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concerned with things beyond.  She wrapped her arms around the 
warm trunk which grew this delicious man tit for her, grasping a 
firm handhold on the cloth covered buttocks, and sucked it in 
deeper ... pressing her face tight against the gaping pants and 
feeling the black woolly curls against her nose and chin.  As a 
child she used to try to see how far down her throat she could let 
the sugartit go, still holding on to the cloth end. She sucked in 
on the salty-sweet man tit and let it slide down her warm cave 
until she gagged ... and swallowed at it.
     The convulsion of the girl's throat milked hard at Mario's 
already excited penis.  It wasn't gonna last long but by god, it 
was gonna be one to remember, he thought.  Holding her head firm 
and still between the flats of his hands, he began the rhythmic 
thrusts into her mouth, dragging it out until he could look down 
and see the coronal ridge peeking from her lips then pushing it 
firmly into the dark hole until he could see no light between her 
mouth and his guts.  Each time he buried the spear in her throat, 
she swallowed and damn near bit the head off the thing.  As he 
slid it out across her eager tongue, she sucked voraciously and 
tickled the big sensitive vein beneath it.  He leaned over and 
sucked his stomach in to get a better view of his prick and her 
clinging lips.  Once he pulled it clear out, accidentally, and it 
made a loud slurping sound when the suction broke loose.  God 
damn, it was sexy watching the little broad sucking him off like 
that.
     He pressed down on her shoulders and she sank a couple inches 
down on her haunches. Then he tipped her face up a little so he 
could watch the pistoning penis sliding through her wet lips from 
a better angle.  Her eyes were closed ... but her mouth was 
active.  God, was it active!  She was sucking harder now, so hard 
sometimes that it felt like the fat head would pop off and she 
would swallow it.  But it felt good.  He would be cumming soon.  
Already he could feel the streaks of pleasure squeezing through 
his loins and aiming toward her hungry mouth.
     Carolyn ate at the long worm of flesh.  The more she held it 
in her mouth, the better it tasted.  The more she sucked the taste 
from it, the more it struggled to get away.  She couldn't let it 
get away ... suck harder, hold tighter.  She clamped her fingers 
into his butt and squeezed hard.  The delicious flesh was worming 
its way in and out of her mouth faster now, faster across her 
tongue.  Sometimes she didn't time it right and she sucked at a 
man tit already gone ... like then ... it slid out of her mouth 
and left her gaping mouth open, mewling and begging for its 
return.  And then it was inside her again, the hard-soft flesh 
with its oozing tit.  She nestled down between the man's spread 
legs and angled her neck straight up like a baby bird begging for 
worms.
     He bent his knees a little and rubbed the open pants crotch 
over her face.  He was cumming.  He was cumming!  He lifted her 
head back up before his hot penis and started throwing the meat to 
her, HARD.  Deep into her hungry mouth, deep, never bringing it 
out, just short fast stabs ... until the force of his need spewed 
out in spurts and filled her sucking mouth. At the final 
explosion, he rammed it deep between her jaws and held her head 
hard against him so she couldn't move.
     Her nose was mashed against the hard cords of his stomach and 
she was sure a sharp tooth had cut her lips where they pressed 
against his centerbone ... but it didn't matter.  The warm man tit 
had burst in her throat and the salty-sweet liquid had drenched 
her mouth.  She swallowed ... and again ... and again ... until 
all that was left was the lingering taste of sea water ... and the 
contented feeling of saturation.
     Slowly she sank down on her bent legs ... and the once fat 
tit slid wetly from her slack mouth and fell loose upon the fly of 
Mario's pants. She gasped for air, breathing in long noisy 
breaths.  Slowly, very slowly, the heat of her passionate nature 
died down ... and she realized what she had done ... and done 
willingly.  She closed her eyes and hung her head down.  God would 
never forgive her.  No one would ever forgive her.  She couldn't 
forgive herself.
     Why was it, after the first terrible transgression, sin came 
easier?



