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Subject: Breeders (7/9) "The Breeders"
Date: Fri, 19 Apr 1996 08:04:30 -0700
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hated the boy. Hated him! And hated his long fat disgusting
penis! "I said tie her down!" "Okay, okay, don't lose your cool."
Mario stalked resentfully over to where Carolyn still slumped
before the locked door and roughly pulled her to her feet by one
wrist.
"Come on, baby," he growled. "Let's tie that hot little
pussy cat to the floor and let the dogs chase it."
Carolyn followed numbly behind the grumbling Mario as he lead
her by one arm to the blue-carpeted platform in the center of the
room. Her cheeks were streaked with tear stains, some wet, some
drying into salty trails already from the feverish heat of her
body. Mario pressed down upon her shoulders and she sank upon the
carpet like a rag doll, limp and totally unresisting.
Mario began to feel about on the carpet, running his fingers
across the plush weave, and groaning when his bare knee found one
of the concealed metal rings he sought. He rubbed the injured
flesh, then lifted up on the ring. A small circle of blue carpet
raised up to reveal a leather wristlet fastened to the floor
beneath. He reached around, grabbed Carolyn's wrist and pulled
her toward the ring, snapping the clasp shut with a loud click.
She looked at her wrist with dull eyes but showed no sign of
emotion. Mario moved to the other side, found the removable ring
and pinioned one ankle to the floor as well.
Jason watched with great anticipation as his assistant
spread-eagled the unresisting girl to the platform, stretching her
ivory form into a fleshy "X" upon the deep pile carpet. She
stared straight up at the ceiling now, breathing softly through
her parted lips, her eyes lightly glazed with the shock of
realization. Not seeing. Not caring.
"There!" Mario grinned at his employer when his task was
finished. "Shall I get the dogs now?"
Jason continued to stare at the girl's tight stretched
position. The faint glow of the neon tube lighting made her skin
look like white alabaster. Like a gigantic woman-shaped pearl
upon a deep blue jeweler's cloth. The perfect setting, Jason
thought happily, for his ultimate experiment.
"Yes," Jason answered finally, "Yes, Mario, you may bring in
the dogs. Wait ... I want you to bring all the dogs who have
completed their training, except the King of course, bring all the
sale animals into the holding run ... all nine of the lovely
brutes.. and then come back here to the arena. I will release
them from here."
Jason continued to stare at the still body, naked upon its
jeweler's plush, his own naked form blue-veined and anemic in
comparison to the beautiful ivoried perfection of Carolyn's living
sculpture.
"Yes," he muttered to himself, "I will release them from
here. I want to see all nine of my lovely boys use her
treacherous woman's body."
"You mean all at once, boss? You wanna turn nine full grown
Danes loose in here at once?"
"Yes, Mario, that is exactly what I mean!" His lustful eyes
never left the girl's body. The frozen smile never changing.
"They can't all use her at once." Mario shook his head a
little with the confusion of the situation. It was sometimes hard
for him to grasp a thought in its entirety as Jason did.
Sometimes hard to envision the results of Jason's intricately
planned debaucheries. "They'll walk all over her ... and maybe
even fight over her cunt."
"Uh hmmmmm, they might just do that, Mario." Jason agreed
delightedly. His sparse hands had once again begun to slide up
and down over his groin, palms flat down. Soon he would feel the
wonderful awareness. Soon. "Get the dogs ready, Mario, and ...
and hurry."
"You're sure you want all nine of them big brutes in here at
once?" Mario questioned. He had never seen such a thing. Nine
huge humping dogs around the helpless girl ... he began to feel
the excitement of the thing ... yes, yes it would be exciting,
wouldn't it? It would! "Yeah, yeah sure, boss. I'll go get the
dogs ready. Right now!"
Mario hurried from the room. The electric door slid silently
shut behind him and there was no sound in the room. Jason looked
up at the ceiling, then at the walls. It had been a difficult job
installing all the soundproofing but it had been worth the effort.
