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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 21: Lady Mowbray


The four women walked out of the back of the shop to the parked Mercedes.

" Ouch!"

The black metal of the trunk was too hot to touch. The Marquesa used her keys
to open it.

" I see our two love birds have had a steamy session. The dirty beasts."

Jason and Justine were crushed close to each other by the leather straps that
had become wet with sweat and had started to shrink.

" Why didn't I think of that?"

" What's that madam?"

" Tightening the straps and then wetting them. Remind me for the return trip."

The sweat from their faces had mingled. They were desperately thirsty, but
were unable to use their padlocked tongues to lick the sweat. Jason's eyes
were stinging from the salt.

Sarah unlocked and removed the tongue padlock. Her hair fell around Jason's
face as she leaned into the trunk. Before he could speak, Jason had a broad
strip of sticking plaster slapped over his mouth by Susie. He knew this was
the only type of gag that ensured complete silence. He was apprehensive as to
why it had been put on him. The same was done to Justine's mouth. Her
blindfold was then removed. They were lifted by the four women from the trunk
and stood on their feet. The chains on their ankles were long enough to allow
them to shuffle into the shop.

Beth admired the two naked, helpless bodies that she was presented with. She
licked her black lips as she walked around them.

" Lovely flesh. Why don't you leave them with me?. I could completely cover
them with some really good art work. I could work much faster than normal,
since I don't have to worry about hurting them or giving them a rest. It
would only take a couple of days," she pleaded.

Beth walked round to the front of Jason and lifted up his limp dick. She
looked at it with disgust. Turning to the Marquesa, she said " I thought you
said he was always hard? I can't work with this."

Jason had that now familiar sinking feeling as it began to dawn on him why he
had been so efficiently gagged.

" Sarah, catch."

Amanda tossed the controller to her.

" You are responsible for keeping him hard for Beth. Susie can help you. It
won't be easy."

Sarah loved the challenge.

" Yes madam."

" Thanks for the offer Beth. Maybe some other time. Today, I just want them
identified as my property."

" Why, do you think someone might steal them?"  Beth flashed a dazzling smile
that showed how her canine teeth had been filed to points.

" I'd like to see someone try. Remember what happened to the last burglar that
we killed in self defence."

The four women all laughed.

Jason shuddered. He dare not think how the poor man must have suffered before
he died. He hoped the Marquesa would never grow tired of him. He resolved to
try even harder to please her. This was exactly the effect intended by the
women when they lied about the fictitious burglar. They knew they would need
Jason to work with them during the coming few minutes. They had decided to do
Jason first, so that he would suffer again when he saw Justine being done,
knowing what she was going through.

Jason was laid down on a low padded leather bench. His arms dropped down the
sides and were strapped to the top legs of the bench.  His legs were bent and
hung down each side of the bench. The bench forced his thighs open. His
ankles, thighs, hips, stomach, chest and neck were all strapped tightly. Beth
displayed an expertise that showed she had done it before. He could not move
any part of his body and he could hardly breathe.

Amanda nodded in approval.

Justine was stood against some steel shelving where she had a good view. A
cord was passed through the D ring in her collar, fastening her neck firmly
to a steel upright. Beth went to a cupboard and took out a bottle of Scotch.
She took a long swig from the bottle and then passed it round. Taking another
long swig when it came back to her.

Jason wasn't supposed to know the bottle was filled with cold tea. Beth took
pride in her work and needed a steady hand. She walked unsteadily towards the
helpless Jason and sat on a leather stool next to his head. She took up what
looked like a dentist's drill and grinned, showing her filed teeth framed by
black lips. Justine looked on horrified. Then closed her eyes. Amanda walked
over to her and using her fingers, held Justine's eyes open.

Beth worked quickly as she tattooed the words "SLAVE JENNY" across Jason's
forehead. She then moved to his lips and tattooed, where a mustache would have
been, the words "PRIVATE DO" on one side and "NOT ENTER" on the other. Under
his bottom lip, in smaller letters, went the words "PROPERTY OF LADY MOWBRAY."

