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Subject: Breeders (6/9)  "The Breeders"
Date: Fri, 19 Apr 1996 08:04:03 -0700
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     Carolyn blushed deeper and glared with hate at the young man 
who sat on his stool and ran one stiff finger up and down over his 
tightening pants.  Jason chuckled and nodded his head.
     "Go on, Lollypop," Mario jeered.  "Tell us the rest of your 
fairy tale."
     "You should know all about fairy tails, Mario Santos!" 
Carolyn raised her voice at him.  "You spaghetti-eating queer!"
     "Now, now," Jason purred at them with the malignant voice of 
an evil Piwacket.  "No squabbling until the whole lesson is over."
     Carolyn glared once more at Mario, breathed deep through her 
nose and tried to continue in a normal tone of voice.  It wasn't 
easy, not with the two of them leering at her like the perverts 
they were.  Money, if it wasn't for the money ... and that awful 
film of her ... she would find a way out of this hall of horrors 
this very night.
     "The final stage of the young dogs is to watch at close 
range, clipped to the floor rings four or five feet from the dog 
stanchion table, while the lead dog has ... relations ... with the 
woman on the table."
     "Close relations!" Mario kibitzed.  "You mean like incest and 
raping- little-Ruthie and sucking off Uncle Joe?  Close 
relations."
     "They should be permitted to watch, required to watch the 
lead dog frequently.  The odor and his full scale participation 
will teach them the final stages.  All that remains, then, is the 
practice sessions until each dog is dependable and can perform on 
command.  Each dog should be exercised and practiced with for a 
half hour each time.  The frequency of the exercise is dependent 
upon the buyer's requirements of the dog or his ability to learn 
rapidly."
     Carolyn paused, poured another glass of water and buried her 
nose in it, grateful for the moment to gather herself together.  
Jason's ever- present icy smile was beginning to unnerve her.  She 
had learned in her first few weeks at Royal Benson Kennels that it 
meant trouble for her, the pleasant lull before the dark storm.  
And Mario, always galling her deliberately with his crude gestures 
and obscene talk.  He had been toying with the zipper fastening on 
his fly for the last five minutes, sliding it down part way, 
zipping it up again, then down.  Had they planned something 
together?  She doubted that ... Jason had no more use for Mario 
than she did, really, he tolerated him because he needed him.  No, 
Jason knew something.  Mario was merely being Mario.  Obnoxious!  
She finished the glass of water, returned it to the counter and 
took a deep breath.
     "What else shall I explain?" She asked, hoping this would 
have satisfied the leering man but knowing she would not get off 
so easily.
     "You might tell us about ... oh, let me see, about the 
special training orders from outside.  What are the procedures for 
basic training ‹ how do they differ? ‹ when the dog is already a 
house pet and fully grown?  When he hasn't been trained since 
puppyhood for sexual relationships with his owners?"  Jason 
suggested.  He had noticed Mario's preoccupation with his pants 
zipper and that it had increased the girl's nervousness.  He had 
even felt a twinge of pleasure in his own loins when her eye kept 
flicking back to the delinquent zipper.  He liked the look of 
fearful apprehension.  It made the flaccid beast in his own pants 
restless.  He had not enjoyed a full orgasm for several weeks, not 
since the girl had accepted the dogs, and her own appetites had 
grown with constant use until she even accepted Mario's gross cock 
willingly after the third or fourth dog of the day.  He had 
thought her debasement complete when she seemed to feel only the 
animal instincts and accept their sexual pleasures without 
complaint.  If it didn't bother her, then it no longer stimulated 
him ... but it seemed there was still life and the nerve endings 
of her pious upbringing still nipped at her.  Good.  Good!
     "Yes, Carolyn," Mario joined in.  "Tell us about guest 
privileges 'n visiting mutts 'n how to teach old dogs new fuck 
tricks.  How does a pretty young thing like you take a dog's 
cherry, Lollypop?"
     "Specific situations, Jason?" she asked, ignoring Mario's 
running commentary of boorish remarks.  "Or do you mean the basic 
tactics with untrained adult dogs?" "Basics will do for a start."
     "Anything will do for a start," Mario chimed in, "It's her 
finishes that turn a man's dong inside out!"