It would have been impossible to call in a contractor for that
little job. Impossible to explain the arena with its raised dais
and the tie-rings, the circle of chairs, the lighting ... and the
soundproofed walls. Yes, very hard to explain, so he and Mario
and done the entire job themselves. It had taken nearly three
months during the off-show season but it had paid for itself many
times over. The dog buyers who came in the night, who watched the
magnificent performances of his trained animals and their willing
woman slaves, and then pleaded to buy Jason Benson's dog lovers at
fantastic prices while their loins were still hot and hurting. A
buyer who watched 'the King' at work always paid double the price
of the one who bought sight unseen, and unidentified, through a
mutual friend. Jason didn't care who bought his dogs, or how
ridiculous their attempts at remaining anonymous ... his prices
justified the inconvenience.
He settled his bare buttocks comfortably in one of the velour
chairs, leaned on his hand, and continued to stare at the human
work of art displayed upon the blue dais. This one would bring
him much money ... she was small and delicate, fragile of coloring
like an expensive china doll ... she would look great beneath the
massive muscles of his big Danes ... fragile, helpless, young.
Perhaps he would soften the lights even more when a buyer was
here. It would hide the subtle age lines in her face, make her
look even younger and more virginal. And when she became excited
beneath the humping dog ‹ they always, always did ‹ his buyer
would pay through the nose. She was the prettiest girl he had
used yet. When his boys humped her for a customer, it would mean
a thousand dollars a dog! Jason smiled. He rubbed his stomach,
his legs, and pulled repeatedly on the stub of his slowly
awakening penis. What was delaying that young whelp Mario? He
could hear the faint pawing sounds of the dogs in the holding run.
Just then there was the soft whir of the opening door, the
closing door, and Mario flopped himself unceremoniously into the
adjoining seat. His meaty organ made a loud slapping sound against
his leg, then rolled back between his thighs. Jason glared at the
offending organ. How did it stay so hard all the time? It was
disgusting, disgusting.
"All ready, boss." He grinned happily at Jason Benson. "Got
all nine of 'em in the run just waiting. Shall I turn 'em loose
on her????"
Jason glanced at the door that held the sniffing Danes at
bay. He studied the silent still body on the platform before him.
The girl still stared at the ceiling, her face utterly devoid of
expression. He wondered if she had heard what they had said.
Probably not, she was in the initial stages of light shock.
Mental, not physical, he thought gratefully. She would still
react to the dogs once they got her turned on and full of the
hots.
"Yes, Mario," Jason nodded his head slowly, savoring the
final minutes before her fall to the dogs. It was going to be an
experiment beyond the magnitude of anything he had tried before.
He couldn't wait to see how it would turn out. "Yes, Mario, press
the button and release the dogs."
Mario scurried out of his seat and over to the control panel.
"... and then sit over there ..." Jason indicated the far
side of the area. He didn't want to have to see that swollen
monstrosity of the boy's as it grew even fatter under the
excitement of the dogs.
Chapter 11
Mario pressed the third button on the panel and the metal
door opposite slid up and out of sight into the panel above,
leaving the way open. The nearest dog turned at the sound of the
door opening, stared into the darkened room, sniffed at the
doorway and then cautiously entered the room. Behind him another
... and another ... each sniffing and smelling their new
surroundings, assuring themselves of its safety and its occupants.
"Close the door, Mario."
There was an answering whir and then the shadowed figure of
Mario crossing behind the lighted platform and seating himself in
one of the chairs opposite Jason.
The dogs milled around, sniffing the chairs, the platform,
each other. Several times soft growls met the sniffing muzzles
but the dogs sensed something more important than canine
squabbles. Then Diablo, a huge fawn male with a black mask and
rippling muscles, sniffed at Carolyn's leg. Sniffed again. The
scent of the woman bitch was familiar, the spread of the open legs
triggering his well trained mind, and he sniffed his way up her
leg to the pink slit of her body. His cold black nose poked into
the curls and sniffed again. His sudden whimper brought the other
dogs ... and they too smelled the familiar odor of the woman bitch
they had licked and used to bury their cocks in. They pranced
excitedly and licked themselves.
