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Please, please, please email me your thoughts on the story. Puppy Girl Competition 9 Part 1: "Okay bitches," yelled nine year-old Karen as she surveyed us in our cages. She had to shout over the noise of other teams bringing their cages into the staging area and the background din of the crowd coming into the arena. "The judges will be coming through to look at you and to pair you up with the other breeds from the other schools." "This is where the points start," added Stacey as she also looked us over. I knelt there in my cage wagging my tail, my tongue hanging out. I was panting doing my best but, fuck I was nervous. "Don't fail us bitches," Angie said to all of us but especially to me. I thought back to earlier that morning. ** Gawd I was nervous but Angie of course was not. As she woke, she pushed me to the other side of the bed. "Get up, dumb fuck, it's my big day," she said as she stretched. She was wearing her nightdress, and for a moment as she arched her body, it highlighted the shape of her 12 year old body. Her words hurt me and I looked up at her. Big day for her? What about me, I thought as I rolled over on my stomach. Mistress pulled the covers down and then shuffled across and pulled my ass cheeks apart. It had become her morning routine, and one I longed for every morning, to pull my ass cheeks apart and spit on my anus, then pushed her spittle into my brown hole. "Mine, mine, mine," she said as she pushed her spit into my anus. She pushed her finger deep, stretching my sphincter and massaging the livid red wall inside, and as she knew it would, my cunt gushed. "I wish I had time to put this brown hole on the end of my strap-on and fuck it silly but we have to get moving." She slapped me on the ass cheeks. "Yes, mistress," I said, feigning disappointment. "On your hands and knees and into puppy mode, motherfucker," Mistress ordered as she sat up on the bed. I quickly got down on my hands and knees and looked up at her. Mistress leaned over and patted me on the head then ran her fingers around my mouth. "These past two months have really been wonderful mother," she almost whispered to me. She pushed her fingers into my mouth and I knew at once that one of them had been in my anus. "I have learned a lot and I hope you have learned what your status is around the house." I used my tongue to coat it with saliva and then sucked and swallowed before she slid her fingers out again. "Arf, arf," I smiled up at her. "Good girl, yes you are!" she said in that special doggy voice and patted me on the head again. My status? When Tommy was around the house he lounged on the furniture, he got the choicest cut of meat, and was always the first to eat leaving me with sloppy seconds. I was Ida's play thing; I was intimate with her cunt juice and anal smells, either directly from source or on Bill's cock. As for seven year-old Helen I couldn't get enough of the youngster. She loved to put peanut butter into her anal cavity and have me lick it out, and all the while she would giggle and laugh. There were times I would sleep on the floor next to her bed with my leash attached and she would hold it as she slept, explaining she wanted me to protect her from the monsters at night. It was uncomfortable but it had its compensations: sometimes if she woke, she would pull me into bed with her and I would finger her until she drifted back to sleep. Helen bounded into the room. "Can I check Baby Girl?" she asked Angie. She was wearing her flannel nightie that came to her knees, where the hem flared out. Helen loved to come up to me and put the hem of her nightie over my head and then move her cunt to my face; she loved to have me "lick her good morning". I looked at mistress with a questioning look. "Arf, arf!" Angie rolled over on her side and pulled the pillow under head. She ignored me. "Sure Helen, why not." "Oh, goodie!" the little girl giggled. She pulled her nightie up and draped it over my head. "Lick me Baby Girl!" For the next couple of minutes I was in heaven as my tongue roamed over that seven year-old cunt, inside and around it and up and down, and sometimes down to her fragrant little anus, and all the while Helen had both hands on my head as she guided my efforts. As always, my cunt was wet and dripping but I could do nothing to relieve myself. I would have to hope that mistress would permit me to hump her leg or Helen's leg, fuck even Ida's leg would do, but remembering what day it was, I knew that that was unlikely. Mistress sat up on the edge of the bed. "Go wake-up Miss Ida and daddy, Baby Girl." I pulled my head out from under Helen's nightie and bounded out the room and down the hallway. I pushed open the door and bounded into the master bedroom. I sat back on my heels. "Arf, arf, arf!" I said. Ida rolled over on the bed and looked at me. "Good girl!" she said sleepily and got out of bed and walked to the bathroom. "Come here," she called and I followed her obediently, watching her sit down on the toilet and spread her legs. She