Chapter 8

     Jason had been right, Carolyn thought to herself.  After the 
first couple weeks, it had been easier.  She no longer felt more 
than occasional twinges of guilt over her association with the 
dogs.  It had become a job - with its unpleasant moments, with its 
gratifying moments as well ‹ it was a job and it paid well.  She 
longed to be free of it, sometimes during the long sleepless 
nights, but she seldom considered trying to leave Royal Benson 
Kennels.  The hours were good.
     She worked from four to five hours a day.  In exchange for 
those hours, she received room and board and $300 a month, tax 
free ... and all the orgasms she wanted, she thought mirthlessly.  
She was rapidly building up a nice nest egg ... and an insatiable 
hunger for sex.  Carolyn shrugged her shoulders indifferently.  
What the hell, there were plenty of dogs in training with Dane-
sized dogpeckers and boundless energy. She no longer felt repulsed 
by their great cocks in her body.  It gave her much pleasure ... 
and the dogs were not to blame.  They were devoted, well-trained, 
well-bred animals and only doing what they were systematically 
trained to do. They were clean, genuinely affectionate and eager 
to please.  Why shouldn't she let them please?
     Carolyn yawned.  She had been up late last night watching a 
movie on her small television set.  When time came to sleep, 
somehow she hadn't been drowsy and had lain there for several 
hours thinking about Royal Benson Kennels.  She had made an 
important decision.  When she had saved up enough money, perhaps 
$1500, she would leave New York and begin again. New clothes new 
hair style, new town ... new life ... one with a steady job, a 
nice young man and a normal sex life.  She would tell everyone 
that she was allergic to dogs or something so she would never be 
put in a position of temptation from their proximity.  It was an 
important decision, Carolyn nodded to herself.  Yes, something to 
plan for, to think about, and to look forward to.
     Meanwhile there was work to do.  Jason had specifically asked 
her to come down to the lab early this morning, to complete her 
chores rapidly. Today she was to begin her 'solo flight' as it 
were.  Dog show season began in less than a month and Jason wanted 
to prepare her to take over full charge of the special training 
section.  Carolyn smiled ironically to herself.  Funny thing, 
Jason had ceased to force his sexual attentions on her once she 
willingly accepted the dogs.  When sexual union with the animals 
no longer repulsed her, he seemed to withdraw within himself.  He 
became silent and brooding and his relationship with her was one 
of clinical sterility.  He watched the couplings, studied the 
dog's techniques and made suggestions for improvement.  He 
supervised their diets and their coat care.  But his demeanor with 
Carolyn was no different than his attitude toward Mario, one of 
tolerance of the hired help, barely tolerant.  Not that she 
minded, Carolyn thought gratefully.  Jason's sexual prowess left 
much to be desired even if he could manage to get the pitifully 
limp thing in gear.
     She heard footsteps at the door and the whir of the electric 
trip for the door but she went right on with her work and didn't 
turn around. The tread was light on the tile behind her.  It was 
Jason.
     "Good morning, Jason," Carolyn said tonelessly over the sound 
of running water in the sink.
     "Hmmm?  Oh, yes, yes."  Jason muttered.  "Did you see that 
envelope of AKC pedigree forms?  It came just recently and I'm 
sure I left it in here."
     There was a frantic rattle of papers, cupboard doors opened 
and shut, and footsteps hurrying about.  Like a rat, a large rat 
squeaking and scurrying about, Carolyn thought impersonally, and 
she didn't care for rats.
     "I can't find them anywhere," Jason muttered to himself, "and 
I must register those pups before the opening show.  "Where in the 
world????"
     Without turning around, Carolyn knew he was making a shamble 
of the small desk top where she maintained the intricate records 
of all her canine charges.  It would take her an hour to 
straighten out the mess he made.
     "They aren't in here, Jason."  She hoped to discourage him 
from disrupting her work schedule.  "I cleaned out that desk just 
yesterday. There's nothing in there except the lab forms.  Are you 
sure they came this week?  Sure they were brought into the lab?"
     "Yes, yes, of course I'm sure," he said, continuing his 
scramble through the once orderly drawers.  "Don't you remember, 
girl, you paid Mario for the extra postage out of the petty cash 
right here in this drawer!  It was a large manila envelope with 
airmail stickers all over it. Now where the ..."