Jason leaned forward in his seat, mouth open, his eyes
dilated with the excitement of this woman's impending punishment.
His hands hung slack from the arm rests of his seat. His
excitement so intense that he had even forgotten to stroke his
slow-stirring organ. It lay quietly limp between his thighs.
Across the arena, Mario too leaned forward in his chair. He
ran his wet pointed tongue over his dry lips, poked it in and out
of his pursed mouth like a tiny penis, waiting, waiting ...
waiting for the dogs to suddenly go wild with the scent of her
parted crotch and all try to screw her at once. He watched the
huge fawn lick experimentally at the furry lips of the girl's V,
then lick at his own vitals. Mario could see the pink mottled
head peeking from its low hanging sheath, the hard point breaking
through its T-cut slit in the hairy pouch. Diablo licked a white
drop from its tip and then returned his massive head to the girl's
open thighs. There wasn't the usual welcoming pat of her hand
against the hairy lips of her woman bitch's body but the familiar
scent was there. He licked at the scented flesh experimentally.
And again. He waited for the pat-pat of her hand between her legs
to signal him that he should lick the delicious dampness. His
natural instincts told him to mate but his long months of training
had been too well learned. He whined and pawed at the carpet, ran
his long hot tongue up the open crease of flesh and looked at the
girl. He whirled again. She didn't move.
Mario wanted to encourage the big dog to lick her, to hump
her silly, but Jason had warned him to remain absolutely silent.
He looked across at Jason.
* * *
It was interesting, very interesting, Jason thought as he
watched the intriguing scene unfold before his eager eyes. The
dogs all sensed the bitch's readiness but their training held them
back. Even Diablo who had the place of honor momentarily with his
huge black muzzle almost buried in her open crotch. He could see
the animal's fleshy pink and black organ jutting from the hanging
sheath. He was excited, no doubt about that, only the long months
of training were holding him back. One word from him and they
would fall upon her like a fresh bitch in heat. Jason chewed on
his lower lip. Should he shout out the key word? Should he set
them loose upon her? ... or let time take its toll? Perhaps that
would be better. He watched a second animal discover the source
of the woman scent and try to push Diablo's great muzzle aside.
There was an answering growl. The second dog pulled his head back
a few inches, looked longingly at the pink hole with its tempting
odors of bitchy heat, then begin to lick at the flat flesh of
Carolyn's stomach.
Perhaps he shouldn't allow them to take their head, Jason
thought. If they were allowed to work without cue, they might
become unruly. Yes, they might. And that would never do. He had
better do something before instinct became too strong.
"Mario," Jason called across the room. "Walk up slowly on
the platform between the dogs and pat the bitch's cunt. They've
all been trained to the same signal and won't act without it."
Mario got up and slowly walked up on the stage. He wasn't
afraid of the dogs, even in uncontrolled groups like this, but any
animal, including man, became hostile in time of heat. He watched
the dogs milling around the platform, stepping over her still
body, sniffing the woman scent of her flesh, her arms, her legs,
lapping experimentally at her high pointed breasts.
"Easy. Easy, boy." he walked slowly among them, trying to
angle his way to a position amidst their crowded area where he
could safely kneel down and start the action. "Move over, Brutus.
Move, I said. Easy, fella. No, Bravo, not me, ya damn fool.
Easy, boy."
Jason watched uneasily. He hadn't thought about this when he
planned this little experiment. He didn't want the boy to set
them off. His big dong swinging around like that, specially if it
still had the smell of cunt on it from yesterday, might just set
them off.
"Slowly, Mario," Jason said curtly. "Move among them very
slowly. Don't try to kneel down, just bend over and pat it a few
times. That should be enough. Once Diablo starts, the others
will follow his lead."
Mario didn't look up. He was doing the best he could.
