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


I was kept in my room all afternoon. Surprisingly, Jessica didn't bother me.
She must have been busy. Both girls were probably busy getting everything
ready. Other people had arrived and I could hear the sounds of furniture being
moved. Kim brought me some food at about four o'clock. "Here, take these,
too." She handed me some pills. "Take one now and then another when we come to
get you. They are powerful. They will help." I didn't ask but I assumed they
were some kind of erection stimulant.

When it was nearing the time, Kim came in and unlocked me. I took another
quick but thorough shower and I shaved my face as closely as I could. Kim
thought it would be to my benefit to have as smooth a face as possible. Kim
shaved my body but left my pubic hair, which she only trimmed. She oiled my
skin with aromatic liquids. I had wondered whether the instrument needed any
special clothing or paint or tattoos or anything but Kim said that, no, the
instrument needed to be as much as possible like the Great Mother had made
him. If I had any tattoos or body-piercings or any overly large scars I would
never have been selected.

She led me out. I swallowed the second pill she had given me. I was to follow
behind her and kneel when she kneeled. We moved to the center of the great
room, which had been rearranged. Comfortable chairs lined all the walls. The
center of the room was empty. I was surprised to see all the matron's faces.
Of course. If I am killed tonight, it won't matter that I've seen them. If I
live, it will be assumed that I've completely adapted to and accepted my
station in life.

Kim kneeled in the center of the room. Jessica kneeled beside her. I kneeled
behind them both. I heard the voice of the authoritative one but my head was
bowed and I could not see her. I would know her voice anywhere. "Apprentice,
to this point you have managed your instrument well. I commend you. You have
also taught and guided your Junior Apprentice with skill. For this too, I
commend you. Tonight marks the boundary between an ending and a beginning.
This is true for the Vessel, who has taken her vows and will enter her path to
a life at the Temple. If all goes well, her old life ends tonight and her new
life begins. For you Apprentice, tonight may spell the end of your long
training and the beginning of your Matron's quest. Junior Apprentice, a
successful completion will bring forth a new stage in your training, one that
may lead you to follow your Mistress or possibly one of the other paths that
will open for you. Mistresses, you may rise."

Kim and Jessica rose and moved out of the circle. I was left alone, kneeling,
head bowed in the center on this group of matrons. "Instrument, your training
has been long and arduous. You required more time than most." I assumed she
was referring to the time required for my recovery. Perhaps most instruments
either break or die and don't receive the beating I took. "Quite frankly, many
among us had doubts about you. You were willful and stubborn. You had so much
to learn. And yet, you've persevered. I commend you for your progress. You may
look up now."

I raised my head and my eyes fell on a woman with a familiar face - a woman of
about fifty-five years of age, tanned, with short dark hair, a very waspish
face. She runs the resort. She may even own the resort. I always avoided her
since I didn't want to attract attention to myself so I had never heard her
speak before my inspection in this room.

"Let the Ritual begin," she said. People started talking and chatting. A few
rose to cross the room to talk with another matron. The authoritative one gave
me the hand signal to approach her. I did. She leaned back in her armchair,
spread open her robe revealing her thin body. She opened her legs, spread her
labia with her left hand and inserted something into her vagina. She leaned
her head back and closed her eyes and she gave me the signal to pleasure her
orally. I instantly obeyed. Whatever she had put into her vagina caused her
juices to flow. Her wetness foamed a bit like baking soda might do when put in
water. It caused a strange sensation in my mouth but it wasn't unpleasant. In
fact, I felt myself becoming aroused. Whether my arousal was caused by the
pills that Kim had given me or by the substance in the matron's vagina, I do
not know. But I must have passed my first test of the night. The matron moaned
softly and squirmed pleasurably. She even ran her fingers through my hair as I
found and worked her clitoris. After she reached her orgasm, after she savored
it for a bit with my face still tightly clenched between her legs, she gave me
the touch signal to move away.

