Mario pressed the third button on the panel and the metal door opposite slid up and out of sight into the panel above, leaving the way open. The nearest dog turned at the sound of the door opening, stared into the darkened room, sniffed at the doorway and then cautiously entered the room. Behind him another… and another… each sniffing and smelling their new surroundings, assuring themselves of its safety and its occupants.
"Close the door, Mario."
There was an answering whir and then the shadowed figure of Mario crossing behind the lighted platform and seating himself in one of the chairs opposite Jason.
The dogs milled around, sniffing the chairs, the platform, each other. Several times soft growls met the sniffing muzzles but the dogs sensed something more important than canine squabbles. Then Diablo, a huge fawn male with a black mask and rippling muscles, sniffed at Carolyn's leg. Sniffed again. The scent of the woman bitch was familiar, the spread of the open legs triggering his well trained mind, and he sniffed his way up her leg to the pink slit of her body. His cold black nose poked into the curls and sniffed again. His sudden whimper brought the other dogs… and they too smelled the familiar odor of the woman bitch they had licked and used to bury their cocks in. They pranced excitedly and licked themselves.
Jason leaned forward in his seat, mouth open, his eyes dilated with the excitement of this woman's impending punishment. His hands hung slack from the arm rests of his seat. His excitement so intense that he had even forgotten to stroke his slow-stirring organ. It lay quietly limp between his thighs.
Across the arena, Mario too leaned forward in his chair. He ran his wet pointed tongue over his dry lips, poked it in and out of his pursed mouth like a tiny penis, waiting, waiting… waiting for the dogs to suddenly go wild with the scent of her parted crotch and all try to screw her at once. He watched the huge fawn lick experimentally at the furry lips of the girl's V, then lick at his own vitals. Mario could see the pink mottled head peeking from its low hanging sheath, the hard point breaking through its T-cut slit in the hairy pouch. Diablo licked a white drop from its tip and then returned his massive head to the girl's open thighs. There wasn't the usual welcoming pat of her hand against the hairy lips of her woman bitch's body but the familiar scent was there. He licked at the scented flesh experimentally. And again. He waited for the pat-pat of her hand between her legs to signal him that he should lick the delicious dampness. His natural instincts told him to mate but his long months of training had been too well learned. He whined and pawed at the carpet, ran his long hot tongue up the open crease of flesh and looked at the girl. He whirled again. She didn't move.
Mario wanted to encourage the big dog to lick her, to hump her silly, but Jason had warned him to remain absolutely silent. He looked across at Jason.
It was interesting, very interesting, Jason thought as he watched the intriguing scene unfold before his eager eyes. The dogs all sensed the bitch's readiness but their training held them back. Even Diablo who had the place of honor momentarily with his huge black muzzle almost buried in her open crotch. He could see the animal's fleshy pink and black organ jutting from the hanging sheath. He was excited, no doubt about that, only the long months of training were holding him back. One word from him and they would fall upon her like a fresh bitch in heat. Jason chewed on his lower lip. Should he shout out the key word? Should he set them loose upon her…? Or let time take its toll? Perhaps that would be better. He watched a second animal discover the source of the woman scent and try to push Diablo's great muzzle aside. There was an answering growl. The second dog pulled his head back a few inches, looked longingly at the pink hole with its tempting odors of bitchy heat, then begin to lick at the flat flesh of Carolyn's stomach.
Perhaps he shouldn't allow them to take their head, Jason thought. If they were allowed to work without cue, they might become unruly. Yes, they might. And that would never do. He had better do something before instinct became too strong.
"Mario," Jason called across the room. "Walk up slowly on the platform between the dogs and pat the bitch's cunt. They've all been trained to the same signal and won't act without it."
Mario got up and slowly walked up on the stage. He wasn't afraid of the dogs, even in uncontrolled groups like this, but any animal, including man, became hostile in time of heat. He watched the dogs milling around the platform, stepping over her still body, sniffing the woman scent of her flesh, her arms, her legs, lapping experimentally at her high pointed breasts.