     "Oh.  Oh that."  Carolyn could never understand Jason's 
preoccupation with show season.  It drove everything else 
completely out of his mind, like closing the door on a cluttered 
closet.  "For heaven sakes, that envelope came nearly a month ago.  
You left it here on the desk for two weeks and I finally filed it 
away in the kennel records files out front." "Huh?  Oh, has it 
been that long?"  He scurried out of the lab and the door whirred 
shut behind him.

*    *    *

     She shook her head.  Couldn't understand that man.  Not that 
she really cared, he was another of the disgusting vermin of the 
world and the fact that he was human was purely accidental!  But 
he could sign checks and cash them and give her a badly needed 
start on a new life.  A means to an end.  After all, life was not 
necessarily pretty even for the 'respectable' inhabitants of 
society.  The dogs were more respectful in their attitude toward 
her than the many fanny-pinching bosses she'd worked for in the 
past.  She'd had more than her share of that run-around-the- desk 
exercise that kept most working girls slim. That was what had 
prompted her to accept a job away from her home town, she 
recalled, a 'nice respectable job for a girl alone' her older 
friends had said and so she moved to New York and went to work for 
the Deacon.  Save your money and save your soul ... they expected 
most of her money donated to the church and the Deacon's 
respectable son had taken care of her soul.  It had been the 
recollection of this unsavory memory that had prompted her 
decision to remain with Royal Benson Kennels until she had saved 
up enough money to really become respectable. "Whatcha thinking so 
hard about, Lollypop?"
     Carolyn jumped noticeably.  She had been so engrossed in her 
thoughts this morning that she hadn't noticed the whir of the 
electric door.  She looked around into Mario's perpetually leering 
face. "Don't call me Lollypop!" she growled at him.
     "Awww, don't be like that," he grinned, "it's just a pet name 
for a little girl who likes all day suckers." "You're disgusting, 
Mario!"
     "You don't think that when you get itchy-britches from the 
dogs, you prissy little whore!" Mario scowled at the girl's back.  
"Just you let them goddam Danes work on ya awhile and you change 
your tune.  Then you start eyeing my pants, don't ya bitch?"
     Carolyn didn't answer.  She stacked the last of the dog bowls 
in the low sink and began scrubbing them clean.
     "Don't ya?" Mario poked at her shoulder with a stiff finger.  
"About the third stud ya exercise, you start getting horny and 
even the dogs can't satisfy you, can they?  All a guy's gotta do 
is walk up beside the stanchion and hang his dong out and Little 
Miss Innocence starts gobblin' ... Jesus!  Yer just lucky I got a 
leanin' toward French Culture or you'd be out of luck."
     "You wouldn't know what 'culture' was," Carolyn spat at him.  
"I doubt that you could even spell it"
     "Huh!  Well maybe I ain't no college graduate like old piss-
in-his- pants Benson, but that sure as hell don't seem to bother 
ya none when your dog-eating pussy's on fire and ya gotta yen to 
suck!"
     Carolyn whirled around with fire in her eye but Mario jumped 
back and laughed obscenely.  It made his day off to a good start 
when he could rile the girl.  He had little use for her lately.  
It had been great fun when she was scared shitless of the dogs and 
had to be tied down to be screwed by anybody.  She had been a real 
piece of tail then ... until she got to liking the dogs.  Now the 
only time he could get a piece of her was when she'd had several 
of the Danes to exercise and was hotter than a Tennessee cracker, 
and then it was usually with a dog hung up in her and she frenched 
him.  He oughta let her go hungry!  That's what he oughta do. 
Still, he thought resentfully, she was better than the dogs when 
ya really need to squirt.  Goddam righteous women anyway, who they 
think they were?
     "Here," Carolyn shoved a stack of water pans in his arms.  
"Get your mind out of the gutter and let's get the work done 
around here."
     "Okay, okay," Mario took the pans and walked slowly toward 
the first row of cages, "but just you wait, hot twat, wait until 
you're hungry for my meat.  Ya know what I'm gonna do then?  Ya 
know?  I'm gonna take it out and wave it under yer goddam nose and 
then I'm gonna shove it up a dog's ass ... and you can suck yer 
thumb!"
