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


I slept soundly for an hour or so. But since I had taken that nap earlier this
evening I awoke easily. Probably Kim's movements woke me as well, I'd become
so unused to sleeping with another person. As I lay there wondering what was
next for me, the thought occurred to me that Kim might not know anything about
my locker and what they found there. She's the junior partner in this house
but even if she weren't, the support network of this group of sadistic witches
is huge. There were other people responsible for keeping me here. Who owns
this cabin? Who pays the bills? The girls' only job seems to be my training.
Maybe I was just trying to find excuses for Kim. Maybe I didn't care if I was.
I preferred to believe that Kim had almost as few options as me.

My brain was hurting from all this deducing and plotting and scheming. The
moon had risen and was lighting up the room. A delicious thought entered my
head. Kim enjoys arousing me in my sleep. Let's see if she enjoys being
aroused in hers. The cabin was kept warm since all three of us spent so much
time nude. The covers on Kim's bed were thin and in her sleep she had already
pushed them down to her waist. I slowly moved away from her and then just as
slowly pulled the sheets down to her knees. She rolled to her back from the
disturbance. Perfect. I positioned myself at the foot of her bed and then
slowly and without touching her, worked my way up so that I could gently
breathe warm air on her pussy.

Her legs were together. One leg slightly bent at the knee. I gently exhaled on
the inside of her thigh. She stirred a bit. Again I breathed. Nothing. Once
more. She parted her legs slightly - not much but perhaps enough that I could
taste her without having to disturb her very much. I touched my tongue to her
labia but didn't move. I stayed in this position for thirty seconds or more.
In her sleep she must have felt the tickle of my breath on her pussy. She
parted her legs a tad more. I lowered my tongue to where her labia were more
open. I inserted my tongue into her wetness. She made a slight sound with her
breath but I don't think she awoke. I licked some more, but very gently. She
became wetter. She was becoming aroused. She opened her legs a bit more and I
was able to position my body between them. I began to lick more steadily -
still gently but with a steady rhythm. I loved the taste of her. She raised
both knees slightly. This rotated her pelvis and gave me a better vantage. My
tongue was fully inside her now and I began to work her clitoris. She moaned
and I felt her raise her knees further. Her libido was almost fully awake even
if she wasn't. I had become hard long ago and I wanted to be inside her. But I
would wait. She was waking. I felt her hands reach down and touch my head. Her
breathing was becoming stronger. She jerked. She was awake. She gasped and
pulled away from me, sitting up against the headboard.

Oh shit. Was this a mistake? "Who?" She said this quickly and her voice
sounded afraid.

"It's okay, Kim. It's just me."

She was breathing heavily. I really did startle her. Oh, God. What an idiot I
am. What the hell made me think I could do such a thing? "Kim, I'm sorry. I
thought... I thought you might enjoy... Kim, I'm sorry."

She just sat there taking deep breaths. After a few moments I said, "Please
say something."

Her voice was quaking when she said, "Oh Murphy, I'm so, so sorry." She was
crying. I didn't understand. I didn't understand at all.

I quickly took her into my arms. "What's wrong? Why are you crying? Why are
you sorry?"

She just sat there shaking with her sobs. "Oh, Murphy. How awful it must be
for you. How miserable your life must be these last six months. As I awoke I
had just a glimmer, just a tiny hint of what you have been living continuously
since we found you. I'm so, so sorry." She cried uncontrollably for at least
twenty minutes as I held her.

This sealed the deal for me. No amount of acting skill on her part would allow
her to be faking this. My earlier guesses were correct. She's only a reluctant
player in this bizarre group.

"We have to leave. We have to go far away from here. You have to come with
me." I had laid it all out plain as day. If this whole dare is some kind of
test of my obedience or pliancy, I would find out right now.

"We can't. You can't. Not tonight. You wouldn't make it twenty steps off the
porch. You'd be killed."

I had suspected as much. They must have chosen this night on purpose - with
the full moon they could watch the cabin from all directions.

"Kim, is your room bugged? Is anyone listening to us right now?"

"No. No. The only surveillance equipment in the house is what we use to watch
you. Jessica and I operate it. There's nothing in the upstairs part of the
house."

"Are you sure? Is there any chance that while you're watching me, they're
watching you? We have to know this because if they are listening we're dead
and I'd just as soon take my chances with whatever's outside."

"No, Murphy. Tonight was not only a test for you, it was a test for me and
Jessica as well. They don't care if you kill us in our sleep. Our ability to
control you is proven by our ability to stay alive despite giving you ample
opportunities to kill us. You could have used the sword on the beam in the
great room or the axe or any one of the knives in the kitchen. The only
safeguards put in place were the watchers outside. Why do you think Jessica
was so much on edge today? I knew better but she half expected you to try to
kill us."

What to do, what to do. "Kim, what will happen tomorrow? What will happen over
the next few weeks?"

"Tomorrow is the day you have been training for. Tomorrow is the day Jessica
and I have been training for. The Instrument Ritual is set for tomorrow
evening. It's a very dangerous ritual and yet I don't see how you can escape
before then. Many from the group will be here. Many are already in town. A lot
of attention will be focused on this cabin, on the whole area."

