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Subject: Breeders (3/9)  "The Breeders"
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the patience to fully enjoy the sophistications of true eroticism.  
Hard cocks and soft brains, what a wasteful combination, he 
thought.
     "I was trying to explain to Carolyn about the psychological 
aspects of using animals for sexual pleasure," Jason began, 
disgust edging his voice.
     "Psych, smych!" Mario grinned, "Let's get down to the 
fuckin'!"
     "Your intelligence is only exceeded by your tact, Mario," 
Jason said insultingly.  Some day he would lose all patience and 
use the dog whip on that stupid boy.  If he didn't need him, he 
could think of a lot of clever innovations for Mario, but 
unfortunately he did need him.  "I was about to show Carolyn the 
advantages of bottle feeding our dogs, and ..."
     "... and you wanted me to demonstrate on, right?"
     "That's right," Jason agreed coldly.  "It's time Carolyn 
learned to understand ... and appreciate ... what we do here in 
the lab."
     "Oh, she's gonna appreciate it," Mario chuckled and walked 
over to stand within easy reach of the girl.  He made a great show 
of unzipping his pants fly and fumbling around in the tight pants 
before hauling out his long limp penis.  He grinned at the girl 
and wiggled it at her. "Aren't ya, baby doll?  That hot little 
puss of yours really appreciates it.  You goddam near drowned me 
with appreciation before ya got the fuzzy thing fucked off!"
     Mario grinned as he saw the girl flush even darker at his 
words. Maybe he wasn't so suave as the famous Jason Benson, he 
thought, but the girls liked his youthful good looks and got 
hotter'n pistols when he talked plain sex at 'em and hung his dong 
out to dry before their startled eyes.  He skinned it back and 
began the slow systematic massage which coaxed the long organ to 
life.  Up and down, up and down.
     "S'better than having a cocksuckin' girlfriend, or in your 
case," he nodded to Carolyn, "a breast fed boyfriend, cause 
there's eight or ten pups to a litter and they all gotta be fed!  
Good thing I got a long cock or it'd be a nubbin by now."
     Carolyn's eyes widened as she looked at him.  He surely 
couldn't mean what he was insinuating.  He was just trying to 
upset her.  It was childish, like a little boy putting worms down 
your back ... childish, like a young man flaunting his stiff penis 
before you.  She watched him playing with it.  He would shape his 
hand around the pole, slide it out to the end and back, skinning 
the head clean, then he would take his thumb and rub back and 
forth across the coronal ridge.  Carolyn could see the pink beast 
moving in his hand like a thing alive.  It seemed alive.  Each 
careful stroke increased its growth with frightening regularity.  
She could see a small drop of fluid ooze from its fat head and 
drop to the floor.
     "I'm about ready, boss," Mario said quietly to the older man.
     Jason nodded and walked over to the cage area.  He looked up 
and down the line of wire kennels, pursed his lips in indecision 
and frowned.
     "How about Bravo?" Mario suggested.  "He's got a soft mouth 
like a girl."
     Jason shrugged his shoulders, picked up a choke chain from a 
rack of many, and walked to the third cage.  The big fawn-colored 
dog rose to his feet and danced about anxiously.  Jason unlocked 
the cage, slipped the noose around his great head, and led him 
back to where Mario waited.
     "Sit, Bravo, sit."  Jason said sternly.  "It's been several 
days since he's been exercised this way.  Would you rather prelim 
him on the girl?" Mario looked at Carolyn and grinned.
     "You wanna break him in today, baby?" he asked.
     Carolyn's eyes grew wider with fear and she pressed hard into 
the corner, her hands crossed before the nest of brown curls at 
her crotch. Mario grinned even wider.
     "No?  All right, I'll use him first.  Tell ya what, though, I 
think I'll wet it down with cunt first.  Never heard of no dog 
ever biting a cunt-soaked cock."
     Mario walked to the canvas-covered table in the center of the 
room and pulled the cloth from its lines.  Carolyn's wide eyes 
followed his every move.  She noticed the table before, but an 
examining table in a hospital area, even for dogs, was hardly 
unusual.  But this table was very unusual.  She looked at it 
anxiously.  It resembled the hourglass shape of a human body with 
low stirrups at one end and to the sides.  Several sets of woven 
straps with great silver buckles hung from its sides.  The plastic 
table itself, perhaps an inch thick, was supported by three 
hydraulic lifts.  It reminded her of the service station racks 
which raised and lowered cars for servicing.  Servicing!  She 
shivered.  She could guess its use.
