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Subject: Breeders (4/9)  "The Breeders"
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disgrace freely from her body.  That terrible dog's insatiable 
tongue would call forth a climax that she could not stop.  His 
knowing tongue would bury itself in her dark passage and she knew 
she would cum.  She knew she would be unable to stop.  And she 
would squeeze out the scant teaspoon of body wine and wet his 
tongue ... and she would never, never be able to forgive herself 
for her own weaknesses.
     It was a weakness of the flesh.  That was all, she tried to 
placate her wounded pride, even the Bible spoke of the sins of the 
flesh and of the saintly men who fell prey to them.  It was a 
sordid weakness of the flesh.  But it wasn't Carolyn knew, it 
wasn't because she was enjoying it, ENJOYING IT!  Breathing hard, 
trying to hold back, Carolyn opened her eyes and stared wildly up 
at the two men who watched and waited to see her fall into hell.  
Her eyes pleaded with them ‹ take it away, take that awful animal 
away, take it away before I weaken!  Please!  PLEASE!  But the 
cruel faces gloated over her and smiled, each in his own way 
enjoying her descent into depravity.
     "Feels good like I said," Mario tormented, "Doesn't it feel 
good?"
     He leaned over her body and brushed his lips across each 
nipple, licking it first as the dog licked her scented cunt, then 
biting the hard little bauble.  He laughed as the girl winced with 
pain.
     "By the time Nero has shoved his big john in ya, ya won't 
even notice a little love bite like that."  Mario poised his open 
lips a few inches above Carolyn's.  He stuck his pointed tongue 
out and wriggled it at her. Carolyn continued to breathe heavily 
through her parted lips.  Slowly, the dog sank down burying his 
stiff little tongue as deeply as possible in her warm mouth.  It 
wriggled there, hot and trembling, reaching deep into her mouth 
and tickling.  "That's how old Nero's big jock's gonna tickle your 
guts, baby, only it'll feel like a $1.98 roll of baloney.  It'll 
feel four inches through!"
     He ran his wet tongue across her dry lips, then probed for 
the touch of her tongue.  He sucked at it, trying to pull it up 
into his mouth, but Carolyn avoided the bait.
     "Stick it out, baby," he threatened, "before I belt ya!"
     Reluctantly, the pink tip rose from her mouth and Mario fell 
upon it hungrily.  His hot mouth sucked the tender tidbit, harder 
and harder until she could resist the pressure no longer and went 
limp beneath his mouth. Mario sucked the pink lollypop with a 
voracious hunger until he sensed the approaching climax in her 
heated loins.  He released the sensitive flesh of her mouth and 
raised up to watch her fall to her canine lover. Jason knew the 
struggle which had racked her soul.  He recognized the sensual 
scent which had begun to waft up from her opened crotch.  He knew 
her time was near.  The dog sensed the rising excitement in the 
bitch's body and he licked enthusiastically, never seeming to 
weary of the game they played.  Jason stepped back and looked 
beneath the animal's belly where the heavy head of his huge cock 
hung loose and ready.  Its savage size made to look even more 
vicious as it slid in and out of its hairy sheath, poised for 
attack.  A man's cock looked tame next to Nero's fat ten-inch 
billy club with its hard pointed tip dripping and gesturing.
     Jason smiled with anticipation.  The girl was already 
responding to the dog's tongue.  She was beginning to enjoy it.  
But what he waited for was yet to come.  He was waiting for the 
big brute to ram the huge prick into her belly all the way like 
dogs did ‹ HARD!  ‹ and without the human frailty of being gentle.  
All he had to do was let Nero know the bitch was his, and he would 
bury his monstrous bone so deep in the woman's guts it would make 
her scream with pain.  That's what Jason Benson waited for ... let 
the bitch howl!  Nero would pump her so hard and fast she would 
beg him to pull the dog off.  He leaned over and picked up the 
choke chain in one hand and toyed with it ... only he wouldn't 
pull the dog off.  He wanted to watch him jab her with that great 
pointed prick until she bled! He looked at her stomach.  She was 
short coupled.  If Nero buried it deep, it would dig holes in her 
filthy female cunt.  And served her right. Women were no goddamn 
good.  Jason was the Master here.  Jason would call the plays.
