She pressed a speculative finger into the royal blue velour of the near seat. It was expensively padded and soft. It would be, she knew. Jason Benson could afford the best and it made him feel important to prove his worth to anyone… even to whomever shared the seats of this barbaric stage. That's what it was, she was certain. What else could it be? She looked about carefully. Perhaps there was a clue to its use. The walls were subtly toned in shades of blue. Well appointed light fixtures, shaded and pointed toward the ceiling, gave the room the faintly ethereal appearance of an old Grecian stage in the moonlight. Just within the entrance door hung a plate of silent switches which could, no doubt, heighten the lighting effects. Jason was effective… if immoral.
Subconsciously perhaps, Carolyn had avoided looking at the center stage but now her eyes could avoid it no longer. The blue patterned carpeting reached from the wall beneath the seats, then a circle of subtle gold about twelve inches wide encircled the raised dais of the stage. The stage itself was raised some six inches above the normal floor level and was carpeted in the same solid royal blue tone of the velour seats and decorations. She didn't bend to touch its texture but she knew that it would be thick and dense and luxuriously soft beneath her fingers. It was a lovely room… she wished she was not a part of its brutal entertainment.
Jason's eyes had been on the girl for some time, watching her expressions as she surveyed the opulence of the room, enjoying the controlled revulsion that flooded her eyes as she stared at the raised platform center. She knew, she thought she knew what lay ahead for her… but the subtle gnawing fear of not being sure gave her a helpless appeal. Jason's usually dormant desires were already warming with anticipation. He pressed his hands, palms flat, against his groin and held them there. He could feel the warmth of body heat and the small bulge that meant his penis was beginning to make ready beneath his pants. He undid the button and released the zipper lock.
"God, you two are slow!" came Mario's harsh impatient voice, "Let's get this show the hell on the road!"
"Patience, my boy, patience." Jason calmed Mario with a look of warning. He didn't intend to hurry these last subtle moments of waiting. Only the inexperienced gulped down the delights of love, and then were hungry again. The wise savored each exquisite flavor and committed each sensation to memory, to be relived in the privacy of one's thoughts time and time again in the lonely hours of the night. The agonizing anticipation was the gourmet sauce of any sexual appetite and he, Jason Benson, certainly intended to make the most of his opportunities.
"You must not keep your 'guests' waiting, dear girl," Jason tormented. "Do continue with your disrobing."
Carolyn reluctantly reached behind her back and released the hook which held the brassiere and let the large lacy cups give up their heavy burden. In the subtle light of the blue room, her full-pointed breasts took on the appearance of delicately carved marble. She hooked her fingers in the elastic band of the gossamer panties and slid them over the gentle curve of her hips. Carolyn felt suddenly alone and utterly helpless in the presence of insanity. In these awful moments before one of Jason's perverted sex sessions, she always felt the illusive quality of insanity. She too must be insane to have thought she could bear up under his madness for long. Money wasn't worth it.
What really bothered her, Carolyn knew, was not the loss of income should she find a means of escape… but the knowledge that she had come to need the violent inescapable uncontrollable sexual reactions. Her body craved the prolonged stimulations which always brought her to the brink of ecstasy where the morals of civilization no longer mattered, where nothing mattered except wild wonderful orgasms. There! She had finally admitted it. She was afraid of Jason Benson… but she was more afraid of doing without the sexual satisfaction the dogs gave her. There was a certain relief in admitting it to herself, Carolyn thought, but a psychologically unnerving thing to realize that a man couldn't satisfy her animal appetites.
My God! The realization hit her suddenly. I've become no more than an animal myself! She gripped the back of the seat where she had been absentmindedly laying her bra and panties, gripped until her fingers were white. I've got to get out of here… now… now! Or I'll go mad!
She turned suddenly and ran for the door, clawing at its flat closed surface like a trapped animal fleeing for its life. Dry sobs racked her naked body as she leaned against the cool metal surface, fingers searching for the hidden mechanism which released the electric lock. Loud sobs born deep within her tormented mind, sobs which shook her whole body and left her weak. Carolyn slowly sank to her knees before the door, hung her head and whimpered softly for a moment, then she was silent. Streams of tears ran down her face, across her bare breasts and made the final leap to her legs and to the floor. But sound had ceased. A soul dies silently. Only the body suffers audibly.
"Jesus H. Christ! What got into her?" Mario gasped.
Jason wore the icy smile of irony which marked his face in moments of stress to others. He'd wallow in the misery of others, bask in shadow of their suffering. And why shouldn't he, Jason thought as he watched Carolyn slumped before the locked door, why shouldn't he? Twenty years of sexual servitude to the old and the ugly, twenty years of culling through the dregs of unwanted womanhood to skim off a living… ahhhh but no more. Jason drew himself up to his full stature, somewhat less imposing in the nude than when he was expensively tailored, and became the lord and master of his desperate little world.
"Mario!" His voice clear and firm in the silence of the room. "You will tie the woman to the dais!"
"Tie her?" Mario questioned. "She really digs the dogs, boss, I don't think we have to tie her down."
"You don't think? You don't think?" Jason roared. "Why, you demented… psychotic… little… little pimp! You haven't brains enough to think. You haven't the sensitivities of the average pig. Think? All you can think about is that oversized mindless prick of yours, that gross bloated mistake of nature. You can't do anything right. You can't even grow a normal sized prick."
Jason's face was turning red. He had despised Mario Santos since the first time he had seen one of his women look at Mario's large organ in preference to his own diminutive one. He had hated the slow-witted Italian for his youthful good looks, his lean muscular body and most of all for the generosity of his equipment. For years he had contained his hate and taken perverse pleasure in turning the dull witted boy away from the normal sexual pleasures by inducing him to partake of the animals of the kennel. He would have disposed of him… except that he needed a strong back and a weak mind to help with all the kennel work. You couldn't hire just anyone to work in the special section. You could trick a woman, as he had tricked Carolyn and all the others with the dog photos and the threat of prison, but you couldn't trick a man. Not a mentally stable man. Mario had the mind of a twelve-year-old child, the needs of a man, and could be led around by his disgusting prick as simply as leading a horse by the halter. He 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.