     Jason stood to one side and gestured for Carolyn to move out 
of the comer and join Mario at the table.  She couldn't move; fear 
had fastened her to the ground.  She trembled where she stood.  
Jason tapped the whip impatiently against his leg.  Mario stood by 
the table, casually jacking up his big penis and watching the by-
play.  It amused him to watch the 'Big Man' whip himself into a 
fury.  It was quite a hang-up he had, couldn't get a hard on until 
he had brought a woman to her knees one way or the other.  If it 
wasn't the whip, it was the dogs.  Mario shrugged. He could wait.  
Sometimes it was stimulating to see Jason whip the new ones.  He 
was a real master with the coil.  Mario leaned back against the 
table, his hand still caressing the cock he held.  He could wait.  
It wouldn't take long.
     And it didn't.  When the girl didn't move at his first 
command, Jason snaked the whip behind him and snapped it out with 
a turn of his wrist. The slim tip flicked across the pink tip of 
Carolyn's bare breast, biting a two inch cut into the soft flesh 
just above the fat little tit.
     "The table, Carolyn," Jason's voice sliced the silence as 
deftly as his leather whip had twice spilled her blood.
     She looked down at the thin red line across her breast and 
watched the thick drops that welled from its length and ran slowly 
down her side. This wasn't happening to her, it wasn't, it wasn't.  
Numbly, she walked toward the table.  As she passed the dog who 
had sat through it all, he leaned his thick neck out and lapped at 
the drops which painted lines down her leg.  Dazed, she hardly 
noticed.
     Mario watched her walk slowly toward him like a windup doll 
that falters with each step.  He let his eyes slide down her bare 
figure, pausing at the points of his own particular interest.  As 
he studied the thick brown mat of hair between her legs, he felt 
his own body respond. His long penis was getting fat now, well fed 
and heavy.  He took it in his hand, aimed the bold head at Carolyn 
like a bloody spear, and slowly rubbed the corona with his thumb.  
As she reached the table's end, Mario made a grand bow and 
gestured with his free hand toward the table top. Numbly, she 
watched as he pressed a button beneath the table's edge and 
lowered it to a level she could easily reach.  His free hand 
pressed her down and she felt the cool plastic give beneath her 
weight, shaping itself to her curves, wrapping up around her and 
holding her comfortably firm in its grip.
     Mario dropped the fat organ in his hand and pressed her 
shoulders down with both hands so that the soft woven straps would 
fasten easily. As he cinched the buckle down across her chest, the 
girl seemed to get control of her mind and began to struggle.
     "What are you doing?" she yelled.  "Don't tie me down.  Oh, 
don't! Please don't!"
     Her forehead was damp with the cold sweat of fear.  What in 
heaven were they doing?  She could hear Mario's suddenly excited 
breathing. Jason had walked to the other side of the table and was 
fastening her other arm securely, bending it at the elbow and 
buckling the straps to something beneath the table, forcing her 
arms back so the pectoral muscles pulled the big breasts high and 
made them firm to the touch.  Her aims hurt at the sockets from 
the backward pressure and she winced as he pulled the strap 
tighter and tighter.  She lashed out with her legs, trying to kick 
these human leeches from her tortured body, but the two men only 
laughed.  Each grabbed an ankle and forced her feet into the side 
stirrups and fastened the band across her instep and behind her 
heels.  If she could only get her feet loose now, she could reach 
them reach them both, but the straining muscles failed to pull her 
feet free.  Panting, her muscles aching from frantic efforts to 
free her body, Carolyn finally admitted defeat and lay panting and 
quiet upon the table which cupped her body like a non-skid nest.
