"Continue, Carolyn."
"Where was I?" she murmured, visibly shaken that Mario had been asked to participate. What did Jason have in mind? "Let's see… masturbation, rectal insertion… the young dogs are taught to lick the vulva of the female."
She could feel the blood beginning to rise already. Why did she have to blush, why? It would only make things worse. Better continue. Maybe they wouldn't notice. But she knew they would.
"This is easily accomplished by greeting the young dogs in the nude – at least, nude from the waist down – whenever you are about to attempt any sort of training or stimulation. The dogs are affectionate and eager to please and they will immediately come to sit before you. Since they have already been command trained in obedience, you can tell them to sit and they will stay in that position… which puts their heads at about the right height to pick up the scent from the woman. Their natural instincts will tell them after a day or two that this is something exciting and they will naturally tend to lick at the source of the odor. Some dogs will immediately start licking over the entire exposed area of the woman. Some must be encouraged by holding their heads to your legs… or spreading the lips with your fingers… or if necessary, by laying down with your legs apart so the lips are wide parted and having a second party…" she looked with embarrassment at Mario, knowing she was blushing deep pink, "… by having a second party lead the dog up to the vaginal area and gently pushing his face into it."
"The natural instincts of the male animal will take over with patience. Once the licking training is begun, the animal's time between her legs should be increased a little each day until he is eagerly spending fifteen minutes to a half hour constantly licking. When the lesson is through, of course, he must be rewarded… both with his favorite treat and verbally."
"Very well said, Carolyn," Jason taunted deliberately, letting his lewd stare crawl up her body from her crotch to her lips and back to her crotch, smiling when his gesture made her pull her legs together and stand in an uncomfortable position. "Don't you think so, Mario?"
"Yeah," he grinned, licking his lips, running his tongue over the even white teeth while he stared at her. "Course, she really knows what she's talking about, boss. Bet if she laid all the Danes end to end that have licked her off, the last one could piss on the Kremlin!"
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?"