She then moved down to his cock, which Sarah and Susie had teased into a hard
rod. She slipped a metal clamp down his cock to the base. It was the type
normally used to clamp hoses onto metal outlets. Amanda passed her a
screwdriver and then gritted her teeth while she watched Beth tighten up the
clamp until the base of Jason's penis was crushed to half its size. Beth
turned to her appreciative audience.

" That will trap the blood in his cock and maintain his erection no matter
what, batteries or no batteries. I can't leave it on too long though, or it
will drop off with gangrene."

" It had better not. That would spoil all our fun," said Amanda, looking
concerned.

Jason felt reassured. His cock was hurting. His balls were aching and the
strap around them suddenly felt much tighter. The twins had left the vibrator
running. Jason could not move his head and so could not see what was
happening. He had to concentrate on feeling it. Justine watched everything.
Her eyes held wide open. Amanda, standing close to her, detected a familiar
aroma rising up from her pussy.

" You sexy little bitch. This is exciting you."

Amanda pushed her knee between Justine's legs and began to rub on her pussy.
Sarah and Susie saw what Amanda was doing and walked over.

Beth tattooed in three circles the separate words "LADY MOWBRAY'S JOYSTICK,"
with "LADY" near the base and "JOYSTICK" near the tip. Beth then unscrewed
the clamp on his penis.  The pain of the returning blood was excruciating.
The tape gag had kept Jason almost silent throughout the whole procedure. His
penis then shriveled up to a wrinkled stump. With an evil grin, Beth then
tattooed along it's short length, across the wrinkles, the word "USELESS."

When his cock became hard again, the dots making up the word would be so far
apart that they would be unnoticeable. Once it shrank, the word would
reappear. Beth slapped his stomach and shouted triumphantly.

" Done."

Now it was Justine's turn.

Sarah was working lovingly on one breast and Susie on the other. Now that
Jason's torture was over, Amanda's hands were free to open Justine's vagina
and tease her clitoris. She stopped short of letting her climax. She released
her neck fastening and led her to the bench, where Beth waited eagerly.
Justine was strapped down the same way as Jason had been, with one added
refinement. Clamps were fastened to her labia. The cords from them passed
across her thighs and hung down the sides of the bench. Beth attached heavy
weights to the cords, stretching the labia, revealing a surprisingly large
surface area.

Jason's neck was fastened to the shelving the same way that Justine's had
been. Amanda gripped his balls in one hand and dared him to close his eyes.
He watched Justine being branded. Beth moved up to Justine's breasts and
tattooed in small letters, just outside the areola and following it's curve,
the words "SARAH'S" around one and "SUSIE'S" around the other. She then moved
down to the stretched labia and tattooed inside one, "PRIVATE KEEP OUT" and
inside the other, "PROPERTY OF LADY MOWBRAY."

Justine passed out.

Amanda moved quickly to Justine's head, ripped off the tape gag and slapped
her face. She began to moan and then opened her eyes. Jason was going frantic
and nearly strangled himself.


Chapter 22: slave jason


The first thing that Justine saw were the piercing blue eyes of her
new owner, Lady Mowbray.  The Marquesa flashed a big contented smile and
kissed her slave right on the mouth.  Jason suddenly stood motionless.
Amanda extended her long pink tongue and licked the side of Justine's
face, from her chin to her forehead.  The enslaved female remained
silent.

"Mmm...You are yummy Justine.  I wonder what that fine French snatch
tastes like," Amanda said, looking over her shoulder at Jason and batting
her eyelashes.

Amanda turned back to her latest conquest and crouched down close to her
ear.

"I'm soooo glad that Jason told me about you.  I do love making new
friends," the Mistress whispered so only Justine could hear.

Beth interjected.  "Amanda, why don't we leave these two lovebirds alone
to recover while the four of us go and get a bite to eat?"

