Australian Holiday
by
beck_and_call@hotmail.com
Chapter 28: slave jason
Jason was given a week's reprieve from ejaculations. Amanda wanted him
"fully loaded" for his three days at Camilla's finishing school. But
she also wanted to make sure that he was so highly sexed, so completely
horny that his compliance would be ensured. This was a major test for
"Rent A Man," a significant turning point. Amanda trusted Camilla
enough to leave Jason alone with her and her students for the entire
three days. She assured her good friend that the subject would be mad
with lust to the breaking point and that he would make a good teaching
tool for the girls.
Amanda drove Jason to Camilla's by herself. She didn't want the twins
there to act as a nuisance. She wanted to be alone with him during
the long drive and talk to him. It was their three month anniversary
together and she wanted to do something special for him.
In fact, like their first date, she drove the Volvo and wore the exact
same wardrobe: A buttoned down, long-sleeved white blouse and a blue
wrap around miniskirt. Ever since they shared a bed together, Jason
became infatuated with his Mistress, falling deeply under her spell. She
understood this and hoped to exploit it. Nevertheless, she felt a
certain symbiosis with him.
Camilla's school consisted of two buildings basically. One was the
actual school itself and the other was the dormitory. Camilla had
just five employees: the elderly woman who ran the dorm, the cook,
the janitor, and two teachers, all female. One of these teachers
was her longtime companion, Rachel.
Camilla, a fortyish sturdily built woman with sandy hair, spent her
adolescence in Catholic school and appreciated the discipline that
such an education wrought. In fact, she ran her classes the same way
and imagined herself as the Mother Superior.
"Now Jenny," Amanda began. "I'm leaving you in good hands. I don't want
you to disappoint me. You will behave and do what Camilla tells you to
won't you sweetie?"
Jason shook his head up and down. His phallus gag was in place and his
hands were cuffed to his side but he wore an over-sized gray sweatshirt
and cotton shorts. His feet were bare.
Camilla came outside to great her guests and offered Amanda a cold
drink.
"No, I hate to run, but I've got some errands to do. I'll send the twins
over on Thursday to pick him up. Here's the control box for Jenny's
belt. I think I explained everything over the phone. Call me if you
have a problem. See ya. Bye-bye Jenny. Love ya."
Jason's cheeks flushed pink. It warmed his heart to hear his Mistress
speak to him like that, even if she was turning him over to a bunch of
strangers -- a pack of lesbians yet.
As Amanda's Volvo created a cloud of dust, Camilla turned to Jason.
"So sunshine. Let's meet the faculty. Half of my staff is out sick,
but I'm sure Rachel would just love to lay her eyes on you."
Jason followed Camilla up the stairs and into the first office on the
right. It was lunch time and all 18 students were in the cafeteria.
Rachel ate alone in her office.
"Rachel, this is the infamous Jenny."
Obviously, the curvy woman with the black nylons and curly brunette hair
was the femme in their relationship. Camilla loved to show her off and
make both men and women envious.
"It's indeed a pleasure to meet you," Rachel said with a mouth full of
celery. "Although the 'SLAVE JENNY' written on your forehead kinda gave
me a hint to your identity," she added with a giggle.
"Rach, honey...I'd like you to help me with this afternoon's class, if
you don't mind."
"You mean your human sexuality class? I'll be there with bells on."
While the students filed into class, Jason was kept in the closet next
to Camilla's desk. She waited for her class to settle down.
"Girls...I have a special treat for you today. In fact, for the next
three days. I'm going to show you how powerful your sexuality is and
what it is capable of and what it can get you in today's world.
I always want you to remember that you can use your feminine charms on
men..."
"MEN???" a chubby-cheeked brunette from the front row responded. "Why
on earth would I want to waste such a thing on a man?"
"You have a lot to learn, Laura. How do you think I was able to purchase
the very land that this school occupies, huh? Rachel simply
sweet-talked the owner of this particular piece of real estate to part
with it for a paltry sum."
"How'd she do that?" Laura inquired.
"Well, that's what I'd like to teach you over the next three days."
Camilla said as she opened the closet door.
An audible gasp met Jason's ears as he walked out into the classroom.
"What's that?" Laura shouted.
"It's slave Jenny, you arse. Can't you read?" replied a striking blonde
from the back row.
"What's a slave Jenny?" asked Laura.