"Easy. Easy, boy," he walked slowly among them, trying to angle his way to a position amidst their crowded area where he could safely kneel down and start the action. "Move over, Brutus. Move, I said. Easy, fella. No, Bravo, not me, ya damn fool. Easy, boy."
Jason watched uneasily. He hadn't thought about this when he planned this little experiment. He didn't want the boy to set them off. His big dong swinging around like that, specially if it still had the smell of cunt on it from yesterday, might just set them off.
"Slowly, Mario," Jason said curtly. "Move among them very slowly. Don't try to kneel down, just bend over and pat it a few times. That should be enough. Once Diablo starts, the others will follow his lead."
Mario didn't look up. He was doing the best he could. Several of the dogs sniffed at his cock and licked at it. He pushed them away gently. Not now, ya cocksuckin' bastards, he muttered softly under his breath. There, now, he should he able to reach her fuzzy little pussy. He stretched from the waist.
"Here, Diablo, here boy." He patted the hairy mound invitingly. "Get it, boy lick it.Lick it."
He continued to pat and the dog sniffed his hand and began to make long slow swipes with his tongue right on cue.
"Good boy, good boy." Mario started to rise up, then, "Ooohh! Stop that, ya queer mutt."
He was tempted to stay in the bent over position for a moment longer. Bravo's rough tongue had snaked into his buttocks crack and he felt the answering thrill of his flesh. But this was not the time… not yet… he didn't want to miss a minute of the show that was about to take place. And take place right over him if he didn't get the hell out of there. The dogs had seen the signal, seen Diablo licking at the girl, and smelled the scent of her tongue-pressured loins. They were clustering around the licking dog, pushing their muzzles in, sticking their long eager tongues into the slit if the opportunity presented itself.
Mario eased his way through the crowded maze of huge dogs and breathed an audible sigh of relief when he was safely back in his seat. It wasn't that he was afraid of the dogs – they wouldn't hurt him, or anyone else, deliberately – it was just that Great Danes weigh from 150 to 180 pounds each and when nine sex-hungry animals of that size get crowding around a fella, well somebody could bloody well get squashed. He leaned back in his seat, wriggled himself comfortable and fastened his hungry eyes on the scene before him. Jesus H. Jehosaphat, it was gonna be a real gasser.
Diablo had begun the long steady rhythm with his tongue that meant business. His dogpecker hung at parade rest and in mid-air beneath his sleek stomach. Diablo had been sheath-cut as a young pup and the normal weight of penis was enough to pull it down. Now, with the growing weight of his blood-gorging cock, it was a truly sensual sight to behold. The hairy outer sheath hung down about four inches, and from its T-slit opening hung another four inches of thick dogpecker. Its pointed tip held tenaciously to a white drop of liquid which rocked and jiggled as he licked at the girl. And the whole thing was rigid to the point of holding itself straight and firm.
Jason's eyes slid over Diablo's enviable equipment. Even the dogs were better hung than he was, Jason thought with resentment. Perhaps when he was as youthful as the dog… but that had been too many rich widows and too many hard years ago, he could not remember. Nor did he want to remember. Anything! That Jason Benson was dead and buried beneath a thousand awful memories. A new Jason Benson had grown from the ashes – with the help of a sizable inheritance from his late wife who, he was certain, died of old age though she insisted to the bitter end that she was forty-four, may the devil fuck her! – a new Jason Benson who needed no one and took his pleasures where he found them. Or arranged them, he chuckled lewdly to himself, watching the undulating mass of animal flesh beyond.
Diablo had settled himself firmly between Carolyn's open thighs, his wide heavy muzzle pressing the furry pink lips apart so his thick tongue could make long slow passes the width and length of the pink blossom between her legs. A huge black Dane with thick heavy legs and an enormous sheath half squatted over the girl's left side, alternately licking at the pink-titted mound of her breast and spreading his haunches to lick at the dark head of his wet penis as it slid in and out of its fat sheath. Sometimes he would halt the licking to make a few quick humping slams into her side, then lick the tender hard point of his organ again.
