Nicole Duval - The breeders

"I'm about ready, boss," Mario said quietly to the older man.

Jason nodded and walked over to the cage area. He looked up and down the line of wire kennels, pursed his lips in indecision and frowned.

"How about Bravo?" Mario suggested. "He's got a soft mouth like a girl."

Jason shrugged his shoulders, picked up a choke chain from a rack of many, and walked to the third cage. The big fawn-colored dog rose to his feet and danced about anxiously. Jason unlocked the cage, slipped the noose around his great head, and led him back to where Mario waited.

"Sit, Bravo, sit." Jason said sternly. "It's been several days since he's been exercised this way. Would you rather prelim him on the girl?" Mario looked at Carolyn and grinned.

"You wanna break him in today, baby?" he asked.

Carolyn's eyes grew wider with fear and she pressed hard into the corner, her hands crossed before the nest of brown curls at her crotch. Mario grinned even wider.

"No? All right, I'll use him first. Tell ya what, though, I think I'll wet it down with cunt first. Never heard of no dog ever biting a cunt-soaked cock."

Mario walked to the canvas-covered table in the center of the room and pulled the cloth from its lines. Carolyn's wide eyes followed his every move. She noticed the table before, but an examining table in a hospital area, even for dogs, was hardly unusual. But this table was very unusual. She looked at it anxiously. It resembled the hourglass shape of a human body with low stirrups at one end and to the sides. Several sets of woven straps with great silver buckles hung from its sides. The plastic table itself, perhaps an inch thick, was supported by three hydraulic lifts. It reminded her of the service station racks which raised and lowered cars for servicing. Servicing! She shivered. She could guess its use.

Jason stood to one side and gestured for Carolyn to move out of the comer and join Mario at the table. She couldn't move; fear had fastened her to the ground. She trembled where she stood. Jason tapped the whip impatiently against his leg. Mario stood by the table, casually jacking up his big penis and watching the by-play. It amused him to watch the 'Big Man' whip himself into a fury. It was quite a hang-up he had, couldn't get a hard on until he had brought a woman to her knees one way or the other. If it wasn't the whip, it was the dogs. Mario shrugged. He could wait. Sometimes it was stimulating to see Jason whip the new ones. He was a real master with the coil. Mario leaned back against the table, his hand still caressing the cock he held. He could wait. It wouldn't take long.

And it didn't. When the girl didn't move at his first command, Jason snaked the whip behind him and snapped it out with a turn of his wrist. The slim tip flicked across the pink tip of Carolyn's bare breast, biting a two inch cut into the soft flesh just above the fat little tit.

"The table, Carolyn," Jason's voice sliced the silence as deftly as his leather whip had twice spilled her blood.

She looked down at the thin red line across her breast and watched the thick drops that welled from its length and ran slowly down her side. This wasn't happening to her, it wasn't, it wasn't. Numbly, she walked toward the table. As she passed the dog who had sat through it all, he leaned his thick neck out and lapped at the drops which painted lines down her leg. Dazed, she hardly noticed.

Mario watched her walk slowly toward him like a windup doll that falters with each step. He let his eyes slide down her bare figure, pausing at the points of his own particular interest. As he studied the thick brown mat of hair between her legs, he felt his own body respond. His long penis was getting fat now, well fed and heavy. He took it in his hand, aimed the bold head at Carolyn like a bloody spear, and slowly rubbed the corona with his thumb. As she reached the table's end, Mario made a grand bow and gestured with his free hand toward the table top. Numbly, she watched as he pressed a button beneath the table's edge and lowered it to a level she could easily reach. His free hand pressed her down and she felt the cool plastic give beneath her weight, shaping itself to her curves, wrapping up around her and holding her comfortably firm in its grip.

Mario dropped the fat organ in his hand and pressed her shoulders down with both hands so that the soft woven straps would fasten easily. As he cinched the buckle down across her chest, the girl seemed to get control of her mind and began to struggle.

"What are you doing?" she yelled. "Don't tie me down. Oh, don't! Please don't!"

Her forehead was damp with the cold sweat of fear. What in heaven were they doing? She could hear Mario's suddenly excited breathing. Jason had walked to the other side of the table and was fastening her other arm securely, bending it at the elbow and buckling the straps to something beneath the table, forcing her arms back so the pectoral muscles pulled the big breasts high and made them firm to the touch. Her aims hurt at the sockets from the backward pressure and she winced as he pulled the strap tighter and tighter. She lashed out with her legs, trying to kick these human leeches from her tortured body, but the two men only laughed. Each grabbed an ankle and forced her feet into the side stirrups and fastened the band across her instep and behind her heels. If she could only get her feet loose now, she could reach them reach them both, but the straining muscles failed to pull her feet free. Panting, her muscles aching from frantic efforts to free her body, Carolyn finally admitted defeat and lay panting and quiet upon the table which cupped her body like a non-skid nest.

The two men stood over her looking down and each in their own way enjoying her helplessness. Mario rocked back and forth like a cobra swaying and ready to strike, his blood-fattened penis flopping lazily from the gaping pants' fly. He knew Carolyn's eyes were fastened on it in frozen agony. At first he stood hands on hips letting the heavy head bounce lewdly against her bare flesh. He watched the wet spots dot the girl's body, watched with delight as she tried to strain against the straps and pull her body away from its touch but the binding straps held fast. His smile grew broader and he ran his stiff pointed tongue back and forth across the white ridges of his teeth. He could feel the pressure building inside his cock. The slap-slap of its heavy head against her naked skin was stimulating the need to squirt his juice. If he didn't stop soon, it would be too late and he would wash her pink nipples with sperm. Not yet, not yet… he wanted to do things to this pretty she-bitch, lots of things… it wasn't time to flood her guts yet. He pulled away from the table and winked at her wide staring eyes.

"Later, baby doll," he spoke softly, pursing his lips as if mimicking her pouting mouth. "Daddy's gotta feed the doggies first. The big boss man wanted you to see how good we train our canine compadres. You watch now, you watch good, cause pretty soon I'm gonna let you see if you can do it as good as the dogs can."

He grinned lewdly down at her for a moment, then snapped his fingers at the dog.

"Ready, boy?" he asked the prancing dog, "Sit! Sit there just another Goddamn minute while I soak it up juicy for you."

Carolyn watched with horrified eyes as the slim young man patted the dog on the head, then walked to the foot of the table to which she was strapped and pressed her legs even farther apart. He patted the furry little pad between her thighs and pulled the puffy lips apart with his thumbs.

"Hey, there it is," he whispered hoarsely, "such a cute little pink cubbyhole too."

He leaned his body forward until the hot shiny head of his penis rested against the pink slit of her crotch. He frowned briefly and leaned over to press the button just under the plastic edge beside Carolyn's hips. There was a soft hum and the platform raised up an inch or two. His stiff organ poked at the little opening, between her legs. He smiled. It was just right. He put his warm wet palms on her white flesh and massaged, pressing and kneading the unwilling body, and all the while knocking at the door of her pussy palace with his blood-red cock. Small drops of lubrication welled out its fat tip and wet the tender lips. Now the oversized organ slid more easily. He pressed forward and it popped inside with a wet slurping sound… and he heaved himself hard into her body, burying the shaft deep in her guts.