Message-ID: <13494eli$9807300152@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: beck_and_call@hotmail.com Subject: AUSTRALIAN HOLIDAY chapters 11 & 12 (MF,FF,femdom,cbt,ws,nc) Newsgroups: alt.sex.femdom,alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories.bondage Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <6pn0bi$7iu$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> 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 ================== AUSTRALIAN HOLIDAY Chapter 11: Lady Mowbray Amanda went to the side board, opened a drawer and came back with a fresh set of wrist cuffs and a length of cord. " Oh no. Not again," thought Jason. She threw him the cuffs. " Put these on." While he was doing it, she removed the ring gag from his mouth. The relief was wonderful. He moved his mouth and face to relieve the painful muscles. He dare not use his hands. He had been ordered to fasten the cuffs and this must be done first. " Stand up." Jason was disappointed. He had hoped the removal of the gag would be followed by an order to eat her pussy. Amanda knelt in front of him. His battered cock rested against her cheek. He moved his hips, trying to masturbate himself against her face. For a wonderful moment he thought she was going to allow it. Then she grasped his tender balls and he lost all interest. " Naughty Jenny." Amanda tied the cord to the D ring on his testicles. She then stood up and fetched two one-foot lengths of chain and four small padlocks. " Fasten your ankles together and then your wrists." When he had finished to her satisfaction, she took his arm and led him to the dining table that was set for three. " Get under the table." She threaded the cord between the table legs, so that it reached out at the head of the table where Lady Mowbray went and sat down. She rang a small hand bell on the table. Sarah, Susie and another older woman came in. The were carrying a delicious roast dinner for three people. Jason realized he was starving. " Madge, fetch the wine and the dessert. I will need you to help clean up afterwards. Then you may have the night off." " Thank you Madam." If she saw Jason under the table, she said nothing. She was totally loyal and would quite literally give her life for her Mistress. When she was gone, Amanda said, " Right girls. Let's get ready to feed him." He saw them stand up. Their skirts fell to the floor. Then he saw them step out of their knickers. All three sat down on the edge of their chairs, their legs wide apart. He looked around him. There were three sets of open thighs. At the end of each set was an open cunt. Jason was just edging towards Susie's when he heard the command " EAT!" and felt a tug on his sensitive testicles. He looked towards the voice and saw a piece of roast chicken protruding from Amanda's cunt. He crawled towards it, ate the chicken and licked the lips that had held it. He felt a yank at his balls. " I said eat. Nothing else." Jason felt a stinging blow from a riding crop on his left buttock. He turned in that direction and saw a piece of broccoli protruding from Susie's cunt. He crawled over and ate it. A stinging blow on his right buttock attracted his attention to Sarah's food-filled cunt. Sometime later, his buttocks were sore, his testicles ached even more, but Jason was well fed. The girls left the table. Amanda pulled on his string and he crawled out after them. She guided him to a thick artificial bear skin rug, in front of an artificial log fire. Then she put her foot on him and pushed him over onto his back. The length of chain allowed his wrists to rest at his sides. Amanda knelt over his face. " Now, really eat me." He felt his cock cage being removed. The relief was indescribable. Then the strap around his balls was removed. Finally, his cock was slipped into the soft, warm, well lubricated artificial vagina. At the same time, gentle hands caressed his aching balls. The relief was explosive. He passed out. In a semi-conscious state, Jason felt himself being carried by four women to his room. He heard part of their conversation. " Tomorrow. Hog-tie him in the boot. Keep him quiet. Go to the back entrance of the surgery. Doctor Patricia and her nurse want him all day." The rest was vague. He slept as though in a coma. Chapter 12: slave jason The sunrise woke Jason as light filtered through the bars of his cell. He couldn't see the sun, though. Hadn't seen it for a couple of days. But the young man with the girl's name felt refreshed. Funny how a good night's sleep could do that. Jason stretched his tight muscles as far as his chains would allow and began pacing the room for exercise. Back and forth, up and back. This went on for about a half hour as the rest of the house slept. A few deep knee bends later and Jason was feeling like his old self. This was to be short-lived however. Susie unlocked the door first and brought him his bowl of porridge, which he customarily ate off the floor. No bowl of water though. "Sarah will be in shortly to 'water you,'" was the way the young girl oddly described it. She left Jason alone as he licked all traces of the gruel from his lips. The taste didn't even bother him any more. "By the way, Jenny, what's the correct spelling of Justine's last name? Madame