip I can't
promise you'll keep your cock." I took a tiny step with my left foot, then my
right. Slowly, we made our way to the bench. I could feel the cold steel of
the blade on my penis. Kim's hands were sweaty. Or maybe I was just sticky and
oily from the earlier attentions. We got to the bench, I was able to sit and
then lie down on it. Kim kept the knife to my penis the entire time. My feet
were stretched out to the end of the bench. Jessica put one of the bench's leg
cuffs on my right ankle. Then the left. She removed the manacle with the short
solid bar. I was able to keep my legs straight out ahead of me if I wanted or
to bend at the knees with my feet touching the floor on either side of the
bench.

Till now Kim was still holding the knife and my penis in her hands and I was
still holding my hands to my face. Jessica took another chained cuff from
beside me and clapped it on my right wrist. Then she put one on my left wrist.
Finally she removed the temporary cuffs. Kim stayed in her position though.
That worried me for a minute but Jessica wasn't done yet. She pulled out a
hinged part of the bench to my right. Then she pulled another out to my left.
When they were extended the bench made a kind of cross for my arms to lie on.
Jessica took the slack from the chain on my left arm and pulled it toward her
so that my arm was fully extended to my side. She looped a link of the chain
to a hook made for that purpose so that I no longer had any slack on the chain
of my left arm. She did the same to my right arm. Finally Kim released her
hold on my penis and I was able to let the air fully out of my lungs for the
first time in five minutes.

Jessica said, "I'm going to take a shower. Can you watch him?" Kim nodded and
sat down on the sofa in my plain view and began to read a book. When Jessica
returned, she was wearing a white terry robe and she had her hair rolled up
into a towel. Without saying a word she dropped her robe and removed the towel
from her head and began drying her hair with it. Her body was fabulous. She
had fine, almost silky golden hair. Her pubic hair was shaved on both sides in
a bikini cut. It was the same silky golden color. Her breasts were possibly
fake but I admit to not being able to tell the difference. If they were fake
it was the finest job I'd ever seen. And if they were real they were simply
magnificent. Her breasts weren't overly large. They perfectly matched her
proportions. Her areolas were raised a bit on her breasts. God, that always
turns me on. In profile, her breast made a beautiful arcing curve toward her
areola. At the edge of her areola the curve changed slightly making it look
like her areola was a tiny breast on top of her breast. Then her nipple topped
it off. Her nipples were hard and dark pink. They looked eager. She was
becoming sexually aroused just by standing in front of me.

I surely didn't expect it but I had another erection. Jessica took one look at
me and laughed. "You can forget about that for now. Kim likes cock. A lot. And
I'm sure you'll get to know one another quite well. But I like tongue. And I
was so close to an orgasm earlier today, it was all I could to stand around
waiting for the meeting to end." At this she stepped over the bench and sat on
my chest, legs spread to both sides. Her cunt was inches from my face. She
positioned her knees on some pads below and to the sides of my head and she
grasped some handgrips in front of her. "You're to lick my pussy. I want to
have an orgasm and your tongue will do all the work." She lowered herself into
position, her spread lips touching mine. I didn't open my mouth. "Don't make
this hard on yourself. You'll regret it. You've either never tasted pussy or
you're a very stubborn male. I'm going to assume you've never tasted a woman
before because stubbornness will get you hurt. But shit, I can't believe it.
You're pathetic. You make a living pleasing women and yet you've never gone
down on one?"

Kim had gotten up from the sofa and moved beside me. "Mistress, do you need my
help?" She wrapped some kind of belt or strap around my left knee and jerked
it outward, fastening it firmly. Then she moved to my right and fastened my
right knee. She had succeeded in spreading my legs wide apart. She grabbed my
balls and gave a warning squeeze - firm, to let me know she was not kidding
but still not what I would describe as painful. Jessica said, "I'm not sure
yet. He just needs time. Male, you will open your mouth and touch your tongue
to my pussy. You'll find that it isn't so bad. I took a shower on purpose so
that I could break you in gently." She lowered herself onto my face and rubbed
herself all over me from my chin to my forehead. I could feel her wetness but
I didn't know if it was from her shower or from excitement. All I know is that
I did not want to stick my tongue inside her pussy. I resisted. She began to
face fuck me. I don't know how much time passed but she was grinding her
pelvis into my nose so hard I could feel it starting to swell.

"You know, I can keep doing this all night and eventually I might have an
orgasm but it's just not satisfying to me. Are you ready to taste me yet?" She
reached down with one hand and pinched my sore nose and with the other spread
her lips apart. I didn't respond. "Kim," she said. At that, I felt the wind
knocked out of me, so tightly did she crush my balls. In fact, she only had my
left testicle in her hand and she had shoved it into my abdomen with her palm.
I tensed up from the pain, pulling with all my might on the various chains
binding me. Oh God. How long would the pain last? Jessica said, "I'll give you
a few minutes to think about your disobedience." And she began to face fuck me
some more. I could barely breathe. Her pussy lips were spread all over my face
and she began to grind against me again. "Oh, yes. Oh, yes. That's nice," she
said. She was able to rub her clitoris against my face until she was becoming
aroused. My pain was finally beginning to subside. My breathing returned.
Jessica paused and raised herself up a few inches from my face. "Are you ready
to lick me, male?" I managed a weak nod and she positioned her spread lips
directly in front of my eyes. She touched her swollen clitoris and said,
"That's the part you need to work on. Get busy."

