The Instrument - Chapter Fourteen - Jessica's Ass
By Big Brother Alan
A mini-novel about sexual slavery, humiliation, degradation, redemption and escape


I was left to recuperate a few days after my ordeal. My mind was active during
the entire punishment - it was my way of keeping my sanity - but my brain must
have shut down my awareness of the bonds holding me so tightly or of the
soreness of my lips, mouth, and tongue. But the next day it all came streaming
back. I felt like I had been beaten with a baseball bat. My facial muscles
ached. My tongue didn't work quite right and I had a hard time talking and
eating. My arms and legs, especially in the joints, were stiff and sore. My
lower back was very tender. This was probably from the odd position they had
trussed me into, with the soles of my feet touching each other but with my
knees held wide apart and yet strapped down to the bench. My hips and pelvis
were killing me and no position seemed to be comfortable. But the soreness
eventually went away and things did return to normal, if "normal" could be
used to describe my everyday situation.

I had learned long ago not to ask too many questions. Neither Kim nor Jessica
ever mentioned the punishment or the deed that brought it on me. Strangely, it
seemed to have more impact that way. There are many kinds of punishments and I
have experienced several of what I believe to be the worst. I've been beaten
to within an inch of my life and I've had my testicles knocked around, kicked,
punched, squeezed, and crushed. I've been bound until my circulation was cut
off. I've been subjected to any number of insulting, degrading, and
humiliating acts. I've been forced to perform tasks both repugnant and odious.
Perhaps worst of all, I've been deprived of my privacy, my freedom, and my
individuality. Leaving me to wonder about my crime and the punishment I
received for it leaves a very strong impression about any future behavior of
mine. I could ask - I'd get no answer, mind you - but I could ask why my crime
was so bad or perhaps what other punishments were contemplated, but any
possible answer might leave me with wiggle room to contemplate future
misbehaviors. So they leave me to ponder it all in silence. They are looking
for conditioned responses in me and they think that by being ambiguous about
my crime and punishment I'll be all the more certain not to rebel in the
future. Cool Hand Luke. That's all I'll say. Cool Hand Luke.

Today, I will be forced into my ass-licking session with Jessica. I just know
it. All day long she's been avoiding me as if she's saving up her orgasmic
energies. I've been made available to her but she has ignored me and kept her
clothes on. Sure enough, at about six o'clock in the afternoon, she loosened
my arm chains to give me slack to work her vibrator. She raised my headrest so
that my head faced my feet instead of the ceiling. She put two vibrators in my
hands. One was a long dildo with knobby bumps all over it. Obviously she wants
that crammed into her pussy. The other was a small rounded device that
strapped onto my hand. I could either strap it to my palm or to the back of my
fingers, allowing me to rub her clitoris while the device vibrated my fingers.

She commanded me to take a pill. I think it was an erection stimulant. I'd
know soon enough. I just hoped she would then takes the opportunity to go
upstairs and take a long hot bath and shower. Please don't stick a dirty ass
in my face. As if reading my mind, Jessica said, "Male, I'm going upstairs to
change. Be mentally ready for me when I return."

She left and when she returned I was horrified to see her in her workout gear.
Without a word she started stretching. Deep knee bends, arms outstretched
above her. She finished stretching and jumped onto her treadmill. She had
positioned me so that I could see her - so that she was all I could see. She
ran. She sweated. She drank water. She ran some more. She became drenched with
her own sweat. I had no idea when her last shower was. "Oh please, God, tell
me she took at least a quick shower before coming down here," I prayed to
myself.

Finally, after an extra long workout, she stopped, stripped off her clothes
and dropped them to the floor. She was magnificent in her hot dripping nudity
but I sorely did not want her ass in my face or my tongue in her ass.

She climbed up onto the bench. For first time ever she faced backwards. She
inched her ass closer and closer to my face. Her wet legs were spread wide to
lower her ass to my level, her butt cheeks were only inches from my face.
"Male, use the vibrators to pleasure me." I was no expert at using a vibrator
much less two of them. But I turned them on. With the small device on the
backs of my fingers I began to softly rub her mound. Her hair was wet from her
workout. I gently worked the tips of my fingers in narrowing circles until I
had parted her outer labia. She began to purr. Her pelvis gyrated a bit.

This lasted a minute or two, Jessica seemingly enjoying it. "Use the long one
too," she said. I touched the tip of the long dildo to her pussy just in front
of my palm. I began to insert it into her, but slowly, working it in circles
around her opening. "Deeper, male. Fuck me with it."

I didn't waste time. If she wanted to be fucked with it, if she wanted it
inside her I'd oblige. I slid the dildo into her fast. I expected her to jump
but she took it like the hungry bitch-in-heat she was. "In and out, male. I
said fuck me with it." I began to stroke her in and out, in and out. I pushed
it hard. I wondered if she felt it hitting her cervix, pushing against her
uterine wall. I rammed her as if it were my own dick. I wanted to rape her, to
degrade her, to humiliate her. I wanted to hear her scream, "No, please,
don't. Don't hurt me."

But it was not to be. She enjoyed it to the fullest. And to turn my imagined
rape of her full circle she said, "Now lick my ass, male. Stick your tongue in
my ass and clean me out."

