The Instrument - Chapter Nineteen - Final Hours of Freedom
By Big Brother Alan
A mini-novel about sexual slavery, humiliation, degradation, redemption and escape


We continued to plan through the remainder of the night. Since I was Kim's sex
slave until noon, I wasn't required to be on the bench or available to
Jessica. At about seven o'clock Jessica made a pretense of peeking in on us.
We expected that she'd be curious to see if I had rebelled and killed Kim in
her bed. When she tapped on the door and opened it, I had my face between
Kim's legs and she was reading a book. We jumped to this position as soon as
we heard Jessica's door open and her footsteps approach.

Jessica said, "Mistress, would you please order your slave to make us some
breakfast?"

"Good idea, Mistress. Slave, go to the kitchen. Put on your apron. I want
bacon and eggs, scrambled. Give your other mistress whatever she asks." As I
was rising to go, she added, "And coffee. I drink mine with cream but no
sugar."

I instantly obeyed and followed Jessica down the stairs. At the bottom she
stopped and faced me. "Hold," she said. She stood, looking me over with a cold
stare. She grabbed my balls, not suddenly but slowly like she wanted to fondle
me. But then she began to squeeze. Pain shot into my gut. I was wincing from
it. I didn't know how long I could keep on my feet. "I really expected you to
run. When we captured you I never figured you would break so thoroughly. Do
you remember when I warned you to keep your spirit?"

I nodded and managed to grit, "Yes, Mistress."

"Well, I'm not sure you've done that. You're pathetic." She released my balls
and said, "Before you make breakfast, lie down on the floor." As I began to
lie on one of the plush carpets she said, "No, over there, on the flagstones."
The kitchen floor was made of large irregular stones, uneven and cold. I did
as she commanded.

The floor was cold and uncomfortable. Jessica got down on her knees over my
face. She wanted me to lick her. She was on her knees but crouched over with
her hands on the floor. I reached up to fondle her breasts while I tongued her
but she said, "No, don't touch me. Put your hands at your side." She pinned my
arms to my side with her legs. But this wasn't about pleasure. This was about
degradation. Yes, she climaxed, she almost always does, especially when she's
domineering. But the point of this was to degrade. She put her weight on my
face and began to grind my head into the floor. She didn't care where my
tongue was. She was simply using my face and nose and chin as things to hump
herself against. After a time, she climaxed weakly on me and rose to go. "Fix
breakfast. I'll have the same as your other mistress."

The morning dragged on. I was ordered to shower, which I did in my own room.
For the first time ever I showered without my chains. My wrists and ankles
have calluses from them. They might almost be scars. It's hard to tell if the
marks will ever go away.

Jessica went out of her way to provoke me. She wanted me to run or to give her
a reason to fight. She was itching for it. Maybe since the end of this
assignment was nearing, she realized she might lose her ability to dominate so
thoroughly. Who knows what her next assignment will be? She really enjoys this
job. She was born to it.

Kim did her best to be near me through the morning. She thought she could
shield me from Jessica's cruelty a bit. Fat chance. Instead, Kim had to just
stand by and witness it up close.

As noon approached, Kim said, "Slave, you have thirty minutes left in your
dare. You have done well. I've only had to punish you a few times. I have two
more tasks for you. Are you still my slave and do you stand by your promise to
be my slave till noon today?"

Yes, Mistress. I do."

"Good. Then your first task is to pick up your clothes there by the door.
Bring them outside in front of the porch. Put them on the ground. Pour
gasoline on them and burn them. You'll find the gas on the porch. Here are the
matches."

This was new. We hadn't talked about this last night. Something must have come
up. Maybe Jessica cooked this up as another final temptation for me. I needed
to obey. First, there were still watchers outside, or so I believed. Secondly,
there's no way Kim would have changed plans so drastically without any kind of
warning. I needed to obey but I needed to give Jessica a sign of that spirit
in me that she said was gone. But I couldn't do anything drastic.

I took up the bundle of clothes. "The ski boots, too," said Kim. I opened the
door and stepped out onto the porch. I wonder if Kim was being literal when
she said I wouldn't make it twenty steps if I ran. I'd better do this close to
the house. I dumped my stuff on the ground. Then I brought the gasoline. I
hesitated a moment, picked up one of my ski boots and heaved it as far as I
could into the woods. Then I doused the remaining bundle with gas, lit the
match and watched my last possessions on earth burst into a ball of flame. I
waited until everything had melted down into a charred, plastic lump before
returning to the cabin.

When I returned Jessica had an evil look on her face. She saw me throw my ski
boot. "Get on your hands and knees, slave." Jessica squatted down next to me.
She whispered, "That was the boot you used to cover yourself, wasn't it?"

Holy shit! She thinks that I threw my boot in an act of anger over spurned
love. She thinks that because she seduced me that first day I had fallen in
love with her and that now I'm just angry that she hasn't returned my love. I
could play along. "I'm not sure, Mistress. I regret throwing it now. I don't
know what came over me."

"I'll bet you don't," she said sarcastically. She paused. "Lick your finger."
I did. "Now stick it up your ass." More silly degradation. I did as she
ordered. "Farther." I didn't enjoy this. It's not easy to cram your own finger
up your ass. "Now lick it," she commanded.

Kim interrupted. "Mistress, it's almost noon." Jessica paused. She stood and
stormed away.

"As my final command to you as my slave, I order you to lie down on your bed."

I arose and went to my room. I lay down on my bed. Kim followed and slowly,
almost reluctantly attached one of the cuffs to my wrist. Then she attached
the other just as the grandfather clock began chiming the noon hour. She
didn't say anything. She took my right hand and put my fingers in her mouth,
one by one. She sucked on them. It was so sensuous. Feeling the inside of her
mouth and her tongue with my fingers gave me an instant erection. She moved to
my other side and sucked on the fingers of my left hand. I had never known
this to be so erotic. She took my erection in her hand and stroked it softly,
lightly. "I want this so badly but you must save it. Your life depends on it."