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# A Tumble in the Hay

In Paris Jackie extended her head out the window of her apartment on the Parisian left bank and
allowed he long auburn hair to dry naturally in the gentle breeze. Mom and Dad were right when
they suggested that after she finished her bachelor’s degree in elementary teaching that she
should go to Paris for the summer to unwind. Being a tall, 5’10” red head with a beautiful
shimmering complexion didn’t hurt. Although her mouth was a little wide, when she smiled her
crimson lips drove men to distraction. Café life was one of Jackie’s favorite pass times. She loved
the strong café and vin rouge and the fact that the waiters did not annoy you. One of her
favorite spots was a café on the corner near the Boulevard St. Michel where she could watch the
lovers kissing in front the streaming fountain. There were times when lovers would kiss even in a
downpour of the frequent Paris rains.

Today was going to be quite an adventure for Jackie and she had no forewarning of it. As she sat
at her usual table in the café she noticed that all the other tables were occupied. A swarthy
mature gentleman approached her table and said, “Do you mind if I sit at your table? You seem to
have an extra chair and I really don’t like to stand and drink my espresso. Besides it always
enjoyable to have a conversation with a lovely young American.” “Is it so obvious that I am an
American? How did you know? “I suppose it’s the way you sit so provocatively in you chair and
expose just enough to get a man’s attention.” The dark man replied. Jackie could not help noticing
the large bulge in his pants. So she nodded agreement and he sat down with her. His cologne was
faint but breath taking. Jackie moved her chair closer to him so that she could observe him more
closely. Her eyes drawn to the lump in his trousers and she dreamily though of all the beautiful
cocks she had seen in her young life.

When she and twin brother Billy were growing up she was the victim of real penis envy every time
they bathed together. One day when mom was out of the bathroom for a few minutes she
grabbed Billy’s pee pee to teach him a lesson. Billy immediately became hard and almost jumped
out of his skin. However, Jackie inadvertently began rubbing his cock that grew and grew before
her. Before, they knew what happened, Billy shot some white cream right into Jackie’s face and
mouth. It was like tasting ambrosia for the first time. Jackie could not believe how good it tasted
and bent over to lick up the few drops hanging to the head of Billy’s cock. Immediately, Billy’s
cock hardened and Jackie began to suck on it with all her might. At that age when cum is so
often and enjoyable, Billy in a few minutes filled Jackie’s mouth once again. The feel of the cum in
her mouth and sliding down her throat set Jackie on fire and it was then that she deep throated
Billy for the first time. After that Mom had no trouble getting Billy and Jackie to take their evening
bath together.

Like all children Billy and Jackie wondered if they were doing something bad. Jackie was a natural
born snoop and there fore, kept a close eye on the activities of her parents. She noticed that
some nights after she and Billy had gone to bed there were sounds coming from Mom and Dad’s
bedroom that seemed very strange. Mom was often to be heard moaning and there was also the
sound of the squeaking springs of the bed. Mom and Dad were not very careful about closing the
bedroom. So one night after they had all gone to bed, Billy and Jackie sneaked into the parent’s
room undetected. The room was very dark but as they waited their eyes adjusted and they could
make out their mother and father. Mom was sitting on the bed and was unbuttoning Dad’s
pajamas. Plop out flopped Dad’s pee pee and was it large! Billy’s was still very small in comparison.

In an instant Mom had Dad’s long hard cock in her mouth and her head was bobbing back and
forth rapidly. Finally, Mom got so excited that she swallowed Dad’s entire cock and licked his
balls. Jackie thought Daddy must surely have cum by now but to her surprise he removed his
enormous cock from Mom’s mouth and shoved it between her legs. Mom’s legs were spread as far
as they could go and Dad’s cock was in her pee pee up to his balls. It was now that Mom began
moaning and groaning as Dad pumped his cock deep and hard into her. While Mom and Dad were
really getting into a hot fuck, Billy’s cock was being sucked voraciously by Jackie determined to
keep pace with her Mom. However, when Mom lay back and allowed Dad to start fucking her
cunt, Jackie became confused. Billy being a bright boy slowly pushed Jackie back and she lay on
her back with her virginal pussy open for the world to see and Billy’s little cock. In a twinkling Billy
was on top of Jackie and was trying to shove his cock into her like Dad was doing to Mom. Jackie
was very tight and as Billy pushed he did not get very far. Then it happened Billy stiffened up and
shot his load right on to the outer lips of Jackie’s vagina. Billy was so excited that his cock almost
immediately hardened again. Now when he tried to push his cock into Jackie, his cum helped to
lubricate her and it was almost immediately was in all the way, At first, Billy’s cock was too big
and her pussy was too tight, but with his constant pressure something seemed to give way and
Jackie felt herself filling up with Billy’s cock. A little pain made the experience a little
uncomfortable but then something seemed to tear. Billy’s next several strokes were irritating but
then Jackie’s senses took over and she began to enjoy the first real fuck of her life. Billy
pummeled his sister’s cunt until he came again, while she orgasmed for the first time. Softening
up, Billy wanted to pull out his cock but Jackie whimpered in his ear to let it be where it was
because it felt so good. Billy and Jackie then turned their eyes on their parents who were fucking
with wild abandon. Dad’s back arched and Mom thrust her cunt up towards him as a gusher of
cum flooded her pussy. To the kid’s amazement, Dad immediately slid down and licked his own
cum from Mom’s throbbing pussy.

