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AUSTRALIAN HOLIDAY was written in alternating chapters by Lady Mowbray
& slave jason. Each chapter reflects their respective points of view.
It is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment only. You
must be of legal age to read it. Copyright © 1998 OZAM Enterprises.

Your comments are encouraged at: beck_and_call@hotmail.com

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AUSTRALIAN HOLIDAY

Chapter 15: Lady Mowbray


Amanda kicked the sole of Jason's bare foot with the point of her shoe.

" Wake up slave. Your holiday is over. I hope you enjoyed it."

She stood back while the twins put his bowl of vitamin enriched gruel on the
floor. While he was kneeling and lapping up his breakfast, Amanda nodded.
The twins moved in and held his arms while Amanda removed the long chain that
had allowed him to sleep with his hands at his sides and replaced it with a
short one. They did the same with his ankle chain.

" That wasn't very nice of you to lie about the girls not giving you pain
killers at the surgery last month. As a punishment you will be permanently
gagged, except at meal times. I suppose we have to keep you healthy. The good
news is that Dr Patricia says we need to increase your protein intake, if we
want to increase your semen output. By the way, slave, your worthless semen
will be given to Doctor Patricia. She has infertile couples coming to her at
her IVF clinic. She inseminates the woman with your semen. Being sterile, of
course it does not work. The couple pay again and get some real stuff the next
time. In return for your male slop, Dr. Patricia does little jobs for me for
free. See? You're not so worthless after all."

A grinning Sarah grabbed hold of Jason's hair and pulled his head back. Susie
pushed the black dildo gag as far as it would go into his mouth and used both
hands to tighten the strap. The black penis touched the back of Jason's
throat and it took him several minutes to overcome the choking sensation and
to calm himself. The three women watched with satisfaction as he struggled
for control.

" That will teach you to lie."

Amanda stalked out of his cell.

" Take him to my bedroom. I want to test this surgery."

Jason shuffled along the carpeted corridor, stumbling and falling several
times as Sarah pulled on his lead and Susie prodded him with the cattle prod.
Each time he was on his hands and knees, she took great delight in touching
his hanging balls with the prod and giggling each time he jumped. By the time
they reached Amanda's bedroom, she was already standing naked, legs parted,
hands on hips, looking impatient.

"You should never keep me waiting when I am randy, slave. You will suffer for
this."

Amanda turned to the twins.

" Come and help me unpack this."

Amanda pulled a cardboard box from under the bed and opened it. She handed
over a black belt.

" Here. Put it around him. It says here that the two metal plates should be at
the back and the belt should be between his waist and his hips. Just touching
his pubic hair."

Amanda put down the instruction book and examined the controller. It had four
buttons. ' Cont. Stim.'  'Cont. Inhib.'  ' Go.'  and  'Stop.' She studied the
book again.

" Very interesting," she said in an exaggerated German accent. "Vee haff vays
of making you talk."

Satisfied the belt was positioned correctly, she ordered them to tie him to
the bed.

Susie and Sarah removed his chains and tied his wrists and ankles to the four
corners of the bed. The cords went through clamps fastened under the bed. That
allowed movement in one direction, but not the other. The girls sat on the
floor at the two sides of the bed, put their feet against the bed, and pulled
on the ankle cords as hard as they could. Jason thought he was going to split.
Satisfied, the girls did the same to the cords attached to his wrists. He was
now stretched tightly and his joints were already beginning to hurt. Sarah sat
on the bed near his head and held his chin in her hand.

" Cumfy?" she asked, smiling.

Jason wrenched his head to one side. A big mistake.

" Hey, Sue. He can move his head."

Sarah disappeared from his view for a moment. Then he felt a cord being
threaded near his lips under the strap holding the gag. Another one was
threaded on the other side. Then they were both pulled tight. The gag would
not go any further into his mouth because of the flat rubber base over his
lips. Instead, the back of his head was pushed deeper into the mattress.

Sarah saw what was happening and stood with one foot either side of his head,
her weight compressing the mattress. He could see straight up her skirt to
her crotchless white panties. Susie tightened the cords even further. When
Sarah got off the bed, the mattress sprang back and Jason felt his lips being
crushed against his teeth.

Amanda firmly held the controller and pressed 'Cont. Inhib.' A small
red light began to flash continuously on the belt.

" Is that it?" said a disappointed Susie.