tapped her leg and I came over and put my head between her thighs as she had trained me to do, pushing my mouth and nose onto her slit as she began to pee. "Lick!" she commanded, and took both my ears between her fingers, steering my tongue towards the acrid yellow stream of piss. I extended my tongue into the flow and lapped at the warm pungent liquid, resisting the urge to smile: I think she thought that she had some special hold on me; little did she realise that Angie had released me from my inhibitions and I would have done so much more if she had asked. "You're such a nasty animal, Baby Girl," cooed Ida. I heard Bill come into the bathroom. "What a fucking slut she's turned out to be," I heard him say. Once, not so many weeks ago, that would have cut me to the core, but that was before Tommy, before that thick, beautiful cock raped me and showed me what fucking was really all about. Helen came into the bathroom also. "Miss Angie wants her to ge something to eat." She ignored her mother pissing, and Bill's limp little cock and rushed over to me. I felt a little hand grab my dog collar and pull my head away from Ida's cunt. She pouted but I followed Helen. Tommy was waiting in the kitchen for his morning meal. He wagged his tail when he saw me and secretly my heart leapt with joy knowing he was here and not out fucking around. Helen poured moist dog food into the one bowl on the floor. I crawled over to get my share but Tommy stepped in front of me, his cock and balls swinging back and forth. I moved around him and tried to nudge my head in but Tommy growled and I backed away. I looked at Helen with pleading eyes in that maybe she could pour me a separate bowl but she just shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry Baby Girl," she said and walked out the door. I sat there and waited for Tommy to finish and felt my mouth watering, not for the food, but for his cock hanging so close to me. That jack hammer piece of meat could fuck a bitch into submission and I knew that first hand. I licked my lips and my cunt moistened: as selfish and self-centered as Tommy was, he knew how to fuck a bitch and me in particular. I smiled to myself and wondered what the others would do if they ever found out about it. Over the next hour mistress washed me and shaved my cunt and anus. She told me it was to get me into perfect condition for the competition but I noticed that her fingers spent much of the time inside me. Eventually, she applied a spray to my page boy haircut with the school colors and then turned me over to Ida and Helen as she got ready. Ida's job was to apply glossy colors to my cunt and anus. I could see the delight in her eyes as she told me to lie on my back with my legs pulled back to my chest and then she gently brushed a brown polish around my sphincter muscle and blew on it. "Is Baby Girl stupid, mommy?" Helen asked as she sat next to me flicking my right nipple with her fingers. "Why do you ask that?" Ida replied. I also looked over at the child. "Well, some kids in my class say that mothers are stupid for acting like doggies." "Well, sweetheart, yes some women can be stupid for acting like a doggie. For other women it's natural for them to act like a doggie. Baby Girl has found her true self so acting like a doggie is not stupid for her." "Arf, arf!" I barked in some surprise to hear the obnoxious Ida sum up my own enlightenment so succinctly. Yes I had volunteered to do this but now I realized that she was right, that I had found my true self. "Well, I want a doggie like Baby Girl," Helen announced as she tugged on both my nipples, twisting them in a way that she knew sent pulses of pleasure to my clit. In the past that would have embarrassed and humiliated me but I was way past that now. "Well, we just can't go out and buy one, honey," replied Ida as she pulled my cunt lips back and forth, trying to apply cherry red lipstick over the spreading tide of cream that flowed from my hole. Fuck I wanted to CUM but I knew that mistress would be upset with me and would probably whip or cane me and that would not be good on the day of the competition. "Not buy one, mommy, have you for my doggie like Baby Girl is for Miss Angie," Helen said innocently. Ida stopped what she was doing and a sudden silence fell. I looked at her then Helen and back again. Oh fuck! Did I hear that right? Ida cleared her throat and shifted nervously as she quickly glanced at me then looked at her daughter. "Well, sweetheart, mommy doesn't have time to be a doggie. I have a very important job that takes most of my time," Ida stammered and I could tell she was sweating bullets. I felt a sudden urge to laugh, but somehow managed to stop myself. Fuck the only important job a woman has is to be on her hands and knees at her daughter's side. "But Mommy, I want a doggie that will do what I tell it to and poop in the garden and lick my cunt in the morning." She paused, her eyes beseeching. "I know you are busy but what if I wanted to join the competition? You could help me right?" She stared at her