At the sight of this Jackie spread her legs and without any urging Billy went to town. Mom and
Jackie experienced their orgasms concurrently and screamed into their pillows. Billy and Jackie
then crept out of their parent’s bedroom on their hands and knees and fell worn out into their
beds. “Do you think they were wise to our little charade?” asked Mom. “I don’t think it even
occurred to them. You know how kids are at their age, thinking they know it all. However, since
you saw Jackie sucking Billy’s cock in the bath tub, I believe we did the right thing by letting them
watch two experienced lovers do it the right way. As Jackie grew older she saw her parents
naked many times, especially after they joined a naturalist club in New Jersey. Sometimes, these
clubs were really places where swingers congregated. One never knew what you might see in and
around the pool after the sun went down. Many a male dived in the pool, only to come up with a
pair of warm lips wrapped around his dick. This was another type of school for Jackie. When
Jackie enrolled at Slippery Rock University, she was no virgin, but she was incomplete in some
way. Looking for something new in her life, Jackie who was not very athletic, decided to become
a student manager for the football team. One of her many duties was to make sure that each
player had access to towels fort the after game shower. About the third game into the season,
Jackie went to locker room to begin the process of cleaning up after the players had left. Upon
entering thew locker room Jackie went immediately to work as she listened to her walkman. Due
to this she did not hear the water running in the shower. Some of the towels were heaped in a
pile in the far end of the room and Jackie proceeded their and bent down to gather them
together. Jackie did not here the shower being turned off, but to her great surprise saw a great
black stud of a man come out and go to his locker. She could not believe her eyes. Mon, Dieu.
What was that huge wand between his legs? It was her first glance of a black man’s large black
cock. Hanging there flaccid it looked enormous. This black piece of meat made Billy and Dad look
like midgets. Scooting down, she watched as the black man dried himself eventually coming to his
groin. Using his large hand he grabbed his beautiful ebony prick and began to slowly stroke it. To
her amazement, Jackie saw his cock get hard and then even larger than it was before. He left go
of his throbbing cock and it began to jump up and down in front of him. Gasping at the sight of
this masturbating giant, she slipped and knocked over the bench in front of her. The black
behemoth quickly turned and saw her and laughed. Holding his gigantic ebony cock in his hand, he
approached her smiling all the way. “Down on your knees, bitch! I’ll show you what you get for
spying on me!” With this he pushed Jackie to her knees and shoved his black sword into her
mouth. It was a good thing that Jackie always had a wide mouth and could at least engulf the
whole of his prick’s head. Although, she gagged, she loved the idea of having his hard dark meat
for a meal.

He wasn’t satisfied with just the head being in her mouth. “Deep throat me, you red haired whore!
I wanna feel my cock in you throat! I want you to lick my balls the hard way!” “Glub, Glub,” said
Jackie as she strained to take more and more cock in to her mouth and throat. Almost the whole
rampant monster was in her, when he left go with an enormous load of cum. The added
lubrication of his cum allowed his cock to go the rest of the way down her gagging throat! “Well,
Honey, how do you like sucking a black man’s big prick?” “It’s the most beautiful cock I have ever
seen. May I hold it and look at it more closely?” Surprised by her response he presented his now
limp prick for her inspection. Taking the black monster in her hands, Jackie began to look at it
from all angles. Truly a work of art, she finally had before her that for which she had been
longing. This thick black piece of ebony needed to be put in its sheath between her creamy white
legs. Reaching down Jackie took his balls in her hands and lifted them up to her mouth and began
to lick and suck them. His cock immediately sprung up almost knocking out her eye. “What do you
want, Baby? Would you like Big Daddy to slam dunk his big black snake into your little white
cunt?” “Oh, Big Daddy, it’s all I ever dreamed of. A cock as big as yours might finally fill me all the
way. I’ll bend over and you drive it home!” With this plea he stabbed his cum soaked cock deep
into her waiting pussy. Once again it started slow, but to his amazement her sloppy pussy took in
every bit of his 11 inches. With this encouragement he began to pound her ass for all he was
worth. “Fuck me you Black bastard. I want it all! Rip me apart inside. Harder, harder, don’t be a
pussy!” This encouraged Big Daddy enough that he practically drove Jackie up against the wall.
She could feel every vein in his bursting black cock and the big head deep inside the hot vagina.
Finally, the release came and both orgasmed at the same time. A beautiful sight it was with them
lying among the towels on the floor. The beautiful, lone legged, white skinned red head with the
large black cock in her pussy while the muscle on Big Daddy’s back rippled. After this Big Daddy
introduced her to many of his fellow Afro Americans on campus, but Jackie would only fuck the
ones with really huge black cocks. Although, her parents did not know it, Jackie wanted some
relief from all her college fucking and that’s why she wanted to go to Paris. However, Jackie still
did not satisfy all her needs. She was still looking for a cock big enough to satisfy her. This takes
us to the day when Jackie shared her table with the dark stranger in an outside café on the
Boulevard St. Michel in Paris. After a small espresso, Bernard asked Jackie if he could buy her a
glass of wine to brighten up her day.

