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 A.K.C. 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.