     "Don't mind Mario, my dear," Jason smiled facetiously at the 
girl. "He's a young boy and very ... anxious.  Continue, 
continue."
     "When you receive an untrained house pet for specialized 
training, you must first determine what the owner's preferences 
are.  This is not always easy.  Most people who turn to animals 
for sexual release have some sort of a problem.  They are usually 
hesitant to explain and hope a professionally trained sex dog will 
just happen to know all the tricks. Basically, dog lovers fall 
into three classes of people - lonely unpopular women who are 
symbolically in love with their dogs; unattractive men, or older 
men who can no longer attract women into their beds with looks or 
money, or the oversexed who simply cannot get enough sexual 
experiences. The ones who are interested in 'something different' 
are among the minority, even though a well-trained dog is equally 
if not more effective in technique and has endless endurance. 
"Privately owned dogs are very difficult to teach because they are 
like spoiled children, undisciplined, untrained and hard to 
control.  The best procedure is to allow the animal to excite 
himself the first few times ‹ be in his vicinity and unclothed, 
frequently fondle and pet him, scratch his ears, anything which 
will encourage him to stand with his nose in the vicinity of your 
legs where he will catch the sexual scent.  Nature will take care 
of his arousal and interest in the female odor.  Spread your legs 
and make it easily available ‹ whether its a man's penis or a 
woman's body ‹ almost any dog will begin licking immediately.  
Time and encouragement will kindle an almost rabid interest.
     "... and ..."  Jason prompted.  He was beginning to squirm 
deliberately on his stool.  He knew Carolyn was aware of his 
movements and he wanted it that way.  She must suspect something 
was in the plans for the day, something special that she would 
gradually grow to fear and to dread.  It made the game of stud and 
whore all the more intriguing to him.
     "And after the dog himself has decided he is aroused, and 
after you have let him lick his fill several times, you will find 
he is an apt pupil for new tricks."  Carolyn paused, thinking 
quickly, she didn't want to give any excuse for Jason's possible 
punishments.  "It is a rare house pet, if he is adult, who can be 
trained in the finer arts of bestiality. Nearly all animals, 
however, can be trained to lick and to ... and to complete the 
normal sex act with a woman." "Very good.  You have an excellent 
memory, my dear."  Jason commented. "You must have your heart in 
your work."
     "Her snappin' little old pussy ain't far behind either," came 
Mario's inevitable addition.  "Haven't you ever heard that old 
rib, boss.  A pecker in the mouth is worth two in the bush?  Well, 
she has a fuzzy bush but by the time she's had two of them ole 
Danes pumping it to her, she's looking for one in the mouth.  
Aren't ya, Lollypop?"
     Mario suddenly ripped his zipper to the crotch and shook out 
his fat firm penis.  Bouncing it in his hand, he began to sing the 
words to the song  ... Lollypop, Lollypop ... skinning the head 
back on each 'pop' syllable.
     Jason watched the look of horror finally win out and sweep 
across Carolyn's face.  Immediately, he knew the thrill of 
answering tingles in his loins.  Maybe now was the time.  Maybe if 
he gave the girl to that stupid oaf, she would be mad enough, 
frightened enough to cause his own worn waif to raise his head 
honorably ... and then he'd show her!  He'd show that woman that 
no one spoke down to Jason Benson.
     "Mario????" he began softly, "You haven't taken many 
'privileges' lately, have you?  I've been feeling guilty about 
that.  You've worked for me for a long time and sometimes I forget 
how hard you work ... would you like to?? ... would you have any 
new ideas for???? ... I think we could find time for a coffee 
break if you needed to do anything???"
     "Jason, how could you?" Carolyn shrilled.  "I thought we'd 
been through all that ... that ..."
     "All what, my dear?" Jason cooed.  "I rather got the 
impression that all your sexy conversation had given our dear 
friend a problem.  Now you wouldn't want a dear friend to have a 
problem, would you?  WOULD YOU?" His tone suddenly went sour and 
he reached for the nearest whip on the rack behind him.  He pulled 
it slowly from its peg and began to snake it across the floor to 
his stool.