     "Nero," he said sharply to the bobbing head of the dog 
between the girl's legs, "Go get her boy, fuck her.  Fuck her, 
Nero, fuck her!"
     Mario looked at his employer with amusement.  There was a big 
wet stain on Jason's gray slacks and a small bulge behind it 
calling attention to his indiscretion.  But that was Jason's 
problem.  His own dong was standing at attention, wet and willing, 
and when Nero had ripped her into shreds of passion, he would reap 
the wild oats.  He watched the big dog raise up and fix his feet 
on the carpeted supports on either side of the plastic nest, 
straddling the girl, his eager haunches poking its great spear at 
the girl's crotch.  What a cock, Mario thought, goddamn him, what 
a cock!
     Nero poked frantically between the girl's parted legs, the 
hard point of his penis jabbing into the tender skin here and 
there, but Carolyn's climax had begun.  She was scarcely conscious 
of the huge animal who was trying to bury himself in her hole.  
The first tingles of her orgasm spread through her helpless body 
like ripples on a pond, each one following the other, shimmering 
in pain, bubbling with pleasure.  And then the ripples grew and 
great rolling waves of passion took their place.  Her eyes closed, 
her head rolling from side to side, Carolyn's only thoughts were 
of the hot streaks of pleasure which roared in from all directions 
like speeding trains bent on the destruction of a central 
terminal.  Pain and pleasure chased each other through the 
delicate walls of flesh, winced and wallowed in the depths of her 
body, while she lay prisoner at the mercy of her pulsing need.  
The straps which held her were torture bands for she could not 
even rise to meet the contractions of her growing climax nor move 
to ease the straining body.  She could not work her hips to hurry 
it to its end.  She could do nothing but lie there and let the 
almost unbearable pangs of pleasure rape her helpless body.  Time 
and time again the pinioned vagina jerked within the fiat belly 
skin.
     Mario watched the pink lips open and close as Carolyn's 
growing spasms took over her mind and body.  Nero's thrusting 
penis pressed time and again into the girl's spread-eagled legs 
only to ram its rock-hard point into solid flesh.  Mario watched 
both the girl and the dog carefully.  When he was certain, he 
reached across and guided the animal's heavy organ through the 
open door of her split, burying the pointed head enough that the 
dog's first hearty lunge would carry it inside.  Nero had first 
class equipment but his aim was lousy.  Mario pulled his hand away 
and let Nero's humping body take over.
     "Get her, boy," Mario said softly to the near frantic animal.  
"Fuck her good!"
     The huge dog needed no encouragement.  Once his great pointed 
organ had nosed into the bitch's opening, animal instinct took 
over.  He threw his 161 pounds of fury, sinew and muscle behind 
his spearhead and drove it hard into her hot hole.
     "OHHHHHHHhhhhhh!!!" Carolyn moaned, first with pain and then 
with exquisite pleasure as the force of the dog's brutal insertion 
triggered the final magnificent explosion.  Her body jerked 
repeatedly, pouring out its warm orgasmic pleasures with wild 
abandon.  "Ohhh! ... Ohhh! ... Ohhh!"
     Only when she lay spent and gasping for air did the girl 
realize the brutal massage of her vagina was still going on.  She 
lay still and exhausted upon her plastic couch.  The flesh within 
her warm wet cunt pulled in and out with the pressing demands of 
someone's huge hard organ. Jason?  She was too tired to force her 
head up off the table and look. Mario?  Perhaps when she had 
rested a moment ... she lay helpless beneath the tight straps, 
gasping for air, and hating herself for weakening beneath the 
dog's tireless tongue.  The dog was ... THE DOG! ... she forced 
her head up and looked down over her naked body into the savage 
face of the enormous dog towering over her.
     "No!  Oh no, no.  NO!" she whispered in desperation trying to 
pull her hips away but the woven band held firm.  Her eyes grew 
wilder as she realized what was happening.  It was not the 
jackhammering pain between her legs but the realization, the 
actual sight of the dog's humping body, that warped her control.  
It was crushing her sensitivity, the prim flower of her upbringing 
being ground into the dirt ... she would never know the peace of 
innocence again.  Her eyes focused hazily on the great animal's 
under belly and the muscles that rolled each time he thrust high 
into her chastity.  Surely, Carolyn thought, surely she would go 
out of her mind. But she didn't.