As Camilla explained Jason's new purpose in life, he scanned the
classroom of fresh young girls. The estrogen overwhelmed him and he felt
weak in the knees. The girls were mostly 18 and 19 year-olds. They all
wore the same uniform: black, long-sleeved above-the-knee dresses with
white collars and white leather belts, white anklets, and white patent
leather maryjanes.
Jason could see that they also wore white cotton knickers since Laura
rested her feet up on her desk.
The cute blonde from the back interjected, "You mean we get to see how
randy we could make this pervert? Will we get to wank him off?"
"On his final day with us, yes," Camilla answered
"Lesson one...you can be the most horrible shrew yet still wrap any man
around your pretty little fingers. Diana, come up here please."
The blonde from the back sashayed to the front of the class. Camilla
handed her a pair of scissors.
"Cut off his clothes please."
After Diana cut off Jason's shirt, Camilla cuffed his hands together
behind his back.
"What the hell is that thing?" Diana cried as she stared down at the
orgasm inhibitor belt.
"Just something us girls thought up to control men. In fact, Dr.
Patricia, who gave that lecture here last semester, created it," Camilla
answered.
"Now Diana, what does Jenny's penis say?"
She looked closely at it. "Useless."
"Now slap him."
"What?"
"Slap him across the face," Camilla repeated.
"Thwack."
"Harder."
"THWACK!"
"Again."
"THWACK!"
"Now what does the penis read?" Camilla asked.
"Lady Mowbray's Joystick," Diana answered.
"Now...what did you just learn?"
"I have no idea," the cute blonde giggled.
Camilla turned to the class. "Anybody? Yes, Laura."
"I learned that men actually appreciate an assertive, aggressive
woman, no matter what they may say otherwise," Laura answered with
a generous smile, the teacher's pet apparently.
"Yes...that's definitely part of it, good."
"I bet if I kicked him in the nuts it would make him squirt all over
Laura's fat face," Diana added.
"That's quite enough now young lady, take a seat," Camilla scolded.
The teacher manipulated the controls on the remote, preventing any
release until Thursday, when her students would see a male ejaculate
up close for the first time.
"Ah, Rachel...I'm glad that you could join us," Camilla said. "Our
Jenny here is about to show my girls that it is always proper to allow
the female to climax first." Camilla turned to her class "He's going
to make sure all of you are properly sated before recess -- all
eighteen of you."
Jason's eyes nearly popped out of his head. "ALL EIGHTEEN?" he thought
to himself.
"Does he really enjoy this?" Laura asked.
"I'll just let 'Lady Mowbray's Joystick' answer that for you," Camilla
stated casually.
Jason's gag was removed and he was laid across Camilla's desk. Rachel
tied his ankles together and asked Camilla, "Can we make that nineteen?"
"Sure, why not?" her lover answered.
Rachel lifted her black micro mini and kicked off her silken knickers.
Jason had admired her as soon as he laid eyes on her and was glad that
she was the first. Rachel lowered her bottom onto Jason's upturned
face. As she got closer, he noticed a lattice pattern of red stripes
engraved on her fleshy alabaster orbs. He hungrily lapped at her pussy
flesh but was careful to pace himself. He had the impossible task of
helping 19 women reach orgasm.
While Rachel ground her sopping pink slit into Jason's features, Camilla
bent down to whisper into the slave's ear. "Don't disappoint us, Jenny.
I can be quite cruel when I'm disappointed. Just ask Rachel."
After an hour, Jason wasn't even halfway through. But he begged for
water.
"If it's liquid you want, it's liquid you shall receive," Camilla said
as she straddled Jason's head and peed into his mouth.
The other girls who needed a bathroom break followed suit and Jason
consumed, in total, the bladder contents of seven women.
"I need to pee," Jason croaked.
"Oh, really? Diana, climb on and get your climax while I take care of
this problem," Camilla said.
While the sexy blonde rode Jason's face, Camilla stuck a catheter down
his urethra and attached a plastic tube and a 2 liter bag to it and
hooked it to the handle of the desk drawer.
The pain caused the slave to bite down on Diana's clitoris. Luckily, she
enjoyed it and came violently, flooding his mouth with her pungent
secretions.