     Carolyn stared.  She had thought it was all over.  She had 
the dogs all day and ... and she usually took Mario before the day 
was over, when the dogs had her so hot she was nearly out of her 
mind.  But that didn't count.  When a woman was sexually hot, the 
things she did were  ... were different.  She wasn't hot now.  She 
was scared.  Scared silly.
     "We ... we haven't finished the testing.  Can't we finish the 
test first?" she pleaded. "She does have a point, Mario," Jason 
teased.
     "Well, shit, so do I!" Mario yelled impatiently.  "I got a 
point right here in my hand that's gonna be shoved clear down her 
smart-talking throat!"  He got down from the stool and headed for 
Carolyn.
     "MARIO!" Jason's voice was cold steel in the quiet room.
     His voice was like the rumble of thunder. Mario stopped dead 
in his tracks.  He didn't turn around to look at Jason Benson but 
he stood stock still.
     "I had a thought, Mario."  Jason said softly in his 
direction.  "Why don't we let her finish the test and ..." "... 
and hell!"
     "... and see if she can think under duress" Jason continued 
as if he hadn't been interrupted at all.  "If a woman can think 
clearly under great stress, she should know her lessons pretty 
well, wouldn't you say?"
     "Yeah," Mario agreed hesitantly.  He wasn't sure whether 
Jason's idea was intended for Jason's benefit or his own.  It was 
hard to tell.  "Yeah, I guess so, but what do ya' have in mind?"
     "Well," Jason began, his eyes on Carolyn's, never faltering, 
never looking away.  "We owe Carolyn something too.  She hasn't 
been with us long but she has been very good with the dogs and 
worked very hard.  I had a treat in mind that I'm sure you would 
both enjoy ... eventually ..." Carolyn felt her skin turn cold.
     "Yeah?" Mario bounced on his stool like a demented child.  
"What we gonna do, boss, what, what?  What we gonna do to her?"
     "Do to her?  Why, my dear boy, I'm not going to do anything 
to her. Where do you get such mundane ideas?" Jason teased, his 
eyes still blazing into hers.  "I only meant that the two of you 
have worked so hard with the dogs, and Carolyn has learned her 
lessons well ... I thought I might give you a chance to really let 
down your hair and celebrate.  Would you like that, Carolyn, would 
you enjoy a big party???"
     Carolyn had the feeling she was being led down the ramp to 
slaughter, following the Judas goat.  Jason had never had a guest 
in his house since she had come to work there several months 
before.  There were only the rare appointments with legitimate dog 
breeders when she was warned to stay out of sight, and the late 
night visits of potential buyers who looked over the stock and 
selected an animal for training and then departed as quietly as 
they came.  No one for a party.  No one would accept an invitation 
from him, if they knew him, but the devil himself!  What was he up 
to?  She returned his stare with curious eyes but didn't speak. 
Mario, however, was visibly upset.
     "What's a party got to do with a little fuckin' right here 
and now?" Mario complained.  "I thought you meant ..."
     "Patience, my boy, patience."  Jason looked at him and winked 
broadly, making certain that Carolyn saw the gesture of 
reassurance. "This is still a work day, you know, and I think we 
should finish Carolyn's test first like she said.  I only 
mentioned the party to give you both something to look forward to.  
We'll discuss the party in a little while ... and how many guests 
we should include."
     Jason let his eyes burn a hole between her legs.  Had she 
gotten the veiled implication?  He wanted to see her suffer.  His 
eyes returned to her face.  He watched her expressions carefully.  
He wanted to see the look of fresh horror scratched across her 
pretty face when she realized what he meant.  And he wasn't 
disappointed.  He had finally broken her. After weeks of immobile 
expressions and silent acceptance of the sexual favors asked of 
her, he had broken her will to his!  The look of terror had 
returned to her face.  The sleeping penis between his thighs knew 
and was slowly awakening.  It was lying there listening to its own 
heartbeat growing louder and louder.  Jason's enthusiasm knew no 
bounds, nor his methods any morals.
     "How many males are ready for sale right now, Mario?" he 
asked the young man suddenly.
