Nicole Duval - The breeders

"Yes," he muttered to himself, "I will release them from here. I want to see all nine of my lovely boys use her treacherous woman's body."

"You mean all at once, boss? You wanna turn nine full grown Danes loose in here at once?"

"Yes, Mario, that is exactly what I mean!" His lustful eyes never left the girl's body. The frozen smile never changing.

"They can't all use her at once." Mario shook his head a little with the confusion of the situation. It was sometimes hard for him to grasp a thought in its entirety as Jason did. Sometimes hard to envision the results of Jason's intricately planned debaucheries. "They'll walk all over her… and maybe even fight over her cunt."

"Uh hmmmmm, they might just do that, Mario." Jason agreed delightedly. His sparse hands had once again begun to slide up and down over his groin, palms flat down. Soon he would feel the wonderful awareness. Soon. "Get the dogs ready, Mario, and… and hurry."

"You're sure you want all nine of them big brutes in here at once?" Mario questioned. He had never seen such a thing. Nine huge humping dogs around the helpless girl… he began to feel the excitement of the thing… yes, yes it would be exciting, wouldn't it? It would! "Yeah, yeah sure, boss. I'll go get the dogs ready. Right now!"

Mario hurried from the room. The electric door slid silently shut behind him and there was no sound in the room. Jason looked up at the ceiling, then at the walls. It had been a difficult job installing all the soundproofing but it had been worth the effort. It would have been impossible to call in a contractor for that little job. Impossible to explain the arena with its raised dais and the tie-rings, the circle of chairs, the lighting… and the soundproofed walls. Yes, very hard to explain, so he and Mario and done the entire job themselves. It had taken nearly three months during the off-show season but it had paid for itself many times over. The dog buyers who came in the night, who watched the magnificent performances of his trained animals and their willing woman slaves, and then pleaded to buy Jason Benson's dog lovers at fantastic prices while their loins were still hot and hurting. A buyer who watched 'the King' at work always paid double the price of the one who bought sight unseen, and unidentified, through a mutual friend. Jason didn't care who bought his dogs, or how ridiculous their attempts at remaining anonymous… his prices justified the inconvenience.

He settled his bare buttocks comfortably in one of the velour chairs, leaned on his hand, and continued to stare at the human work of art displayed upon the blue dais. This one would bring him much money… she was small and delicate, fragile of coloring like an expensive china doll… she would look great beneath the massive muscles of his big Danes… fragile, helpless, young. Perhaps he would soften the lights even more when a buyer was here. It would hide the subtle age lines in her face, make her look even younger and more virginal. And when she became excited beneath the humping dog – they always, always did – his buyer would pay through the nose. She was the prettiest girl he had used yet. When his boys humped her for a customer, it would mean a thousand dollars a dog! Jason smiled. He rubbed his stomach, his legs, and pulled repeatedly on the stub of his slowly awakening penis. What was delaying that young whelp Mario? He could hear the faint pawing sounds of the dogs in the holding run.

Just then there was the soft whir of the opening door, the closing door, and Mario flopped himself unceremoniously into the adjoining seat. His meaty organ made a loud slapping sound against his leg, then rolled back between his thighs. Jason glared at the offending organ. How did it stay so hard all the time? It was disgusting, disgusting.

"All ready, boss." He grinned happily at Jason Benson. "Got all nine of 'em in the run just waiting. Shall I turn 'em loose on her????"

Jason glanced at the door that held the sniffing Danes at bay. He studied the silent still body on the platform before him. The girl still stared at the ceiling, her face utterly devoid of expression. He wondered if she had heard what they had said. Probably not, she was in the initial stages of light shock. Mental, not physical, he thought gratefully. She would still react to the dogs once they got her turned on and full of the hots.

"Yes, Mario," Jason nodded his head slowly, savoring the final minutes before her fall to the dogs. It was going to be an experiment beyond the magnitude of anything he had tried before. He couldn't wait to see how it would turn out. "Yes, Mario, press the button and release the dogs."

Mario scurried out of his seat and over to the control panel.

"… and then sit over there…" Jason indicated the far side of the area. He didn't want to have to see that swollen monstrosity of the boy's as it grew even fatter under the excitement of the dogs.

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.