I stood and caught a glimpse of Kim covertly giving me the signal to kneel. I
kneeled but then a matron to my left said, "Instrument. Approach me." This
matron was slightly younger, perhaps forty-eight. She had blonde hair,
probably colored. She looked well put-together. She too, demanded oral sex and
I gave it to her. She took longer than the first matron but she was not
unpleasant. She did not use any kind of stimulant but her juices were abundant
and she tasted good. She had me roll her nipples between my fingers as I
tongued her. As she was climaxing she signaled me to squeeze her nipples hard
and to pull them. I felt her breasts lift up from her body, so hard did she
want me to tug on them. I was afraid I might hurt her but this actually
induced her orgasm and she came in my mouth in wet waves. She moaned softly
and soon sent me back to the center of the room. Her reactions aroused me and
I kneeled before the matrons with a throbbing erection.

All the time I was pleasuring the various matrons, those not involved were
chatting and socializing pleasantly. This wasn't a show. I didn't feel like
the others were watching me as I went about my chores. Each matron would
evaluate me on her own, not based on what she saw me doing with the matron
beside her. This was good I guess but I can tell you the hairs on the back of
my neck were tingling on many occasions, as I imagined a knife poised inches
above my back.

One scare came when I was beckoned by the youngest of the matrons, a woman of
about thirty. She spoke to me rather than using the hand signals. She said, "I
was the one who drew your blood. Do you remember?"

I replied, "Yes, Matron, I do," and tried to put a pleasant look of
recognition on my face. "The nurse", I thought.

Her smile disappeared and she said, "Just call me 'Mistress,' not 'Matron.'" I
wondered just how bad an infraction this was but she just paused a bit and
said "Lie on your back."

I did and to my horror she slipped out of her robe and straddled me. She
stroked my still very aroused penis and slid herself onto me. She was tight
and her vagina seemed to grip me with the strength of a hand. She gyrated and
wiggled back and forth. I felt an orgasm coming on. No, I couldn't let it
happen. I had to squelch it. I had to fight it back. I was so close to going
over the top but then I was able to force it back.

I was succeeding and began to feel in control again when she leaned closer to
me and asked me to hold her ribcage and help her pump herself on my stiff
cock. She had her hands on my chest and she was rocking back and forth but she
wanted me to lift her as well so that she could feel the full impact of our
strokes. The exertions I was putting into lifting her made it harder to keep
my own orgasm at bay. I surely could not stand this for long.

She almost pulled off me each time but she would plunge back in with force. I
couldn't stand this much longer. My cock was ready to burst forth and I
thought I was doomed. But then she slowed. She took a few more hard but less
frequent thrusts, and then she just squeezed me as she came in a long, drawn
out orgasm that seemed to last several minutes. She even squealed a bit but I
don't think anyone heard her. I had made it. But I couldn't relax. I knew how
easy an orgasm could come back to the surface. Something as simple as her
dismounting me could spring it back. And if, out of some kind of sadistic
cruelty, she detected that I still had an eager cock she might just decide to
take me in her mouth and finish me off.

I dodged that bullet. But I don't know if I can do that again. I was called
into action many more times. Some matrons wanted me twice. Fortunately, no one
showed such a wanton recklessness as the nurse. I had become flaccid. Too
flaccid perhaps. An older matron called me over. She had a twinkle in her eye.
"You don't seem to be enjoying yourself much." Was she expecting me to reply?
I was unsure. So I just smiled at her. "Come closer. Stand." She leaned closer
to me and took my flaccid penis into her nearly toothless mouth. I was
horrified. Did she want me to become hard? Was I about to be fallen upon by a
dozen daggers?

But she just swirled me around in her mouth once or twice and released me.
"Oh, I do love that. It makes my wine taste so much better." At that she took
a sip of her wine. She reached up and dipped my penis into her wine glass and
then sent me away. God, how strange this world was.

Then disaster struck. The only matron who hadn't used me yet, called me over.
Upon hearing her voice my heart sank. It was the expert matron, the one who
milked me on my initial inspection, the one who then fucked me in the ass with
the dildo. She was about forty. She had the air about her of a school
principle. At first she demanded oral sex. I felt momentarily relieved. I
never would have thought it, but here I was pleased, grateful even, to be
giving oral pleasure to the sadistic bitch. She became aroused but she held
back. I thought she was prolonging it on purpose but she finally gave me the
touch signal to stop. I did and pulled back a bit, thinking I had dodged
another bullet.