mother, her little eyebrows raised. "Well, um, we'll see, sweetie," Ida said, and I could hear the desperation in her voice. "You might have other interests by the time you're old enough." "But Angie and the other girls are all older than me and their mommies are doggies," the little girl persisted. "And Baby Girl likes being a doggy because she is always wagging her tail and when I sit on her face in the morning I know she likes it because she gets all wet and smelly down there." She paused again, her eyes never leaving her mother's face. "Please, Mommy, pleeaase?" Ida shifted uncomfortably and looked away from her daughter. "Sweetheart, we can't talk about it now. We both have important things to do to help get Baby Girl ready. Let's concentrate on that and we can talk about it another time." Helen pouted and her shoulders dropped, but she didn't pursue it and I could see Ida breathe a sigh of relief. After Ida had applied the lipstick to my cunt lips she moved up to my nipples, carefully applying a red lipstick around my aureoles. I couldn't help but giggle, partly because it tickled, but also because I kept seeing her as a puppy girl. She avoided my eyes until she had finished, and only then did she speak again. "Okay, Baby Girl, kiss me, show me appreciation for my work on your genitals," she said, smiling down at me as she moved her anus over my face. She squatted down over my mouth with her feet on either side of my head and I looked up at her anus. She liked to think that she was imposing her will upon me by making me do something she thought I would hate, but she didn't know the new liberated me. I lifted my head a little and gently kissed her muscle, slowly licking and kissing as she moved her ass up and down my mouth. I pushed my tongue hard against the brown centre and heard her gasp, feeling the sphincter begin to push out against the pressure before I withdrew it. She looked at me for a moment and then turned to her daughter. "Honey, sometimes I think that Baby Girl's mouth and tongue are a perfect fit for my ass." Mother and daughter laughed, and then Helen said, "If you were my puppy, you could lick my ass like that." Mistress yelled down from upstairs, "Make sure you take her outside to poop and pee!" Grateful for the interruption, Ida hastily grabbed my collar and lead me out of the room and down the stairs. Twenty minutes later Helen announced that Coach Wagner was pulling up with the truck and I got into my cage and Ida and Helen wheeled me outside. In the street in front of the house a crowd of people from the neighborhood cheered and whistled when I was wheeled round from the side of the house in my cage. I should have been embarrassed being shown off like this but I had nothing but pride, even more so when Mistress came out of the front door in her uniform. Inside the truck, Cricket, Dinky Pooh, and Peaches were already in the back in their cages and we exchanged nervous smiles as we moved off to pick up Foofu. ** My thoughts suddenly came back to the present as Mistress put her fingers into my cage. I wagged my tail hard and licked them and barked with excitement: "Arf, arf, arf!" All the cages from the different teams had arrived in the back stage holding area and the judges were beginning to pair up bitches from different teams. Across from me in a cage similar to mine was another mother with the same yellow tinged skin as me and I realized that she was also yellow retriever. She had a page boy haircut that was a spiked and in her school colors of green and yellow which made her look faintly ridiculous. I wondered if her cage had been placed next to mine because we were to be paired up to compete against each other: no one had said anything but it seemed likely as we were the same breed. There was a tween leaning against her cage who looked to be the same age as Mistress and the woman in the cage was barking desperately, trying to get her attention. The girl ignored her for a little while before spinning round and kicking the side of the cage. "Why don't you just shut-up Coco, you stupid fucking animal!" she spat, and then turned away and walked off into the distance. The mother looked across at me and I could see tears in her eyes but she quickly looked away and settled down into a corner of her cage. For a moment I felt very sorry for her, but then I remembered this was a competition. If she and I were to be paired against each other, I couldn't afford to be sentimental. Suddenly, I heard our girls arrive. They looked so smart wearing their blue and silver domanatrix dresses with a slit down the middle between the breasts which went all the way down to belly button. The uniform was form fitting with no panties or bras and black knee high boots with a five inch stiletto heels. They all looked so ravishing and sexy that I was sure the crowd would cheer for us when we went into the arena. For a little while we all had time to kill as the crowds arrived and the television company began its coverage. Mistress leaned back against my cage and as she did so, her short skirt