"How about after the ritual? What will happen after that?" I was looking for
any possible way out of this mess - for both of us. I'm not leaving Kim to
suffer the consequences of my escape.

"I don't know what happens next. If the ritual goes well, Jessica and I will
be promoted. We will receive other assignments. We'll be sent away. I have no
idea what's in store for you. You'll probably be sent away too. There are men
who have gone through the same thing you're going through. They serve other
purposes, they have other tasks, other roles. But I've also heard of some who
were discarded."

"Then tomorrow night after the ritual, we'll make our escape. They will be
celebrating, drinking. Everyone's guard will be down. People will be making
their way home. We should be able to get some distance from here before we're
discovered. What do we do about Jessica? Should we wait for her to fall
asleep? Will she try to stop us?"

"Jessica is a problem. She won't stand by as we run off. She doesn't drink
much, so she won't be sleeping heavily. In fact, she's a light sleeper. Also,
her martial arts are good. She's much better than I am. I won't be able to
handle her."

"I can't believe I'm saying this but I don't want to hurt her. Isn't there
some way for us to subdue her, tie her up? There are so many handcuffs and
shackles in this house, surely we can chain her up long enough for us to get
away."

"I don't know. You may not want to hurt her but she'd kill you in a heartbeat
if she thought you were trying to escape. Perhaps the two of us together can
handle her but it's risky. I can't stress enough how good she is with her
hands and feet. She is a knife and sword expert. She can handle chains, ropes
and the staff. It still makes me cry when I think how badly she hurt you." At
this point Kim paused. She began shaking from her sobs. She was carrying a
heavy burden. "God, I'm to blame for so much of what happened. It was my fault
your shoulders were dislocated. I didn't work the controls properly on your
chains. I meant to just stretch your arms out. It went so wrong. Oh, I'm so
sorry. I'm so sorry."

Kim had been blaming herself all this time for the beating Jessica inflicted
on me. Jessica saw how useless my arms were after they had been wrenched out
of their sockets. The sadistic bitch unchained me to give herself an excuse to
use me as a punching bag. Her report to her superiors was probably something
to the effect that I had managed to get loose and that she had to use a great
deal of force to prevent my escape. I always had that beating as a reason to
hate Jessica but now I can add to it the guilt that Kim was saddled with
because of it. And to make it worse, Jessica probably came out of it smelling
like a rose - all congratulations and pats on the back.

"Kim, I don't blame you. I know this doesn't help much but you aren't
responsible for Jessica's cruelty. We have to get past her if we hope to
escape. We have to think of a way. We can regret our mistakes later but right
now, before Jessica wakes, we have to think our plan through."

"Yes. I know. You're right. You're right... You will still be at liberty
tomorrow. But before noon, I have to order you back into your chains. I don't
know what Jessica has planned for you but I do know that the ritual will begin
around six in the afternoon and it could last for many hours, well into the
night. You will have to know all the hand signals because many of them will be
used. You have to show instant obedience through the entire ritual. Your
demeanor, even the expression on your face must be pleasing to all in
attendance. Your life is in great danger. It is the Instrument Ritual. You are
the Instrument. In it you must guide a young woman who has taken her vows. You
must guide her into womanhood. You must give her three orgasms. The first and
the last will be oral. But in the second, you must take her virginity by
coupling with her. And you both must reach your orgasms together. If anything
goes poorly, daggers will be plunged into your body. The girl has no
experience. She will be afraid. She has been taught but she will still be
afraid. You must guide her."

Kim paused here. She contemplated her next words. "I'm so afraid. It's like a
wedding where the preacher asks if anyone in attendance knows of any reason
why the wedding should not take place. In the Instrument Ritual, you have to
please all in attendance. If any woman decides at any time that you are not
worthy or that you have not shown proper respect she can call it off. She
calls it off by plunging her dagger into you.

"And this ritual is different from the rest. You will be free to move about.
And during the first portion, there will be talking and socializing. You must
keep your eyes and your ears open. A mistress may simply ask you to pleasure
her or she may give you hand signals. And she can ask whatever she wants of
you, including intercourse. But you mustn't release. You must save it for the
vessel, the young woman. If you cum while pleasing a matron, you may not be
able to couple when it's vitally important.

"Oh God, it's so, so dangerous. I'm afraid. I'm so frightened. If a matron
takes a dislike to you she may just kill you outright. Or, if she finds it
distasteful to sink her dagger into your back while you are pleasuring her,
she may try to induce you to climax, reducing your chances of making it
through the entire ritual. Some of these women are heartless. Not many
thankfully, but a few. I don't even know how many will be here. We're to
prepare for at least twenty matrons but I think about a dozen will show. How
many spectators will be here, I do not know."

I was having a hard time taking it all in. This ritual is so very different
from the rest. In every other ritual, hell, in practically every sexual
encounter I've been used for, I've been trussed up. I've had genitalia thrust
in my face, and no matter how tired I was, no matter how distasteful I found
it, all I had to do was keep my tongue active.

This will require much more. I had thought my life as a small-time gigolo was
over but now I'm going to have to draw on every experience I ever had.