     Mario slammed open the door of the first cage and went about 
his clean-up chores muttering to himself. Carolyn washed out the 
sink quickly, then began sorting and filling the nursing bottles.  
She wanted to work.  She needed to work.  She needed to do 
something to keep her mind occupied.  What he said was true.  She 
hated his guts but it was true.  When the dogs had warmed her up, 
she would willingly do just about anything.  It was phenomenal 
what those rough tongues could do to a girl.  Her schedule called 
for six young lickers, as Jason so crudely referred to the 
beginning males, a day on Tuesday and Thursday.  There were four 
mature males in training at the moment who went all the way 
Monday, Wednesday and Friday.  And then, of course, there were the 
pups who had to be bottle nursed a few minutes each and every day 
and those who were old enough given five minutes at her breast, 
not for the nutrient value for her breasts were dry, of course, 
but to keep their puppy nursing habits well in mind through the 
transition period from puppy to fully trained adulthood.  It was 
no wonder she got a little overheated. With the training schedule 
she followed, a marble statue would need a tranquilizer.
     Carolyn finished filling the nursing bottles and lined them 
up on the shelf of the small refrigerator.  The food and water 
dishes had been cleaned and the meat and kibble prepared for the 
next meal.  She looked around the room to make sure she had not 
forgotten anything.  Jason was a tyrant at times.  She had known 
the feel of his dog whips more than once, and she had no desire to 
experience the pain again.  His sadistic desire to degrade and 
cause pain to women had frightened her for awhile but she had 
become mentally numb to the many things about Royal Benson Kennels 
which revolted her.  It was easier that way.  He no longer 
frightened her, but she tried to avoid giving him any possible 
cause to do it again.
     "Come on, you lazy broad," Mario growled from the row of 
cages, "If I gotta work, so do you."
     It was getting harder and harder lately to ignore Mario's 
crude cutting comments.  If he didn't stop it, one of these days 
she would sic the dogs on him.  They were fanatically devoted to 
her and one word would be all it would take.  Just then she heard 
the electric purr of the outer door and knew Jason had returned to 
the lab to begin the day's work.  She turned to him and awaited 
orders.

*    *    *

     Jason walked directly to the metal cupboard and removed a 
small black notebook from the shelf of dog breeding books.  He 
picked up a Veterinarian's Guide To Canine Matings in the other 
hand, a large thick volume with unmistakable signs of long use.   
Carolyn watched and waited without speaking.  He laid these upon 
the long center counter, pursed his lips as if wondering what he 
had forgotten, then with an almost inaudible 'oh yes' he crossed 
to the small safe which stood in the far corner of the room.  She 
watched him squat on his sparemeated haunches and flip the dial 
impatiently.  When it clicked open, he reached in and brought out 
a beautifully tooled leather covered book.  This too he placed 
upon the center counter after locking the safe door securely 
behind him.  He looked at the three items he had placed there, 
nodded his head curtly to himself, then turned to Carolyn.
     "Are you ready to begin?" he asked brusquely.
     "I ... guess so."  Not knowing exactly what he had in mind.
     "Then let us make it as brief and concise as possible," he 
began, "I don't wish to waste unnecessary time with you." He began 
shuffling through the notebook.
     "Well, you're not exactly the soul of charm yourself!"  
Carolyn blurted before she thought.  But Jason only raised his 
head for a second or two and looked at her as if she had two 
heads, obviously a freak of nature.  Women had always found his 
continental charm appealing, the older more mature women with 
experience in the things that counted in the world. He tipped his 
head back slightly and looked down his aquiline nose at this girl 
who had the nerve to disagree with him.
     Carolyn knew she had erred and that Jason would find a way to 
make her sorry.  She lowered her eyes.  She hated his guts but she 
needed his money.  It would only be a few months before she had 
enough to start over. She swallowed her hate and tried to make 
subtle amends. "Sorry, Jason."  She said in a quiet submissive 
voice.  "I didn't sleep well last night and ... and I have a 
headache." He only looked at her.