But she wasn't through with me yet. She ordered me to bend over. Oh, God, no.
I was reliving our first encounter here in this room. She had manipulated me
so easily it shocked me. My only hope was that knowledge of what she was going
to do might help me stave it off. She pulled a small vial of oil from some
fold in her robe. She lubricated my ass with it and, just like last time, she
inserted her finger in my ass. As she did this she began to stroke my penis.
God, she was good. I hated the bitch but her fingers were magic. My cock
zipped to attention as she stroked it with one hand and worked my anus with
the other. As she tried to milk me I was able to focus on her rape. The
unpleasantness of it allowed me to keep my orgasm down. I had a powerful
erection but so far there was no stirring in my loins.

She removed her finger and replaced it with her thumb. With her thumb up my
ass she was able to fondle my balls with her other fingers. Normally this
might have been erotic to me but I was becoming determined. If Kim had done
this, my cum would have hit the wall. But here, now, with this hateful bitch
trying to milk me, trying to kill me, I was able to keep it in.

She was becoming a little miffed. She decided to try a different tack. I later
learned this was considered unusual for an Instrument Ritual, but she decided
to fuck me in the ass again. She produced another double-ended dildo. She had
me spread me legs wide apart and bend over with my palms on the floor. She
rammed the dildo up my ass as she mounted the other side. I could feel her
legs against mine. She had her hands on my hips. She was pumping back and
forth, back and forth. If she thought this would make me cum, she was
mistaken. She became aroused. Her breathing became labored. I could feel her
hot breath on my back. She reached around and took my penis again. I was still
fairly hard and she stroked me to get me harder. I was still able to maintain
control.

As she seemed ready to reach her own orgasm she stopped. She withdrew from the
dildo and the dildo from my ass. I felt a touch signal I didn't recognize. Oh
God. What was she demanding? I looked around the room in confusion and my eyes
rested on Kim. No one else was paying attention to me. Kim covertly pointed at
my penis and then to her own ass. She put her index finger into the okay sign
she was making with her other hand. Oh, my God. This bitch wanted me to fuck
her up the ass.

I couldn't hesitate or else I was dead. I positioned myself behind her. She
had dropped to the floor on her hands and knees, ass high, cheeks spread. I
had never in my life stuck my cock into an anus. I didn't know if it would be
easy or difficult. The principal held out her vial of oil. I poured some on
myself on then on her bony ass. I had to stroke myself a few times to stiffen
up. I put the tip of my penis to her ass. I wiggled and pushed. I entered her.

Looking down I was repulsed. Seeing her anus stretched over my cock disgusted
me. But I should have continued to be disgusted because as I took my eyes away
my mind focused instead on how tightly my penis was being gripped. She said,
"Fuck me harder." I had to obey.

As I pumped in and out she fingered herself. She was becoming seriously
aroused this time and I thought, "Good, bitch. Get it over with. I've beaten
you. I've won." But as she reached her climax she reached up with her other
hand and fondled my balls. This new stimulus caught me off guard. She held me
in closer to her. She signaled me to enter her completely and then to pause.
And that's when disaster struck. Her orgasm caused her sphincter muscles to
contract powerfully, essentially milking my cock more effectively than
anything else. With her fingers she pressed tightly between my scrotum and my
anus. I couldn't stop it. I came in her ass in great, heaving bursts. I wasn't
moving. I was trying to stop it but her contractions pumped me until my orgasm
had run its course. I was dead. I was crestfallen. This hateful bitch had
pulled out every trick she knew until she finally succeeded.

What was I going to do? Soon, I would be required to perform my function. I
would be required to couple with a virgin. Not only did I have to somehow
manage another erection but I would have to cum on cue. But would they know if
I didn't? The girl was a virgin. She wouldn't be able to tell. Or would she?
And how about the rest of these witches? Could they tell? My only hope rested
in the chance that I would have some time before I was needed. Knowing how the
expert, the school principal, wished me dead, she would probably try to hurry
this along. That must be why she waited until all the other matrons had used
me. Despair hung over me and I could only hope it didn't show on my face.

I was directed back to the center of the room where I waited. The
authoritative one just sat in her chair staring at me as she spoke in low
tones to the matron crouching beside her. After a few moments, she cleared her
throat as if to speak. Oh, God, so soon?