Nearly three hours later, Jason's pinioned arms numb, the last of the
girls, Diana's best friend Nina, plopped her fresh young snatch down
onto Jason's sore mouth. He could barely move his tongue but feared
Camilla's wrath. Nina was a looker and wore her brown hair parted in
the middle and pulled back like Diana.
When Nina quivered and moaned, Jason collapsed. His ordeal was finally
over. He would have the taste of pussy juice on his tongue for days to
come.
On Thursday, Jason was so horny, he thought he would have a mental
breakdown. The girls teased him to madness over the previous 48 hours
and while he slept (in a cage next to Camilla and Rachel's bed), he
couldn't even experience nocturnal emissions. Dr. Patricia's horrid belt
would sense an impending wet dream and impede it.
"Alright girls, an A plus to whoever can get Jenny to cum using only
their hands," Camilla announced to the class.
Every student eagerly raised their hand but naturally, Laura was the
first to go. Camilla pressed the 'cont inhib' button on the remote
controller as Laura displayed her technique. It wasn't a very good one
as she yanked Jason's joystick to and fro as he lay on the desk.
For the next 90 minutes, Jason was brought to tears with unfulfilled
lust as girl after girl was unsuccessful. The eighteenth and final
contestant was Nina. She fished around in her backpack and produced a
bottle of baby oil. She squirted some on her hands and first tickled
Jason's balls as she licked his inner ear. The slave nearly bit his
dildo gag in half as Nina started to sensuously caress his cock slowly.
"You know you want me, Jenny," she said to him with her hot breath
against his cheek. "You want to be inside me don't you? This hot rod
would fit into my pussy like a velvet glove. You'd like that wouldn't
you?" Nina said as she worked faster strokes on Jason's cock.
Camilla had planned to press "GO" and put Jason out of his misery, but
somehow Nina's magic brought forth a spontaneous ejaculation. Hot jism
spewed out of his penis like a cannon, actually hitting the ceiling.
That's when Camilla realized the batteries were dead. Shot after shot
of boiling cream spit out of Jason's cock like an angry volcano. One
stray dollop hit Nina in the eye and she slapped him hard across the
face.
Things finally calmed down just in time. Susie and Sarah entered the
classroom to bring Jason home. Without blinking an eye, they clipped
on a leash and the humbler before leading him out to the car.
"Yes, of course. Alright then. Yes, Rebecca will be in contact. Hai.
Sou desu. Arigatou. Sayonara, Ayano." Amanda hung up her telephone
and turned to Brianna.
"That was Ayano Kitayama. I just closed the deal."
"Oh Amanda," Brianna began, "Are you sure about this?"
"What do you mean, am I sure?" You're the one who talked me into this,"
Amanda replied tersely.
"I know. It's just that it seems so...DRASTIC."
"Yes, but you know as well as me that this arrangement, more important
than the money, will spread some serious word of mouth...
internationally. Our little venture can become more than a hobby for me
and a meal ticket for you. It can become our legacy."
This Japanese excursion was indeed drastic. But Brianna talked her
friend and business partner into contacting the renowned Ayano Kitayama
for the strict purpose of making a name for themselves and their new
business partnership.
Ms. Kitayama was the widow of the late real estate developer, Kenji
Kitayama. He made Ayano a very wealthy woman. She was in her early
forties, childless, and lived alone in Kyoto with her dogs and her
goldfish. But she was notoriously known in the city as Ayano "The
Maneater." She earned this moniker for her habit of picking up male
prostitutes inside hotels and offering them ungodly sums of money to do
some pretty perverted things. Needless to say, she had no return
customers.
"Did I tell you that Camilla called?" Brianna added. "She says that the
mother of one of her students offered to buy Jenny from us. I told her
that he wasn't for sale, just rent. He IS becoming valuable, isn't he?
Oh, and she says that she wants Jenny back next semester for a full
week. Matriculation should be doubled by then and Camilla has lots of
ideas fermenting in her brain."
Amanda smiled as she left the kitchen and strolled to Jason's cell for a
heart to heart talk.
"Jenny, sweetie, I want you to listen very carefully."
Amanda sat down on the mattress beside Jason and cradled his head
against her bosom.
"I've done something that will make you hate me," the Marquesa began
while soothingly stroking her slave's hair. "I've rented you for an
entire month to a Japanese woman. She'll have you picked up here a week
from Sunday and you'll fly on a private plane. Doesn't that sound
nice?"
