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


When Kim was finished with me, she left me in the center of the room. Some
minutes passed and the room became quiet. The matrons all stood and other
attendants came to push the chairs back as far against the walls as they would
go. I was signaled to stand and I did. From this point on, no more words were
spoken. A low platform, long and wide and cushioned, was brought in and placed
before me. I remained standing.

Moments later, a young woman, still a teenager, was led in. She looked to be
about nineteen or twenty but truth be told she could have been a few years
younger or a few years older. Her face was made up with exaggerated makeup,
especially around the eyes. She was wearing a slightly different robe but
still one that opened down the front. She was trying bravely to look calm and
dignified but I think she was frightened.

She sat on the edge of the platform still with her robe on. Then, after
receiving a nod from the authoritative one, the young woman - the vessel -
gave me the hand signal to begin. It's a very vague signal because it usually
follows a more specific signal like, "pleasure me orally" or "masturbate." I
didn't quite know what to do.

Then it dawned on me. She was frightened. She was totally inexperienced. She
didn't really know what she wanted me to do. She wanted me to take the lead,
to guide her through this ritual, and to ease her fears and apprehensions.

I moved beside her and picked her up in my arms. I repositioned her face down
on the platform so that she could lay fully stretched out. I left her robe on
her. Sitting beside her, I began to rub her back and her shoulders, but very
gently, since she was wearing her robe. I didn't want to remove it in case she
felt self-conscious. I tried my best to relax her, to pamper her.

I helped her turn over and I moved to her feet, draping her legs over my lap.
I took her left foot in my hands and began to massage her. I rubbed her foot,
warming it up with the friction from my hands. Cold hands and feet are a sign
of nervousness so I wanted to help her calm down. I kneaded her feet with my
fingers and she seemed to respond well to it. I moved my massage higher up to
her calves, bending her leg at the knee a bit and letting her robe fall open
slightly.

After massaging both feet and both calves, I raised her right leg and placed
it straight out on my shoulder. I used both hands to rub her thighs in what I
thought to be a sensuous, erotic way. I switched to her other leg and massaged
it as well. As I was working her left leg, I let my hair brush the inside of
her thigh. I kissed sweetly just inside her knees. I slowly kissed higher up
her thigh. Her robe had come open to expose her from the waist down.

I removed her leg from my shoulder and bent both her legs at her knees I
lowered my head and let my hair brush against her pussy. I spread her legs
gently and lightly breathed on her pubic hair. She was trembling, whether from
anticipation or from fear or from nervousness, I do not know.

I touched my tongue to the inside of her thigh, right beside her labia. She
quivered but I realized that she was ticklish. I breathed in her scent and she
spread her legs further. I felt her hand grasp my hair as my tongue entered
her vagina.

I was gentle, careful not to just thrust my tongue in and barge around. The
truth was that I had never been with a virgin before. I didn't know what to
expect. How deep was her hymen and how easy was it to penetrate?

I worked slowly and gently until I sensed she was growing aroused. Then I
quickened my pace. She tasted lovely, she was so sweet and innocent. As she
became more aroused I felt her touch signal on the back of my head - the
signal to go deeper. Her opening seemed so small. That must be her membrane.
Her clitoris awoke and I began to massage it with my tongue. I sucked on it
lightly and she jumped in pleasure, emitting a slight gasp. She came quickly
after that and my face was wet from her orgasm.

She held me for a moment as her breathing returned to normal. Now the most
critical part of the entire evening was upon me. I didn't know whether there
would be a pause or if we would go straight to our coupling. But my question
was answered quickly, for she pulled open the rest of her robe and pulled me
toward her. Her body was lithe and her breasts small but perky. As I raised up
on my knees to reposition myself my penis dangled straight and limp. Oh, God,
I was doomed.

But she saw me and she probably saw the look on my face. She had been through
some training of her own because she took my penis in her hands and gently
caressed me. This young woman wanted her ritual to go well and she realized
that she had more than just a passive role to play. My penis responded to her
touch and I felt myself becoming hard. I imagined my angel hovering over me,
halo around her head, and my penis became harder. The Vessel pulled at me in
long, slow strokes. I looked down and imagined Kim lying before me, hungry for
my cock. I was erect. I was as erect as I had been all night. Oh, God, thank
you.

The Vessel guided me inside her. I let her determine what pace she wanted to
follow. She was rubbing the head of my penis against her still-wet lips. She
arched her hips to reach out for me and I lowered myself slightly into her.
She gasped a bit. Then she gritted her teeth as she pulled me down into her. I
felt her membrane give as she bit down from the sharpness of it. We paused
there a second and then she nodded and began to rotate and grind her hips a
bit. I helped her and pumped her in slow gentle strokes. She bore it well even
though she must have been stinging and bleeding a bit. But gradually, the
pleasure overcame the discomfort and she started to lose herself in it. I
increased my motions and felt the stirrings deep inside. I may get though this
after all.

She was responsive and before long she was completely lost to her
surroundings. No longer were we on a platform in front of fifteen matrons and
a host of spectators. In her world, we were alone on some island paradise with
a gentle wind and the sound of waves. She opened her eyes and caught mine. Her
breathing became rapid and rough as she felt it swarm over her. She gave me
the signal, hand spread over her face, middle finger tracing a line from her
forehead to her nose. Her hand was shaking as she did this. She wanted me to
hurry. I could see it in her eyes.

My angel appeared in my mind. Instantly, I felt my orgasm come over me. I
opened my eyes to let the vessel know that we were in sync. We both exploded
in a frenzy of coupled energy.

It wasn't my most pleasant orgasm ever, that was for sure. I probably didn't
have much to give her. But we were successful and that was all I was
interested in. We only had one last hurdle and quite frankly that would be
easy. We caught our breaths panting and waited a few minutes. She enjoyed her
last waves of pleasure as my penis became small inside her.

She took charge now. It was amazing. Whatever fear she had was long gone.
Whatever nervousness she had, disappeared. She bade me lie on my back. She
rose and straddled me and I felt our mixed juices dribble over my lips and
into my mouth. I hungrily swallowed them and tasted her womanhood. She was
bleeding slightly but that didn't bother me. I wanted to clean her and help
her to one last orgasm so our ordeal could finally end. She was sweet and
tender and I enjoyed her pleasure almost as much as she did. At this moment I
felt like my purpose in life was to be right here, allowing this young woman
to enter her next stage of life. How odd. The authoritative one had told me
that first night: "You will learn to derive much pleasure for yourself by
giving proper pleasure to a woman." She was correct, for even though I had no
feelings for this young woman, even though I would never see her again, and
even though she was at this moment simply using me to bring pleasure to
herself, I felt great pleasure with her. I felt strangely honored.