Australian Holiday
by
beck_and_call@hotmail.com
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.