flipped up, exposing her bottom. Unable to resist, I pressed my nose through the wire and tried to nuzzle it her cunt, and she suddenly giggled and stood up. "That's very naughty, Baby Girl," she said smiling. "Now sit and behave yourself like a good little bitch." "Arf, arf!" I barked, and sat back down. I glanced across at Coco and saw her staring at me. ** "Hello tweens everywhere!" smiled the ten year-old girl holding a microphone. "This is Jessica from Tween News, the channel that brings you all the sex news for discerning nine to thirteen year-old girls." She was fresh faced with perfect teeth, blonde hair and blue eyes and she smiled sexily into the small hand-held camera operated by her assistant. She paused for a moment, letting the camera sweep down over her tight pink t-shirt, lingering for a moment on the little bumps that were her tits, before continuing down to a short jean skirt that came mid-thigh. It zoomed in for a moment to the shadow between her thighs before returning to her photogenic face. "Remember girls, Tween News is the only news outlet to have official access backstage for the Puppy Girl Competition, so stay with us if you want to be where the real action is." She lowered the microphone and smiled for a few more seconds before making a 'cut' sign to her camera girl. A crowd of women and girls behind the tape barrier cheered and a woman yelled out, "I love you, Jessica!" trying desperately to get her attention. The ten year-old had become a celebrity the past year when she joined the Tweens News team. She quickly became known for her stories on tween fashion trends and mother/daughter relationships but made her mark when she did a series of stories when she was nine years-old on why women were considered sexual animals. As a result of her success, she was always in demand for the talk show circuit, parties and important sexual events and she had even been given a talk show of her own where she and her interviewee masturbated while they chatted: it was called 'Jilling with Jessica' and had become an instant hit. It was rumored that she had several "kept" adult women at home who attended her every need, and also that these women paid Jessica's parents for the privilege of living in their house to attend their daughter's every whim and desire. Of course, nobody could be for sure if this was the case but rumours were rife. It was because of Jessica's popularity and the fact that she was a natural in front of the camera that the Board of Elders gave Tween News exclusive backstage access to the Competition. This meant that it would be accessible only to tween and younger girls: access to the channel was restricted to those with a special code which was issued only to girls who were interested and who could afford it. Without adult women or their mother's prying into their business, the girls were able to interact freely with the station and exchange ideas about women and sex. Jessica pressed her fingers on her earpiece for a moment and then raised her microphone, her glowing smile returning. "Yes Tammy, we have exclusive backstage access to the teen athletes and their animals." She paused. "Let's go back there now and meet the girl athletes." She gave the cut sign and lowered her microphone before turning and waving to the cheering crowd of women and girls and bowing them a kiss. She gestured to her camera girl, walked over to a door that read "Officials and athletes only", opened it and walked inside. ** Beyond the barrier that held back the crowd of women and girls, it was a carnival atmosphere: fairground rides glittered with bright lights and blaring rock music; small stalls offered exotic food and drink and sent appetising smells drifting across the crowd; stores such as "Skimpy Clothes", "Hang Mom High" and "Cunt Busters" sold merchandise at 'reduced' carnival prices from large, colourful tents; and all those institutions that made Cherish Valley such a special place were represented in force. The whorehouse had their women working the crowd around their large booth. Ten naked whores squatted open-thighed on their platform high heels, chained by the neck with their hands cuffed behind their backs. They were offering five dollar blowjobs to the men and boys walking past and those who didn't have a cock in their mouth were trying to entice the males to step over and give their services a try. A small crowd of males had formed around the booth, some queuing for their turn, others just watching or shouting encouragement. Around the side, there were women selling strap-on's to a gaggle of teen and pre-teen girls and adult women and to encourage sales, each purchase came with five free minutes to try out the strap-on in the cunt or anus of a whore strapped down on a rape table. Sales had proved so popular that they had had to bring in two extra tables and each one was being used to capacity. The Women's School Administrators Union and the Female Teachers Association had combined their funds for a "kissing booth". For five dollars the customer, male or female, child