Nicole Duval - The breeders

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.