     "All ready?  Well, there's the big pair of fawns from Long 
Island ... the brindle with the big cock ... aaaa ... the two 
black Danes on the end of the row," Mario pointed toward the first 
row of cages "... and ... and ... oh yeah, there's four big studs 
in the indoor runs, the ones we finished up with last week.  That 
makes nine altogether, I think." Jason smiled and nodded his head.
     "Nine.  Hmmmm.  Nice round number for a party, wouldn't you 
say?"
     Mario frowned.  What's so great about that? They'd been 
working those dogs for months.  One more screwing wasn't no goddam 
big deal!
     "You don't understand, dear boy."  Jason's voice was no more 
than a hoarse whisper.  "I thought we'd hold the party in the 
indoor arena  ... and we'll let Carolyn welcome our guests ... all 
of them ... all at once."
     There was a sharp gasp as Carolyn caught her breath.  Her 
hand flew to her mouth and she bit hard on one finger.  He 
couldn't mean all nine Great Danes mauling around her naked body 
at once.  Nine animals, all trained to respond sexually at the 
sight of a woman's bare body, nine!  He couldn't mean that. But he 
did.
     The next hour was hell encapsulated.  Carolyn recited by rote 
the hundred questions Jason threw at her and all the while her 
mind's eye saw the rape of her tender flesh beneath the milling 
dogs.  Her eyes were wide and she stared fixedly at the cages at 
the other end of the room, shivered when the dogs stared at her, 
felt chilled at the occasional pointed penis which peeked out of 
its hairy sheath.  He continued to throw questions at her as if 
nothing had occurred.  She answered them tonelessly, her voice as 
numb as her shocked mind.
     "If the dog's organ won't slide through the T-shaped opening 
slit on the sheath, surgery will painlessly lengthen the 
extremities of the T." 
     "To effect total copulation, the dog knot must slide 
completely out of the sheath.  This will force the tight sheath 
behind the knot and keep the bare penis exposed throughout the 
entire sex act." 
     "Dog-hair stimulation means that the hairy sheath itself is 
inserted in the vagina ‹ this happens frequently if the sheath is 
not deliberately skinned back behind the knot and the rubbing of 
the stiff short hair in the vagina excites the user to repeated 
orgasms before the dog is hung up." 
     "No, most dogs are no larger than a man, sometimes less in 
circumference, but the dog knot swells to three-inch widths and is 
located half way down the penis where it rubs the most susceptible 
parts of the inner vagina." 
     "It is possible to increase an animal's penis size by proper 
stimulation daily if it is begun as a puppy.  Animals are still by 
and large in the 'adjusting' stage where the body acclimates 
itself to its environments ‹ animals grow long hair if the weather 
is cold, shed if the weather is hot, lose sight and develop 
hearing if confined in the dark, grow heavier muscles if their 
daily activities show a need.  If the organ is exercised manually 
from puppyhood, the body will adjust its capacities to the muscle 
requirement.  It may increase as much as an inch in width and two 
inches in length." 
     On and on Carolyn droned in answer to his smiling questions, 
not seeming to hear, yet making the proper replies.  She could 
almost hear the animals sniffing at her body, feel the hot wet 
tongues upon her skin, the hard pointed tips jabbing into her 
flesh here, there and everywhere, for an excited animal knows only 
the need to hump.  If her bitch's hole was filled, they would 
mount an arm or a leg and hump the hard point into any part of her 
warm flesh.  It all smelled of woman and they felt only the need 
to hump against it. 
     "No, a dog's tail need not be docked off to allow a man to 
comfortably use him.  Training will teach him to keep it out of 
the way." 
     "A male will accept rectal insertion as readily as a female 
will accept a man, the advantage of the male being that he is very 
genuinely excited by the sexual scent whereas the female simply 
waits for you to finish and go away." 
     "Simple surgery should be performed on dogs intended for sex 
usage, separating the thin web of skin which holds the sheath 
tight up against the body.  The operation is a simple one taking 
but a couple of minutes and rarely even bleeds.  It will allow the 
heavy sheath to hang down and affords more accessibility, dog-hair 
insertions, and of course the extremely sensual appearance of the 
long organ case hanging low beneath the dog's stomach.  The head 
will frequently remain exposed after such surgery even in a state 
of dormancy." 