     The two men stood over her looking down and each in their own 
way enjoying her helplessness.  Mario rocked back and forth like a 
cobra swaying and ready to strike, his blood-fattened penis 
flopping lazily from the gaping pants' fly.  He knew Carolyn's 
eyes were fastened on it in frozen agony.  At first he stood hands 
on hips letting the heavy head bounce lewdly against her bare 
flesh.  He watched the wet spots dot the girl's body, watched with 
delight as she tried to strain against the straps and pull her 
body away from its touch but the binding straps held fast.  His 
smile grew broader and he ran his stiff pointed tongue back and 
forth across the white ridges of his teeth.  He could feel the 
pressure building inside his cock.  The slap-slap of its heavy 
head against her naked skin was stimulating the need to squirt his 
juice.  If he didn't stop soon, it would be too late and he would 
wash her pink nipples with sperm.  Not yet, not yet ... he wanted 
to do things to this pretty she- bitch, lots of things ... it 
wasn't time to flood her guts yet.  He pulled away from the table 
and winked at her wide staring eyes.
     "Later, baby doll," he spoke softly, pursing his lips as if 
mimicking her pouting mouth.  "Daddy's gotta feed the doggies 
first.  The big boss man wanted you to see how good we train our 
canine compadres.  You watch now, you watch good, cause pretty 
soon I'm gonna let you see if you can do it as good as the dogs 
can."
     He grinned lewdly down at her for a moment, then snapped his 
fingers at the dog.
     "Ready, boy?" he asked the prancing dog, "Sit!  Sit there 
just another goddamn minute while I soak it up juicy for you."
     Carolyn watched with horrified eyes as the slim young man 
patted the dog on the head, then walked to the foot of the table 
to which she was strapped and pressed her legs even farther apart.  
He patted the furry little pad between her thighs and pulled the 
puffy lips apart with his thumbs.
     "Hey, there it is," he whispered hoarsely, "such a cute 
little pink cubbyhole too."
     He leaned his body forward until the hot shiny head of his 
penis rested against the pink slit of her crotch.  He frowned 
briefly and leaned over to press the button just under the plastic 
edge beside Carolyn's hips.  There was a soft hum and the platform 
raised up an inch or two. His stiff organ poked at the little 
opening, between her legs.  He smiled. It was just right.  He put 
his warm wet palms on her white flesh and massaged, pressing and 
kneading the unwilling body, and all the while knocking at the 
door of her pussy palace with his blood-red cock.  Small drops of 
lubrication welled out its fat tip and wet the tender lips.  Now 
the oversized organ slid more easily.  He pressed forward and it 
popped inside with a wet slurping sound ... and he heaved himself 
hard into her body, burying the shaft deep in her guts. 
"Aaahhhhhrrrggg," he groaned loudly, "You're strangling him in 
that tight little hole.  F'god sakes, let go some juice and wet it 
up a little!" He pulled it back experimentally.
     "Jesus!" He slid it in gingerly and winced.  "What the hell 
makes you so tight?  You could a'swallowed a shetland pony the 
other night you were so fuckin' wet!"
     "Perhaps she was," Jason growled with exasperation as the boy 
hung up in the woman's dry box, "but the King had made her hot 
first."
     "You saying I can't get a woman hot," Mario spat at him, 
"that what you're saying???"
     "You were the one complaining, as I recall, not the dog." 
"Why you dirty son of a bitch ..."
     The whip in Jason's hand cracked loudly and the blood spurted 
from a gash on Mario's cheek.  Hell burned in Jason's angry eyes.
     "Don't ... you ... ever ... say a thing like that to me 
again!"
     "Okay, okay," Mario backed down, "I didn't mean anything by 
it, fer Christ sake." "I called you down here to demonstrate ... 
not to make a fool of yourself."  Jason reprimanded.  "Now, 
DEMONSTRATE."
     "Alright, ALRIGHT."  Mario pulled his long hard penis slowly 
from between the girl's legs.  It popped free with a loud sucking 
sound and Carolyn moaned with relief.
     "Stand beside the girl," Jason directed impatiently, "NO, 
stupid, not beside me, beside the girl!  I want her to see how 
gentle my boys are ... how talented ... how effective."
     "Aawwww, I don't wanna go all the way," complained the 
disgruntled Mario, "can't I finish up on the girl?" "There will be 
plenty of time for that later."
     Mario breathed heavily out through his nose and set his feet 
firmly apart, one hand on the table to steady himself.  He snapped 
his fingers at the prancing dog.
     "Here, Bravo," he called out to the dog, "Suck, boy, suck."
     The dog scrambled across the tile floor and stopped before 
the waiting man, his tail flailing the floor frantically, his 
tongue dropping with anticipation.