     Slowly she raised her tortured eyes to the dog's muzzle in 
motion above her bare stomach.  The dog was no longer panting.  
His huge jowls were closed and he stared intently at the bare wall 
behind her, a magnificent picture of animal endurance and 
concentration.  She hated herself for the thought but he was a 
regal beast.  And tireless.  His strong haunches hunkered over the 
spread of her legs and he rapid-fired the huge cock into her soft 
hole with machine-like regularity.  Carolyn stared at the 
fantastic size of his dog's organ as it slid in and out of view.  
The sight of the devil dong pummeling her body was almost too much 
for her sanity.
     Carolyn knew it was going to happen again.  If Jason Benson 
didn't get his foul beast away from her loins, she would surely 
fall victim to his well-trained penis.  The soft tremors of 
passion were playing through her body for a second time.



Chapter 7

     "Get ... him ... off ... of ... me," Carolyn begged between 
the double-time cadence of the humping dog.  "Please ... pull ... 
him ... off ... of ... me ... please ... please."
     Jason held up the choke chain and looked at her 
questioningly.
     "Did you say you wanted me to call Nero off?" he asked with a 
facetious smile. "Yes ... Yes ... Please!" Carolyn gasped.
     Jason held the chain before her tortured eyes, held it out 
for her to plead for, to beg for ... then dropped it to the floor 
with a loud rattle Let the little bitch suffer like those wrinkled 
old bags had made him suffer.  Beg, bitch, beg.  He walked to the 
side of the table and smiled down into Carolyn's face.  He loved 
to watch the expressions of pain and degradation flow across her 
lovely features. "Please ... Mr. ... Ben ... son ... PLEASE."
     Jason smiled softly, his eyes had a faraway look though they 
caught every look that swept out of control.  Both hands openly 
rubbed his pants front now, rolling the meager stick of flesh 
between his perspiring palms. The wet spot on his trousers had 
grown larger as his excited hands massaged and cuddled the 
reluctant organ back to life, matching his strokes to those of the 
hunching haunches of the Great Dane.
     From his unobstructed view point on the other side of the 
table, Mario watched first the heaving dog and then his employer's 
growing excitement.  Jason always used the dogs to get a stiff 
going, always intending to use the girl after the animals had done 
with her ... but he rarely lasted that long.  Mario grinned with 
malicious amusement.  You'd think he'd learn but he never did.  He 
just kept on watching 'em, dog after dog, until his puny penis 
couldn't stand the gaff any longer.  Mario had watched Jason's 
failures time and again.  Once the soggy thing got in gear, it 
leaked out a few warnings and then POW!  Mario grinned wider ... 
any minute now, he thought, judging by the size of the dark spot 
on Jason's pants.  He knew all the symptoms after eight years with 
Jason Benson.  Any minute now, and that was all right with him.  
Let the dogs get her hot to trot.
     They were just warming up the ovens for him.  Let the 
honorable Mr. Benson squirt off in his pants.  Who the hell cared?  
Mario reached down and took a firm grip on the suddenly solid 
pecker that pushed out of his own pants.  It was every stud for 
himself around this damn place and the devil fuck the hindmost.  
Mario rubbed his callused thumb across the coronal ridge, enjoying 
the responsive throb in his jock.  Gotta be prepared, he thought 
happily to himself and milked a few drops of fluid from the slit 
on the blood-darkened head and smeared it carefully over the blunt 
end of his club.  Gotta be prepared.
     Carolyn no longer pleaded with Jason Benson, nor did she 
stare up at the dog in horror.  Her eyes were focused on the 
ceiling directly over head, oblivious to everything except the 
powerhouse slams between her throbbing thighs.  The tremors which 
ran through her tethered body were strong now, wild and 
uncivilized like the animals in her guts, the ten thousand crawly 
sperm which her uterus warmed and fed and housed.  They would soon 
be joined by ten thousand more and ten thousand after that, 
squirming and wiggling inside her private world.  She could never 
wash them all out.  Hoary pictures of her future floated 
detachedly before her half-glazed eyes ‹ her red torn hole gushing 
like a fountain in the park, spewing forth milky white dog sperm 
in impossible quantities, a litter of puppies with doggy bodies 
and her face, a long waiting line of dogs one behind the other 
with their cocks dragging on the ground waiting their turn to pump 
up the white lady prisoner, and there she was on a chain herself 
while a prospective buyer looked at her ears and withers and felt 
up her ass and questioned her pedigree ‹ impressionistic pictures 
of her future with Jason Benson.  Her mind fighting for 
consciousness and barely holding its own, Carolyn knew both the 
nightmares and the needs that held her body prisoner.  And if she 
were untied at this very moment, she also knew she would not leave 
the table until this awful thing had worn itself out.