     Carolyn's throat was dry.  It was hard to swallow, hard to 
speak. The faint scent of fear which animals sense had invaded the 
cage area and all the Danes were on their feet and pacing 
nervously back and forth in their cages.
     "One last question, my dear," Jason said with a contented 
sigh, "and then we can get on with our party preparations.  
Carolyn, how does one train an animal not to embarrass its owner 
in front of less understanding guests who might visit the home 
occasionally?"
     Her voice had the mechanical sound of an old wind-up 
phonograph, weirdly falsetto and trembling.
     "From the first day of sex training, a dog must be oriented 
to key words ... down, for instance, should mean no smelling, 
licking or sex indications.  If the dog's organ is dragging in 
front of a guest, a sharp slap directly to the offending organ 
will kill the urge instantly and it will disappear back into its 
sheath.  A hard thump with the thumb and forefinger, like shooting 
marbles, will accomplish the same thing.  The owner or trainer 
must select a specific word for each service the dog is to perform 
and he is trained to respond only to that word and not to act upon 
his own.  Some dogs are trained to respond only to patting on the 
part of the body he is to work on, some associate sex services 
only with an unclothed body.  The important secret is to never 
under any circumstances vary the dog's signals."
     Finally silent, Carolyn no longer had the memorized words to 
hide behind.  Jason smiled at her, his dark eyes bright with 
satyric luster, and nodded his head with approval.
     "You have learned your lessons well, my dear," he leered at 
her crossed legs, "and now you shall enjoy your reward."
     He stood up, waved a beckoning hand at his assistant and 
walked to the row of large storage cabinets behind the pup cages.  
He pressed a section of the floor molding and turned to smile at 
the trembling girl. Behind him, one whole cabinet and the three 
foot section of wall behind it moved on its own axis and revealed 
a hidden room.  Carolyn stared.  She had not known about the 
hidden door ... nor the sadistic torments that must lie within.  A 
small sob caught in her throat.
     "Come, come, you two.  Don't tarry."  Jason had picked up one 
of the braided whips on his way across the room and he slapped it 
against his leg impatiently now.  "Our guests are anxious to meet 
you again, Carolyn ... under less formal, less restrictive 
circumstances.  Controlled experiments are such a bore, don't you 
agree?"



Chapter 10

     Jason held the door open and beckoned for his two charges to 
enter. Mario slid off his stool, hitched his tight continentals up 
to ease the strain on his heavy-headed organ which bounced freely 
in the open fly, and headed for the door with a smile on his face.  
It had been a long time, too long, since he had been involved with 
more than the daily routines of sex training.
     He liked the special effects of Jason's cruelties.  It always 
meant something different, something exciting, for him too for 
Jason inevitably worked his victims up to fever pitch and left 
them wanting and begging for help.  Mario smiled as he went 
through the door.  He would help them.  He would feed their 
ravenous appetites.  Tube feed them, like hungry helpless babes, 
until they cried enough ... and a little more.
     "We're waiting, Carolyn," Jason flicked the braided quirt 
against his pant leg.  'I do hope you will join us ... willingly."
     Carolyn knew she had no choice.  She forced her reluctant 
legs to carry her across the room, past Jason's extended arm on 
the door, and into the secret room.  Perhaps it wouldn't be ... 
too bad.  After all, she had known the dogs for two months, worked 
with them, known the feel of their tongues and their humps.  
'Uncontrolled experiment' Jason had said. Uncontrolled?  The word 
worried her.  If Jason merely intended for her to take on the nine 
Danes one after the other to see her suffer, welll ... she would 
be totally exhausted, probably raw and sore, but she could stand 
it.  But he had said 'uncontrolled' and 'experiment' and she felt 
the chill of mortal fear at the sound of his voice mouthing the 
words.  She heard the door swing shut behind her.  Escape was 
gone.
     "Well now," Jason began, "why don't we all get comfortable 
for the party, hmmm?" He began unbuttoning the top buttons of his 
expensive sport shirt and looked expectantly first at Mario and 
then at Carolyn.
     "You can lay your things here," he indicated the line of 
velour covered theater-type seats which ran in a single circular 
row around the perimeter of the room.  "You too, my dear."