can't make out your handwriting." Jason was shocked. "The address book," he thought to himself. "I thought that was destroyed." He thought back to his first day at Lady Mowbray's's manor and realized that she never did cut the small book up. "She must have pocketed it in her kimono." Justine. The name buzzed in his head. "Was Amanda going to contact her in Indonesia? Lord no! I don't want her to see me like this," Jason argued in his mind. Jason and Justine were engaged for two years until he broke it off and devastated his fiancee. He really did love her but his friends talked him out of it. "You're too young," they reasoned, and besides, "she ain't going anywhere." Well, they both graduated and never did keep in touch. Jason never did find anyone better and hoped he could make it up to her. He even fantasized about proposing again. "Well, dummy? HER NAME!" Susie scolded. Jason stuttered, then responded. "B-O-U-L-A-N-G-E-R" "Mmmm...sounds French. Yummy. Thanks, Jen," Susie chirped as she jotted it down on a small notepad and turned to leave. The thick door creaked shut and the lock clicked loudly. Jason was mystified, and scared. "What were Amanda's plans for Justine. What were her plans for me for that matter?" he debated in his head. Just then Sarah entered. But she had no water with her. "On your back Jenny, and be quick about it," she huffed. But Jason just stood there wondering where the beverage was. Out of nowhere, the toe of Sarah's pump struck Jason in his groin. He fell to his knees. "My commands are her Ladyship's commands. You ever disobey an order from anyone in this household and it will be considered a transgression against Lady Mowbray herself. Understand?" the young redhead barked. "Yes...mmma'am," Jason coughed. >From his supine position, Jason saw Sarah, who had her back to him, wiggle her hips enticingly and peel down her knickers. Her smooth pale ass was a scrumptious sight indeed. "What are you looking at pervert? Never seen a bum before?" Sarah then walked over to Jason's face, literally walked over. She stepped full on his belly with her pump and he exhaled deeply. "That'll teach you to follow an order too slowly." While Jason recovered, Sarah straddled his head and planted her pussy squarely over his mouth. "Form a seal over my luscious lips, Jenny honey, and don't spill a drop." It started as a trickle but as the torrent flowed, Jason had a hard time keeping up. He was in a quandary. He had to avoid choking, he thought, or there would be more than a drop spilled. But if he didn't swallow fast enough, it would run down his cheeks. Thankfully, Jason swallowed all of Sarah's copious morning piss. "Thanks, Jen. You're a good girl. You have my permission to lick me dry." Sarah put her panties back on and removed the slave's wrist chain. She ordered Jason to tend to himself in the bathroom down the hall and meet her and her sister in the garage in ten minutes. The young man hurriedly arrived at the appointed time and was met by the flame haired vixens who stood in front of the Volvo with beaming smiles. A large rubber dildo gag hung from the tip of Susie's manicured finger. He obediently crouched down as she tightly strapped it on. It effectively trapped Jason's tongue, silencing him. "Turn around sweetheart and keep your hands together behind your back," Susie urged. She then proceeded to slip on a black leather armbinder. "He'd better get on his stomach," Sarah chimed in. Jason lay on the cold concrete floor of the garage as the twins pulled the armbinder up past his elbows and began to lace it up. "Cinch it tight Susie, here let me show you." Sarah placed one sharp heel in the middle of Jason's shoulder blade for leverage and pulled on the laces for all she was worth. "Susie, you tighten the straps. Hurry, before I let go." The gag stifled Jason's shriek. Susie buckled two leather straps - one at the wrist, one at the forearm. Sarah, the stronger of the two, buckled the one at the elbow, simultaneously forcing her heel deeper into Jason's shoulder blade. The girls ordered him to his feet, which took some difficulty. What a sight! Jason's elbows were almost touching, as his shoulders arched severely backward. He was in the most pain yet in his short tenure as a slave. Susie opened the Volvo's trunk and ordered Jason to step into it. He hesitated then noticed the cattle prod in Sarah's right hand and practically dove in. He hit his left testicle on the rubber lip of the trunk and his left shoulder painfully banged into the trunk's bottom. Jason bit down hard on the penis gag as he lay on his belly. Susie wrapped a blindfold around his head and Sarah attached his ankle hobble to the wrist loop and closed the lid of the trunk, sealing in the slave. The twins quibbled over who would do the driving. They were pretty immature when it came to things like this. For about five minutes Jason could hear their muffled voices shriek about how "I'm the better driver...No I am!" He just turned his head from side to side as tears welled up in his covered eyes. Finally they did "rocks, paper, scissors" and Susie won. That was unfortunate for she truly was a poor driver. In fact, she had her license revoked a month before. They tore out of the garage like a bat out of hell. Jason