However, after several glasses, Jackie was feeling warm and friendly and was squeaking peeks at
the large bulge in Bernard’s trousers. Before long the shadows of dust were getting longer in their
trips across the Boulevard St. Michel. Jackie was famished but was transfixed by Bernard’s
presence. “Jackie, would you care to join me for supper in a small private club I belong to here in
the Latin Quarter?” Bernard asked with flashing eyes. “I am very, very hungry, but I cannot eat all
the French delicacies. Snail, for example, leave me cold. Are there other entrees that are more
like American selections?” “You can have whatever you want at this restaurant and club. If you
don’t like anything we can always send out to a nearby restaurant.” “I cannot refuse your offer.
Your eyes tell me that you are someone I can trust. Let’s go. Bye the way what is the name of
the club?” “The Underground Riding Club is its name and when we get there you will soon see
why.” They walked several blocks towards Notre Dame and turned down onto the Rue de la Chat
Qui Peche. This street is filled with inexpensive Greek restaurants with waiters outside inviting
potential customers inside. In the middle of the first block, Bernnard led Jackie to a stair that led
down to an unmarked red door. He knocked on the door and as if they were back in the
prohibition era a small peek hole opened. Bernard showed a small card and they were immediately
admitted. The lights in the club were subdued. Jackie and Bernard were guided to their table by a
young woman wearing a leather mini and nothing else. It took Jackie’s breath away to see such a
perfectly shaped beauty and she believed that she noticed a small but definite movement of
Bernard’s bulge. They sat inside a cozy loge a deep red velvet plush sofa. Each booth had
curtains that could be drawn to give complete privacy. There was a small table before them
where their food and drinks would be served. “Will you trust me to order for you?” Asked Bernard.
“Nothing too hot or creepy, if you please. But go ahead and order,” she smiled. Bernard whispered
into the garcon’s ear and he disappeared in the gloom of the club only to return with a plate of
the daintiest sandwiches Jackie had ever seen. After a few finger sandwiches and of course some
more wine, Jackie began to look around the club. There was a center stage with red velvet ropes
cordoning it off from the audience. At this time it was bathed in a very subdued light. Around the
stage were perhaps twenty-five booths similar to the one in which Bernard and Jackie were
sitting. While they ate Jackie became more relaxed with a warm sensual glow drifting over her
body. She felt like reaching out and releasing Bernard’s monster from it lair. However, Bernard was
just a new acquaintance and Jackie did not know how he would respond. Bernard could not resist
any more. His dark skinned hand was now delicately massaging Jackie’s thigh. Reacting to his
overture, Jackie soon had her hand on his crotch and could feel the incredible cock inside. His
cock felt larger than any of her black jocks and that was saying something. Getting ready to
unzip his pants, Bernard told Jackie to wait because the show was about to begin. Jackie had not
noticed but almost all the booths were filled and the lights on the stage were being raised.
Hearing a noise to her left she looked and saw a rather large door being open. Out stepped a
petite woman and a rather tall rustic looking woman with a riding crop. They went to the center
of the stage and spread some hay on the floor in preparation for some entertainment. A horse
now whinnied from off stage and the larger woman went back through the door. She then led the
horse out onto the stage and began to lead him around so everyone could see for themselves
that he was indeed a stallion. She then blindfolded the stallion to prevent anything from scaring
him Jackie could see several cameras on tripods set around the stage in the booths. Now the
petite performer approached the stallion and reached under his belly. “Oh, my God, what is she
going to do, Bernard? ” Reacted Jackie. Bernard winked and nodded toward the stage so that
Jackie did not miss the performance. The stallion had a large cock before being excited but as the
woman stroked it the length just grew and grew.