A great fawn beast licked at her hip and down her left leg, sniffing and licking and enjoying the faint bitch's scent of her. A fourth dog, a huge brindle-coated stud, nudged at the dog between her legs and tried to force him aside. Sometimes in his anxiety, he would straddle Diablo's broad fawn back and jab his hard pointed prick into his vulnerable hide. Diablo would raise his head and snap at the offender or sometimes just give him a warning growl and the brindle would cease his pummeling and try for another entry into the sweet-heat smell of the willing bitch they shared.
Three more dogs jostled each other to get to the woman on the floor, pushing and shoving, walking to the other side to try for a better vantage point. Another sat on his haunches and whined and watched. Still another tried to straddle the girl's still body and share the warm cunt with Diablo. His heavy paws missed their footing now and again and left red scratches across the tender white flesh of her sides. Diablo had licked the surface until it flowed with the warm wetness which meant it was time to mount and quickly he hunched his great muscled haunches over her open hole. The big beast who straddled the girl licked at the top of her damp split, almost colliding at times with the long pointed spear of the hunching Diablo. Two, three, four, five times he jabbed at the little bitch's hole and then the hard pointed penis buried its warm head in the woman's body and he threw his full weight behind his humps. Hard, hard, hard, he slammed into her body, spurred on by the excitement of the other dogs.
The girl moved beneath him. Jason looked carefully between the maze of constantly moving legs and tails and hanging cocks. Yes, she was moving. She was coming out of the mental lethargy, her own hungry cunt was calling her home as he knew it would. There was a soft moan of pleasure, the ugh, ugh, ugh of the body slams into her soft flesh, and then the long hmmmms of pleasure as her willing body answered the dog's call of the wild. Jason could see flashes of her face rolling from side to side as the dogs moved and pranced in their own excitement. Several dogs tried to push the humping Diablo aside but he was firmly set on his haunches. Their eager muzzles pressed between his hunching body and the girl's open cunt, trying to lick up the warm woman smell. Diablo tried to throw his cock into the bitch's hole, but the massive heads of his companions wouldn't allow him to get quite close enough to hang up… and then it was over for Diablo. He pulled off the girl's gesturing body and began licking his leaking organ.
The huge brindle stud and the big black tussled for the vacancy between Carolyn's tight stretched legs. A quick snarling fight began. They rolled over one another, snapping and growling, off the edge of the raised platform. Jason cracked them firmly with the steel hard whip handle, hitting both dogs across their nose bridge until they broke up and returned to the writhing mass of dogs on the stage. But it was too late, an enormous fawn Dane was already hard-humping at the girl's open crotch and she was moaning out her pleasure.
"Yes… oh yes… go, boy, go!" Carolyn's rolling pleasure was unmistakable, the thrill of the mass attack, nine rough hard tongues ravaging her body, a fat cock in her hole, tongues licking at her everywhere. Somebody was humping over her outstretched arm. She could feel the warm hairy sheath sliding back and forth on her arm and the wetness of the hard pointed organ against her bare skin. Another jabbed hard at her right side. She could hear the canine quarreling over her hot throbbing cunt. She felt the scratch of heavy paws as one dog pushed another aside and took his place with a fresh hard dogpecker stabbing between her legs. She knew her body would be a mangled mass of red bloody scratches from their heavy paws. She felt the hot cum of another dog running off her heaving sides. And another. There were endless tongues licking at the exciting smell of her, licking at the dribbles upon her skin and becoming excited in turn like an endless merry-go-round of cum-lick-cum. She felt the beginning dog knot ripping at her entry, felt another muzzle licking at it and at her, forcing the dogknot to give up its burden of warm wet fluid and back away to be licked and cleaned and worked into shape again. Another dog took his place at her loins and began to pump his heavy headed organ into her. His fat firm sheath worked its way into her hole, the short stiff hairs scratching her insides into sheer ecstasy. She wondered if the pink organ was extending on into her depths, on beyond the length of the fuzzy hard sheath, but she couldn't tell. The prickly surface of the dog hair was driving her wild. One orgasm followed upon the heels of the first until they seemed to blend into one continual burst of unendurable pleasure. It was awful! It was wonderful!