"Capital idea, Beth.  I'm famished.  I'm suddenly in the mood for
seafood," Amanda replied.

The two slaves were left in their respective positions while Beth put an
"OUT TO LUNCH" sign on the front door of her parlor.  They took the
Mercedes to Beth's favorite bistro, "Palentine's," and each ordered a
seafood salad.  The maitre d', who could not take his eyes off Amanda
since she first entered the restaurant, sent over a bottle of Sauvignon
Blanc on the house.

"That's Gregory.  I think he's fallen in love," Beth said teasingly to
her friend.  "I wonder if he'd still fawn over you if he knew what you
were capable of."

Amanda looked over at the middle-aged man and seductively licked the
butter off a piece of bread.

"I bet it would take only a matter of minutes before his lips were on
your feet milady," Susie chimed in.

"Here? In the middle of this place? I don't think so," replied Sarah.

Beth put her hand to her forehead and shook her head while Amanda
chuckled softly.

"I mean it," Susie insisted.  "Put your money where your mouth is Sarah.
I'll bet you next week's allowance."

"You're on."  The wager was official.

Susie turned to Amanda.  "Ma'am, it would be a shame if those shoes of
yours had any scuffs on them," the young girl hinted while looking down
at her Mistress' ivory pumps.  Amanda winked back.

"May I?" Susie inquired while holding the nearly empty wine bottle over
Amanda's shoes.  The Marquesa nodded approvingly and the redhead poured
the remainder over Amanda's shoes and onto the floor.  She turned the
empty bottle on its side on the table and exclaimed, "OH, NO!"

Sarah added a "WOW!" and Gregory rushed over as all heads turned their
way.  The maitre d' grabbed a folded white tablecloth and quickly patted
Amanda's shoes dry while soaking up the wine off the floor.

"My poor shoes.  And I just purchased them," Amanda grieved.

"They should be alright, ma'am," Gregory responded on one knee.

"Look at that scuff.  That tablecloth was very rough.  I don't think I
can even return them now in this condition," Amanda cried.

"No, no.  That's no scuff," Gregory insisted.  To prove his point he
bent down further on both knees and gently blew on Amanda's right pump.
"You see?  It's gone"

"I still see it," Amanda pouted.

Gregory attempted to wipe the surface of the shoe with the damp
tablecloth before Amanda cut him short.

"No, no, no.  Not that again.  Use something else.  Something softer,"
Amanda pleaded looking at Susie with a raised eyebrow.

Gregory sunk down even lower and gently flicked his tongue on the grape
flavored leather.  He looked up proudly at Amanda.  "You see?  All gone!"

Amanda thanked him.  While crossing her legs, she let the ivory pump
lightly graze his crotch.  It was clearly hard.  Sarah rolled her eyes
as Susie pumped her fist in the air.

Amanda had that sort of effect on men.

One man whom she had that effect on was still standing in Beth's tattoo
studio.  Several feet away his former fiancee lay.  Jason knew that the
labial tattoos were probably more painful, but it was the breast
markings that bothered him more.

"Such fresh lovely flesh.  What a horrible waste," he thought.

If Jason had looked in a mirror at that very moment, he probably wouldn't
have thought much about sweet Justine.  He was ruined.  As bad as Justine's
"artwork" was, Jason's was like a cattle brand.  Even if he thought of
escape, he was forever marked as SLAVE JENNY right on his forehead.  Plus
there was that horrible thing engraved around his mouth.

Just then, Justine craned her neck and, with great difficulty, glanced
over at Jason.  He leaned forward, choking himself in the process.  He
thought he detected a scowl on his beloved's face before she rested her
head on the bench.

Beth provided Amanda with several fresh pieces of long rawhide strips.
She soaked them in water before the slaves were strapped together face
to face.  The heat from the trunk would serve to shrink them as they
dried, making it most agonizing for the human cargo.