     She began to gasp for breath, deep racking gulps of air to 
fill her lungs and give her strength for the ravage of her violent 
orgasm ... for it was on the way!
     "Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm," she crooned aloud to herself, "I'm 
coming ... I'm ... Mmmmmmmm, Mmmmm ... coming ... harder ... 
harder ... Mmmmmm, Mmmmmm."
     Each jerking throb of her body's great orgasm brought a low 
moan from the girl in the plastic prison.  The still humping dog 
was caught up in the excitement, sensed the end was near, and 
began the guttural whine with which most dogs signal the impending 
breeding.  His dog knot was swelling to proportions one would not 
have believed possible to push in and out of a woman's fragile 
hole, and yet he did.  Carolyn was whimpering now, partly from the 
pain of the growing knot, partly from the pleasure of pre- climax 
when the world is a wonderful soft glow of clouds floating.
     "Ohhhhhh, mmmmmm, ohhhhhhhh," she groaned louder as she 
climbed a mountain of orgasms and reached the pinnacle.  "OHHHH  
OHHH!!!"

*    *    *

     She lay exhausted and limp, her body suddenly squeezed dry of 
passion and drained of all movement.  There was only the faintest 
flutter of motion beneath the ivory lids and a single sigh.
     And still the Great Dane hammered his bone into her lifeless 
form. His knob would no longer pull free of the bitch's body 
beneath.  The long deep thrusts had suddenly become a staccato of 
short stabs which shook her body on the table with their 
intensity.
     Jason never took his eyes from the girl's tortured face until 
she had given herself to the animal and sank in exhaustion.  She 
would never be the same in her own eyes again.  He, Jason Benson, 
had seen to that!  And now it was his turn.  The dog would cast 
the last stone of shame  ... and then he would casually redeem her 
with his gift of 'acceptance' into the fold.  Jason let his cold 
hard eyes slide down the girl's still body to the brown velour of 
her open crotch and watched the dog's unusually thick penis 
ripping away the last vestiges of her fallen dignity.  With one 
final whine, Nero burst his dog knot and the hot juice ran slowly 
out into the unprotesting bitch's body.  The dog humped one last 
time, twice, then stood still with his massive head down, panting, 
as he patiently waited for the swelling to go down in his buried 
staff.  Hung up, as he was on the narrow frame of the woman's 
body, he could do nothing but squat over his vaginal prison and 
wait.
     Jason felt the warnings coming.  He tried to hold back, tried 
desperately, but he could feel it shooting up from his emaciated 
balls. Frantic with haste, he grabbed the chain about the Dane's 
neck and pulled at it.  The big dog only looked at him.  Then 
Jason realized the dog couldn't move.  He was still hung up on the 
woman.  Oh Jesus, he thought, fumbling with the zipper on his 
expensive trousers.  The zipper lock slowed him down.  He'd never 
make it!  Then it slipped free and whirred all the way down to his 
crotch.  Jason clutched the wet-head hard and scurried toward the 
other end of the table where Carolyn's head lay but a few scant 
inches from the edge.  He could lean over that far.  She wasn't 
getting off this easy, by god, she had somethin' coming and she 
was gonna get it!  The final blow of Jason Benson, ha!  And one 
more woman to squirm beneath his hot kiss of sperm.
     It was ready to burst!  He held the fat little head tight in 
his hand, holding the oozing slit shut, holding back the explosion 
of man juice until he could get his dripping cock between the 
woman's open lips ... but it was too late! ... and the warm thick 
liquid spurted into his hand and ran like thick white syrup 
between his fingers and made wet sticky spots upon his trousers. 
Jason watched the jerking organ in his hand with disbelief.  When 
the last drop had wrung itself free, a soft sob broke the long 
silence of the room.  Jason spread his hands open before him and 
looked at the waste, then turned and ran from the room.
