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"How could you do such an awful thing?" Carolyn whispered hoarsely. "Me?" Jason laughed. "You were the one who did the 'awful' things, Carolyn. You forced my poor assistant into some very degrading situations. I was really quite shocked! Ah, but then, you shall judge for yourself. Mario, would you start the next roll of film please?"
Carolyn's eyes widened and she flashed a quick look toward Mario. He grinned back and shook his dark head in mock disapproval. "No!" she shouted. "No, I don't want to see it. I don't know how you made me do those terrible things ... it was a trick of some kind, drugs or something ... but I don't want to see it. Please. PLEASE."
"Oh, very well." He nodded toward Mario to stop the projector. The room was suddenly very silent without the hum of the machine. "I must say I'm rather disappointed, though. It was a very ... stimulating ... experience watching that bit of film. You may pack away the reel, Mario. Be sure to lock it up quite safely. Miss Vance may wish to see it again some day.""You're the one who should be locked up! You're crazy!" She stared at the man across the table, her fingers gripping the chair so tightly that the tips were white and bloodless. "You really are crazy!"
"Crazy? ... Like a fox, my dear Miss Vance." The icy smile never left his lips. "Those films are my insurance that you won't try to have me locked up. Or anything else unpleasant. Should you try? I would have to tell the authorities that you used your position with Royal Benson Kennels to try to blackmail me. I would have to show them the films I bought from you at exorbitant prices in order to buy your silence. It was worth the $5,000 you demanded to protect the reputation of the Kennels."
"They wouldn't believe you. If it was true, you would have turned me over to the police right then and there." "Not necessarily. Jason Benson is known as a quiet sensitive man, an artist in his own right. They would understand why I wouldn't want to go into court to testify against you. It would mean publicity, the front pages of every paper. No, the police would understand why a man of my reputation preferred to pay blackmail." He leaned back in the chair and looked at her over the brandy glass cupped in his hand. "I feel quite confident that you would prefer to assist me with my work and remain silent rather than spend ten years in prison for blackmail ... should it come to that."
"You couldn't prove blackmail even if you wanted to." "Oh, but I could." His voice was ripe with confidence. "You see, I withdrew $5,000 in cash from my bank today ... in small bills ... the cashier who has long handled my personal account was quite concerned with my nervousness. Considerate girl, that, she asked me twice if I was sure everything was all right."
Carolyn stared in disbelief. This couldn't be happening to her, not to Carolyn Vance from Tyler Corners whose major sins to date consisted of using her mother's credit card for gas and necking after the Saturday night movie. These things only happened to girls off the street, girls who were looking for trouble and were disappointed if they didn't find it. He couldn't really believe she would stay here and work for him, not after this!
"And if you are still thinking about going to the police, Carolyn," he spoke softly, "discounting the blackmail charges, do you think they would believe you?" "Of course, they'd believe me," she answered incredulously. "No girl would do a terrible thing like that willingly. You forced me!"
"Did I?" The frozen smile took on a new malignancy. "There were no bonds holding you down, no one holding your legs apart for the dog. Do you really think any person seeing the joy on your pretty face would believe you weren't enjoying it? The way you reached up with your wet little pussy and screwed yourself higher onto his big cock, you think anybody's going to believe you didn't want to fuck that dog?"
"And afterwards, Carolyn, when you and the dog had both spent yourselves so disgustingly, when the swelling went down and he pulled it out and licked you clean ... when you smiled and spread your legs and patted your hairy little cunt and tried to coax him back again ... do you realty think anyone in their right mind would believe you were forced into it?"
Tears welled in her eyes and ran unchecked down her pale cheeks. He was right. She had seen the awful spectacle herself. No one would believe her, never in a thousand years.
"And the second reel of film, the one you didn't want to watch," Jason continued, "I'm sure it would convince the police of your unfortunate perversion if the other one didn't. You did some very, very naughty things to my poor Mario while he was tied up and unable to get away from you. Oh, he struggled and tried to turn his innocent body away, but you forced your unnatural appetites upon him. Your unrestrained molesting may have caused permanent psychological damage to the lad! It was shocking, shocking!"