It must have been at least two feet long and was bobbing up and down. Le petite femme soon
had slipped back the stallion to reveal a long cherry red head to the black cock. She now tried to
get as much of the stallion’s cock as she could into her luscious mouth. While, she could not
surround much of it with her lips the stallion obviously liked what was being performed on him.
Jackie could wait no longer and had Bernard’s rock hard prick out of this trousers and had her two
hands wrapped around it. It was still larger than her grasp, which surprised and excited her. By
this time Bernard was slipping his whole hand into her self lubricated pussy. It occurred to Jackie
that the other guests might be watching them so she looked around the other booths. To her
relief they were all looking intently looking at the stage in all kinds of sexual activities. On the
stage the petite femme had slid under the stallion and was arching her back so that her hairless
cunt was getting nearer and nearer to the stallion’s enormous cock. His cock had seemed to grow
even more since Jackie had last looked. Obviously, this was a job for more than one and the gran
femme was helping to guide the big black monster into the waiting pussy slick and wet from its
own excretions. While transfixed on this scene hardly noticed as Bernard lifted her on to his
bulging lap. When he placed the enormous purple head of his cock against her steamy vagina she
did become interested. To his great surprise and delight his cock began to slide easily into her
large pussy. Little did he know that Jackie had fucked some of the largest black cocks on the
college football team. Nor did he know that Jackie had a hidden urge for even larger cocks. The
head of Bernard’s cock slid slowly into the dark sweet pink interior of Jackie’s cunt stretching it as
it progressed. Jackie felt the huge tool impaling her and moved up and down on the monster all
the time getting further and further down on his crotch. Bernard could not believe Jackie’s
abandon and his mind swam as his felt her cunt accept the last inch of his bursting cock. As she
began to really ride up and down on Bernard’s prick she was gazing at the stage where la petite
femme was getting some of the stallion’s red tipped cock into her well stretched pussy. The gran
femme guide the stallion’s cock and made sure his did not hurt inadvertently la petite femme. She
now climaxed in a drug like rush and the stallion stiffened up and began to shoot an enormous
load of cum all over the women’s bodies. The two femmes began to lick up the expended cum
from the stallion’s shrinking dick and from each other’s bodies.

By this time she was crazy with sensual desire and was literally pumping Bernard’s cock into her
cunt with all her might. Bernard would never forget the sensations of Jackie’s cunt engulfing the
entire length of his long hard cock time after time as she bounced up and down in his lap. Jackie’s
eyes were closed and she was staining more and more to relieve Bernard of his cum. The he
stiffened and she knew the end was near and as she felt his huge wad of cum spraying into he
waiting vagina, she turned around and took his cum shooting cock into her mouth. While, his cock
was beginning to shrink, Jackie sucked all that was left down her throat and drained him dry of his
cum. After she recovered from this sexual, she dimly heard applause from all the booths. Looking
up from Bernard’s lap she saw that everyone was looking at them and clapping. This recognition
made her feel giddy and at the same time happy. Not till this moment did Jackie realize that she
enjoyed performing sexually in public. Perhaps she was aware the whole time that she was being
watched. It did not matter to her anymore she loved the adulation. The stage was now bare and
the performers had gone much to Jackie’s disappointment. “Is it over for tonight? I’d love to see
them perform again!” Wished Jackie. “No, there is usually another performance, but tonight the
petite femme has another engagement.” A devious dirty little idea formed in Jackie’s mind. “Could I
take her place, Bernard? I love the size of the horse’s big cock and would love to suck and fuck
it!” This statement really blew Bernard away. “Well, let me see what can be arranged, Jackie. You
certainly are a big surprise. Perhaps, you would prefer to be masked.” “Yes, Bernard, that would
make it even more daring.” When he returned he led Jackie to the dressing rooms where she
donned a loose fitting robe and long red boots. The mask she put on was mostly red sequins and
feathers. All the accessories went well with her fragrant unshaven red pussy.

After a few moments discussion with the gram femme, she was led to the stage by Bernard. La
gran femme followed with a pony much to Jackie’s disappointment. However, when Jackie looked
between the pony’s legs she observed a cock almost the equal of the stallion’s. With a squeal of
delight she immediately went under the pony and began to rub and suck his distended price. She
may have been going tot fast as it was hard to keep him in place. When the pony’s prick was
hard and ready for a good fuck Jackie whose cunt was a slippery as an eel opened up to receive
it. Unlike her predecessor on the stage she did get the complete head into her snatch. It went in
deeper and deeper until it could go not further. In fact, she had the entire length of the pony’s
black cock in her pussy. She felt like she was going to cough up his balls. Then finally another
sensation hit her from behind. Bernard had slipped behind her and began to drive his cock into her
tight asshole. Painful at first Jackie was soon driving her ass hole harder and harder on Bernard
cock while her pussy was taking deep thrusts from the pony. The pony came before Bernard and
quick as a wink Jackie had the pony’s cock in her mouth sucking with all her might. The cum had a
wild sweet taste. Different from a man’s but incredibly intoxicating in its own perverted way. As
she sucked the last drop from the pony’s still rampant cock, she could tell that Bernard was
having a real good time in her ass. He was driving her like a pile driver. Obviously, Jackie had
never had such a large cock in her ass before and it was tearing her apart.