I couldn't believe the situation I was in. I never thought I would eat pussy.
I always assumed that one day I would meet some girl who I could really fall
in love with and that maybe, just maybe I'd try it once or twice. But not like
this. Jessica was beautiful to be sure. And I could easily see myself fucking
her. I could stupidly imagine myself giving her pleasure with nothing more
than my cock. But to be trussed up and humiliated, to be raped in this way was
almost too much. I could feel Kim's hand raising my penis as if she were about
to deliver another wallop. Just the motion of my penis being lifted sent pains
into my abdomen from my still sore and probably swollen testicles. I parted my
lips. Jessica's labia were hovering millimeters away from my lips. I could see
her lower abdomen rising and lowering with her breath, anticipation causing
her to shiver slightly. A drop of sweat beaded up on the underside of her left
breast. As she breathed and slightly quivered from her hunger the drop of
sweat fell from her breast and into my mouth. It was salty. I reached my
tongue out and toward her labia. I licked. Once, twice. She had a similarly
salty taste. "Deeper," she said. I reached my tongue inside her. She was warm
and I felt the inside of her wet labia surround my lips. She almost purred.
"Oh, yes. Oh, yes," she whispered. "Reach as far inside me as you can." I did.
My mind couldn't get a particular image out of it. My dick had been in this
place so many times I couldn't begin to count them. But right now, my face, my
eyes, and most especially, my tongue was like a dick with a mind of its own. I
had been here so many times but I had never been here at all. I felt dizzy
when the impact of my continuing rape began to sink in.

I licked and tasted her. I drank her juices. After a few moments of exploring
her vagina with my lips and tongue she said, "Pucker your lips and try to suck
on my clitoris." I did and she stiffened. I could feel her enlarged clitoris
between my lips. I sucked hard and then wrapped my tongue around it. She was
so wet. I couldn't believe how wet she was becoming. Some women are dry and
need lubrication but not Jessica. She couldn't stop herself from moving and
she was making it difficult to keep my lips and tongue on her clitoris. "Bite
it. Take it in your teeth and hold on to it." I was almost afraid to try. I
didn't want to hurt her, which most definitely would result in my being hurt.
But I sucked hard on her clit until I could get it between my teeth. I bit and
she gave out a yelp. I immediately let go. "Don't stop, male. I said bite it."
I bit again and this time I held on. She wiggled back and forth to cause me to
pull and tug on her clitoris. She practically exploded onto me. My tongue, my
mouth, my whole face was becoming wet with her juices. This girl's orgasms
were like an ejaculation. I was completely wet with her cum. She held my face
tightly between her legs for a minute or more. She was squeezing hard. Her
orgasm wasn't over yet. She was just relishing it as it passed over her in
waves.

She released the pressure on my head a bit and said, "Don't stop. Keep going."
I couldn't believe it. She had what had seemed like the most amazing orgasm
anyone could ever have and yet she wanted more. "I'm wet. Lick me out. Drink
it. I want another orgasm." I caught my breath and began to tongue her again.
She was hot to my face. I needed some cool air but I wasn't going to get it.
"This time, be slow and gentle. I want to enjoy this one longer." I put my
lips to her lips and began to work them again. I licked her, I worked swirling
circles around her insides. I sucked and nibbled and blew air into her. She
was directing me like a conductor directs a musician. Each time she was
building toward a crescendo she would back off it and let it subside. She
reached orgasms four more times before she was done with me. Each orgasm was
reached only after several intentional pullbacks. It must have lasted three or
four hours. I had no sense of the time. And then, almost as if on a signal,
she climbed off and walked out of the room. She didn't say a word. She didn't
look back. Kim had long since disappeared I guess. I know she was present for
a good portion of it but she must have grown tired and gone to bed. I was left
to spend the rest of the night manacled to the bench with not a word from
either one of them.

I was hungry. I was thirsty. My balls ached. My face and nose were red and
sore. The welts on the back of my legs and ass were stinging. The cuffs on my
wrists were digging into my flesh. I had crusty dried cum all over my face. I
had pubic hairs in my mouth and teeth. My ass was sore and I had a greasy
feeling between my legs. I stunk. In short, I was a mess. But I would be lying
to you if I said there wasn't a part of me - a previously unknown part of me -
that wasn't titillated at being used and raped and humiliated by a gang of sex
witches. I didn't know what was in store for me but the thought kept coming to
me - be careful what you wish for.