     Mario watched his employer's retreating back and felt the 
detached amusement he had known so often before.  He had often 
heard Jason telling people that he, Mario, was 'a little slow in 
his thinking.'  Huh!  Well, maybe he was.  That's what the doctors 
said before he ran away from the detention home and he found a job 
here with the kennels.  Maybe he was, Mario chuckled mirthlessly 
to himself, but he didn't have to watch a dog screwing to get a 
stiff on.  He didn't fuck into his hands.  Not Mario Santos!  He 
always found somethin' convenient and willing - well, sometimes 
willing ‹ to stick it in.  Yeah, like the baby doll there.
     Mario bounced his heavy cock in his hand and moved closer to 
the table where Carolyn lay limp and near total exhaustion, her 
face turned toward the other wall.  He reached over and turned her 
face back toward him with his free hand.
     "Hey, baby, wake up.  This ain't no time to be taking a nap.  
You only been fed on one end."  He grinned, distorting his 
features with the lewdness of his intentions.  "If you're gonna 
burn the candle at both ends, girlie, you better feed 'em both."
     Carolyn hadn't opened her eyes nor changed her expression.  
Mario slapped her cheek a short stinging blow.
     "You hear me?" he snarled.  "You better hear me, little lady, 
I didn't go fucking off in no goddam dog just to give you a show!  
You got entertained, now you bloody well better pay your fare."
     Carolyn's eyes fluttered several times and then opened 
slowly.  Only inches from her face, the long fat cock joggled and 
waved in the air. She watched it swaying there with a sort of 
detached immunity.  Then slowly, slowly, she gathered in her nets 
of reality and realized what the fat fleshy worm was doing there.  
She pulled her head back and turned her face away.
     "Don't do that ... again!" Mario growled down at her, roughly 
grabbing her chin with his hand and slamming her head back the 
other way to face the drooling beast which grew from his hairy 
loins.
     "Haven't you done enough to me?" she whimpered.
     "Me?"  Mario said with feigned innocence. "Me?  Why, you laid 
there and fucked off a hundred and sixty-pound Dane with a pecker 
like a shetland pony ... and ya squeezed it so tight he hung up on 
ya, and old piss pants squirted in his hand just lookin' at you 
... and you got the guts to say I've done enough to you! Huh!  If 
ya think I did it, you must have been enjoying it even more than I 
thought you were." Carolyn looked at the small man with disgust, 
then felt the warm rise of blood to her face.  She had enjoyed it.  
That was the trouble and that was why she was blushing.  She 
wished she could stop.  It was like a signed confession to her 
sins. She averted her eyes from his. "Well, if you aren't the 
blushingest broad I ever saw."  Mario chuckled.  "After the dog-
hair fucking you got from old Nero here, and from the King t'other 
day, you just ain't got no cause to go redding up like that ... 
specially when all I wantcha to do is help me with my little 
problem."
     Mario grasped his long penis and waggled it at her.
     "See?  It's got a terrible swelling in it.  Just needs a 
little attention, a little mouth massage." He poked the fat 
leaking head against her lips.  It left a wet splotch on the dry 
skin of her mouth and chin.
     Carolyn's body convulsed and she turned her head away.
     "I said don't do that again!" Mario slapped her hard.  The 
suddenness of his move and the loud smack of his flat hand against 
her cheek startled the big dog and he jumped back, pulling his dog 
pecker free with a lewd slurping sound.
     "Owwwww!" Carolyn grimaced with the sharp pain.
     The knot had not yet spent itself and the dog's weight had 
pulled it free by tearing the delicate tissues of her entrance.  
Droplets of blood flowed from the torn flesh and mingled with the 
oozing liquids that were the proof of Nero's nesting in her hairy 
little hole.  Together they slid down the crack of her buttocks 
and onto the table's surface and puddled there, red and white 
smears for all to see. The dog walked a few feet away, then sat 
down and licked the woman smell from his contented cock. His long 
tongue curled out and around his own stick as Bravo had curled and 
licked at Mario moments before.  Now and then a small drop or two 
of fluid would seep from the center passage and poise dangerously 
on the brink of his prick.  Nero licked them carefully off until 
the organ was no longer bulbous and had slid back into the hairy 
security of its pouch of flesh, carried like a kangaroo baby 
beneath his lean stomach until his Master brought him another 
bitch to breed.  He licked his mouth off and looked around the 
room.
