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


She had beaten me until I passed out. And a good thing it was too. Days later,
as I was waking, they rolled a television into my room, in front of my line of
vision. I could barely move. They put a tape into the machine and I saw the
whole beating as filmed from the corner camera near the bed. Jessica kicked
and stomped on me long after I had passed out. Then she stopped to take a
breath and asked Kim to bring the handheld video camera. The view on the tape
shifted as Kim came walking into the room holding the camera and filming me
lying on the floor in a naked, unconscious heap. Jessica rolled me onto my
back and spread out my arms and legs. I was shocked to see this. I had no
recollection whatsoever of any of this and it was frightening to see my
bruised and bloody body being positioned and posed like a rag doll. Kim walked
around me with the camera on my spread-eagled body on the floor. In the tape,
Jessica said, "Male, you will learn to obey or you will die. If you live you
will be required to watch this tape every day until we decide you have
progressed." And with that she took a running leap toward me and kicked me in
my groin as hard as a place kicker kicking a field goal. My body didn't even
flinch on the tape, so deeply unconscious I was. But in my bed, watching the
tape sent pains through my gut. I looked down and saw that my scrotum was
swollen to the size of a grapefruit. My penis had almost disappeared into it.
Oh God. I couldn't bear to move my legs. They were spread wide to make room
for my scrotum and balls. Had I lost my testicles?

"Mistress," I called. "Mistress." Kim came into the room. "Mistress, has a
doctor seen me? Am I going to be all right?" My words were faint and shallow.

Kim said, with a concerned look on her face, "Yes, a doctor has seen you. You
have some broken ribs that are healing nicely. Your nose was broken, but it
will heal only slightly crooked. Your eyes are still black but that will pass.
Some of your fingers were broken but they've been set and will heal well. You
have various cuts that required stitches. Both of your shoulders were
dislocated but they'll heal. You have bruises all over your body but the
doctor said she didn't think there was any internal damage to your kidneys or
other organs. You may lose a testicle. You may lose both of them. We're not
sure yet. If you're lucky, you'll heal and the swelling will go down and your
manhood will remain. We'll know in another few days."

Oh, God. How has this come to pass? "Mistress, I am so sorry." I may have
imagined it but I think I saw a tear well up in Kim's eye. She turned and left
the room quickly.

The next few weeks were painful but I recovered. I didn't lose my testicles
and the swelling did subside. Jessica was in frequently to visit and to read
to me. She was still quite the Sybil. One day she would be kind and gentle and
charming and the next she would be brusque and all business. She never spoke
of my beating and she was never present as I was made to watch the film of it.
Kim was my nurse for most matters. She fed me and cleaned up after me. I was
still chained up but I was given more slack. There came a time when I was able
to stand and walk but I had lost a lot of weight and I was weak. Kim wheeled a
treadmill into my room one day, positioning it at the foot of my bed.

"You need to walk every day. Try to get up to four or five miles a day. Then,
try running a bit. I know it sounds daunting but you must get your strength
back. It's vitally important." The way she said this scared me.

"Why do you say that, Mistress?"

"Look. The truth is that you are skinny and weak. Your bruises and your bones
have healed but a virile male is necessary for our purposes. Right now, you
are many things but virile is not one of them." With that she left me.

I pursued my recovery with vigor. I developed a voracious appetite. I gained
weight and put on muscle mass with the help of a weight bench and free weights
that were put into my room. I ran on my treadmill and most importantly, I was
obedient. I had had enough of physical pain and to be honest, losing control
over my body and almost losing my life were scarier to me than losing my
pride. I reminded myself every day that I still had the privacy of my
thoughts. I can be Cool Hand Luke if that's what it takes to survive and to
eventually regain my freedom.