Australian Holiday
by
beck_and_call@hotmail.com
Chapter 20: slave jason
Jason was on tiptoes as he spied through steel bars the three
women at the pool. He had a nervous feeling in the pit of his
stomach. He looked at the Polaroid pinned to the bare wall
and wondered if Justine was close by. Jason frequently heard
footsteps and creaking doors nearby and assumed it was the
twins tending to Justine. He walked over to the wall and put
his ear against it. But the only thing that he heard was the
sound of his own heart beating.
In the morning, the twin sisters entered and began their
ritual of using Jason as a human toilet as they emptied their
full bladders. This servile act did not disgust the young man.
He rather enjoyed it by then. Jason felt like he was sharing
an intimate moment with the girls and they seemed to be much
kinder to him at these times. The warmth of the frothy brew was
actually pleasant as it went down his gullet. He even began
to notice the difference in aroma and taste between Susie and
Sarah.
"Sarah's was the sweeter," he thought.
The sisters also let Jason dry their vaginas with his tongue.
"Toilet paper's too rough on my labia," Susie said aloud.
Jason soon learned of another talent the sisters shared. In
the past several months, they had taken piercing lessons and
had become quite adept at it, even piercing several body parts
of some of their friends. On Amanda's orders, the twins, on this
particular morning went about the business of piercing the
tongues of the two slaves. Sarah stayed with Jason as Susie went
next door to Justine's cell. None too gentle, the girls used
tongs to pull on the tongues of their respective slaves and daubed
them with alcohol. When the needle cut through, Jason and Justine
heard each other's screams. A post was placed through the resulting
hole and the slaves were given a respite from the dildo gag.
Later that evening, Amanda welcomed Jason into her bedroom for her
daily ritual of oral service. She had just come from the shower,
her head and body were wrapped in towels. With his hands shackled
behind him, he went about his task as Amanda removed the larger of the
towels and exposed her lush form. She reclined on the bed as Jason's
heart turned to pudding. Amanda's body always had that effect on him.
As usual, Jason crawled into bed between her legs as she casually
read one of her many books.
Before he started, though, he barely said above a whisper, "Please
don't hurt Justine, please..." CRUNCH!
Amanda's shin caught Jason between the legs. THWACK! Her hand slapped
him hard across the face as he lunged forward. He barely managed to
not topple over.
"You are NEVER to speak without permission. NEVER AGAIN! This is your
final warning!"
Jason nodded in obeisance. For the next hour, the young man explored
every inch of his Mistress as she rested her feet on his shoulders.
With leash in hand, she directed him this way and that, even telling
him to pay homage to her navel and, as a final favor, to lave her
anus.
"Down on the floor, slaveboy, at my feet," Amanda cooed as she nudged
him with her toe.
Jason kneeled on the carpet at the foot of the bed and needed no
prodding to begin his worship of Amanda's beautiful feet. He gently
bathed each toe in his warm mouth. Amanda giggled.
"That post in your tongue tickles. But it feels good."
Jason continued to adore his Mistress' feet, swirling his tongue
around the ankle and wetly licking the highly arched sole. Amanda's
foot was soft and warm and Jason couldn't get enough of it. Luckily
there were two.
"Okay footboy, time for a break. Follow me to the bathroom."
Still on his knees, Jason followed Amanda to the bathroom and listened
to her lecture.
"See this tub full of water? I soaked in it a good 45 minutes after my
workout this afternoon. What is it you men say? Oh yeah, 'I would
drink a tub of her bathwater just to taste her pussy.' Well, you've had
my pussy, so here's your payment," Amanda said pointing her finger at
the tub.
Jason was dumbfounded. He looked at the tub, then at his Mistress.
"Surely she can't be serious," he thought to himself.
"I know what you're thinking and yes I am serious. You are not to leave
this bathroom until you lick up every drop, or poor Justine will suffer.
And just to make sure that you don't pull the plug from the drain, I'm
putting this choke chain on your testicles and attaching them to the
commode behind you. There will be just enough slack in it for you to
stand up and pee when necessary. And believe me, it will be necessary
many, many times."
After she affixed her slave's balls, she shut the light.
"See you tomorrow toilet boy."
Amanda blew a kiss and closed the door behind her.
Amanda entered her "games" room and found Justine just as she ordered.