But the combination of the pain and pleasure had her screaming at the tip of her lungs with tears
flowing freely from her soft blue eyes. As he began to cum in her as she pulled his cock out with a
pop, swung around and began to suck the shit stained cock of all its love juice once more to the
standing ovation of the awe struck audience. Early in the morning Bernard escorted Jackie to her
apartment leaving her at the door with the understanding her would return. Bernard was part
owner in the club and through his offices Jackie was allowed to fuck the horse and pony on the
stage in front everyone usually once or twice a week that summer. Eventually she actually almost
got the stallion’s entire cock into her cunt

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# The Breeders 3 & 4

Chapter 3

Carolyn sat with frozen horror, her eyes glued to the small movie screen at the end of the long dining room table, her fingers white from
clutching the edge of the thick wooden chair on which she sat.

On the white-beaded screen not six feet from her eyes, she watched herself being ravished by a great golden dog whose terrible pointed penis
dug holes in her body, plunging in and out, stretching the tender pink slit mercilessly. When the camera periodically zoomed in for a close-up,
she could feel her stomach churn up and she felt ill. She could see the soft inner lips of her vagina cling to the dog’s thick hard organ as it
rose and fell, leaped and lunged. She could see the muscles, her muscles, tighten and release around the animal’s awful penis, slowly,
deliberately milking it to climax. But worst of all, worst of all, was the awful look of wild animal passion on her own face, a look of anguished
need, of sexual need of such magnitude that she was fascinated and horrified at the same instant. She watched her writhing body raise
beneath the dog’s humping haunches, rising to meet him thrust for thrust until the bulge on his great organ began to swell toward climax. She
could see it growing, like a knot on a tire just before a blowout, see it grow as he pushed and pulled it in and out of her body until the swelling
was too great for the small vaginal orifice to release. And still he hunched frantically over her musky hole.

She knew she was going to be ill but still she could not force her eyes from the terrible pictures on the screen. As the great dog’s urge
claimed him, he humped her cunt so hard that his upward pulls lifted her hips off the bed. He humped her again and again, slamming the thick
trunk of his organ in double time, faster, faster. Suddenly Carolyn saw herself ‹ no, not her, some terrible unfortunate creature on the screen ‹
some girl writhe convulsively, forcing her body up the hot fleshy bone, skewering her body onto the dog’s humping haunches. The spasms
which racked her climaxing body squeezed the bulging organ and he, too, began the frantic race for release. Her climax burst within her,
exploding, ripping away the body from the mind. She lay spent and limp upon the deep blue velvet, a single thin red line welling from
somewhere within where the dog knot had torn the tender fabric of her body. The huge golden dog humped once, twice more, and then stood
still but for an occasional tremor, patiently waiting for the swelling to subside and release him from this used bitch’s body.

Carolyn suddenly leaned over, laying her head on her arm along the edge of the table and vomited, retching again and again until only dry
heaves shook her body.

Jason Benson smiled coldly and waited. When the heaving had almost ceased, he lifted the ornate water pitcher and poured a glass of water.
He tapped her arm gently to attract her attention and sat the ice tinkling glass on the table within reach.

“A cool drink of water will make you feel better, my dear,” he said in the same charming modulated voice that Carolyn had thought so
attractive during the job interview.

She raised her head and stared across the table at the calm dignified face of Jason Benson. How could she have been so wrong? Outwardly
Jason appeared the soul of trust, the soft voice, the cultured demeanor was really all a sham. It was all camouflage for a distorted mind. The
prematurely greying hair, the tanned country gentleman look, these were but subtle traps to fool the outside world. Here, inside the high walls
of this awful place, he became the base creature he really was. He was just … another of the animals of Royal Benson Kennels! The memory
of what she had just seen flooded through her mind like the sloppy backwash of a stagnant swamp. Her throat contracted, her stomach
broiled. She reached for the glass of water and drank deeply.

“Feeling better?” he asked, the cold smile fixed upon his face.

Just then the tag end of the rewinding movie reel whirred loose and slap-slapped noisily against the machine.

