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


I awake to find my angel looking down at me. "Kim. You're all right."

"Yes, Joseph. I'm okay. How are you feeling?"

"I'm sore. My neck and back hurt. Oh, hell. I'm fine. But what happened? Wait.
Don't tell me yet. Just kiss me." We kissed for a long few minutes. I sat up.
I was on the floor still. My cuffs were gone. Jessica lay in a heap a few feet
away. One pair of handcuffs held her hands behind her back. The other pair
passed from one ankle, though the chain on her wrist cuffs, to the other
ankle. Her legs were bent backwards to reach her wrists. She was unconscious
but even if she were not, she was going nowhere. She'd been hogtied.

"Kim, what happened? The last thing I remember before passing out was Jessica
completely dominating me. God, she's fast. She could have killed me easily."

"Oh, believe me. She was trying. I don't know how you got her into those
handcuffs but it's a good thing you did. There's no way I could have handled
her if she had been free. I was so scared. When I came to, I saw her roll over
onto your chest. She had you wrapped up in an instant. She was choking you,
you both rolled onto your sides and I clobbered her. She never saw it coming.
Just like she sucker-punched me."

"Oh, Kim, I was so worried when I saw you lying there. I thought she had
killed you. I had almost given up hope that we'd ever get out of this mess."

We quickly told each other what had happened. Then we decided to move Jessica
to the bench before she regained consciousness. Fortunately, Kim knew all the
best procedures for locking her down before we unlocked her existing binds.
Sure enough, Jessica had come to, realized she was completely immobile, and
waited patiently for a chance. Kim didn't give it to her. We had her fairly
well chained down to the bench when we released her hands from behind her
back. She sprang at us only to realize that she was still held. Then we took
up her slack and stretched her out. We made a quick scan for keys. It would be
just like her to have a key squirreled away somewhere handy. That's why we
couldn't leave her with any slack.

Now, you are probably curious. What did I do to her when I had her in my power
on the bench? I could have raped her, humiliated her, or degraded her. I could
have hurt her or maimed her. I'm ashamed to admit it but those thoughts
crossed my mind many times in my daydreams. I could have shaved her hair off
or spit on her or crapped in her face. I could have done many things. But I
chose to do the thing that bothered her most. I ignored her. We didn't look at
her. We didn't talk to her. We just... left her. She was spitting and spewing
at us. She was taunting us. She said we'd never get away, that they'd find us,
if for no other reason than to make an example of us. We didn't respond to a
word she said. But she was right in one respect. This town was owned by the
group and we had little time and very few options.

Kim's first inclination was to go to town. She didn't know anything about my
locker or my car. But she wanted to get me some clothes so we could get away.
She had no money. In fact, she had no identification at all. The car they used
to get groceries was well recognized in town. In fact, there was no way to
drive away from the cabin without driving right by several of the cabins that
belonged to matrons. It was almost four o'clock in the morning and we'd make
noise and attract attention if we took it.

If we hiked up and over the mountaintop to the resort we might be able to
attract enough public attention that they would have a hard time just
'disappearing' us. But it's the summer season and the resort is nearly empty -
only sporadic hikers and mountain bikers. And the place is owned by the
authoritative one. It seemed too risky to go that direction.

In the end, we decided on a most unlikely course. We had no money. I had no
clothes. We had no transportation. And we had, at most, fourteen hours before
Jessica was discovered. Kim and I walked out the door. "Kim, I still don't
know your name," I said.

"Yes, you do," she replied.

At the foot of the steps, she let her ceremonial robe slide off her shoulders
into the dirt. And the two of us walked completely nude into the woods, into
the wilderness. We were both free.