Jason, gagged by that infernal phallus, looked up at Amanda's flushed
visage. His furrowed brow indicated his concern.
"Anyway, she's paying for all the travel expenses and has offered me a
huge some of money for your services. Unfortunately, since it's such a
large sum I could not limit Ms. Kitayama...that's her name...I could not
subject her to any conditions nor hold her to any qualifications.
However, I did convince her to provide a collateral payment to guarantee
your safety. Consider it a security deposit. If she...how can I put
this? If you don't make it back here...well, I get to keep the
deposit.
Jason started to hyperventilate.
"Sssshhhh...relax sweetie. I'll see you again. I promise. The only
thing is, well, I don't know how important that deposit is to her. It
may only be a drop in the bucket for someone with her standing. She may
simply consider it a license to..."
Amanda broke off when she saw Jason start to cry. She cuddled him and
gently rocked back and forth. The slave whimpered as his Mistress
hummed a lullaby in his ear.
"I promise to make it up to you when you return," she reassured him.
The next day, Amanda tried to make it business as usual to keep Jason
from thinking too far ahead. She genuinely cared for him, but knew that
this was an important sacrifice for him to make.
Justine was waiting for the young man in the "games" room. She was laid
across a padded bench while her wrists were fastened over her head and
secured to an O ring bolted to the floor. Justine's ankle cuffs were
attached to a ceiling pulley and raised until she was able to see her
toes. This left her tender pussy wide open and vulnerable to the whims
of the twins.
Susie brought over a basin filled with hot water, a towel, and a can of
shave gel. Her sister followed behind with a straight-edged razor.
Justine would have screamed in sheer terror if not for the penis gag.
Jason's eyes bugged out of his head when he saw the light bounce off the
dangerous instrument. He was placed on his knees at the foot of the
bench as Susie began to apply the water and gel to Justine's pubic bush.
She sensuously rubbed it in, even working it along the French girl's
inner thighs as Sarah began playing with her tits -- her own and that of
her female slave's.
When Susie was ready to shave the hair off, she decided to drop her
skirt and knickers and mount Justine's head. With the gag in place,
there wasn't much breathing room and Jason knew it. He wanted to
protest for his girlfriend but knew it was futile. Justine couldn't
protest either because if she knocked Susie off her perch, the hand
holding the blade might slip.
Justine breathed in Susie's natural musk deeply, trying to suck in any
air possible, as the fiery redhead slowly and methodically sliced off
every pubic hair on that French mound. After every stroke, Susie would
carefully rinse off the razor in the basin between Justine's legs,
always taking a quick peek at Jason who she winked at and smiled for.
"There," Susie declared as she climbed off the bench. "Clean as a
whistle."
Sarah pushed the basin towards the edge of the bench and removed Jason's
gag.
"Come on lil' doggie. Have a bowl of vichyssoise," Sarah urged.
"That means cold potato soup you dope!" Susie ridiculed.
"Okay then...Have some French onion...Have some hot, hairy French soup,
Jenny," Sarah added, as she looked at her sister with anger.
With his hands still shackled behind him, Jason slowly stuck his nose in
the bowl and looked at Sarah.
"Come on. It may be the closest you'll ever get to that fine French
snatch again," she said.
Jason looked at the soupy mess in front of him. It was cloudy and
filled with Justine's dark chocolate colored pubes. He slurped at it
like a dog, coughing occasionally on a hair. When he hit the bottom of
the basin, Sarah assisted by tilting it. She finally ordered him to
lick the bottom of the basin dry.
"Look Susie, all gone," she proudly announced as she held up the plastic
bowl for all to see.
Jason licked his lips as he stared at Justine's hairless, pink, and
tender cunt. "Would this indeed be the closest that I ever get to it
again?" he pondered. He would soon have more serious things to ponder.
D Day finally arrived - "Departure Day." A limousine waited for Jason
as Ms. Kitayama's personal assistant, Kaori Tahara, introduced herself
to the Marquesa. She was a recent graduate with an MBA earned in the
United States.
"Konnichiwa, Ms. Tahara. The twins are on their way down with the
'merchandise.' I trust you have the contract?"
"Yes. Ayano has signed it and here is your check."
Amanda looked at the amount and nearly fainted as Jason was led out the
front door and put in the trunk. The last thing he heard was Sarah
calling out "Don't forget to write!"