Several of the dogs sniffed at his cock and licked at it. He
pushed them away gently. Not now, ya cocksuckin' bastards, he
muttered softly under his breath. There, now, he should he able
to reach her fuzzy little pussy. He stretched from the waist.
"Here, Diablo, here boy." He patted the hairy mound
invitingly. "Get it, boy lick it. LICK IT."
He continued to pat and the dog sniffed his hand and began to
make long slow swipes with his tongue right on cue.
"Good boy, good boy." Mario started to rise up, then,
"Ooohh! Stop that, ya queer mutt."
He was tempted to stay in the bent over position for a moment
longer. Bravo's rough tongue had snaked into his buttocks crack
and he felt the answering thrill of his flesh. But this was not
the time ... not yet ... he didn't want to miss a minute of the
show that was about to take place. And take place right over him
if he didn't get the hell out of there. The dogs had seen the
signal, seen Diablo licking at the girl, and smelled the scent of
her tongue-pressured loins. They were clustering around the
licking dog, pushing their muzzles in, sticking their long eager
tongues into the slit if the opportunity presented itself.
Mario eased his way through the crowded maze of huge dogs and
breathed an audible sigh of relief when he was safely back in his
seat. It wasn't that he was afraid of the dogs ‹ they wouldn't
hurt him, or anyone else, deliberately ‹ it was just that Great
Danes weigh from 150 to 180 pounds each and when nine sex-hungry
animals of that size get crowding around a fella, well somebody
could bloody well get squashed. He leaned back in his seat,
wriggled himself comfortable and fastened his hungry eyes on the
scene before him. Jesus H. Jehosaphat, it was gonna be a real
gasser.
Diablo had begun the long steady rhythm with his tongue that
meant business. His dogpecker hung at parade rest and in mid-air
beneath his sleek stomach. Diablo had been sheath-cut as a young
pup and the normal weight of penis was enough to pull it down.
Now, with the growing weight of his blood-gorging cock, it was a
truly sensual sight to behold. The hairy outer sheath hung down
about four inches, and from its T-slit opening hung another four
inches of thick dogpecker. Its pointed tip held tenaciously to a
white drop of liquid which rocked and jiggled as he licked at the
girl. And the whole thing was rigid to the point of holding
itself straight and firm.
Jason's eyes slid over Diablo's enviable equipment. Even the
dogs were better hung than he was, Jason thought with resentment.
Perhaps when he was as youthful as the dog ... but that had been
too many rich widows and too many hard years ago, he could not
remember. Nor did he want to remember. Anything! That Jason
Benson was dead and buried beneath a thousand awful memories. A
new Jason Benson had grown from the ashes ‹ with the help of a
sizable inheritance from his late wife who, he was certain, died
of old age though she insisted to the bitter end that she was
forty-four, may the Devil fuck her! ‹ a new Jason Benson who
needed no one and took his pleasures where he found them. Or
arranged them, he chuckled lewdly to himself, watching the
undulating mass of animal flesh beyond.
* * *
Diablo had settled himself firmly between Carolyn's open
thighs, his wide heavy muzzle pressing the furry pink lips apart
so his thick tongue could make long slow passes the width and
length of the pink blossom between her legs. A huge black Dane
with thick heavy legs and an enormous sheath half squatted over
the girl's left side, alternately licking at the pink-titted mound
of her breast and spreading his haunches to lick at the dark head
of his wet penis as it slid in and out of its fat sheath.
Sometimes he would halt the licking to make a few quick humping
slams into her side, then lick the tender hard point of his organ
again.
A great fawn beast licked at her hip and down her left leg,
sniffing and licking and enjoying the faint bitch's scent of her.
A fourth dog, a huge brindle-coated stud, nudged at the dog
between her legs and tried to force him aside. Sometimes in his
anxiety, he would straddle Diablo's broad fawn back and jab his
hard pointed prick into his vulnerable hide. Diablo would raise
his head and snap at the offender or sometimes just give him a
warning growl and the brindle would cease his pummeling and try
for another entry into the sweet-heat smell of the willing bitch
they shared.