“Mario!” Jason’s voice was edged with contempt for the careless boy. “Watch what you’re doing. We wouldn’t want to damage that film. It
might not be quite so easy to get Carolyn to make another that … interesting.”

“Ohhhh, how could you?” Her voice was rimmed with hatred. “HOW COULD YOU?”

“How could I?” Jason smiled. “It was really quite simple, my dear girl. You are sexually inclined by nature and that enviable virtue combined
with your almost unbelievable naivete … well, suffice to say, it was a simple task to convince your subconscious mind that it was a devoted
lover between your legs.”

“How could you do such an awful thing?” Carolyn whispered hoarsely.

“Me?” Jason laughed. “You were the one who did the ‘awful’ things, Carolyn. You forced my poor assistant into some very degrading situations.
I was really quite shocked! Ah, but then, you shall judge for yourself. Mario, would you start the next roll of film please?”

Carolyn’s eyes widened and she flashed a quick look toward Mario. He grinned back and shook his dark head in mock disapproval.

“No!” she shouted. “No, I don’t want to see it. I don’t know how you made me do those terrible things … it was a trick of some kind, drugs or
something … but I don’t want to see it. Please. PLEASE.”

“Oh, very well.” He nodded toward Mario to stop the projector. The room was suddenly very silent without the hum of the machine. “I must
say I’m rather disappointed, though. It was a very … stimulating … experience watching that bit of film. You may pack away the reel, Mario.
Be sure to lock it up quite safely. Miss Vance may wish to see it again some day.””You’re the one who should be locked up! You’re crazy!” She
stared at the man across the table, her fingers gripping the chair so tightly that the tips were white and bloodless. “You really are crazy!”

“Crazy? … Like a fox, my dear Miss Vance.” The icy smile never left his lips. “Those films are my insurance that you won’t try to have me
locked up. Or anything else unpleasant. Should you try? I would have to tell the authorities that you used your position with Royal Benson
Kennels to try to blackmail me. I would have to show them the films I bought from you at exorbitant prices in order to buy your silence. It was
worth the $5,000 you demanded to protect the reputation of the Kennels.”

“They wouldn’t believe you. If it was true, you would have turned me over to the police right then and there.” “Not necessarily. Jason Benson
is known as a quiet sensitive man, an artist in his own right. They would understand why I wouldn’t want to go into court to testify against
you. It would mean publicity, the front pages of every paper. No, the police would understand why a man of my reputation preferred to pay
blackmail.” He leaned back in the chair and looked at her over the brandy glass cupped in his hand. “I feel quite confident that you would
prefer to assist me with my work and remain silent rather than spend ten years in prison for blackmail … should it come to that.”

“You couldn’t prove blackmail even if you wanted to.”

“Oh, but I could.” His voice was ripe with confidence. “You see, I withdrew $5,000 in cash from my bank today … in small bills … the cashier
who has long handled my personal account was quite concerned with my nervousness. Considerate girl, that, she asked me twice if I was sure
everything was all right.”

Carolyn stared in disbelief. This couldn’t be happening to her, not to Carolyn Vance from Tyler Corners whose major sins to date consisted of
using her mother’s credit card for gas and necking after the Saturday night movie. These things only happened to girls off the street, girls who
were looking for trouble and were disappointed if they didn’t find it. He couldn’t really believe she would stay here and work for him, not after
this!

“And if you are still thinking about going to the police, Carolyn,” he spoke softly, “discounting the blackmail charges, do you think they would
believe you?”

“Of course, they’d believe me,” she answered incredulously. “No girl would do a terrible thing like that willingly. You forced me!”

“Did I?” The frozen smile took on a new malignancy. “There were no bonds holding you down, no one holding your legs apart for the dog. Do
you really think any person seeing the joy on your pretty face would believe you weren’t enjoying it? The way you reached up with your wet
little pussy and screwed yourself higher onto his big cock, you think anybody’s going to believe you didn’t want to fuck that dog?”

“And afterwards, Carolyn, when you and the dog had both spent yourselves so disgustingly, when the swelling went down and he pulled it out
and licked you clean … when you smiled and spread your legs and patted your hairy little cunt and tried to coax him back again … do you
realty think anyone in their right mind would believe you were forced into it?”

Tears welled in her eyes and ran unchecked down her pale cheeks. He was right. She had seen the awful spectacle herself. No one would
believe her, never in a thousand years.

“And the second reel of film, the one you didn’t want to watch,” Jason continued, “I’m sure it would convince the police of your unfortunate
perversion if the other one didn’t. You did some very, very naughty things to my poor Mario while he was tied up and unable to get away from
you. Oh, he struggled and tried to turn his innocent body away, but you forced your unnatural appetites upon him. Your unrestrained
molesting may have caused permanent psychological damage to the lad! It was shocking, shocking!”

