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


"Apprentice. Approach me." Jessica did as she was told. "Apprentice, you have
trained your instrument well. In some rare cases, when an Apprentice has
performed well, she is given one last opportunity to utilize the services of
her instrument. You may take advantage of that opportunity now if you desire."

God, this might help me. Normally, I wouldn't want Jessica debasing me like I
know she enjoys doing. But this might be my opportunity to gain some time.
Please, let her be slow and thorough. Let her sadistic tendencies become
manifest in one last glorious, grandstanding show. I will gladly please her, I
will tongue her pussy until she screams, I will drink her juices, I will savor
her piss. I will lick her anus clean if she requests it. I will do whatever I
can to prolong her pleasure and my life.

And that's exactly what happened. Jessica is justly proud of her body and she
relished the opportunity to flaunt it in front of these matrons. She wanted
one glorious orgasm after another using every technique she knew to degrade
me. She ground herself into my face. She had me lick her beautiful anus. She
had me use her dildos and vibrators. I licked, kissed, sucked, and bit her
clitoris until I was sure she would bleed. She thought she was putting on a
show for the matrons and she was, though not like she thought. If it hadn't
been bad form to interrupt her she would have been stopped, so impatient were
the matrons growing to get on with the ritual.

Finally, dripping with sweat, with a triumphant look on her face, Jessica left
me on my back in the middle of the room, having reached five separate orgasms.
She was certain I would look like a beaten dog but my face was radiant, my
bruised lips and nose only slightly marring my expression of peace and
contentment.

"Junior Apprentice," said the authoritative one. "Approach me." Kim kneeled
before the matron. "You may look up, child." Kim had a tearful expression on
her face. She had been suffering greatly to see me treated so and to think
that I may soon be dead. "Since your mistress availed herself of her one last
opportunity to utilize her instrument, you too will be given the chance. You
may do so now if you wish."

Kim didn't say a word. She quickly moved out of my sight and appeared by my
side with a wide bowl of water and a sponge. She stood me up, tears streaming
down her face. She began to bathe me, washing my face and neck first. This
gesture of hers was unusual and it grabbed the attention of the other matrons,
whose chatter lessened as they began to watch. Kim soothed my body with the
cool refreshing water. Now I know who came to refresh me after her
Purification Ritual. Even though she was being honored and it was her time in
the limelight, she had chosen to tend to me and to be with me. Deep down, I
guess I had known it all along.

She kneeled beside me and washed my penis and my ass. She washed the oil and
sweat - mine and Jessica's - that was dripping down my chest, back and legs. I
didn't know whether she was just buying me time or if she truly thought this
would be her last opportunity to care for me. Maybe both.

When she was done, she laid me down on my back. She stood over me and let her
robe drop to the floor. Looking up at her voluptuous olive-skinned body I
wanted to savor every moment in case these were our last. She lowered herself
over me, her sweet, wet cunt just inches from my waiting, eager tongue. I
tasted her as if she were the first woman I had ever tasted in my life. She
was sweet nectar to me and I wanted her to feel the gentle calmness and
pleasure that she had given me all these long months.

She stayed upright on her knees, her torso vertical, cradling my head against
her vagina. My vision as I looked up at her was of the beautiful curved lines
of her abdomen, the undersides of her wonderful breasts. Her nipples were long
and hard. Between her breasts, I could see her face looking outwards, eyes
closed to blink out the tears that were streaming down her cheeks. A bright
light was just behind her head and it made a halo around her face. She was an
angel.

As I lay there trying to bring pleasure to her, I felt something in her
vagina. It felt like a dissolving pill of some sort. Oh, Kim, you wonderful,
brilliant, woman. It must be another erection stimulant. The last one I took
was hours ago. Maybe, just maybe, this one would help. The pill was half
dissolved but I would drink Kim's juices until she flowed over me. She
crouched lower and put her hands on the floor. She was becoming aroused. Oh
thank God. I want to give her at least one last orgasm in case my life is to
end tonight. She held on to it to give me time but having this woman, this
angel, enveloping me was like heaven.

And then I felt it. I too, was becoming aroused. I felt the stirrings of
desire. I felt my penis swelling. Maybe there's hope for me yet. If I can
carry these images with me into the final part of the ritual, if I can keep
Kim in my thoughts and heart at all times, perhaps we can succeed.

Kim held off as long as she could but she finally couldn't hold back her
orgasm. It was bittersweet for her and I think she felt a twinge of guilt for
having it but I wanted it for her and I believe I willed her to reach it. She
convulsed in erotic pleasure and held me in position for several minutes as
she came in wave after powerful wave, her juices flowing into my thirsty lips.