     Carolyn shivered.  There was no use putting off the 
inevitable.  If he found her obedience too slow, he would use the 
bite of the whip to speed her up.  She had learned that lesson the 
hard way and had a few faint scars to remind her of his accuracy.  
She reached behind her and slid the long zipper down the back of 
her dress, let it slide off her shoulders, down her slim body and 
then carefully stepped out of it.  It's fresh cherry color was 
sensually dramatic against the deep royal blue of the velour 
seats.  Royal Benson blue, she thought ironically, what else? 
Jason had bent over and was fussing with a knotted shoe string.  
It gave Carolyn a minute to look around the secret room, 'the 
arena' Jason had called it.
     It was an average size room, perhaps fifteen feet square, but 
there the normalcy ended.  Theatre seats had been bolted to the 
floor in a perfect circle.  There were twenty chairs in all, an 
opening the width of two additional seats left on each side of the 
room, one where the swinging doors had let them in and another on 
the opposite side of the room before a second doorway. Carolyn 
wondered where the doorway led.  She had never been beyond the lab 
area.  Mario cared for the show dogs, some of whom he had said 
were kenneled in the outer areas.  Naive to the point of 
stupidity, she chided herself, she had never given a thought to 
what else lay beyond the door. Perhaps if she had known, she would 
not have decided to remain at Royal Benson Kennels for the sake of 
the money.
     She pressed a speculative finger into the royal blue velour 
of the near seat.  It was expensively padded and soft.  It would 
be, she knew. Jason Benson could afford the best and it made him 
feel important to prove his worth to anyone ... even to whomever 
shared the seats of this barbaric stage.  That's what it was, she 
was certain.  What else could it be?  She looked about carefully.  
Perhaps there was a clue to its use.  The walls were subtly toned 
in shades of blue.  Well appointed light fixtures, shaded and 
pointed toward the ceiling, gave the room the faintly ethereal 
appearance of an old Grecian stage in the moonlight.  Just within 
the entrance door hung a plate of silent switches which could, no 
doubt, heighten the lighting effects.  Jason was effective ... if 
immoral.
     Subconsciously perhaps, Carolyn had avoided looking at the 
center stage but now her eyes could avoid it no longer.  The blue 
patterned carpeting reached from the wall beneath the seats, then 
a circle of subtle gold about twelve inches wide encircled the 
raised dais of the stage.  The stage itself was raised some six 
inches above the normal floor level and was carpeted in the same 
solid royal blue tone of the velour seats and decorations.  She 
didn't bend to touch its texture but she knew that it would be 
thick and dense and luxuriously soft beneath her fingers.  It was 
a lovely room ... she wished she was not a part of its brutal 
entertainment.
     Jason's eyes had been on the girl for some time, watching her 
expressions as she surveyed the opulence of the room, enjoying the 
controlled revulsion that flooded her eyes as she stared at the 
raised platform center.  She knew, she thought she knew what lay 
ahead for her ... but the subtle gnawing fear of not being sure 
gave her a helpless appeal.  Jason's usually dormant desires were 
already warming with anticipation.  He pressed his hands, palms 
flat, against his groin and held them there.  He could feel the 
warmth of body heat and the small bulge that meant his penis was 
beginning to make ready beneath his pants. He undid the button and 
released the zipper lock.
     "God, you two are slow!" came Mario's harsh impatient voice, 
"Let's get this show the hell on the road!"
     "Patience, my boy, patience."  Jason calmed Mario with a look 
of warning.  He didn't intend to hurry these last subtle moments 
of waiting. Only the inexperienced gulped down the delights of 
love, and then were hungry again.  The wise savored each exquisite 
flavor and committed each sensation to memory, to be relived in 
the privacy of one's thoughts time and time again in the lonely 
hours of the night.  The agonizing anticipation was the gourmet 
sauce of any sexual appetite and he, Jason Benson, certainly 
intended to make the most of his opportunities.
     "You must not keep your 'guests' waiting, dear girl," Jason 
tormented.  "Do continue with your disrobing."
     Carolyn reluctantly reached behind her back and released the 
hook which held the brassiere and let the large lacy cups give up 
their heavy burden.  In the subtle light of the blue room, her 
full-pointed breasts took on the appearance of delicately carved 
marble.  She hooked her fingers in the elastic band of the 
gossamer panties and slid them over the gentle curve of her hips.  
