Mario suddenly ripped his zipper to the crotch and shook out his fat firm penis. Bouncing it in his hand, he began to sing the words to the song… Lollypop, Lollypop… skinning the head back on each 'pop' syllable.
Jason watched the look of horror finally win out and sweep across Carolyn's face. Immediately, he knew the thrill of answering tingles in his loins. Maybe now was the time. Maybe if he gave the girl to that stupid oaf, she would be mad enough, frightened enough to cause his own worn waif to raise his head honorably… and then he'd show her! He'd show that woman that no one spoke down to Jason Benson.
"Mario????" he began softly, "You haven't taken many 'privileges' lately, have you? I've been feeling guilty about that. You've worked for me for a long time and sometimes I forget how hard you work… would you like to…?? Would you have any new ideas for…???? I think we could find time for a coffee break if you needed to do anything???"
"Jason, how could you?" Carolyn shrilled. "I thought we'd been through all that… that…"
"All what, my dear?" Jason cooed. "I rather got the impression that all your sexy conversation had given our dear friend a problem. Now you wouldn't want a dear friend to have a problem, would you? Would you?" His tone suddenly went sour and he reached for the nearest whip on the rack behind him. He pulled it slowly from its peg and began to snake it across the floor to his stool.
Carolyn stared. She had thought it was all over. She had the dogs all day and… and she usually took Mario before the day was over, when the dogs had her so hot she was nearly out of her mind. But that didn't count. When a woman was sexually hot, the things she did were… were different. She wasn't hot now. She was scared. Scared silly.
"We… we haven't finished the testing. Can't we finish the test first?" she pleaded.
"She does have a point, Mario," Jason teased.
"Well, shit, so do I!" Mario yelled impatiently. "I got a point right here in my hand that's gonna be shoved clear down her smart-talking throat!" He got down from the stool and headed for Carolyn.
"Mario!" Jason's voice was cold steel in the quiet room.
His voice was like the rumble of thunder. Mario stopped dead in his tracks. He didn't turn around to look at Jason Benson but he stood stock still.
"I had a thought, Mario." Jason said softly in his direction. "Why don't we let her finish the test and…"
"… and hell!"
"… and see if she can think under duress," Jason continued as if he hadn't been interrupted at all. "If a woman can think clearly under great stress, she should know her lessons pretty well, wouldn't you say?"
"Yeah," Mario agreed hesitantly. He wasn't sure whether Jason's idea was intended for Jason's benefit or his own. It was hard to tell. "Yeah, I guess so, but what do ya' have in mind?"
"Well," Jason began, his eyes on Carolyn's, never faltering, never looking away. "We owe Carolyn something too. She hasn't been with us long but she has been very good with the dogs and worked very hard. I had a treat in mind that I'm sure you would both enjoy… eventually…"
Carolyn felt her skin turn cold.
"Yeah?" Mario bounced on his stool like a demented child. "What we gonna do, boss, what, what? What we gonna do to her?"
"Do to her? Why, my dear boy, I'm not going to do anything to her. Where do you get such mundane ideas?" Jason teased, his eyes still blazing into hers. "I only meant that the two of you have worked so hard with the dogs, and Carolyn has learned her lessons well… I thought I might give you a chance to really let down your hair and celebrate. Would you like that, Carolyn, would you enjoy a big party???"
Carolyn had the feeling she was being led down the ramp to slaughter, following the Judas goat. Jason had never had a guest in his house since she had come to work there several months before. There were only the rare appointments with legitimate dog breeders when she was warned to stay out of sight, and the late night visits of potential buyers who looked over the stock and selected an animal for training and then departed as quietly as they came. No one for a party. No one would accept an invitation from him, if they knew him, but the devil himself! What was he up to? She returned his stare with curious eyes but didn't speak.
Mario, however, was visibly upset.
"What's a party got to do with a little fuckin' right here and now?" Mario complained. "I thought you meant…"
"Patience, my boy, patience." Jason looked at him and winked broadly, making certain that Carolyn saw the gesture of reassurance. "This is still a work day, you know, and I think we should finish Carolyn's test first like she said. I only mentioned the party to give you both something to look forward to. We'll discuss the party in a little while… and how many guests we should include."
Jason let his eyes burn a hole between her legs. Had she gotten the veiled implication? He wanted to see her suffer. His eyes returned to her face. He watched her expressions carefully. He wanted to see the look of fresh horror scratched across her pretty face when she realized what he meant. And he wasn't disappointed. He had finally broken her. After weeks of immobile expressions and silent acceptance of the sexual favors asked of her, he had broken her will to his! The look of terror had returned to her face. The sleeping penis between his thighs knew and was slowly awakening. It was lying there listening to its own heartbeat growing louder and louder. Jason's enthusiasm knew no bounds, nor his methods any morals.
"How many males are ready for sale right now, Mario?" he asked the young man suddenly.
"All ready? Well, there's the big pair of fawns from Long Island… the brindle with the big cock… aaaa… the two black Danes on the end of the row," Mario pointed toward the first row of cages "… and… and… oh yeah, there's four big studs in the indoor runs, the ones we finished up with last week. That makes nine altogether, I think."
Jason smiled and nodded his head.
"Nine. Hmmmm. Nice round number for a party, wouldn't you say?"
Mario frowned. What's so great about that? They'd been working those dogs for months. One more screwing wasn't no Goddam big deal!
"You don't understand, dear boy." Jason's voice was no more than a hoarse whisper. "I thought we'd hold the party in the indoor arena… and we'll let Carolyn welcome our guests… all of them… all at once."
There was a sharp gasp as Carolyn caught her breath. Her hand flew to her mouth and she bit hard on one finger. He couldn't mean all nine Great Danes mauling around her naked body at once. Nine animals, all trained to respond sexually at the sight of a woman's bare body, nine! He couldn't mean that.
But he did.
The next hour was hell encapsulated. Carolyn recited by rote the hundred questions Jason threw at her and all the while her mind's eye saw the rape of her tender flesh beneath the milling dogs. Her eyes were wide and she stared fixedly at the cages at the other end of the room, shivered when the dogs stared at her, felt chilled at the occasional pointed penis which peeked out of its hairy sheath. He continued to throw questions at her as if nothing had occurred. She answered them tonelessly, her voice as numb as her shocked mind.
"If the dog's organ won't slide through the T-shaped opening slit on the sheath, surgery will painlessly lengthen the extremities of the T."
"To effect total copulation, the dog knot must slide completely out of the sheath. This will force the tight sheath behind the knot and keep the bare penis exposed throughout the entire sex act."
"Dog-hair stimulation means that the hairy sheath itself is inserted in the vagina – this happens frequently if the sheath is not deliberately skinned back behind the knot and the rubbing of the stiff short hair in the vagina excites the user to repeated orgasms before the dog is hung up."