Nicole Duval - The breeders

Carolyn looked up apprehensively. Jason smiled, enjoying her discomfort. He crooked a finger at the girl.

"Come here."

She walked slowly over to a tiled top counter where Jason Benson waited. He waited until she stood beside him, then reached below the counter into a small refrigerator and removed what looked like a baby bottle with a large old fashioned rubber nipple. He held it up for Carolyn to see.

"This is one of our training aids… and a very effective one too, I might add," he said with the odd secretive smile he seemed to wear so frequently when he looked at her.

Carolyn looked at the bottle. It seemed like a normal feeding bottle, but she felt he expected her to say something.

"Do you bottle feed all your dogs? Don't the mothers feed them?" she asked.

"Aaahhhh, but this is more than a bottle, my dear girl. Here, let me show you." Jason unscrewed the rubber cover and held it in his hand, nipple up. "It looks rather like a woman's breast, doesn't it?"

"Yes…" Carolyn wondered what he was leading up to. She had an uncomfortable feeling she'd rather not know.

Jason appeared not to notice her discomfort and screwed the rubber top back on the bottle and sat it down.

"Now," he continued, "I shall get one of the young pups and show you how we use the bottle in our training program. I'm sure you'll be very interested since it will be part of your job in the future, a very personal part of your job."

Jason Benson walked to the nearest puppy cage and took out one of the small animals. He sat it on the counter top, faced it toward her, and inserted the milk-filled nipple between the pup's teeth. Immediately the hungry dog began to pull at it licking and sucking and making small happy animal sounds. Then suddenly the pup let out a whine and began pawing frantically at his mouth. He whimpered pitifully and looked up at them with begging eyes.

"What's the matter with him?" Carolyn asked, her voice full of concern for the baby animal.

"It won't hurt him." Jason smiled coldly. "He just learned an important lesson. You see, my dear, the nipples on these bottles have a two-fold purpose – they allow a young dog to continue his prolonged abilities to suck, but the nipples also have an unpleasant substance encapsulated between the two sections of rubber. If the pup bites the nipple, his teeth will puncture the first layer of rubber. It's a bitter mouthful! But the bitter lesson is the one first learned. The liquid is composed basically of alum, cayenne and saline solution, nontoxic but thoroughly distasteful as you can see. After several such experiences, our young friend here will learn to suck on the nipple if he wishes the reward… not bite… a virtue I'm sure you will appreciate as time goes on."

"You don't mean these dogs are trained to… to…"

"To nurse at a girl's breast?" Jason helped her finish the question. "Yes, that is exactly what I mean. It will be part of your job to see that the lesson is learned well!"

She felt sick at her stomach. She knew that Jason Benson had more in mind than bottle feeding pups. The puppy on the counter top was squirming frantically, trying to free itself of Jason's hands and the empty bottle. Carolyn had the feeling that the small animal must somehow sense that she would supply its succulence. A shudder ran through her body and she stepped back away from the counter. Jason only smiled and returned the pup to the kennel.

"There are other benefits of bottle training," he continued, "which are even more in demand. Would you like to see a demonstration?"

Carolyn shook her head from side to side, but Jason ignored the movement and flipped the switch on a small wall intercom. "Mario?" He queried.

"In the kitchen, boss," came the soft-voiced reply.

"Would you come to the lab, please."

"I'm cutting up meat for the dogs," Mario answered, "Could it wait about five minutes?"

"I'm sure Miss Vance won't mind waiting," Jason chuckled into the speaker. There was an answering chuckle over the static background.

"I'll hurry, boss, wouldn't want to keep the lady waiting…"

Jason flipped the switch down and the static was gone. He turned back to Carolyn.

"Mario will be down shortly… meanwhile, I think it's time we began your basic training." Jason gestured toward her dress. His voice was sterile toned and clinical. "Would you remove your clothing, please?"

Carolyn stared at him, not believing what her ears told her was true. Surely this man could not expect her to casually disrobe before him?

Jason busied himself at the counter preparing another nipple-capped bottle. He poured in a meager amount of milk, held it up to read the measurement, nodded curtly to himself and screwed on the plastic cap which held the rubber nipple tight to the bottle. Then he turned around.

"I thought I told you to take your clothes off." His voice was harsh now, the painted-on smile of amusement gone. His voice cut into her hesitation like a steel saber plunged deep in her belly.

"What for?" Carolyn asked weakly, one hand clutching at the dress front.

"Never mind what for!" Jason's eyes narrowed. His hand flashed out and cracked across her cheek, hard.

"Ohhhh!"

"When a dog refuses a command, he is whipped." Jason pulled the long braided whip from the wall and tapped it impatiently into his other hand. "I hope it will not be necessary to demonstrate, Carolyn."

"You can't threaten me," she sobbed, rubbing the red marks which scored streaks across her pale face.

"Take off your clothes, Carolyn." Jason said coldly.

She cowered in the corner, trapped like one of Jason's animals between the counter and the wall while he stood firm on spread legs blocking the only escape. The whip slapped with clock-like regularity against his palm.

"Take off your clothes, Carolyn." He repeated as he dropped the loose end of the long whip and laced it across the floor, making it serpentine with soft scraping noises against the waxed gray tile. Suddenly he pulled the handle back and flicked the lash around her ankle with a jerk. She fumbled for her balance and grabbed at the counter for support. The whip coiled around her ankle like a steel snake, leaving a red brand wherever it touched, a brand that ran thick red blood and dripped upon the clean tile.

"Next time," he said ominously, loosening the whip lash with a quick motion of his wrist, "next time… higher."

Carolyn bit her lip to keep from crying out. There was a band of fire about her ankle and she could feel the warm drops pulsing out and puddling on the floor. Surely he had known her resistance was only token. She knew, more important he knew, she had admitted defeat the day she had watched those terrible films. Jason took advantage of every opportunity to nurture his cruel appetites. Carolyn refused to cry out with the pain. She refused to allow him that pleasure… and she began to unbutton the blue dress.

Jason watched her every move. The whip laces hanging loose at his side, his eyes searched each curve as it peeked out of the opening front of her dress. When the last button hung open, she shook her shoulders free of the material. It hung up momentarily on the high thrust of her firm young breasts, then slid down over her hips to the floor. Carolyn bent over and picked it up, looked about and carefully laid it over the back of a near chair. Jason watched the fat twin breasts swing against her body as she moved. Just watching their pendulous action brought twinges to his loins and he rubbed the handle of the whip thoughtfully against his crotch.

"Bra and pants too," Jason prompted viciously.

Carolyn slid her thumbs beneath the panties elastic band and slowly, hopelessly, slid them down over the curve of her hips. Jason watched the fluffy curls rise over the horizon of the sinking panties. He was tempted… tempted to strap this girl to the dog stanchion and bury his mouth in the damp furry nest between her legs. She was unhooking the bra now, letting the heavy globes escape. Beautiful! The full firm mounds hung like sweet ripe fruit from her chest… beautiful. He reached out and cupped his hand, weighing the smooth plump goodness in his grip and rolling the nipple stem between his thumb and forefinger. It hardened noticeably beneath his educated touch. She quivered under his hand and tried to pull away. Her face said she was frightened and Jason liked that.