     "Let's get on with the lessons, or whatever it was you wanted 
to show me today.  I'll be alright.  My ... headache is getting 
better."  She kept her eyes lowered and her voice soft, hoping it 
wouldn't reveal the steelheaded revulsion she had felt for the man 
since the first few days of her stay at Royal Benson Kennels.  She 
didn't look up but she knew his dark eyes were boring into her.  
She waited. "Very well," he said curtly.
     He sat down on the high stool which stood beside the counter, 
thumbed through the notebook to the page he sought and ran the 
pencil in his hand down the page.  Then he looked up.
     "Alright, Carolyn."  He began, "As I mentioned to you last 
night, show season begins shortly and I shall be gone a good deal 
of the time on weekends - Friday through Monday usually ‹ and I 
want to be certain that you have the procedures firmly and clearly 
in your mind.  We cannot make mistakes in our special training 
section.  A mistake ... could mean disaster both to our customer 
and to us.  If a dog isn't properly trained, he might become 
excited or angered and injure the buyer.  One mistake is the end 
of a hundred thousand dollar business.  I want you to understand 
how important the proper training can be!"
     "I think I understand," Carolyn said quietly.  "Even more 
important, I understand that if I do not train them right that I 
would probably be the first casualty."
     Jason smirked.  He tapped an idle finger on the counter and 
stared directly into her eyes.
     "Yes ... I think you do understand.  It would be a shame to 
see one of those plump breasts of yours in the angry teeth of one 
of my boys!  Or worse!!! ..."
     "I will do my work."  Carolyn was fighting her temper.
     "See that you do."  Jason glanced at the notebook in his 
hands. "Now, I think the main thing to do is to take an hour or so 
and run over the entire procedure from beginning to end.  I shall 
ask you questions. You shall answer them precisely and in detail.  
If you hesitate, I shall assume you are unsure of yourself and we 
shall have to see that you ... study a little harder."
     "Yes, Jason."  Bite your tongue, she thought, don't say it.  
Don't even think it.  He has the mind of a devil.  Sometimes I 
think he can even see what I'm thinking.
     "At what age do you begin training the dogs?" he started the 
quiz in his sterile clinical tone.
     "The pups are started with the initial bottle training when 
the bitch first begins to wean them." "Tell me the procedures."
     "I fill the double nursing bottles with body temperature 
milk, sweetened with honey or sugar, and feed each pup for five 
minutes.  The bottle must contain both the milk mixture and the 
second solution ‹ soluble alum, cayenne and saline solution.  The 
nipple is to be thrust firmly into the animal's mouth and every 
pup must actually nurse at the nipple for five minutes each day.  
The nursing bottle will be given to the pups until they are 
approximately six months old before they are transferred to 
breasts and ... and  ... to a man."
     "Surely you are not still embarrassed at the word penis, 
Carolyn," Jason said coldly, "Not with your avid appetite for 
them?"
     "... before they are transferred to breasts or the penis."  
Carolyn's eyes narrowed but she retained control of her facial 
features.  She would not let him rile her today, she absolutely 
would not.
     "And why are they kept on the bottle so long?  Why and how 
are they transferred to the human body?" his frozen smile taunted 
her. She took a deep breath and continued.
     "The pups are kept on a rigid nursing schedule to insure that 
they do not lose the ability to suck.  Animals that are weaned 
forget the throat action necessary to actually suck and, as 
adults, can only be trained to lick.  They are eventually 
transferred to the human body, male or female, by the same means.  
We squeeze milk from the rubber nipple on the ... portion of the 
body to which the dog is to be transferred and allow him to lick 
it off, gradually inducing the breast ... or the penis ... into 
his mouth with the same sucking reaction that he has done all his 
life.  As a pup, the animal has had many unpleasant, almost 
painful experiences with the double nipple and the cayenne 
solution so he is thoroughly trained never to entirely close his 
mouth and teeth over the organ or gland.  If there is any 
indication that he is about to do so, he is touched with the 
electric cattle prod and reminded ... but this rarely happens." 
Carolyn paused, waiting for the next question.
