"Shall I get the King, boss?" Mario asked impatiently. "Or ya wanta start with me?"
Jason cocked his head and looked appraisingly at the pretty face of the girl slumped in the chair. He liked to use the King first but sometimes the shock of it brought a subject out from under before they really had enough insurance to prevent trouble. If there was any chance of that, he used Mario first. This time, however… He held her chin up in his fingers, then let it drop abruptly. This time there would be no trouble. She was an exceptionally fine hypnotic study. All he had to do was insure that he used the proper phrasings. A person under hypnosis would not do anything violently against their principles. If you had unpleasantries to deal with, you never said "shoot your husband"… you said "you are frightened of snakes, there is a snake who will bite you, kill him" and killing snakes was not against their moral fiber. Bang, you're dead. Jason smiled. He was an experienced hand at hypnosis. Consciously this shy girl would rebel at what he had planned for her, "tactfully worded" she would purr like a pussycat in heat.
"Bring the King," he said softly to Mario. "There'll be plenty left over for you, my boy, there's plenty for both of you."
Jason crossed his legs, leaned his chin on his hand and looked at the girl… it was a dirty business… but such a stimulating one. Already he was feeling the first birth pains of a gigantic erection tingling in his loins. He lingered amid the feeling of a painful need for a moment, then put it out of his mind as the sound of heavy footpads entered the door of Carolyn's room. He turned to face the King.
He was a magnificent beast, a full three and a half feet at the shoulders, with the chest of a bull and the proud head of a champion. He pulled at the choke chain in Mario's hand, leading the slim man at will, pulling him over to where his master sat on the ottoman. Jason clouted him playfully across the muscled rump and pulled at his jowls.
"Hello there, King," Jason said with pride in his voice, "How ya doing, boy?"
The dog rubbed against his leg and licked at his hand. Jason wooled him once more, then rose and took the choke chain lead from Mario. "Here, boy," he said with the tone of command and walked him to the side of the bed nearest the camera tripod. "Now, sit. Sit. Stay."
The King squatted obediently on his great fawn haunches and watched expectantly. Jason removed the chain from his thick neck and tossed it to one side. The King watched it slide on the floor. "STAY," he commanded once more. "Stay."
"You want me to operate the camera this time, boss?" Mario asked.
"Hmmm, yes, I think so, Mario." Jason studied first the girl, then the bed. "Yes, you do that. I'll tell you when to start the mechanism and when to cut. Is everything ready?"
"Yeah, all ready… 'cept for the girl. She's not undressed yet." Mario looked hopefully toward his employer. "You want me to undress her???"
"Not this time," Jason smiled thoughtfully, "she's too good a subject to overlook… let's play this one by ear, shall we?"
Mario grinned obscenely. This was gonna be one helluva night, he could tell. The boss was rarely this wound up over any of the new bitches. And when he was, sooner or later the girl would wish she'd sewed her pussy shut and pee'd out her ear. He watched Jason cross over to the girl and begin stroking her forehead gently.
"Deep… deep… deep. Carolyn, do you hear me, Carolyn?" The girl stirred and mumbled something.
"You can speak, Carolyn, but you will not wake up. Do you hear me, Carolyn?"
Her throat worked once, twice, then a small distant voice answered. "I hear you."
"Good, very good." Jason's voice remained absolutely toneless and unemotional. "Something nice is going to happen to you, Carolyn, something very nice."
Jason watched the girl's face carefully. There was no expression, no change of manner or mean. Her breathing was regular and deep. The pulse point in her throat strong.
"Carolyn, you have finally found the man you love, a thoughtful considerate attractive man who has asked you to marry him. You are deep… deep… deeply in love with this man. You are so happy that you cannot help but smile." Jason watched closely. The girl's face broke open with a happy smile, her straight even teeth lying like carved ivory upon the soft full red lips. Yes, she would look convincing on film. "And now, Carolyn, it is your wedding night. Your new husband sits beside the bed. You are very happy. Deep… deep… deeply happy. He has asked you to undress for him. He wants to see your beautiful body unclothed for him alone. Will you do this for him, Carolyn?"
The girl in the chair nodded slowly, the happy smile still fresh upon her face as if she couldn't stop smiling if she wanted to because she was so happy.
"Then get up, Carolyn. Walk to the bed and start undressing." Jason nodded approvingly to Mario as the girl slowly rose from her chair and walked to the end of the bed. "Now, Mario," Jason said softly in soto voice, "start the film now."
"Your new husband thinks you are very beautiful, Carolyn. Why don't you look at him and smile to let him know you love him too?"
The girl paused and looked toward the side of the bed with a shy smile.
"No, Carolyn, your husband is on the other side of the bed. That's right, a little lower. He's sitting down waiting for you to finish. Smile at him, Carolyn. You love him, smile as if you love him."
Carolyn turned slowly and stared toward the camera, fixing her eyes in the direction of the big Great Dane. Her face was filled with happiness, eyes bright, her mouth parted and damp.
"Now undress, Carolyn, keep your eyes on your new husband and undress." Jason coached tonelessly, careful not to break the spell of the moment.
She began unbuttoning the front of her blue shirtwaist dress, looking toward the Dane with half-closed eyes, a look of anticipation masked her lovely face. The dress dropped to the floor and she let it lay there. She reached slowly behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra, letting her hands slide forward to cup the heavy breasts and hold them up for his approval. "Mario," Jason spoke quietly, "pan in on the King. He's watching her… he knows what's coming… and he's getting a real hard on."
The small Bell amp; Howard camera swiveled smoothly on its tripod and aimed toward the waiting dog. The animal's eyes were on Carolyn's every movement, following the motion of her hands, her body. His tongue hung out and dripped saliva.
"Lower, Mario, smoothly now."
The camera swung lower, following the muscular lines of the huge dog's body, then pausing on the long hairy sheath that housed the great canine penis. The camera whirred on, as Mario zoomed a slow close-up, so close Jason knew that the sheath and its partially exposed organ would fill the frame of the picture. King panted in anticipation, each heaving breath causing the pole-hard penis to poke in and out of its covering.
"Hold it there, Mario," Jason spoke in a whisper, "I'm going to try something."
Behind the camera viewer, Mario's eyes were bright. His crotch heavy with anticipation. Staring at a stud dog's prick didn't normally do much for the small Italian man, but now as he focused the camera on it at close range, knowing as he knew that it would be buried in the girl's hot wet pussy in a few minutes, the expectation was almost too much. He tried to put the thought from his mind. It wasn't easy.
"Stay, King," Jason spoke gently to the dog, "Stay. King, do you want to lick the girl, boy? Lick the girl, King? STAY. Stay."
The dog was near frantic with the promised goal. His tongue lapped hungrily over his jowls and his penis jutted out at full staff length and bobbed gently up and down with its own weight.