was jostled and hit his head here and his scrotum there. But his shoulders carried the brunt of the damage as they were already in tremendous agony. The car trip made him feel like a carving knife was slowly jabbed into his back, ready to split him in to two like a roast chicken. During the long trip to the hospital, the sisters relaxed and enjoyed their favorite CD's...Mariah Carey, the new Madonna songs. They had a lot of time to kill and cheerfully sung along. At this point Jason couldn't hear anything but the bumpy ground below and the engine vibrating in his brain. The black Volvo eventually pulled into the hospital parking lot and drove around back. It was fairly deserted as it was still quite early A short nurse was at the door to greet them. She was angry. "You're 20 minutes late," she said calmly but sternly, her brow furrowed. "Dr. Patricia is waiting for you." Nurse Isabella was a tiny little thing, mid-forties, with short shiny dark hair parted in the middle and combed behind her ears. "We must be careful as you no doubt already know. This is a very delicate situation," Isabella said to the twins. "Yes, we know. Lady Mowbray filled us in on all the details," added Sarah. "Good. We must get Amanda's slave into the hospital without anybody seeing him. No doctors, no orderlies, nobody. He is not a sanctioned patient and this is not an official check-in, so we must be vigilant." Nurse Isabella gave the two girls hospital scrubs to wear over their skirts. They were light blue and loose-fitting and slipped on easily . They changed their shoes also and were given false ID tags. While the sisters pulled Jason from the trunk, Isabella brought out a large rolling laundry basket to the Volvo. Drool seeped from the corners of his mouth and a sheen of perspiration coated Jason's naked form which made him difficult to handle. He slipped from Susie's slick hands and fell to the concrete below. Fortunately, he only received a knee abrasion in the process. "Hey, you're a lucky little slave. Good thing we're already at the hospital," Susie chirped. The trio finally got him to his feet and into the basket. Sarah parked the car while Susie and Isabella headed inside. Luckily, they made it to the elevator with no problems. Susie effectively covered up Jason with soiled sheets. The nurse pressed the button to the fourth floor when suddenly she heard, "Hold that lift!" It was Dr. Rossi, he had an early surgery scheduled that day. "Good morning ladies," the good-looking young doctor beamed, eyeing Susie. He looked at the girl's name tag and Nurse Isabella got nervous. "You must be new here Susan. I'm Dr. Rossi." "Nice to meet you doctor." They shook hands and the door opened to the second floor. The doctor didn't even notice the slight movements coming from underneath the dirty linen. Dr. Rossi stepped out, turned around and waved. The door closed and Isabella breathed easier. "You have a new admirer," the nurse said to her cohort. "Yes I know. I seem to attract them like flies to honey." When they reached the fourth floor, a rather quiet one, the two women stepped out with the laundry and made there way to Dr. Patricia's office at the end of the hall. "You'd better find your sister and bring her up here. We don't want her getting lost. Wait, first you'd better take the empty basket with you." The office was barren. Dr. Patricia canceled all her appointments and gave her receptionist the day off. The good doctor herself was in the cafeteria having breakfast as her nurse and Susie struggled to get Jason on the floor. Mission accomplished. Jason lay in a crumpled heap on the thinly carpeted floor in the middle of the surgeon's office. Jason was more terrified than he had ever been in his life. He had a fake phallus in his mouth, a lump in his throat, and a knot in his stomach. It couldn't get much worse than this, he thought. He thought wrong. "Hi Isabella. I had a miserable morning. The eggs were runny and the bacon wasn't crisp...oh, what do we have here?" Dr. Patricia said entering her office. "Our little project doctor," her nurse added. "Let's go in for a closer look." The doctor crouched down and pulled Jason's blindfold off. "Hello Jenny. I've heard so much about you. Permit me to introduce myself. I'm Dr. Patricia." Jason was thunderstruck. Before him stood a Goddess. It was hard to tell from his vantage point, but she seemed a tall drink of water like Amanda. She had long glossy chestnut hair that was pulled back from her striking face in a professional manner. Bubbly green eyes and a cute upturned nose highlighted her face. Her lips were polished a pale pink and she gave Jason a little peck on his nose, leaving a print. She seemed to be in her mid-thirties but the young man was never a good judge of that type of thing. The twins finally entered the office, waking Jason from his reverie. The four women exchanged pleasantries and pulled up chairs encircling the trussed slave. --to be continued ================= Please drop us a line. All comments are welcome at: beck_and_call@hotmail.com -----== Posted via Deja News, The Leader in Internet Discussion ==----- http://www.dejanews.com/rg_mkgrp.xp Create Your Own Free Member Forum -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----