Nicole Duval - The breeders

"Are you ready to begin?" he asked brusquely.

"I… guess so." Not knowing exactly what he had in mind.

"Then let us make it as brief and concise as possible," he began, "I don't wish to waste unnecessary time with you."

He began shuffling through the notebook.

"Well, you're not exactly the soul of charm yourself!" Carolyn blurted before she thought. But Jason only raised his head for a second or two and looked at her as if she had two heads, obviously a freak of nature. Women had always found his continental charm appealing, the older more mature women with experience in the things that counted in the world. He tipped his head back slightly and looked down his aquiline nose at this girl who had the nerve to disagree with him.

Carolyn knew she had erred and that Jason would find a way to make her sorry. She lowered her eyes. She hated his guts but she needed his money. It would only be a few months before she had enough to start over. She swallowed her hate and tried to make subtle amends.

"Sorry, Jason." She said in a quiet submissive voice. "I didn't sleep well last night and… and I have a headache."

He only looked at her.

"Let's get on with the lessons, or whatever it was you wanted to show me today. I'll be alright. My… headache is getting better." She kept her eyes lowered and her voice soft, hoping it wouldn't reveal the steelheaded revulsion she had felt for the man since the first few days of her stay at Royal Benson Kennels. She didn't look up but she knew his dark eyes were boring into her. She waited.

"Very well," he said curtly.

He sat down on the high stool which stood beside the counter, thumbed through the notebook to the page he sought and ran the pencil in his hand down the page. Then he looked up.

"Alright, Carolyn." He began, "As I mentioned to you last night, show season begins shortly and I shall be gone a good deal of the time on weekends – Friday through Monday usually – and I want to be certain that you have the procedures firmly and clearly in your mind. We cannot make mistakes in our special training section. A mistake… could mean disaster both to our customer and to us. If a dog isn't properly trained, he might become excited or angered and injure the buyer. One mistake is the end of a hundred thousand dollar business. I want you to understand how important the proper training can be!"

"I think I understand," Carolyn said quietly. "Even more important, I understand that if I do not train them right that I would probably be the first casualty."

Jason smirked. He tapped an idle finger on the counter and stared directly into her eyes.

"Yes… I think you do understand. It would be a shame to see one of those plump breasts of yours in the angry teeth of one of my boys! Or worse…!!!"

"I will do my work." Carolyn was fighting her temper.

"See that you do." Jason glanced at the notebook in his hands. "Now, I think the main thing to do is to take an hour or so and run over the entire procedure from beginning to end. I shall ask you questions. You shall answer them precisely and in detail. If you hesitate, I shall assume you are unsure of yourself and we shall have to see that you… study a little harder."

"Yes, Jason." Bite your tongue, she thought, don't say it. Don't even think it. He has the mind of a devil. Sometimes I think he can even see what I'm thinking.

"At what age do you begin training the dogs?" he started the quiz in his sterile clinical tone.

"The pups are started with the initial bottle training when the bitch first begins to wean them."

"Tell me the procedures."

"I fill the double nursing bottles with body temperature milk, sweetened with honey or sugar, and feed each pup for five minutes. The bottle must contain both the milk mixture and the second solution – soluble alum, cayenne and saline solution. The nipple is to be thrust firmly into the animal's mouth and every pup must actually nurse at the nipple for five minutes each day. The nursing bottle will be given to the pups until they are approximately six months old before they are transferred to breasts and… and… to a man."

"Surely you are not still embarrassed at the word penis, Carolyn," Jason said coldly, "Not with your avid appetite for them?"

"… before they are transferred to breasts or the penis." Carolyn's eyes narrowed but she retained control of her facial features. She would not let him rile her today, she absolutely would not.

"And why are they kept on the bottle so long? Why and how are they transferred to the human body?" his frozen smile taunted her.

She took a deep breath and continued.

"The pups are kept on a rigid nursing schedule to insure that they do not lose the ability to suck. Animals that are weaned forget the throat action necessary to actually suck and, as adults, can only be trained to lick. They are eventually transferred to the human body, male or female, by the same means. We squeeze milk from the rubber nipple on the… portion of the body to which the dog is to be transferred and allow him to lick it off, gradually inducing the breast… or the penis… into his mouth with the same sucking reaction that he has done all his life. As a pup, the animal has had many unpleasant, almost painful experiences with the double nipple and the cayenne solution so he is thoroughly trained never to entirely close his mouth and teeth over the organ or gland. If there is any indication that he is about to do so, he is touched with the electric cattle prod and reminded… but this rarely happens."

Carolyn paused, waiting for the next question.

"You didn't finish, Carolyn. Why are the dogs trained to suck?" The answer was obvious but he enjoyed making the woman squirm. Jason was well aware that she didn't like him. It was about his only pleasure with her now. He smiled. He had a surprise in store for her later today, however, that might make her suddenly more 'appealing'. "Why the training?"

"The dogs are trained to suck and nurse because some of the buyers are interested solely in breast fixations – women who want their breasts excited, or men who like to watch the breast manipulations – and, obviously, men like to have their organs… orally excited."

"Yea man!" came Mario's sarcastic replies from the far corner of the cage rows. "Some women get a little orally excited too. Don't you, bitch?"

Carolyn ignored him. Jason only smiled. He had something in mind for Mario too. A 'special order' arriving on the afternoon plane from Chicago. Mario was about to furnish him with a little entertainment after all these years.

"Anything more about the milk transfer? You aren't being very careful with details, Carolyn."

"Well," she thought frantically, what did I forget? "Of course, the male can dip his penis in the milk rather than squeeze it from the bottle, or the woman dip her breasts in a pan of milk, when first starting. This allows the entire organ or gland to be covered with the taste and encourages the animal to take more of it in his mouth. Later after the sucking is well under way, only a few drops on the tip are sufficient to remind the animal if he is hesitant or shows a lack of interest."

Jason waited expectantly. He's just waiting for me to forget something, Carolyn knew, what else? What else?

"When the dog is nearly grown, the taste of milk is no longer sufficient incentive for him to suck. When he shows the first signs of disinterest in his daily work, it is time to introduce a bribe… dogs candy, special biscuits, whatever he particularly likes… and this is offered as a reward if he performs his 'trick' well." Carolyn thought a moment, then: "I believe that covers puppy training."

"You are barely satisfactory," Jason lied, "but then what else could one expect of a woman."

Carolyn raised her eyes and looked at him, being careful not to show any expression whatsoever. She had learned his tricks to irritate her and she refused to fall for them.