     "Come on, Nero," Mario called.  "Back in your cage."
     The dog looked at him but didn't move.  A small whine came 
from his throat.
     "What's the matter, boy?  Want a little more nookey?"
     The dog whined again, then rose slowly to his feet and walked 
to the end of the stanchion.  His great neck stretched out and he 
sniffed at Carolyn's dripping vagina.  Mario chuckled.  Nero stuck 
out his thick wet tongue and licked the seeping flow away, 
cleaning her exposed parts thoroughly with the rough washrag.
     "Looks like you got a convert."  Mario chuckled openly.  "He 
sure does like the taste of your pussy."
     "Get him away from me," There were tears in Carolyn's eyes.  
Tears of shame, for new the jerking orgasms were still and she 
could hear the condemning beat of her heart and the crying of her 
tarnished principles. "Please, Mario, PLEASE take the dog away and 
let me loose from here."
     Mario looked at her thoughtfully, then at the dog.  He looked 
down at the penis he grasped in his hand.  Then slowly, slowly he 
raised his eyes to hers.  His meaning was clear.  He ran his thumb 
back and forth over the ridge of his blood filled cock, not saying 
a word, waiting for Carolyn to make her decision.  He would get 
his way, tied or untied, dog or not ... but it might be fun to 
make her work without the restraining straps. Once more he looked 
at the dog, at the straps which held her helpless upon the table, 
and finally down at the fat head of his jock.  He skinned it back 
slowly and shook off the single drop of fluid onto her face.  It 
made a small tear shape which clung to her cheek for a moment then 
slid down across the smooth curve and onto the table beneath her 
head.
     "All right," Carolyn sighed with dejection, "Just take the 
dog away, now, right now, and I'll do whatever you want."
     Mario grinned.  Some days it didn't pay to get out of the 
sack ... but today, today was gonna be a good day.  He dropped the 
heavy stick of flesh and picked up Nero's dragging chain.
     "Come on, Nero," Mario said happily to the dog whose warm wet 
tongue still searched for tasty tidbits between the girl's 
perspiring thighs. "You've done your bit for A.K.C.  today.  'Keep 
the breed pure' ... isn't that what the Great Dane Clubs preach? 
... well, you did your part, huh? 'Keep the breed pure - fuck a 
broad instead!"'
     The Dane reluctantly allowed himself to be pulled away from 
Carolyn's open crotch.  Mario led him down the line of cages and 
closed the cage door behind him.  Mario clicked the lock shut, 
made a mark on the small calendar sign over his cage to indicate 
Nero had been 'exercised' on this date, then turned and grinned 
with evil anticipation.
     Carolyn strained her neck to look back.  She couldn't wait 
for him to release her from this table of terror.  What was 
keeping Mario?  Why didn't he hurry?
     "Untie me," she urged him to hurry.  "Please untie me."
     "I'm coming, I'm coming."  Mario laughed out loud.  "I didn't 
know you were so all-fired hot to eat my tail again.  Did it taste 
that good the other night?" "Don't be vulgar.  Just untie me."
     "I will.  I will.  But first ... I want to make sure you 
understand our bargain."
     "I understand," Carolyn agreed hoarsely. "You took the dog 
away and you untie me ... and then I have to go to bed with you.  
That's the bargain you want, isn't it?"
     "Welllllll, not exactly."  He grinned down at her, doodling 
with the strap which bound her breasts to the table.  "I don't 
want to go to bed with you.  I just want you to practice a little 
of that physical therapy the old man was talking about.  You can 
play Nursey with me, like he was saying about the dogs, only 
reversed like.  Ya see, baby, like I was a'saying before, I got 
this here terrible swelling in my dong and I need somebody kind 
and gentle to nurse me back to health. You know ... somebody who 
can sorta suck the poison out of the thing and make it all 
better???"
     Carolyn's eyes widened slightly.  She thought he had meant 
just ... just ... no, she hadn't really thought that at all.  She 
was just trying to fool herself again.  She had known all along 
what the perverted little man wanted.  Pretending she didn't 
wouldn't help at all.  She nodded her head, careful to avert her 
eyes from his.
     "Well, honey baby, if you know what I mean, let's hear you 
say so.  I can't place much store in head shakin'." "I'll do what 
you want," came her quiet reply.