I hesitated only for the slightest moment but it was not enough to earn a
rebuke. Her left hand was holding my penis up away from my scrotum, which she
held clenched tightly in her right. I knew how eager she was to inflict pain
on me. So I licked her ass. I touched my tongue to her anus. I inserted my
tongue into her anus and tasted her slick, wet, sweaty, asshole. She moved
backwards pushing my head against the raised headrest. But I kept my tongue in
place. I rammed her up and down with the dildo, harder, harder. I rubbed her
clit with my fingers. I hoped her clit would turn raw and red from the abuse.

She tasted dirty. Not like shit, just sweaty, skanky, musky, body-odor dirty.
I was actually quite used to the taste. Maybe her workout was a blessing in
disguise. Perhaps her sweat had cleaned her out a bit. Well, let me hold onto
my illusions. It's all I have.

She wouldn't cum. I worked her and licked her and vibrated her, but she
wouldn't cum. How long would this last? She moaned, she squirmed, she seemed
to be enjoying it but she was purposely holding back to prolong my filthy
task. She was still punishing me. For what?

"Male, you're neglecting my ass. Get back to work."

I reinserted my tongue. I wasn't used to all these gadgets, all these
simultaneous tasks. My left hand, my right hand, my tongue. Life was so much
easier when I just had my cock to pleasure women with. Of course, my charm was
a big part of that too. And yet, now, here, in this sexual slavery hell, my
charm was nothing. It was a tiny underutilized skill. In fact, my charm had
been forbidden. Banished like so many other things like my individuality, my
dignity. I was holding plastic toys in and around a woman's pussy, with my
tongue up her ass, and she might as well have been reading a magazine. More
surrealism.

This went on for an eternity - five more minutes. Finally, I removed my tongue
from her anus and said, "Mistress, may I make a suggestion?"

In an almost annoyed voice, Jessica said, "Speak, male."

"Mistress, if you'll allow me to pleasure you to an orgasm with my tongue
first, a second, longer, and more powerful orgasm can perhaps be had with my
fingers while I taste you from behind."

"Whatever," she said. She got down, repositioned my headrest, went to the
kitchen for a glass of wine, and returned. She got into position above my face
and I began to tongue her. Her pussy tasted delicious by comparison. I used my
fingers on her anus just like in my last encounter with her except this time
the small vibrator was attached. Her body responded. She began to get into it
more and more. She arched her back as my finger slid into and out of her ass.
She poured some of her red wine between her breasts and it trickled down her
abdomen picking up her salty, sweatiness, down into her pubic hair and further
into my mouth. It was delicious. Mixed with her musk it tasted a bit like port
wine, thick and sweet.

I was getting aroused. Ten minutes ago I wanted to kill her. I wanted to rape
her and abuse her. Then I wanted her to suck on my cock. She was so sweet
tasting. Her body was so fine. Her almost feline muscles and her satin skin
drove me delirious. If only Kim could have been here too.

Like a wish fulfilled I felt a warmth on my penis. It couldn't be Jessica. Her
arms were up over her head. She may not have even realized Kim was there. My
erect penis was engulfed by a warmth and a wetness that could only come from a
mouth. Kim - I hoped it was Kim, and not some cruel surprise - worked my
erection with her tongue and with the dildo. All the while as I was pleasuring
Jessica, Kim was sucking on my cock. She stopped for a moment and raised my
left leg, bending it at the knee. I took Jessica's clit into my teeth. Kim
raised my right leg, bending it at the knee. I sucked hard on Jessica's clit.
I felt Kim pulling up on my buttocks. She wanted me to raise my ass off the
bench . I did it. I slid my finger as far as I could into Jessica's ass with
the vibrator pulsing my entire hand. Kim slid a thick pillow under my lower
back. She spread my knees apart. Jessica was pulsating her hips and her juices
were so full they spilled across my face and down my neck. I felt Kim's hair
brushing my inner thighs and I felt it fall around my groin. Jessica moaned
out loud as she started to hump my face. Kim's lips took in my cock and she
pulled hard on it. I felt the throbbing start of a powerful orgasm. Jessica
took my head in her hands and used my face and nose to grind her clitoris. Kim
took the vibrating dildo and inserted in into my ass, causing an almost
instantaneous ejaculation. Jessica burst the fullness of her orgasm onto my
face as she squeezed my head between her legs. Kim hungrily devoured my cum as
she moaned. Her nipples and clitoris tingled from the eroticism of it and she
reached a series of small orgasms that were unrelated to physical stimulation
and wholly created by the mind.

We all three stay motionless for a time. Jessica continued to moan - quite out
of character for her. This must have been the Lotus Blossom. She was usually
out of sight by then but here she sat cradling my face in her hands and
between her legs. Kim was savoring her own private party. She has always been
able to reach mini orgasms by looking at something in a certain way or by
thinking about something that she found erotic. Right then she was enjoying
her glow with my softening penis in her mouth and with her eyes closed.
Jessica didn't require me to lick her ass anymore that night. I guess she
didn't want to spoil the powerful orgasm she'd just had. Or perhaps the Lotus
Blossom simply wouldn't allow it.