Three more dogs jostled each other to get to the woman on the
floor, pushing and shoving, walking to the other side to try for a
better vantage point. Another sat on his haunches and whined and
watched. Still another tried to straddle the girl's still body
and share the warm cunt with Diablo. His heavy paws missed their
footing now and again and left red scratches across the tender
white flesh of her sides. Diablo had licked the surface until it
flowed with the warm wetness which meant it was time to mount and
quickly he hunched his great muscled haunches over her open hole.
The big beast who straddled the girl licked at the top of her damp
split, almost colliding at times with the long pointed spear of
the hunching Diablo. Two, three, four, five times he jabbed at
the little bitch's hole and then the hard pointed penis buried its
warm head in the woman's body and he threw his full weight behind
his humps. Hard, hard, hard, he slammed into her body, spurred on
by the excitement of the other dogs.
The girl moved beneath him. Jason looked carefully between
the maze of constantly moving legs and tails and hanging cocks.
Yes, she was moving. She was coming out of the mental lethargy,
her own hungry cunt was calling her home as he knew it would.
There was a soft moan of pleasure, the ugh, ugh, ugh of the body
slams into her soft flesh, and then the long hmmmms of pleasure as
her willing body answered the dog's call of the wild. Jason could
see flashes of her face rolling from side to side as the dogs
moved and pranced in their own excitement. Several dogs tried to
push the humping Diablo aside but he was firmly set on his
haunches. Their eager muzzles pressed between his hunching body
and the girl's open cunt, trying to lick up the warm woman smell.
Diablo tried to throw his cock into the bitch's hole, but the
massive heads of his companions wouldn't allow him to get quite
close enough to hang up ... and then it was over for Diablo. He
pulled off the girl's gesturing body and began licking his leaking
organ.
The huge brindle stud and the big black tussled for the
vacancy between Carolyn's tight stretched legs. A quick snarling
fight began. They rolled over one another, snapping and growling,
off the edge of the raised platform. Jason cracked them firmly
with the steel hard whip handle, hitting both dogs across their
nose bridge until they broke up and returned to the writhing mass
of dogs on the stage. But it was too late, an enormous fawn Dane
was already hard-humping at the girl's open crotch and she was
moaning out her pleasure.
"Yes ... oh yes ... go, boy, go!" Carolyn's rolling pleasure
was unmistakable, the thrill of the mass attack, nine rough hard
tongues ravaging her body, a fat cock in her hole, tongues licking
at her everywhere. Somebody was humping over her outstretched
arm. She could feel the warm hairy sheath sliding back and forth
on her arm and the wetness of the hard pointed organ against her
bare skin. Another jabbed hard at her right side. She could hear
the canine quarreling over her hot throbbing cunt. She felt the
scratch of heavy paws as one dog pushed another aside and took his
place with a fresh hard dogpecker stabbing between her legs. She
knew her body would be a mangled mass of red bloody scratches from
their heavy paws. She felt the hot cum of another dog running off
her heaving sides. And another. There were endless tongues
licking at the exciting smell of her, licking at the dribbles upon
her skin and becoming excited in turn like an endless merry-go-
round of cum- lick-cum. She felt the beginning dog knot ripping
at her entry, felt another muzzle licking at it and at her,
forcing the dogknot to give up its burden of warm wet fluid and
back away to be licked and cleaned and worked into shape again.
Another dog took his place at her loins and began to pump his
heavy headed organ into her. His fat firm sheath worked its way
into her hole, the short stiff hairs scratching her insides into
sheer ecstasy. She wondered if the pink organ was extending on
into her depths, on beyond the length of the fuzzy hard sheath,
but she couldn't tell. The prickly surface of the dog hair was
driving her wild. One orgasm followed upon the heels of the first
until they seemed to blend into one continual burst of unendurable
pleasure. It was awful! It was wonderful!
And Carolyn screamed. And screamed. And fainted.
* * *
The door to the arena was open. Carolyn turned toward the
sound of loud voices and running feet ... and moaned with pain.