The French girl was sprawled over a padded horse with her wrists bound
to the front legs and her ankles bound to the rear. Her cunt and ass
were thrust lewdly, and invitingly, upward. Amanda stroked the smooth
rounded flesh of Justine's pert derriere.
"So milky white, so perfect. I can't bear the thought of marking it
with my crop. At least not yet," Amanda purred. "At least I can have
some fun with your buried treasures."
Amanda buckled up her strap-on and slipped on a pair of latex gloves.
She made sure that the dildo was first properly coated with her viscous
secretions. Jason's agile tongue definitely caused her to spring a
leak.
The Marquesa also liberally coated Justine's anus with her love fluid.
It was quite tight, but Amanda managed to work two slender fingers in.
When both knuckles slid past the sphincter, Justine cried through her
dildo gag and nearly shattered every window in the house.
"A virgin, are we Justine. Well I'm rather honored to be the one to pop
your anal cherry," Amanda proudly declared.
Amanda had her way with the bound girl, loosening her up enough to
stroke furiously. Justine even tried to push backward to meet the
thrusts.
By the amount of fluid dripping down the horse between Justine's legs,
Amanda knew the slave was climaxing.
"What an easy lay!" declared Amanda loudly. "Imagine the heat you could
generate from a real fucking."
The Marquesa slipped the dildo from the harness and left it implanted in
Justine's rump. In fact, she left her tied there like that for the
night.
The next morning, Amanda opened the door to her private bathroom. She
found Jason still on his knees in front of the tub, his belly grossly
distended. But the tub was still half full.
"Failure will be dealt with harshly. However I haven't the time to
punish your girlfriend right now. We have an appointment in the city.
I'll deal with her later. Just wait until she finds out that you were
responsible for her punishment."
Jason kept his mouth shut and his eyes cast downward even though he
knew how impossible it was to have drunk an entire tubful of dirty
bathwater in just one night.
Susie and Sarah readied the slaves for their outing in the city. The
posts were replaced with rings as Jason and Justine had to get used to a
new sensation. This time, Amanda decided to drive and chose her brand
new Mercedes as the twins loaded the human cargo into the trunk.
Justine was blindfolded, but Jason was not. Of course, their hands
were tied behind them and their torsos were belted together. However,
they wore no gags. Instead, Susie simply joined the two tongue rings
together and locked them with a small gold padlock. She shut the trunk
and the five of them were off to the big city.
Jason tried to communicate with his old girlfriend in the dark humid
trunk.
"Does she know that it's me?" he thought to himself.
He could feel her hot breath on his face and her tangled hair seemed to
form a web around his entire head. He tried to articulate, "It's me,
Jason!" But with the locked rings, it sounded incomprehensible.
The long drive proved fruitless to Jason. Even sweating like a bovine,
Justine simply smelled as sweet as the day they first met. In fact, he
hadn't been this close to her since they last made love, some eight
years before.
"Oh...Sweet agony!" Jason cried out. Only no one could hear.
Jason attempted to kiss his beloved, but she painfully tried to pull
away.
"Oh my god! What if she does know that it's me and thinks I'm a
co-conspirator in this debauchery? Well, in a way I am. I'll never
forgive myself if Justine doesn't make it through this madness," Jason
wrestled in his mind.
The shiny black Mercedes finally pulled up to the rear entrance of
Little B.'s Tattoo Studio. Beth greeted the three ladies and seemed very
enthusiastic. The owner of the parlor was in her mid to late 20's and
had spiky jet black hair with a bleached streak on each side just above
the ear. She wore a black t-shirt, black bicycle pants, and black combat
boots. She was only slightly taller than the twins and wore black nail
polish and black lipstick on her pale face.
"Well Amanda, where are your two new pets?" Beth inquired.
"In the boot. I thought we might discuss the menu first. Such talk
might frighten them and we don't want to do that now do we?"
The three ladies laughed as the two slaves nearly melted from the
mid-morning sun.
"So Amanda, what shall it be? Tattoos? Branding? Scarification?"
"Well," Amanda began, "I think for the French dish, maybe something
subtle. Something only those of us who are intimate with her can be
privileged enough to view. Besides, her creamy flesh is just too
exquisite, it would be a shame to mark it or mutilate it in any way."
"And how about the other one?" Beth asked raising one diamond-studded
eyebrow.
"That thing?" Amanda answered, "I want everybody to know WHAT he is and
WHO he belongs to."
"I think I understand," Beth responded and smiled approvingly.