Carolyn’s face was streaked with tears and she slowly moved her head from side to side. She couldn’t have, she couldn’t have done anything
like that.

“I can see that you don’t believe me. Perhaps we should run the film after all. Mario?” Jason taunted. “No … no, please!”

“Never mind, Mario,” Jason purred reassuringly across the table, “Don’t cry, my dear. If you stay and work for me as we agreed, no one need
ever know about the films. No one at all.”

Carolyn hung her head and stared into her tear-dampened lap. This awful man, this canine Jekyll and Hyde had forced her into a corner from
which there was no escape. How could she stay here in this house of depravity and work for a man whose mind crawled with evil? How was
she to know that he wouldn’t try to put her through another night like that? Or worse? perhaps he would force his own attentions on her.
Perhaps Mario would get to thinking about the things she was forced to do to him and his unstable mind might snap. She would be in constant
danger here … but the alternative was prison for blackmail. She didn’t have a choice.”What … what do you expect me to do?” she asked with
a silent sob in her throat.

“Why, just exactly what we discussed when you accepted the position. I merely want you to help me train these fine young animals. That’s
all, my dear, just train the dogs.”

“Train them? To do what, Mr. Benson? You never did say. Exactly what kind of training do the dogs require?” Her voice was haughty, cutting.

Jason lifted the heavy glass decanter from the center of the table and poured a generous amount in his glass. He lifted the bottle in her
direction. Carolyn shook her head. He replaced the stopper in the container, leaned back in the big wooden chair and sipped at the brandy
glass cupped in his lean tan hands. He looked at Carolyn from beneath the gently arched brows, half amused, half tolerant.

“I thought you would surely have figured that out by now, Carolyn …”

Chapter 4

It was inevitable, Carolyn thought, as she followed Jason Benson through the endless passages of the big house. She knew the time would
come when she would be forced to take part in the monstrous perversion but it had seemed so … so unbelievable that her mind had not really
accepted the situation in which she found herself. Not until now! As they walked down the long hall toward the kennels and the “indoctrination
tour” as Jason put it, Carolyn’s mind finally had to face facts.

The door which opened off the Royal Benson Kennel’s office was locked. Jason pressed a button beneath the counter top and the door slid
open with a soft whir. He gestured for Carolyn to enter, followed her through and pressed another button. The door whirred shut with smooth
efficiency.

Before them lay a wide carpeted aisleway flanked on both sides by identical cages of chain link wire, joined one to the other like the row upon
row of exclusive center city apartments which thrived in downtown New York City. Each cage was exactly like the next, a large chrome
feeding dish, an automatic fresh water bowl and a rectangular mattress pad covered in royal blue canvas. Each cage was occupied.

Carolyn self-consciously shied from the cages, only to bump into a similar row of dogs on the other side of the aisle. She jumped forward,
careful to stand in the exact center of the walkway. Her hands were trembling.

“No, no, my dear,” Jason explained impatiently. “You don’t understand. These are the show dogs, the famous Royal Benson Danes. Animals like
these aren’t used as toys for the rich, my dear girl, not champion stock like this. It’s taken years to perfect such fine dogs.”

He walked briskly over to the first cage and pointed to the pair of matched frames which hung one above the other on the cage front.

“Look,” he said enthusiastically, “Look at these pedigrees.”

Carolyn moved closer at his insistence, and read the small print on the forms. Royal Benson’s King Lear, sired by Royal Benson’s Black Emperor,
sired by Royal Benson’s Demon, etc, etc. The ornately printed pedigree went back five generations and each dog bore the kennel title of
Benson. She didn’t know much about Dane conformation but she knew enough about registered animals to know that an unbroken pedigree line
free from inbreeding was an accomplishment to be proud of.

“And here,” he continued, pointing to the second frame, “here is a list of every win the dog has made.”

He ran his finger down a long list of titles, pausing here and there to emphasize the enormity of the win.

“Best Champion of Show … Best Grand Champion of Show. And here, Best of Show! Do you realize how difficult it is to win a Best of Show out
of hundreds of dogs from all over the country?” He asked Carolyn, not pausing for her answer, “All of my boys end up there sooner or later.
What do you think of that?”

“It’s very … impressive.” Carolyn tried to say something to salve his ego but she was still in the cold numb state of near shock.

Jason walked through the cages, calling each great dog by name, scratching them through the wire, praising them in turn as one would
children. Carolyn watched him blankly. She had cried away all her tears of horror, the tears of fear … weeped herself dry of revulsion … there
was almost nothing left. She walked and talked and tried not to think. There was nothing she could do for the present except as she was told.
Jason had made that quite clear when he showed her the movie film of … she shuddered even at the thought … of that terrible dog at her
loins. He had locked her in her room overlooking the dog runs, a prisoner of the damnable electric locks, and let her absorb the awful truth.
Once she accepted the inevitable, he had said, it would be easier. And perhaps it was. She wasn’t sure. She no longer trembled at every
sound in the hall, no longer felt nauseous when a dog barked in the runs beneath her window. Perhaps he was right, now that she had
accepted the inevitable, the days had been easier.