Carolyn felt suddenly alone and utterly helpless in the presence 
of insanity.  In these awful moments before one of Jason's 
perverted sex sessions, she always felt the illusive quality of 
insanity.  She too must be insane to have thought she could bear 
up under his madness for long.  Money wasn't worth it.
     What really bothered her, Carolyn knew, was not the loss of 
income should she find a means of escape ... but the knowledge 
that she had come to need the violent inescapable uncontrollable 
sexual reactions.  Her body craved the prolonged stimulations 
which always brought her to the brink of ecstasy where the morals 
of civilization no longer mattered, where nothing mattered except 
wild wonderful orgasms.  There!  She had finally admitted it.  She 
was afraid of Jason Benson ... but she was more afraid of doing 
without the sexual satisfaction the dogs gave her.  There was a 
certain relief in admitting it to herself, Carolyn thought, but a 
psychologically unnerving thing to realize that a man couldn't 
satisfy her animal appetites.
     My god!  The realization hit her suddenly.  I've become no 
more than an animal myself!  She gripped the back of the seat 
where she had been absentmindedly laying her bra and panties, 
gripped until her fingers were white.  I've got to get out of here 
... now ... NOW!  Or I'll go mad!

*    *    *

     She turned suddenly and ran for the door, clawing at its flat 
closed surface like a trapped animal fleeing for its life.  Dry 
sobs racked her naked body as she leaned against the cool metal 
surface, fingers searching for the hidden mechanism which released 
the electric lock.  Loud sobs born deep within her tormented mind, 
sobs which shook her whole body and left her weak.  Carolyn slowly 
sank to her knees before the door, hung her head and whimpered 
softly for a moment, then she was silent.  Streams of tears ran 
down her face, across her bare breasts and made the final leap to 
her legs and to the floor.  But sound had ceased.  A soul dies 
silently.  Only the body suffers audibly.
     "Jesus H. Christ!  What got into her?"  Mario gasped.
     Jason wore the icy smile of irony which marked his face in 
moments of stress to others.  He'd wallow in the misery of others, 
bask in shadow of their suffering.  And why shouldn't he, Jason 
thought as he watched Carolyn slumped before the locked door, why 
shouldn't he?  Twenty years of sexual servitude to the old and the 
ugly, twenty years of culling through the dregs of unwanted 
womanhood to skim off a living ... ahhhh but no more.  Jason drew 
himself up to his full stature, somewhat less imposing in the nude 
than when he was expensively tailored, and became the Lord and 
Master of his desperate little world.
     "Mario!"  His voice clear and firm in the silence of the 
room.  "You will tie the woman to the dais!"
     "Tie her?" Mario questioned.  "She really digs the dogs, 
boss, I don't think we have to tie her down."
     "You don't think?  You don't think?"  Jason roared.  "Why, 
you demented ... psychotic ... little ... little pimp!  You 
haven't brains enough to think.  You haven't the sensitivities of 
the average pig. Think?  All you can think about is that oversized 
mindless prick of yours, that gross bloated mistake of nature.  
You can't do anything right.  You can't even grow a normal sized 
prick."
     Jason's face was turning red.  He had despised Mario Santos 
since the first time he had seen one of his women look at Mario's 
large organ in preference to his own diminutive one.  He had hated 
the slow-witted Italian for his youthful good looks, his lean 
muscular body and most of all for the generosity of his equipment.  
For years he had contained his hate and taken perverse pleasure in 
turning the dull witted boy away from the normal sexual pleasures 
by inducing him to partake of the animals of the kennel.  He would 
have disposed of him ... except that he needed a strong back and a 
weak mind to help with all the kennel work.  You couldn't hire 
just anyone to work in the special section.  You could trick a 
woman, as he had tricked Carolyn and all the others with the dog 
photos and the threat of prison, but you couldn't trick a man.  
Not a mentally stable man.  Mario had the mind of a twelve-year-
old child, the needs of a man, and could be led around by his 
disgusting prick as simply as leading a horse by the halter.  He