And Carolyn screamed. And screamed. And fainted.
The door to the arena was open. Carolyn turned toward the sound of loud voices and running feet… and moaned with pain. She tried to move her arms experimentally. At first she thought she was still fastened to the platform but she could see her right wrist and it was free. The open shackle lay on the carpet several inches away. She tried to move her legs and the pain was excruciating. She wasn't fastened down. It took several moments before she could shake her mind free of the misty pain and realize what was happening. She lay breathing heavily and trying not to move. It hurt to move. She listened to the sound of metal cage doors slamming and voices urging the dogs. It was a hurried frantic kind of noise.
"Here, boy!" she could recognize Mario's excited nasal tones. "Hurry up, damn ya."
"Take this one too." It was Jason's high pitch of excitement. "You'll have to put two in a cage or we'll never get all the trained dogs out of here in time."
Carolyn heard two more cage doors slam, then the whir of the outer door and the scratch of paws upon the tile getting farther away. She shook her head. What was going on? What was happening? She tried to get up. The pain between her ravaged thighs was almost unbearable. She felt wet and sticky all over. And she smelled. Smelled of dog urine and semen and sweat. And she ached all over. Finally she made it to her feet and, still naked, she stumbled across the raised dais and up the narrow aisle to the door.
The lab was in an uproar. Paper was all over the floor, some of the cages were empty and the doors left ajar, the registry book was piled on top of a box of mixed and wrinkled papers and Jason was struggling through the outer door with it, strewing papers as he went. Carolyn leaned weakly against the door to steady herself. She could see the van backed up to the door, its built-in cages crammed with barking dogs. Several cardboard boxes were stacked in the aisle.
Mario and Jason were gesturing wildly to each other outside the door. She couldn't hear what they were saying because of the din the excited dogs were making. She watched Jason pointing vigorously toward the front of the house, saw Mario shrug his shoulders and move off at a hurried gait. Jason came back into the shambles of the once immaculate lab area.
"Jason," Carolyn said weakly, but he didn't seem to hear her. "Jason!"
He turned toward her with empty haunted eyes, blankly as if responding to the familiar sound of his name but not really aware of his surroundings.
"Jason, what's going on? What happened?" she yelled at him.
"Gotta get out of here, gotta go now, gotta get the dogs where it's safe," and he turned and scurried off across the room to fumble with the combination lock of the next cage. The big Dane within sensed his confusion, knew something was wrong, and pranced and whined.
Mario came through the electric door from the front office with a set of books, pedigree records Carolyn recognized, in his arms. He plopped them down on the cage next to Jason and hurried back to the big refrigerator where several hundred pounds of fresh meat was kept at all times. He hurriedly began to pile great chunks of frozen meat into the boxes.
Carolyn forced herself across the room to where Mario packed the meat. He was wearing only his slacks, no shirt.
"Mario, what in the world is going on? What happened? Where are you going with the dogs?"
"Oh, you're back with us. Good. You can help. Here," he shoved an empty box into her arms. "Here, pack this up with the frozen stuff and hurry."
"Mario, what happened?" She grabbed his bare arm and shook him.
"Okay, okay, don't tear the merchandise, baby," he answered impatiently. "While you was having yourself a fuckin' ball in there, the boss got a hot call. Seems somebody's in the hospital with his prick bit off. Got t'beating up one of the dogs and the dog bit back. Serves the bloody queer right well and good, too! He's the one we sold the big brindle stud to a couple weeks after you first come, remember? The one who said he liked to beat his women and see 'em bawl 'fore he could get his rocks off? Well, the boss told him not to beat the dog, told him plain and clear, he did. I heard him. Anyways, this queer prick got to beatin' on some broad that the dog was used to screwin' regular like and seems the dog was sorta attached to her, ya know, and he didn't like the guy whipping her. So he growled at him and got between him and the girl. The guy started whippin' the dog and the dog bit 'em. Bloody well serves him right if ya ask me!"
