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


The ritual was over. I had succeeded. I was alive. The meeting broke up with
some ceremonial deeds that I didn't understand and some words of wisdom to the
Vessel now that she was on her path. I already knew that if we had not been
successful I would have been killed. But I learned later that she would not
have been given a second chance. Once her virginity was gone, she would not be
allowed another Instrument Ritual. That helps explain why she was so nervous
and apprehensive. Her life wasn't on the line but her future was.

Many more hours passed of mingling, drinking, talking, and celebrating before
the crowd had all left. I was at my liberty with no more demands for my
services. I was still not allowed to wear clothes - hell, I didn't have any
clothes - and many women, especially from among the spectators wanted to talk
to me and to touch me. Apparently, I was a good luck omen for the rest of the
night. Even though it was considered bad form to demand my services at this
point, many of these women just wanted to fondle me as they tried to engage me
in conversation. It was quite distracting to be standing before a beautiful
woman as she asked questions about my training, all the while holding my penis
in her hand. I felt it was almost like a handshake to them.

Kim couldn't break away to talk to me. Not yet, not with all this attention.
She and Jessica were also both in demand as other women asked them how they
trained me so well, what special techniques they used, etc. Also, they were
being given instructions for the rest of this evening and for their next
assignments. Jessica had been promoted from Apprentice to Matron-in-Waiting.
Kim was promoted from Junior Apprentice to Apprentice, but her next stage was
intensive martial arts and combat. She presumably would not be given the job
Jessica just completed for at least four more years.

It turns out that when the authoritative one said Jessica and Kim were to be
given one last opportunity to use my services, she meant in a ritual. As Kim
and I had both hoped, we still had tonight and most of tomorrow before our
transportation would arrive. A small voice inside kept telling me I was to be
discarded. It didn't matter. I wasn't staying to find out. And neither was
Kim.

When finally the last guest had left, Jessica let into me. She insisted I be
chained. She had a fire in her eyes. I don't know if she was mad that I
survived or perhaps angry that she had unwittingly helped me by spending so
much time with me. She was also angry with Kim. Jessica's backfired attempt to
grandstand was made to look even more pathetic by the grace and kindness that
Kim showed me afterwards. Many a tear was shed at the class Kim showed tonight
as she cleaned me up after Jessica's sadistic performance.

Jessica put me back into my chains in my room and told me to take a shower.
This I gladly did, but I was worried, not being able to see what they were
doing. After a while she came and commanded me onto the bench. Kim was nowhere
to be seen. She rolled me into the great room, which had begun to take on its
old appearance again. My arm chains were loose but she wanted me stretched out
so she took up my slack. Then she tightened my legs and bound my knees into
that uncomfortable frog-leg position. What was she planning? Why did I let her
chain me up to begin with? I should have just fought her and gotten it over.
But Kim had insisted we would be okay and that she would come down in the
night to release me and we would make our escape.

Jessica lifted my headrest and rotated the bench. There was Kim lying on the
floor in an uncomfortable position. Oh, God. Was she dead? Was she
unconscious? "Mistress?" Jessica didn't answer.

"Mistress, will my other mistress be all right?" Still no answer. Jessica
removed her clothes. I couldn't believe this. She had hurt Kim, possibly
killed her, and she wanted me to pleasure her in front of Kim's crumpled body.
Or was this just more humiliation?

She climbed up and stuck her ass in my nose. "Male, lick my ass." I did. "Let
me be more specific. Stick your tongue in my ass and lick me. Hard and deep."
I had little choice. I tongued her ass as she fingered herself. Over time she
became frustrated. She was too angry at everything and she couldn't excite
herself. She rammed her fist into my balls. I had no idea it was coming. I
convulsed in pain and I guess I exhaled so hard into her anus, she jumped from
it. "I liked that, male. Do it again." God, I could barely breathe at all. The
pain was so intense I could only take tiny breaths. Her ass was cramming me
against the headrest. I could only breathe through my nose and even then only
a little.

But she gave me a few moments and I was able to blow a weak breath into her
ass. "Again." I did. She began to find this amusing. "If you were smoking, you
could blow smoke up my ass." God, how could she joke at a time like this? She
continued to finger herself as I licked and blew and tongued her. How long
would this go on? Is Kim all right? Does she need an ambulance? It hit me like
a ton of bricks. If she wants me to blow smoke up her ass, maybe I should.