     "Easy, Bravo," Mario cautioned, his hand grasping the dog's 
snout and holding it shut, "EASY, I said."  The dog quieted down a 
little.  "Now, sit.  That's a good boy."
     Mario grasped his long wagging cook from each side with a 
restraining thumb and forefinger and held it rigidly upright.  The 
dog whined.  Mario wriggled the pink pole before the dog 
teasingly.  The animal stretched his thick neck as far forward as 
he could and sniffed at the fat cock.  Mario flinched as the cold 
black nose touched his warm prick and the hot air of the dog's 
excited breath tickled its tip.  He held the cock in his fingers 
and waved it in front of the dog's mouth.  The long tongue lashed 
out and licked at the human lollypop, flavored with its musky 
scent of a woman in heat.  It was faint, the heady scent of 
female, faint but it was there ... and the dog was noticeably 
excited.  His long thick tongue lapped the underside of Mario's 
waiting organ with long slow swipes.  Mario's reaction was one of 
instant pleasure.  He pushed his loins outward, bowing his body 
toward the anxious dog who responded with eager tongue.  Mario 
closed his eyes and chewed on his lower lip.
     Carolyn turned her face away from the scene of debauchery 
taking place less then three feet from her face.  Jason watched 
her reaction carefully.  He had expected the sight of a full grown 
man deliberately stimulated by the dog's dripping tongue would 
have, at the very least, a lethal fascination.  He took the 
leather wrapped handle of the dog whip in his hand and pushed 
Carolyn's face back toward Mario and the dog.
     "Watch them," he ordered harshly, "you must learn how these 
things are done."
     Carolyn watched.  There was nothing else she could do.  She 
watched Mario's fingers subtly manipulate the firm flesh at the 
base of his excited organ.  She watched the intricate licking 
motions of the big dog's tongue as it wiped the length of the 
sensitive lower side of the man's penis and then curled over the 
damp end.  Mario gently poked at the huge dog's mouth with the end 
of his cock.  Each time the long tongue would lash out, he pushed 
the fat head at the dog's mouth.  The fourth time he probed 
forward, the animal seemed to understand what was expected of him 
and his rough red tongue wrapped itself around the man's penis and 
seemed to hold it motionless in his hot mouth.  Carolyn was 
fascinated with the terrible scene taking place within reach of 
her hand.  The gaunt animal held Mario's stiff cock in his mouth 
as if he were retrieving a bird from the field.  Mario was 
breathing rapidly now; his eyes half-closed, his lips open and 
straining hard against his teeth.
     "Suck, Bravo," he crooned to the dog at his loins, "that's 
it, boy. Oh, that's good.  Good dog.  A little more, just a little 
more ... NOW!"
     Mario thrust his moving hips hard forward and the long stiff 
penis slid over the curved tongue and deep into the dog's open 
jaws.
     "SUCK, BOY, SUCK IT HARD!" He ordered in a loud firm voice, 
then smiled lewdly as his command was rewarded with watery sucking 
sounds from the dog's half open mouth.
     Carolyn watched in horror as the dog's thick rough tongue 
rubbed rapidly back and forth under Mario's jerking cock.  
Sometimes she could see the heavy headed penis squirting its white 
sperm onto the dog's willing tongue.  She was sure she was going 
to be ill again, but she could not tear her eyes from the animal 
orgy at her side.  Jason's strong hand held her head so she was 
forced to watch.  She tried to close her eyes but she couldn't.  
Her skin was flushed with shame, heated by the outrage which 
roared in her mind.  The dog's attempt at sucking reminded her of 
thirsty animals sucking up water from an open gutter.  Perverse 
pleasures, inconceivable depravity, this was the gutter of mankind 
... and sooner or later, Carolyn knew she too must wade through 
the contaminated gutters of this madman's mind.
     Jason's pleasure twisted face never left the girl's body.  