     "You didn't finish, Carolyn.  Why are the dogs trained to 
suck?"  The answer was obvious but he enjoyed making the woman 
squirm.  Jason was well aware that she didn't like him.  It was 
about his only pleasure with her now.  He smiled.  He had a 
surprise in store for her later today, however, that might make 
her suddenly more 'appealing.'  "Why the training?"
     "The dogs are trained to suck and nurse because some of the 
buyers are interested solely in breast fixations - women who want 
their breasts excited, or men who like to watch the breast 
manipulations - and, obviously, men like to have their organs ... 
orally excited."
     "Yea man!" came Mario's sarcastic replies from the far corner 
of the cage rows.  "Some women get a little orally excited too.  
Don't you, bitch?"
     Carolyn ignored him.  Jason only smiled.  He had something in 
mind for Mario too.  A 'special order' arriving on the afternoon 
plane from Chicago.  Mario was about to furnish him with a little 
entertainment after all these years.
     "Anything more about the milk transfer?  You aren't being 
very careful with details, Carolyn."
     "Well," she thought frantically, what did I forget?  "Of 
course, the male can dip his penis in the milk rather than squeeze 
it from the bottle, or the woman dip her breasts in a pan of milk, 
when first starting.  This allows the entire organ or gland to be 
covered with the taste and encourages the animal to take more of 
it in his mouth.  Later after the sucking is well under way, only 
a few drops on the tip are sufficient to remind the animal if he 
is hesitant or shows a lack of interest."
     Jason waited expectantly.  He's just waiting for me to forget 
something, Carolyn knew, what else?  What else?
     "When the dog is nearly grown, the taste of milk is no longer 
sufficient incentive for him to suck.  When he shows the first 
signs of disinterest in his daily work, it is time to introduce a 
bribe  ... dogs candy, special biscuits, whatever he particularly 
likes ... and this is offered as a reward if he performs his 
'trick' well."  Carolyn thought a moment, then "I believe that 
covers puppy training."
     "You are barely satisfactory," Jason lied, "but then what 
else could one expect of a woman."
     Carolyn raised her eyes and looked at him, being careful not 
to show any expression whatsoever.  She had learned his tricks to 
irritate her and she refused to fall for them.
     "Alright, you now have six-month-old adolescent dogs."  Jason 
challenged her openly "What are the next stages of training and 
why?"
     "At about six months, depending upon the maturity and 
comprehension of the individual animal, the second training stage 
is begun.  The young dogs are taken from their cages one at a time 
and taught to associate sexual activities with rewards.  He is 
masturbated by hand and given a reward each time his sex organ 
becomes thoroughly excited and hard.  We must compliment him and 
reward him, making sure he realized it is the act he has performed 
for which he is being rewarded with the candy or whatever.  In 
this way, the animal learns that he must perform on cue, never 
must he act without command ... the final stages of this training 
comes later in his maturity, of course.  When he has become hard, 
more than sufficient for insertion, he must be patted on the organ 
and made to understand that the humans are pleased with him for 
becoming hard.  If he becomes exceptionally hard, then he is 
generously rewarded with several pieces of his treat."  Carolyn 
paused.  She was embarrassed in spite of herself, in spite of the 
actual participation in the training day after day.  "May I get a 
drink of water?"
     Jason nodded his head.  He was delighted that it was 
difficult for her to talk about the work.  She had grown so 
outwardly noncommittal lately that there had been no stimulation 
for him in weeks.  Perhaps her "indoctrination" had not been 
complete.  Jason smiled.  He would try to see that it was! "Ready 
now?" he asked when she returned. "Yes."
     "Is this the sum and substance of intermediate training?"
     "No.  No, not at all."  She must learn not to hesitate, 
Carolyn thought.  Jason had something on his mind today and she 
was sure it would not be pleasant for her.  The frozen smile had 
returned ... and that meant unpleasantness in store for her.  She 
wondered what it would be.  It was hard to concentrate.  "The 
intermediate training includes four phases, basically ‹ the one 
just mentioned, rectal insertion in the animal, licking the female 
parts, and watching the lead dog complete the full sexual act."