"Do you remember the first time we met?" I asked her. Without giving her time
to realize I hadn't called her "Mistress" I added, "As I took my clothes off
on the slope, your eyes were roving all over my body. Your eyes gave me an
erection. Remember?" I paused for a second. "Then, as I approached the cabin,
I was actually afraid I'd never see you again - that you were just sending me
down here to embarrass me in front of strangers, to make me have to explain
what I was doing on their porch buck naked." I paused again. She was
listening. "Then, I couldn't believe it. I was standing on the porch freezing
and as you opened the door you ran your fingers down my chest and lightly
brushed my groin. You gave me the most terrific erection I think I ever had."
She sat up and faced me, straddling my chest to listen.

"Then you brought me in here and had me stand under the beam in the bright
sunlight. That was the most erotic experience I have ever had. You blindfolded
me and were examining every inch of my body. I could feel your body heat, your
breath. But I couldn't tell where your eyes were resting. Not knowing where
your eyes rested was electric. I could barely remain standing." Jessica had an
innocent, peaceful, beautiful expression on her face. She was remembering it
from her perspective. Good.

"Jessica, what were you thinking as I stood before you naked and blindfolded?"
If my hunch is correct, Jessica really is her name and she won't think twice
that I just called her by it.

"I... I remember being very aroused," she said. "I remember how very erotic it
was to be able to look at you like a peeping tom. Since you were blindfolded,
it was like you couldn't know I was looking. I got wet just thinking about
it."

I jumped back in. "Yes, I heard you remove your clothes. Even though I was
blindfolded, in my mind I could see your naked body as you removed your
clothes. And when you finally touched me - oh, God, it was like my knees had
been kicked out from under me."

"I remember. I told you to hold onto the hooks. And when you did I loved how
your arms and chest looked with your arms raised high." She got off the bench
and stood beside me.

I didn't want to push too hard, too fast. I let the images and the memories
soak in a bit. But she didn't move and she didn't say anything. I had to act
or she might come out of her reverie. "Jessica, why don't we ever embrace
standing up anymore?"

Hopefully her mind was bringing her to that first Lotus Blossom experience
when she became orgasmic as she took me in her mouth. Please Jessica. Let it
take you over. I had to hope her minor personality would emerge. I think it
was here already but her dominant personality seemed reluctant to let her come
out.

She arose and walked off. I don't know what's happening. I can't see her. God,
for all I know she's about to plunge an axe into my head. She returned and
loosened my chains. She untied my knees and released my feet. "Here. I have to
put these on you. I can't let Kim see you unchained at any time. She has to
learn." She put a regular pair of handcuffs on my wrists. Then she unclasped
my longer bench chains. "Come quickly, before she gets here."

She led me over to the beam. "Grab the hooks, grab the hooks." I did. "Wait. I
need my black scarf."

I need to get these cuffs off. I need to check on Kim. I heard Jessica trot
upstairs. I only had a moment. I rushed over to Kim and felt her neck. She had
a pulse. She seemed to be breathing. I felt in the pocket of her robe. A key,
a key. There're all the same. I just need one. I felt her other pocket. There
it was. I heard Jessica coming back down. I just had time to run back to the
beam and put my arms up. I kept the key in my fingers. I couldn't let Jessica
see it and I sure as hell couldn't drop it. She pulled up a chair. And stood
on it. She put another set of handcuffs on my right wrist. But she attached
the other end to the hook. Then she undid the first pair from my right wrist
and attached it to the other hook.

"Yes, the blindfold," I said. "I have to have the blindfold. It's not the same
without it."

She blindfolded me, got down and kicked the chair out of her way. I felt her
get to the floor. A few moments of silence. And then, "Spread your legs." I
did, a bit. "Wider." I widened them. She let out a whispered sigh. "Yes."

It was like I was having an extended deja vue. She touched me in much the same
way as before. She started at my rear and then moved to my side. She lightly
touched the hairs on my ankles and raised her hands up my left leg. Oh, God.
It just occurred to me. For this to work, I've got to be aroused. How can I?
It was only a few hours ago I barely managed to couple with the Vessel. If I
don't pop an erection and fast, I'm fucked. Kim and I are both fucked. My only
chance is to try to put myself into a similar kind of trance as Jessica. I
have to put myself back into that first encounter with her. I was genuinely
aroused by her. I really did find that experience to be erotic and deeply
sensual. Remember. Remember. I felt her hands rising on my inner thigh. Yes. I
felt her reach her hand up between my legs to touch my lower back. Yes. Yes.
Her fingers traced that light touch down my butt crack and across my ass to
the back of my scrotum. Oh, yes. I feel it.