The expressions of grim horror on the girl's face stirred life in 
his dormant loins.  Small tremors of pleasure played hide and seek 
between his legs and slid up and down his awakening prod.  He 
watched her helpless body for every ... for any ... reaction.  He 
heard Mario's first crude grunts of gratification before he was 
rewarded with the subtle response of the girl's open crotch.  Her 
legs splayed far apart by the restraining straps, the plush lips 
of her vagina spread wide, Jason could look into the open mouth of 
her bitch's body.  As she watched the jerking cock spew out its 
tasty reward into the dog's mouth, the fat pink lips contracted 
too ... squeezing together, clamping tight shut around the 
imagined organ poking at her vitals, milking it into the fire of 
her own loins.  Spread-eagled before Jason, her ivory buttocks 
opened for his eager eyes.  The cheeks of her firm little ass 
closed over the wrinkled round hole.  Closed and relaxed.  Closed 
and released.  As Mario groaned his soul away, Jason watched 
several drops of thick liquid trickle from between the hairy lips 
and grow sticky in the crease of her buttocks.
     Jason smiled and nodded.  Good.  Very good.  She was actively 
stimulated, then, by Mario's performance with the dog.  That meant 
the sweet musky smell of her oozing vagina would be strong enough 
to attract the dogs.  He looked down the line of cages.  Every dog 
was on his feet, pacing back and forth nervously, tongues dripping 
saliva, their red, pointed cocks sliding out of their sheaths.  
Yes, they sensed the bitch in heat.  He sniffed the air.  He 
couldn't smell it.  He never could.  But they did!  The dogs could 
always smell a warm cunt.  He smiled obscenely and scratched his 
crotch.  He had planned to start her with a dog at each breast, 
licking the small pink nipples into swollen leaking tits ... but 
the dogs were excited.  He watched them pace frantically in the 
confining cages, their heavy cocks swollen out of their hairy 
holsters and swaying loosely under their bellies.  Perhaps he 
should reconsider.
     He looked down at the parted pink lips, the swollen button of 
her clitoris ... she was ready for his dogs.  He smiled.  It would 
be double exciting.  She didn't understand that the abject horror 
had triggered her own sexual responses.  It would be no more than 
a matter of minutes before the dogs would have her thrashing 
about, reveling in her own sensuality, pleading for the feel of 
their giant pointed pricks rushing up her guts. And he would make 
her plead.  He would make her beg!
     His groin throbbed with the pleasure-pains of sexual need.  
The dogs were ready ... and so was he.



Chapter 6

     Carolyn watched in grim despair as Jason Benson wrestled the 
enormous Great Dane out of his cage and into the sturdy choke 
chain which afforded only a meager means of control as he jumped 
and pawed and slid on the slick tile floor.
     She strained frantically at the wide straps which buckled her 
body immobile upon the molded contours of the dog stanchion, but 
it was hopeless.  The tight bands held her motionless.  She raised 
her head and looked down.  One strap crossed her chest and pulled 
firmly under her arms, a second strap was cinched tight across her 
lower abdomen and buckled down over her hips.  With every ounce of 
strength in her frightened body, Carolyn strained to free herself.  
Nothing moved except the bulge of muscles across her stomach and 
shoulders, pulling until they screamed She was totally helpless 
... unless ... if her hands were free? ... again she tensed and 
tried desperately to pull her wrists free but the snare held firm.  
Was there no way to stop this awful man, this human beast whose 
monstrous appetites matched those of the animals he served? No 
way.  No way.  Carolyn closed her eyes and let her head fall back 
on the table with a thump.  She could hear the scratching of the 
dog's paws upon the tile and knew he was coming nearer and nearer.  
Her head rolled from side to side hopelessly.  No, oh dear God, 
NO! "Now don't you go to frettin' over there."
     Through the blue haze of near shock, Carolyn heard Mario's 
teasing voice above the sound of running water.
     "I'll come hold your hand just as soon as I get my little 
friend here washed off."  Mario called to her across the room.  
"Bravo's got a damn good mouth on him but he gets a little messy 
sometimes."
     Mario chuckled lewdly from his place at the low sink.
     "He's not neat like you were the other night.  Why, it was a 
real pleasure to service you seein' as how you cleaned it all up 
after your dinner."
     Carolyn squeezed her eyes tighter shut as if shutting out the 
sound of his obscene comments.  How could he, how could anyone be 
so ugly?
     "Now, the King ... you remember the King, don't cha baby? ... 
he cleans up real well after himself."  His comments came across 
the room loud and clear as he turned off the faucet and rolled his 
wet penis in the towel.  "Mannnn, you two were something else!"
     "Oh, shut up, SHUT UP!" Carolyn screamed at the loathsome 
little man. "Just ... shut up ... OHHHH!"