     "You'll do what, baby, what'll you do?" Mario taunted. "I'll 
do ... what you said." "You still ain't coming through loud and 
clear." "I said all right."  Carolyn's voice was louder.
     "Say, it baby," jeered Mario's grinning mouth, "spit it out!  
Say all the words!  Say ... I want to suck you off ... say it, 
little lady, say it just like that."
     "I want to suck you off," Carolyn whispered, almost gagging 
on the unfamiliar words. "Louder." "I ... want ... to ... suck ... 
you ... off!" Her voice was wavering but it was loud enough to 
hear across the room.
     Mario grinned He turned and looked at the dogs.
     "You all hear that?" he asked.  "You hear this pretty lady 
begging ole Mario to pump a little down her throat?"
     He turned back to the girl still strapped to the table 
beneath his hands.
     "Well now, I guess I could let you have a swallow or two, 
just to wet your gullet."  He shook his head as he untied the 
straps, wrinkled his forehead in mock concern.  "Just don't 
understand girls these days.  All they wanna do is suck, suck, 
suck."
     He unfastened the strap which held her breasts, then the bond 
across her abdomen.  He rubbed the red stripe it had worn into her 
ivory flesh in her struggles.
     "Tch, tch," he mumbled at the red streak, then went on to 
release her feet from the splaying stirrups and her hands from 
their arm breaking bind beneath the table.  "There you go."
     He helped her up to a sitting position and watched her 
stretch her naked body like a newborn animal and rub her wrists 
where the cords had bitten deep.  She slid down from the raised 
platform of the dog stanchion and her knees buckled beneath the 
weight of her body.  With a soft moan of pain, she sank to her 
knees on the floor.
     "Well now, wouldn't that beat all?" Mario was quick to take 
advantage of anyone's weakness of the moment.  "Just fresh off the 
dog rack and she's right down on her knees before the first stiff 
prick she sees!! That's all right.  I understand how it is with 
you hot pussys."
     He pushed his hips forward, pressing the damp head of his 
cock against her lips and holding her head firmly between his 
hands so she couldn't move.
     "You just go right ahead and help yourself. We'll just call 
it a little midday snack."
     He undulated his hips gently forward and back, pressing the 
stiff penis against her full lips. When she didn't open her mouth 
to his fleshy knock, Mario let his fingers wind into her long hair 
and twisted his wrists slowly backward.
     "Aaaahhhh," she grunted with pain, her mouth opening as her 
head was forced back.
     "That's a girl," he nodded down at her, "now you just go 
ahead and enjoy your lunch ... I'll watch."
     Carolyn let the wet head of the fat organ move back and forth 
across her lips.  When it pushed at her teeth, she slowly opened 
her mouth until the thick trunk could ram its way onto her tongue. 
It lay there quietly, like an animal, panting and throbbing with 
excitement, like a thing alive.
     "There ... isn't that tasty, my dove?" Mario flexed the 
muscles of his groin and the fat worm came alive in her mouth, 
wriggling sensuously upon her tongue.  "Can you taste it yet? ... 
Is it good?"
     She could taste it, Carolyn thought with numb disgust, and it 
tasted like seawater.  Wet, faintly warm and a little salty.  The 
salty worm wriggled on her tongue, slid itself in and out of the 
cocoon of her mouth. Carolyn closed her eyes to the heavy mat of 
black hair from which this big worm came.  When she couldn't see 
it, it felt different.  It tasted different too, sweeter.  Sweet 
succulent meat.  Juicy with its natural liquids.  Satisfying ... 
like the sugartits she used to have as a small child when her 
mother would take a clean square of cloth and poke a pocket in it 
with her finger and fill it with sugar and vanilla for her to 
suck. Yes, it was rather like a long sugartit.  Man tits were no 
more than sugartits with salt ... and a heart beat you could feel 
when you sucked. She sucked at it experimentally, pausing to feel 
the heart beat increase. The long tit throbbed upon her tongue.  
She sucked again, gently rubbing her tongue along the underside of 
it like she had as a child to squeeze the sugar sweetness out of 
the oldfashioned sugartit.  There was wet sweetness upon her 
tongue.  Just a little.  She rubbed harder, sucking it in, then 
letting it slide out over her flicking tongue.  From somewhere 
above her head there was a deep throated moan, but Carolyn wasn't