She tried to move her arms experimentally. At first she thought
she was still fastened to the platform but she could see her right
wrist and it was free. The open shackle lay on the carpet several
inches away. She tried to move her legs and the pain was
excruciating. She wasn't fastened down. It took several moments
before she could shake her mind free of the misty pain and realize
what was happening. She lay breathing heavily and trying not to
move. It hurt to move. She listened to the sound of metal cage
doors slamming and voices urging the dogs. It was a hurried
frantic kind of noise.
"Here, boy!" she could recognize Mario's excited nasal tones.
"Hurry up, damn ya."
"Take this one too." It was Jason's high pitch of
excitement. "You'll have to put two in a cage or we'll never get
all the trained dogs out of here in time."
Carolyn heard two more cage doors slam, then the whir of the
outer door and the scratch of paws upon the tile getting farther
away. She shook her head. What was going on? What was
happening? She tried to get up. The pain between her ravaged
thighs was almost unbearable. She felt wet and sticky all over.
And she smelled. Smelled of dog urine and semen and sweat. And
she ached all over. Finally she made it to her feet and, still
naked, she stumbled across the raised dais and up the narrow aisle
to the door.
The lab was in an uproar. Paper was all over the floor, some
of the cages were empty and the doors left ajar, the registry book
was piled on top of a box of mixed and wrinkled papers and Jason
was struggling through the outer door with it, strewing papers as
he went. Carolyn leaned weakly against the door to steady
herself. She could see the van backed up to the door, its built-
in cages crammed with barking dogs. Several cardboard boxes were
stacked in the aisle. Mario and Jason were gesturing wildly to
each other outside the door. She couldn't hear what they were
saying because of the din the excited dogs were making. She
watched Jason pointing vigorously toward the front of the house,
saw Mario shrug his shoulders and move off at a hurried gait.
Jason came back into the shambles of the once immaculate lab area.
"Jason," Carolyn said weakly, but he didn't seem to hear her.
"JASON!"
He turned toward her with empty haunted eyes, blankly as if
responding to the familiar sound of his name but not really aware
of his surroundings.
"JASON, what's going on? What happened?" she yelled at him.
"Gotta get out of here, gotta go now, gotta get the dogs
where it's safe," and he turned and scurried off across the room
to fumble with the combination lock of the next cage. The big
Dane within sensed his confusion, knew something was wrong, and
pranced and whined.
Mario came through the electric door from the front office
with a set of books, pedigree records Carolyn recognized, in his
arms. He plopped them down on the cage next to Jason and hurried
back to the big refrigerator where several hundred pounds of fresh
meat was kept at all times. He hurriedly began to pile great
chunks of frozen meat into the boxes.
Carolyn forced herself across the room to where Mario packed
the meat. He was wearing only his slacks, no shirt.
"Mario, what in the world is going on? What happened? Where
are you going with the dogs?" "Oh, you're back with us. Good.
You can help. Here," he shoved an empty box into her arms "Here,
pack this up with the frozen stuff and HURRY."
"Mario, WHAT HAPPENED?" She grabbed his bare arm and shook
him.
"Okay, okay, don't tear the merchandise, baby," he answered
impatiently. "While you was having yourself a fuckin' ball in
there, the boss got a hot call. Seems somebody's in the hospital
with his prick bit off. Got t'beating up one of the dogs and the
dog bit back. Serves the bloody queer right well and good, too!
He's the one we sold the big brindle stud to a couple weeks after
you first come, remember? The one who said he liked to beat his
women and see 'em bawl 'fore he could get his rocks off? Well,
the boss told him not to beat the dog, told him plain and clear,
he did. I heard him. Anyways, this queer prick got to beatin' on
some broad that the dog was used to screwin' regular like and
seems the dog was sorta attached to her, ya know, and he didn't
like the guy whipping her. So he growled at him and got between
him and the girl. The guy started whippin' the dog and the dog bit
'em. Bloody well serves him right if ya ask me!"