     Carolyn gasped suddenly.  Her eyes snapped open.  She lifted 
her head up as high as the restraining bonds permitted and stared 
in horror between her splayed legs.  Bound to the stanchion 
stirrups, her legs were forced as far apart as the stretched 
tendons would allow and bent almost double like a grasshopper 
ready to spring away in retreat.  Only Carolyn couldn't retreat 
from the massive head which peered down at her through the V- 
spread of her legs.
     His cold wet nose poked first at one bare thigh and then the 
other, sniffing at the man-scented dots where Mario's leaking 
penis had bounced only moments before.  The Dane licked 
speculatively at her thighs. Carolyn pressed her knees outward 
until the muscles ached.  It was the only part of her pinioned 
body that she could move ... her knees ... and she strove 
frantically to press them away from the cold probing nose of the 
beast at her loins.  The effort was a vain one for the dog's head 
followed the scant inches of her move with little effort.  She 
fluttered her knees back and forth, hoping to discourage his eager 
sniffing, but the movement only caused her splayed lips to part 
and the hot scent of her woman hole rose to the dog's snuffling 
nose.  Instantly, he stopped the inspection of the faint scented 
flesh and licked his muzzle and whined softly.
     Carolyn winced beneath his warm breath as the dog panted over 
her open body.  The muscles in her neck had begun to cramp.  The 
strain of holding up her head was too great and she finally let it 
fall back against the plastic table.  She knew it was better that 
she didn't watch the beastly rape of her tender body, but it was 
like not watching the executioner's ax.  She closed her eyes tight 
and clamped her teeth and waited.
     Jason stood at the great dog's side, loosely holding the 
choke chain, his eyes glued to the exquisite expressions of horror 
which distorted her pretty face.  The dog's cold nose poked at the 
brown curls and Carolyn's face contorted pitifully.  Jason could 
feel the thrill streaks rushing through his body as he watched the 
mental anguish twist the girl's face into ugly caricatures.  He 
dropped the slack chain from his hand and slowly rubbed both palms 
up and down over his groin.  One hand passed back and forth over 
the growing lump of his awakening organ.  He pressed down with his 
hands, encouraging the growth of the reluctant beast in his 
britches.  It was slow to come, but he didn't mind.  As the dog 
warmed up the bitch, he too would warm with need.  There was 
plenty of time, plenty of time.  He let his eyes slide slowly down 
over her plastic prison and paused to watch the burly animal which 
hunkered over her trembling cunt. The dog was poking at the open 
hole now with his wet snuffling noise. Jason could see the girl 
wince each time the animal prodded at the opening.  Wait till he 
began to lick that exposed little button.  He couldn't wait to see 
the expression on her face then.  He rubbed harder at the tingling 
bump in his pants ... and waited.
     Mario watched Jason's distorted leer.  What a weirdo, he 
thought. Hell, everybody likes a piece of wet tail.  Most 
everybody wants the musky lingering taste of pussy in their mouth 
after the screwin' is done.  But not this guy.  He shook his head 
and watched his employer's growing excitement.  He's gotta scratch 
his kicks out of the dirt.  Just look at him, Mario thought, he 
ain't interested in watching the dog lick her pussy.  He ain't 
watching the dog's big prick oozing out of its hole and getting 
itself ready.  Hell, he ain't even looking at her tits.  Got a 
couple of bolts loose somewhere.  Gotta be.  All he cares about is 
watching the girl's face and seeing her suffer.  He's fuckin' the 
kid's soul, that's what he's doing, fuckin' her goddamn soul!  
Mario shook his head and walked to the side of the stanchion where 
he could look down at the girl.  To each their own, but he'd 
rather get in on the action.
     "Feel good, baby?" he asked, the faint smile of perversity 
flicking up the corners of his mouth.  "Feel good yet?  It won't 
take long once he starts licking that pretty little pussy of 
yours."
     Mario looked down at the breadth of the dog's great head 
nuzzling between the girl's legs and watched as the wide pink 
tongue lapped out and over his dark muzzle.
     "Lick the pretty lady, Nero, lick, lick," he crooned quietly 
to the dog.  "Get 'er turned on like old King did and you'll have 
yourself hung up on a real bitching screw!"