" Let's see if it works."

Amanda took hold of Jason's hard dripping cock.

" He's not gone for four weeks. He should be bursting with semen."

She began to rapidly masturbate him. The muscles of his stomach tensed and he
looked as though he should have shot his load, but he didn't. She carried on
vigorously masturbating him. No shooting of semen. There was plenty of
lubrication leaking out, but no contractions. Jason felt himself reach the
point of no return several times, but there was no relief. The frustration was
agony.

" Wow," said Sarah. This was her favourite expression when anything impressed
her.

" Can I have a go?"

" No you can't."

Amanda climbed onto Jason's stomach with her back to him. She took his
dripping cock, inserted the tip inside her vagina and began to masturbate
herself.

After she had climaxed the first time, she said, " Come on you two. Play with
my titties."

The twins showed a soft delicate touch as they massaged and teased Amanda's
nipples into an erect hardness. Amanda came twice more before she grew tired
of using him.

" Give me the ring vibrator."

Sarah dived under the bed and came up with a small vibrator attached to a
rubber ring. Lady Mowbray slipped it over Jason's still rock hard penis, then
lowered herself onto him, taking all of his cock and the vibrator inside her.
The wire trailed out of her vagina to a small variable speed controller. She
turned it up full and then began to move vigorously up and down. Jason
thought he was going to pass out. Tears of frustration ran down his cheeks.
Susie noticed them and began to lick them off. Sarah made things even worse,
if that were possible, by playing with his balls. The batteries in the
controller began to run down.

" Okay, girls. Your turn."

Amanda reluctantly climbed off him.


Chapter 16: slave jason


Lady Mowbray treated the twins very well and they loved her for
it. She gave them everything they could ever want or hope for.
Amanda first met the duo three years earlier when they were
sixteen.  She was having breakfast alone one Sunday morning
when she spotted them about five tables away.  They looked
like sewer rats, she thought, and were voraciously scarfing
down a breakfast bigger than she had ever seen.  Susie and
Sarah kept the suspicious waiter on his toes and kept ordering
more and more food, juice, and coffee.  When the girls finally
had their fill, they tried to sneak away without paying.  With
barely a foot on the sidewalk, the waiter caught them and the
manager threatened to call the police.  That's where Amanda
interceded.  She felt compassion for the girls and introduced
herself to the manager as their aunt and offered to pay the
bill, suggesting that it all was just a silly misunderstanding.
A little something extra added to the amount on the bill made
the manager quite happy.

Amanda and her two new friends went for a walk in the cool Sunday
air.  Sarah explained that they were runaways and had been
living on the streets for the past year.  Their stepfather
verbally abused them and physically abused their mother.  One
day, Susie told him that she'd had enough and threatened to call
the police if he ever laid another hand on their mom again.
Their stepdad was drunk and literally knocked Susie out with an
uppercut to the jaw.  When Sarah begged her mother to call for
help, she did nothing and even suggested that Susie deserved it.
Two hours later, both sisters hit the road, never to be seen
again in that household.

On the streets, the girls were a lot smarter than in school.
The twins were something of a paradox. They had street smarts,
intuition, but not a lot of common sense.  They managed to
survive without getting raped or selling their bodies.  Not
that those young forms were not on the market.  Susie and Sarah
would often lure what they called "dirty dog perverts" into an
alley for a bout of oral sex. But the only "oral" that these men
would receive would be a mouthful of gravel. Sarah would usually
hit them over the head from behind as Sarah knelt in front of him.
The poor sap's wallet was their prize.

Amanda offered to take the sisters into her spacious residence
and give them a place to call home.  She cleaned them up and
eventually molded them into ladies.  Well...sort of.

"They never did get to live a normal childhood," Amanda thought.
"I guess that they deserve one now."

But this was no ordinary or idealized Ozzie and Harriet home life.
That's for sure.

Susie took her turn and straddled Jason, facing his head.

"Ride 'em cowboy!  Yee-ha!"

Susie impaled herself on her faux stallion's tortured organ and rode
him hard. She pretended that his ears were stirrups and ground her
bare toes into them. She grabbed his lead and slid up and down the
frustrated shaft.

"Giddyap!"

Up to the purple wet tip and down hard on his tender balls she went.
The redhead's weight, however light, nearly knocked the wind out of
Jason's lungs.  Sarah handed her a riding crop which Susie used to
batter Jason's legs. There was no relief yet in sight for the yearning
captive.  Not until Amanda decided.

