"That's very kind of you, Mr. Benson. I'd like that, a cup of cocoa if it isn't too much trouble." "No trouble at all, my dear." He nodded courteously and left her alone, closing the door behind him.

"And this was my Nero," he laid one last photograph on top of the pile on the little end table. "Royal Benson's Black Nero," my first dog ... not my best, but I owe him much for it was his devotion to my deceased wife who caused me to begin the small breeding business ten years ago which lead to the Benson Kennels and a rather sizable income."

Carolyn smiled and tried to concentrate on the photo of the big black Dane. It was so warm in her room. It was making her sleepy, terribly sleepy. She yawned and was immediately embarrassed.

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"Oh, forgive me, Mr. Benson," she apologized, "I love to look at your dogs, really I do, I can't understand why I'm so sleepy all of a sudden." "Quite understandable, my dear," Jason Benson stood up, a secretive smile touching the corners of his mouth. "You must forgive me for not allowing you to rest on your first night with us. And do sleep in tomorrow morning, it's Sunday, you know, and the Kennels will be closed to all." He gathered up the stack of photographs, wished her good sleep, and quietly closed the door as he left.

Carolyn leaned back in her chair and yawned. She was so sleepy, so tired. She would rest here just a moment or two, then crawl into the big inviting bed. So tired. She closed her eyes. So tired it felt like her body was spinning, spinning. Suddenly her head fell limply back against the chair ... the near empty mug of cocoa slipping from her lax fingers. It made a soft rattle as it rolled under the edge of her chair, leaving a narrow dark

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streak of chocolate across the blue carpet. Chapter 2 From a room across the patio, Jason Benson watched Carolyn succumb to the effects of the tasteless drug which he had stirred into the hot cocoa. Now, if she turned out to be a good subject for hypnosis as well, the Royal Benson dogs would have a new mistress. Jason had already waited too long. The dogs were restless. But it was difficult to find a pretty girl with no family or friends, no one to wonder what happened when she dropped

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out of sight. Of course, there had been a few ‹ coarse, plain women that no one wanted, no one would miss ‹ but Jason preferred to mix business with pleasure. Perhaps the dogs didn't mind a plain mistress but Jason found the training sessions more stimulating when the bitches were attractive. He studied the still figure of the unconscious girl in the lighted window across the patio. Yes, she was very attractive. He smiled in anticipation. This was going to be a pleasant season. He was sure of that.

"I'll get the girl ready," Jason said quietly to his assistant. "You bring your camera equipment ... and hurry. We don't want the effects of the drug to wear off before we have

arranged for insurance." Without waiting for a reply, Jason hurried from the room. Mario stayed by the window a moment longer, staring at the limp figure of the girl. His face was passive. His hands strayed now and again to his crotch to rub the head of the sleeping beast which lay there.

Mario bumped the door open with his knees. His hands were full of light standards, cameras and two cases of film. Jason jerked around at the sound of the door banging against the wall and frowned.

"F'god sake, try to be a little more quiet, Mario." "Hell, boss, she's out like a light." "That may be, my young friend, but let's not take unnecessary chances, eh?" There were times when Jason Benson would like to have taken the plaited dog whip which hung in the exercise room and which could raise bloody welts each time it laid across the skin, to Mario Serge but he needed him. He needed someone to help ... and Mario's perverted sexuality made him perfect for the job. It took patience sometimes, like today, when Mario's anticipation overrode his good sense. He smiled to hide his feelings. "In an

hour or so, we will be finished. And then ..." Jason left the sentence hanging, deliciously dangling before Mario's growing desire like a carrot before a hungry ass. Mario's eyes glittered and the bulge in his tight pants grew larger and more noticeable. He began scurrying quietly around the room, setting up the light poles around the center island bed. Jason smiled faintly. The young man had the insatiability of a sailor and the mind of a child. He could be led around by the prick.

Jason shook his head tolerantly, then began his own preparations. From the big cedar chest at the foot of the bed he took a rich blue velvet spread and carefully arranged it on the bed. He glanced at the motionless girl, at her flawless pale ivoried skin ... yes, the color would be perfect. He walked to the movie camera on its sturdy tripod and sighted through the viewer. He pursed his lips, looked up over the camera, then through the view