Their tongues padlocked, the two lovebirds were eased down into the
trunk as the rest of their bonds were fastened.  Sarah made sure Jason's
cock was erect for the trip home so that it would painfully jab Justine
in the belly, painful for both of them.  It was even hotter during the
ride home, but Amanda got a slight chill in the back seat.  The air
conditioner in the Mercedes had just been repaired and it worked
extremely well.  "Too well," thought Amanda as Sarah did the return
driving with her sister next to her.  They made a quick stop at a
bondage supply store before leaving the city.

On the way home, the three women laughed until the tears ran.

"Did you see his face," Amanda gasped for breath, "when he thought
her breasts were tattooed.  The poor lamb was devastated."

"It was delicious," the twins resonded.

"Just keep her away from the shower for a few days. I want to get the
maximum amount of grief from him before the breast 'tattoos' wear off."

In the dank darkness of the cramped trunk, the two slaves could not see
each other, but Jason's erection angered Justine.

"How could he possibly be horny at a time like this? The freak!" she thought.

She even tried to push the offending member away with her taut stomach.

Jason moaned, spraying saliva into Justine's mouth, further irritating
her.  She jerked her head back which, of course, caused them both pain.
The head of his engorged penis was lodged against Justine's ribcage.  She
angrily pushed and Jason felt it bend backward. He tried to say no and
accidentally thrust his crotch forward, hurting the French girl.  She
pulled his tongue inside her mouth and bit down on it hard.  The women
in the car heard the shriek even through the loud air conditioner and the
blaring stereo.

On Amanda's orders, Sarah pulled over to the side of the road.  Before
they opened the trunk, Susie remarked, "This is like the beginning of
that gangster movie!"

Susie turned the key and the lid opened.  The two slaves squinted as the
midday sun shone on their unprotected eyes.  Blood was everywhere.
Jason's cut tongue flowed freely, but most of it ended up on Justine's
face and in her hair.  She even started to cough on it as some trickled
down her throat.

"We're only a half hour from home," Amanda began.  "You'll take care of
him later while I punish Justine for Jenny's failure to drink his water
yesterday."

Justine looked at her former beau and the "Jenny" on his forehead. It was
him.

"He refused to drink some water and now I have to pay for it?" she
thought to herself.

The straps already started to sink into the flesh of the captives,
cutting off circulation.  Every breath that Jason took prevented Justine
from filling her lungs.  As a gallant gesture, the young man tried to
hold his breath for as long as possible without passing out. They
arrived at their destination not a moment too soon.

Sarah got out her hunting knife and maniacally waved it in front of the
slaves, frightening them to no end.  She giggled and simply sliced
through the rawhide to free them.

Jason and Justine were brought up to their respective cells.  The twins
tended to Justine while Amanda dealt with Jason.  She had a paper bag
with her and told the young man to kneel with his shoulders to the
floor.

"This is called 'The Humbler,' Jenny.  I intend to keep it locked on you
at all times.  This way, you won't ever be taller than the ones you
serve.  You shall always stand in a hunched over position.  This little
beauty will assure that," Amanda declared producing the wooden
instrument.

Jason did not see the tortuous implement but instead stared at Amanda's ivory
pumps with their silver heels.	He never hated his Mistress more than he did
at that moment.  What she did to Justine, he thought, was unforgivable. 
Amanda walked behind him and he shivered as she pulled his testicles back
between his legs. She deftly positioned his sac between the indentations of
the two oak pieces to check their fit.

"Perfect."

Amanda put down the wooden device and unwrapped the two bolts from the bubble
pack.

The Humbler would consequently prevent Jason from standing completely
upright.  It also put his balls in a considerably vulnerable position.
Amanda's leather pumps suddenly cast an evil shadow.  The Marquesa teased
Jason's scrotum using the toe of her shoe and scraped the sharp heel
across its length.

"Remind me to get these two cuties tattooed at a later date," Amanda
remarked.


--to be continued

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