     "Explain."  His words were ceasing to be quite so harsh and 
the cold smile more noticeable.  Carolyn felt a small shudder 
cross her back. Something was afoot.  Something.
     "Well, rectal insertion is for the gradual preparation of the 
male ‹ or female if specially ordered - to accept the insertion of 
the man's penis.  It is accomplished by gradually inducing the 
trainer's gloved finger; greased of course, into the animal's 
rectum while masturbating his organ so that he associates the 
pleasant feeling, the sexual reaction and the reward with the 
penis insertion.  He must realize that these things may be done to 
him separately or at the same time.  A buyer may be a woman who 
wants vaginal insertion by the dog ... or a man who wants to ease 
his own penis in a tighter orifice than a woman can provide ... or 
a buyer who wants an all-purpose animal who can and will do 
anything at any time, or even both at the same time.  Acceptance 
without nervousness of the rectal insertion and the masturbation 
must, again, always be rewarded."
     Jason waited for her to continue.  She was doing quite well.  
But she was embarrassed and uncomfortable.  He liked that.  Maybe 
he could make her just a little more uncomfortable.
     "Mario," Jason said in that ominously soft voice, "Mario, why 
don't you leave the cages until later.  Pull up a stool and listen 
to Carolyn's lessons.  It might be ... stimulating."
     His tone was suggestive.  He meant it to be. Only a hint to 
Mario was necessary.  His one-track mind could be triggered so 
simply.  He waited until Mario closed and locked the cage and had 
seated himself on the adjacent stool, knees apart, his tight pants 
straining over his generous tool.  Hmmmm, that should make the 
girl nervous ... especially when the conversation excited Mario.  
Hmmm, yes.  The stupid dolt always fell right into his plans 
without even realizing it.  Sitting there like a brazen street 
walker with legs apart, like a male madam, all cock and no class.



Chapter 9

     "Continue, Carolyn."
     "Where was I?" she murmured, visibly shaken that Mario had 
been asked to participate.  What did Jason have in mind?  "Let's 
see ... masturbation, rectal insertion ... the young dogs are 
taught to lick the vulva of the female."
     She could feel the blood beginning to rise already.  Why did 
she have to blush, why?  It would only make things worse.  Better 
continue.  Maybe they wouldn't notice.  But she knew they would.
     "This is easily accomplished by greeting the young dogs in 
the nude ‹ at least, nude from the waist down ‹ whenever you are 
about to attempt any sort of training or stimulation.  The dogs 
are affectionate and eager to please and they will immediately 
come to sit before you.  Since they have already been command 
trained in obedience, you can tell them to sit and they will stay 
in that position ... which puts their heads at about the right 
height to pick up the scent from the woman.  Their natural 
instincts will tell them after a day or two that this is something 
exciting and they will naturally tend to lick at the source of the 
odor.  Some dogs will immediately start licking over the entire 
exposed area of the woman.  Some must be encouraged by holding 
their heads to your legs ... or spreading the lips with your 
fingers ... or if necessary, by laying down with your legs apart 
so the lips are wide parted and having a second party ..."  she 
looked with embarrassment at Mario, knowing she was blushing deep 
pink, "... by having a second party lead the dog up to the vaginal 
area and gently pushing his face into it."
     "The natural instincts of the male animal will take over with 
patience.  Once the licking training is begun, the animal's time 
between her legs should be increased a little each day until he is 
eagerly spending fifteen minutes to a half hour constantly 
licking.  When the lesson is through, of course, he must be 
rewarded ... both with his favorite treat and verbally." "Very 
well said, Carolyn," Jason taunted deliberately, letting his lewd 
stare crawl up her body from her crotch to her lips and back to 
her crotch, smiling when his gesture made her pull her legs 
together and stand in an uncomfortable position.  "Don't you think 
so, Mario?"
     "Yeah," he grinned, licking his lips, running his tongue over 
the even white teeth while he stared at her.  "Course, she really 
knows what she's talking about, boss.  Bet if she laid all the 
Danes end to end that have licked her off, the last one could piss 
on the Kremlin!²