Mario shrugged his bare shoulders as if done with the subject
and returned to packing the big chunks of meat in the box.
"So what's that got to do with us? And why are you two
tearing up the place like this?" Carolyn didn't quite understand.
Perhaps, she thought, she was still groggy from the frantic
session with the dogs. She couldn't seem to focus her mind
clearly on anything yet.
"So he bit his goddam cock off, that's so what!" Mario
answered impatiently. "And he's being a prick about it. He
squealed on us. Said he bought the dog from somebody right here
in New York ... and then he fainted before he could hang it on us.
He's still out, far as we know."
"But how did Jason find out about it?" she was still
confused.
"Well, there's this broad at the hospital, see. She was one
of the nurses in the emergency room er somethin' and she's a
pretty hoary old bitch. Ugly as sin and twice as broad. Got a
hole in her the size of the Holland Tunnel. Well, she's got the
hots all the time and she bought one of the boss's dogs a couple
years ago. She's real hinkie over that dog, ya know, got a real
fuckin' hang up on him. She overheard the guy spouting off and
guessed it was one a' Jason's dogs so when the guy fainted and
they got through sewing his prick up ... what was his prick ...
she sneaked out and gave Jason a hurry-up call to blow the joint.
Soon as the guy comes out of the anesthetic the doc's gonna find
out about it and call the cops. Seems there's a law or somethin'
about dog bites. Ya gotta report 'em all to the police or
somethin'. I don't know. Well, it's gonna cause all kinds of a
stink and they'll haul in the boss and shoot all his dogs. Seems
there's a law against that too, f'christ sake!" Carolyn frowned
and shook her head. Her mind was still muddy. She had been
through a lot and she was still hurting inside, hurting bad, and
not thinking too clear. She sat down on the stool and tried to
think things out. What about her? If Jason took the dogs and
left, what would she do? Would they leave her behind? Alone?
Free? WOULD SHE BE FREE TO GO?
The thought was like lightning in her cloudy mind. Radiant
and brilliant ... and suddenly her thoughts were crystal clear.
Yes, Jason was so concerned with the dogs that she could easily
slip away! Mario might notice her absence but Jason would be
frantic over the possible death of his beloved dogs ‹ he would
never notice. If she could get away from Mario's anxious eyes for
ten minutes, just ten minutes without arousing suspicion, she
could be out of this madhouse and gone! She looked at Mario.
What could she do about him? Just then he noticed she was just
sitting there and he scowled.
"F'god sake, ya lazy broad, get off your naked ass and help
me pack up this meat. We gotta get out of here ... or do ya
really want to end up in the hoosey for ten years?" She stared at
him. That was it! Her naked ass!
"But I'm cold! I don't have any clothes on and that meat's
frozen and it's cold!" she complained loudly, wrapping her arms
across her body and faking a shiver.
"Well, f'Jesus Christ on a crutch, can't ya put some clothes
on, stupid?" He shouted at her. "Ya can't think of nothin' when
yer tits are hanging out. Goddam women. Maybe Jason's right
about women! Go put yer clothes on!!!"
Carolyn slid off her stool and managed to growl a reply at
him.
"Alright! You don't have to be so nasty about it!"
She turned and hurried out of the door and up the hallway
toward her room. When she heard the whir of the automatic
electric lock click the door shut behind her, she leaned against
the wall and laughed hysterically for a moment. She made it!
Mario had practically handed her the key to freedom! But she had
to hurry. They might miss her in a few minutes. In five minutes
she had to be out of this house of horrors and well on her way.
She took a deep breath and ran down the long hall to her room.
She wouldn't need much. A suit, something neat and proper
that wouldn't attract anyone's attention. Her purse and make-up
... and THE MONEY! It wasn't much, not as much as she had planned
to take when she left, but it would be enough. It would be enough
to buy a bus ticket, to buy a one-way ticket out of hell. She
stuffed the money so carefully hidden in the back of the
television set into her open purse and clicked it shut. The blue
knit suit was in the closet. She had to hurry, HURRY!