Mario shrugged his bare shoulders as if done with the subject and returned to packing the big chunks of meat in the box.
"So what's that got to do with us? And why are you two tearing up the place like this?" Carolyn didn't quite understand. Perhaps, she thought, she was still groggy from the frantic session with the dogs. She couldn't seem to focus her mind clearly on anything yet.
"So he bit his Goddam cock off, that's so what!" Mario answered impatiently. "And he's being a prick about it. He squealed on us. Said he bought the dog from somebody right here in New York… and then he fainted before he could hang it on us. He's still out, far as we know."
"But how did Jason find out about it?" she was still confused.
"Well, there's this broad at the hospital, see. She was one of the nurses in the emergency room er somethin' and she's a pretty hoary old bitch. Ugly as sin and twice as broad. Got a hole in her the size of the Holland Tunnel. Well, she's got the hots all the time and she bought one of the boss's dogs a couple years ago. She's real hinkie over that dog, ya know, got a real fuckin' hang up on him. She overheard the guy spouting off and guessed it was one a' Jason's dogs so when the guy fainted and they got through sewing his prick up… what was his prick… she sneaked out and gave Jason a hurry-up call to blow the joint. Soon as the guy comes out of the anesthetic the doc's gonna find out about it and call the cops. Seems there's a law or somethin' about dog bites. Ya gotta report 'em all to the police or somethin'. I don't know. Well, it's gonna cause all kinds of a stink and they'll haul in the boss and shoot all his dogs. Seems there's a law against that too, f'Christ sakes!"
Carolyn frowned and shook her head. Her mind was still muddy. She had been through a lot and she was still hurting inside, hurting bad, and not thinking too clear. She sat down on the stool and tried to think things out. What about her? If Jason took the dogs and left, what would she do? Would they leave her behind? Alone? Free?
WOULD SHE BE FREE TO GO?
The thought was like lightning in her cloudy mind. Radiant and brilliant… and suddenly her thoughts were crystal clear. Yes, Jason was so concerned with the dogs that she could easily slip away! Mario might notice her absence but Jason would be frantic over the possible death of his beloved dogs – he would never notice. If she could get away from Mario's anxious eyes for ten minutes, just ten minutes without arousing suspicion, she could be out of this madhouse and gone! She looked at Mario. What could she do about him? Just then he noticed she was just sitting there and he scowled.
"F'God sakes, ya lazy broad, get off your naked ass and help me pack up this meat. We gotta get out of here… or do ya really want to end up in the hoosey for ten years?"
She stared at him. That was it! Her naked ass!
"But I'm cold! I don't have any clothes on and that meat's frozen and it's cold!" she complained loudly, wrapping her arms across her body and faking a shiver.
"Well, f'Jesus Christ on a crutch, can't ya put some clothes on, stupid?" He shouted at her. "Ya can't think of nothin' when yer tits are hanging out. Goddam women. Maybe Jason's right about women! Go put yer clothes on!!!"
Carolyn slid off her stool and managed to growl a reply at him.
"Alright! You don't have to be so nasty about it!"
She turned and hurried out of the door and up the hallway toward her room. When she heard the whir of the automatic electric lock click the door shut behind her, she leaned against the wall and laughed hysterically for a moment. She made it! Mario had practically handed her the key to freedom! But she had to hurry. They might miss her in a few minutes. In five minutes she had to be out of this house of horrors and well on her way. She took a deep breath and ran down the long hall to her room.
She wouldn't need much. A suit, something neat and proper that wouldn't attract anyone's attention. Her purse and make-up… and the money! It wasn't much, not as much as she had planned to take when she left, but it would be enough. It would be enough to buy a bus ticket, to buy a one-way ticket out of hell. She stuffed the money so carefully hidden in the back of the television set into her open purse and clicked it shut. The blue knit suit was in the closet. She had to hurry, hurry!