Australian Holiday
by
beck_and_call@hotmail.com
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.