… if only she could rid her dreams of the endless hordes of slavering dogs with giant cocks which hung stiff and heavy headed beneath their
stomachs, dogs which followed her everywhere sniffling at her wet slit and licking their eager organs. One night in her dreams they would
attack her, this army of rutting animals that crowded her dreams, and then she would surely go mad … if she wasn’t already …

Jason gestured toward the door at the end of the blue carpeted walkway. “This way, my dear.”

Carolyn walked slowly between the cages, taking care not to touch the wire sides. She had succeeded in controlling her revulsion thus far but
the touch of one of those great beasts, the hot wet tongue upon her hand might be enough to loose the panic she felt inside.

The door beyond Jason bore no handle, no means of access. Carolyn looked about for the electric button but the wall was clean. She looked
back at the door. There was a small neat plastic sign. “Hospital Area‹No Admittance.” She waited for Jason to open the door, and then she
suddenly realized that “no admittance” meant that behind that door … only a few steps beyond … were the other dogs. Her eyes grew wide
with apprehension and she backed away from the door.

“Yes, my dear, the Hospital Area,” Jason smiled at her reaction. “Rather appropriate, don’t you think? We like to think of our work as a
humanitarian service. You might call it physical therapy.”

Lines creased her lovely face but Jason’s suddenly clamped jaw warned them away, and Carolyn forced her features into impersonal repose.
She didn’t trust her voice to remain steady. She nodded her head curtly, keeping her eyes carefully averted from his.

“Never mind,” Jason’s voice was tolerant. “You will learn. The others did.”

“The others?” Carolyn’s eyes flashed back to his. It had never occurred to her that there had been others before her, others who shared her
fate. What had happened to them? What was going to happen to her when she was no longer needed?

“But of course!’ Jason smiled with amusement. “We have had six, perhaps seven other young ladies. Each of whom, I can assure you, learned
to enjoy her work with a consuming passion.”

“What … what happened to them?” She was almost afraid to ask. “Did you … are they…?”

“Of course not!” His voice grew impatient. “We didn’t dispose of them. You watch too many B movies! I simply meant that we had to terminate
their employment. They became, shall we say, too enamored of their work. They were wearing my poor boys out and overtraining is just as
bad as no training at all. Aahhhh, but enough of that. Come in, come in.”

Jason pressed the palm of his right hand firmly against the metal plate of the door. From somewhere beyond, there came the familiar
answering whir and the door slid silently open. Carolyn followed him around the elaborate folding screen which sheltered the room from view
when the door was open. Whatever she had expected to see in her mind’s eye, it certainly was not the sight which met her eyes. She stared
at the huge laboratory area. Everything was neat and sterile in appearance. She could hear the faint hum of the air conditioning unit and the
temperature was pleasantly cool. There was a fresh light scent of ozone in the air but, she thought with surprise, no doggy odor although
nearly half the area was taken up with wire cages. Each cage was immaculate, as those in the outer room had been, except that these cages
bore no pedigrees, no identification other than a small neatly lettered sign with each dog’s name she could read those nearest her ‹ Nero,
Baron, Casanova, Brute, simple names with no hint of Royal Benson registration. Yet to Carolyn’s untrained eyes they were as big and well
bred as the show dogs she had just admired.

She stared at the dogs, her emotions part horror and part curiosity. Fawn, black, harlequin-spotted animals, alert and obviously in the peak of
health. Some were young, gangly legged beasts with huge paws and clumsy manners, the canine adolescents. Some were huge
heavy-chested animals; virile, beautiful, terrible … and each one watched her intently. One immense dog in particular, a fawn-colored giant
with a black mask, rose from his haunches when she entered and had paced impatiently back and forth the length of his cage ever since.
Carolyn felt uncomfortable in his presence and forced her eyes away from his. She turned her back and left the area of his cage and still she
felt those eyes following her. She knelt before a separate cage of young puppies, letting them tumble over one another and chew on her
fingers; anything to avert her mind from the pacing dog behind her.

Jason watched with interest. The girl seemed to subconsciously sense the King’s presence yet he was certain she did not recognize him after
a cursory glance at a roomful of dogs. To the novice, one Dane looked pretty much like another. Interesting, Jason thought, interesting.

“Well, my dear,” Jason called her attention back to the business at hand, “Would you like to see how we train our dogs?”

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.

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