"It's my cock now, girls," she told them the night before. "But
I could always loan it to you, like my jewelry."

Sarah finally got her chance and booked ticket on the Jason express.
She described the sensations as exquisite.

"Wow! It's the best of both world's: it's a vibrator and a penis.
I just wonder if we could return it if it breaks," Sarah joked.

While Sarah achieved her first orgasm, Susie decided to make her own
fun.  Amanda stepped out of the room to make a telephone call, so the
young girl found a feather from a flower arrangement and brought it to
Jason's right foot.  Sarah had her back to the slave and saw the
mischief that her sister was up to.

"You wouldn't?"

"Oh, wouldn't I?

Susie tickled poor Jason's foot unmercifully.  His muffled laughter was
followed by muffled pleas to stop.  He was having a hard enough time
breathing.  If Amanda hadn't come back in time, who knows what might have
happened.

"That's enough girls.  Show's over."

"How about the other buttons?" the twins said simultaneously.

"I'm saving that for a very special occasion I have planned for
tomorrow.  We're having a very special guest over for lunch."

Jason barely heard the words as his agonized cock dripped with
unfulfilled lust.

Justine Boulanger arrived right on schedule as the chauffeured
Mercedes drove past the front gate.  She was as Jason had described
her to Amanda.  Nearly eight years later and she still looked like
the fresh-faced college girl who swept Jason off his feet.

Justine was greeted at the front door by Amanda herself, eager to
eat up this rich French dish.

"Pleasure to finally meet you. I've heard so much about you,"
Amanda started.

"Only good, I hope," Justine answered with a tinge of a French
accent.  "Bonjour, Lady Mowbray. Enchanté."

"Please, come in."

The two women entered the living room and eased into opposite ends
of the sofa.

"I won't bite," Amanda teased as her guest inched closer. "Madge,
some tea please, thank you."

Amanda eyed her quarry and licked her lips.  Justine was just as
Jason described. She had the lean look of a dancer, standing about
5 foot 7 or 8. The denim jeans she wore looked painted on and her
butt appeared especially curvy with her black ankle boots. A crisp
white button-down shirt and a smart brown leather vest, that
accentuated her B cup, completed the ensemble.

Justine simply had the biggest, most beautiful brown eyes one
could ever imagine. They were eyes that you could drown in,
which Jason did on many occasions before he had the nerve to ask
her out on a date.  A button nose, rosy cheeks and full sensuous
lips completed a face that was heaven-sent. But it was her hair
that first caught Amanda's roving eye.  Silky dark brown hair,
full-bodied and straight, fell down to the small of her back.

"You have beautiful hair, Justine.  It must take an awfully long
time to manage it," Amanda wondered as Madge entered with the tea.

"Yes, but it's worth it though. I just love all the compliments."

Justine was a woman who expected compliments. She was even outraged
when one wasn't offered. Pampered all her life by a widowed father,
Justine wrapped every successive man in her life around her slender
finger.  She was used to getting things her way after her mother's
childbirth tragedy.  Her daddy gave it all to her in an effort to
relieve the guilt over pressuring his wife to go through with her
pregnancy.  She learned in the first trimester that a term pregnancy
could be dangerous.  But Mr. Boulanger wanted a child in the worst
way. This indeed proved prophetic.

Amanda watched the sensuous way Justine mixed her teacup and gently
brought it up to her lips.

"So tell me Amanda, how long have you known Jason?"

"He joined my company a couple of months ago.  He said that he
discovered that you were up north and desperately wanted to contact
you. I promised to make the arrangements for him.  So...here you are."

Both women giggled as Madge served cookies.

"And where is my former sweetheart," inquired Justine.

"Oh...tied up at the moment," Amanda answered, camouflaging a snicker
as a cough.  "Actually, he's looking over my books. He should be
down shortly.  So, Justine, tell me.  Are you seeing anyone special
at the moment?"

Justine half-smiled.  "Oh, and are you Sir Jason's matchmaker?"

Amanda scratched her brow. "Not exactly.  But I do see you two as a
matched set, so to speak."

The Mistress of the house took a sip of tea and over the rim of
the cup peaked at Justine through languid eyes, sizing up her prey.

"Mmmmm...This is going to be too easy," she thought to herself.


--to be continued

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