     He laughed at his joke a real 'bitch-ing' screw ‹ that's all 
the women were to Jason's dogs, just another bitch in heat.  They 
all smelled like fuckin'.  What the hell difference did it make to 
an animal?  If they smelled right and had a hole to fit around 
their dog-knot, they got it buried in 'em clear up to the gonads.  
He watched as the dog licked experimentally at the ragged pink 
hole.  Absentmindedly he rested one hand on Carolyn's breast and 
began to roll the small pink nipple between his thumb and 
forefinger.  His eyes were on the dog's thick tongue as it 
explored the outer crevices of her succulent body.  Now and then, 
his own tongue poked out of its cave and darted back and forth 
between his lips. He seemed oblivious to the nipple which grew 
firm and tight between his rolling fingers.  Mario's eyes were on 
the furry tongue which lapped relentlessly at the woman's open 
crotch.  It was heating up despite her mental damnations.  He knew 
because he could catch the subtle scent of her juices.  He knew 
the odor well.  Mario breathed deep and patted the near- limp 
penis which still hung from his open fly, washed clean, but 
resting from Bravo's canine ministrations.  His time would come 
again.  No hurry. He enjoyed the sensual sight of a woman licked 
into the furies of passion‹ whether it was one of Jason's dogs 
doing the honors or a man at her crotch‹it was a sexy sight that 
could stir up a dead man's dong. Specially when the gal wasn't 
willing.
     There was something about the dogs raping a woman and making 
her like it that bloody well set off his alarm.  He leaned over a 
little to get a better view of the girl's stubby little clitoris.  
Yeah, it WAS standin' up already.  Goddamn, ya had to give the 
dogs credit where credit was due ‹ they could sure fuzzy up a cold 
cunt with those rough tongues of theirs. Mario abstractly ran his 
tongue flat against the roof of his mouth, trying to feel its 
texture.  Too bad he didn't have a sandpaper tongue the way he 
liked to eat hot pussy.  He'd drive 'em out of their everlovin' 
gourds! He glanced at Jason.  His eyes were still on the girl's 
face, and he was panting in short gasps of air.  Mario grinned and 
looked at the girl.
     Carolyn's eyes were closed.  Her head no longer rocked from 
side to side.  She was motionless except for an occasional 
contraction of swallowing in her throat and the incessant chewing 
on her lower lip. There were small pearls of cold sweat dancing on 
her forehead.  Beneath the plastic nest of the table, her fingers 
knotted into tight white fists and laid tense in their prison 
bonds.
     She could feel the repeated flurries of hot breath against 
the tender flesh of her exposed body.  The wet cold nose poked in 
and around the upper edge of her slit, prodding the unwilling 
nubbin to life.  How do you stop the idiot thing from getting 
hard?  How, she screamed silently in her mind, how?  It was 
beginning to swell.  The rough tongue was forcing life into the 
susceptible slit no matter how hard she tried to control it.  She 
clamped her jaw tight and prayed the dog wouldn't get carried away 
with himself and bite.  She would bleed to death.  The pain ... 
and the pain would be unbearable.  It would start any minute, she 
was certain, and it would be unbearable.  But there was no pain.  
The long thick abrasive tongue rubbed at her private parts and the 
soft full lips of her vagina purred happily in response.
     Little by little, the muscles became less tense.  If anyone 
had been watching, they would have seen her straining body sink 
slowly, slowly, into the molded depths of the plastic stanchion.  
The grasshopper legs softened their rigid discipline and 
gradually, hardly noticeably, opened to admit the width of the 
animal's massive skull.  The heavy muzzle pressed against the soft 
pink blossom of her body and let the long supple tongue work at 
the open slit, sliding in to taste the first wines of her growing 
need.  Carolyn sucked in a deep breath as the tongue searched 
deeper, twisting and turning in her woman hole as it would search 
for the last marrow in a bone.  The rough surface seemed to adhere 
and cling to her.  It felt like the educated tongue of the great 
dog was coaxing her insides to come out and play where he could 
get to them and massage them into passionate submission.  She 
breathed heavily, her full lips parted and damp, her tongue 
licking now and then around her moist lips.
     She could not move away from the dog's tireless tongue.  Yet 
she knew she must or, god forgive her, she would behave 
disgracefully ... she would cum!  She would pour the drops of her