She took my balls in her hand. Jessica really is stunningly beautiful. She
brought her hand toward her, encircling my penis as she did it. She is
Aphrodite. Her body is stunning. I felt her tongue touch my penis. She began
to suck on my cock. I need more time.

Last time, I snapped her out of her trance when I said I couldn't stand much
longer. I can't do that this time. I have to let her continue. She began to
moan a little. She was fingering herself. Good. Now, I have to be quiet. Oh,
so quiet. I couldn't look. I couldn't see. But somehow I had to unlock my
cuffs soundlessly. Oh God. Don't lose your erection. Concentrate. Concentrate.
Think of her beautiful lips around your cock. Come on Murphy. She wants your
cock. Give it to her. Ooh. Yes. Yes.

Back to the lock. I've inserted the key into the cuff on the left ring. It
opened. Ahh. Too loud. It clicked as it fell open. Jessica, Jessica. Keep
working my cock. Keep fingering yourself. Ah, that's nice. She's cooing
softly.

With my free hand I raised my blindfold. I looked down. Ah, beautiful Jessica.
How tempting it would be to just smash your head in. But I can't. You're a
sadistic bitch and I hate you but I can't hurt the Lotus Blossom. Concentrate
on the erection. She's enjoying herself so much. Now for the other cuff. I can
see now, so this is easier. I release the second cuff from the hook. Now I
have both sets but they are still attached to my wrists.

Jessica is becoming very aroused. She's still fingering herself with one hand
as she holds my penis with the other. She is about to orgasm. I know her so
well. Her pelvis is wriggling and she has paused from her sucking and opened
her mouth into an oval an inch or two away from my cock. She reaches her right
hand up to take my penis into both hands. She's breathing heavily with her
head tilted back and her eyes closed. She may open them any second. I can't
waste any more time. I have to act now.

With the open cuffs in each hand I bring them down next to both of Jessica's
wrists. I have to clap them on at the same time. Since she's facing me, the
handcuff in my left land will go on her right wrist. The cuff in my right hand
will go on her left wrist.

She opens her eyes, her mouth still open in orgasmic pleasure. At that same
instant I click both cuffs in place on her wrists. She looks bewildered for a
second. I just look down into her perfect face and beyond at her perfect
breasts with those perfect raised areolas and her perfect sculpted abdomen to
her perfectly manicured and trimmed pussy.

And then all hell breaks loose. She snaps out of her trance and head-butts me
in the groin. I wasn't expecting it so I double over as much out of reflex as
pain. She immediately falls to her back hoping to catch me off guard and
tumble me over her. It works and she flips me over with her feet and I land
hard on my back. The wind is knocked out of me and before I can even begin to
turn over or get up, she does a back roll and sits squarely on my chest. As
quick as lightening she curls her legs and kicks me hard in the jaw and I see
a flash of yellow light fill my head as I am dazed to near unconsciousness. As
I try to shake the cobwebs out of my head, my body dazed and limp, she brings
the handcuff linking my right hand to her left under my legs and behind my
back. She does the same with the other handcuff. My arms are crossed behind my
back with my own body's weight holding them down. Her arms are crossed as well
but she's on top and she puts all her weight on my chest, literally standing
on my body.

She has me effectively pinned as I finally begin to see straight. She crouches
to her knees and straddles my face with her legs around my neck. She works her
feet underneath me and crosses them at the ankles. All the while as she leans
forward and pulls hard on our cuffs, I feel my arms cinching up underneath my
back. She squeezes her legs harder, harder. I can see her leg muscles
straining as she crushes my neck. Beads of sweat roll down her abdomen and
into her pubic hair. My face turns red. She's cutting off the blood flow to my
brain. I'll pass out any second now. I struggle frantically, and we fall over
but she still has me in her hold. I pull on my arms to uncross them a bit but
it doesn't buy me anything. I can't reach her legs. I'm just as trussed as
I've ever been on the bench. Will she kill me? God, I hope so. I refuse to be
humiliated any longer. I refuse to be degraded any longer. I double myself up
and convulse my torso to try to shake her off but it doesn't accomplish
anything. I am about to die just as I have lived for the past six months -
with Jessica's cunt inches from my face. The last image I remember before I
passed out was of my angel, her halo illuminating her face and hair.