or adult, could pull their pants down, or their skirts up and have the teacher or administrator kiss and lick their asshole for five minutes. There was a line of boys and girls waiting for their favorite teacher and a lot of adult males lining up in front of the administrators' table. The Family Strip Club had a large tent set up and inside were five specially made tables where mother-daughter teams performed stripteases to music. The audience were loud but generally well-behaved, mostly father and sons, enjoying seeing their wives and mothers, sisters and daughters dance so provocatively in front of a large audience. Every half hour, the audience got to vote for the best mother-daughter combo and the winners had to fuck each other on stage with a variety of dildos and strap-ons. The screams of pleasure or pain and the cheers could be heard halfway across the arena, and as a result there was a long line of men and boys waiting to get in. In order to avoid them becoming restless and unruly, a number of mothers had volunteered to suck them or jack them off and they could be seen moving from cock to cock, dripping with spunk. The Preteen Pathfinders hanging team had a large platform set-up, above which was the "Hanging Beam" with ten nooses hanging from it and ten small stools under each noose. Every fifteen minutes ten mothers from the team would stand on the stools with the nooses around their necks and, to add to the tension, they wore blind folds and ear plugs so they couldn't tell what was going on around them. Little girls from the considerable crowd were encouraged to pay a small fee for the privilege of pushing the women off the stools, and judging by the shouts, there was no lack of volunteers. Every thirty minutes, the pathfinder preteens would but on a demonstration with their mothers, getting the women to perform a dance as they dangled from the noose by wielding a fifteen foot long thin stick with a ten foot long leather strap attached to it. As their mothers swung, the little girls would flick the stick so that the whip would strike the mother's body, causing her to "dance" by moving her legs up and down and side to side as her daughter whipped her. Some of the younger ones got so excited by the cheers of the crowd that they swung their whips as hard as they could, raising angry red welts on the women's bodies. And all the time, as the side shows going and the main event drew ever closer, the crowds poured in, not only from the county but from neighboring counties and states where people had heard about the competition and come to see for themselves. It was being reported on the news channels that parking was a mess, that there were traffic jams for miles around, and people were being urged to take the free transportation that had been provided by the "MidAutumn Festival" committee. Security was also an issue: religious fringe groups had come to protest the sin and depravity that was occurring but they weren't allowed past the parking lots by the festival organizers on the excuse that they had not paid the required fee for a booth. This left the protesters with a dilemma: if they paid for a booth then it could be said that they were condoning the type of behavior that they were protesting about so in the end they contented themselves by staging their protests further away. Only one group paid for and set up a small booth near the entrance to the festival: the Anti-Degradation Feminists. A woman standing on a soap box was yelling out that women weren't animals and that they should be treated with respect and dignity. Not many could hear her above the noise of the crowds, but those who did derided her. A man walking by with his two tween sons encouraged the boys to unzip their pants and pee on the woman and they did so, letting loose their yellow stream on the woman's lower legs, feet and the box she was standing on. The crowd paused and laughed and the woman stared down at her dripping legs, humiliated. Another man yelled out, "Your mouth would look better with a cock in it!", and almost at once, a younger female voice shouted, "And your face would look better with a cunt on it!" causing the crowd to roar with laughter. The woman turned several shades of red and tears started in her eyes, but after a moment's pause, but she continued on with her protest. ** I saw Jessica and her camera girl as soon as they walked into the holding area. Jessica pointed over at our cages and the camera girl turned the camera on and started filming as they walked towards us. "Oh, here is the team from Intercourse," Jessica informed her viewing audience and there was a distant cheer from the giant display screen in the arena where her broadcast was being transmitted live. In our cages, Foofu, Peaches, Dinky-Pooh, Cricket and I barked happily and wagged our tails as Jessica walked up to us: despite our nerves and the closeness of the competition, we were all excited to meet someone so famous. "Such good doggies you are!" gushed the tween as she stopped beside our cages and the camera swept over us. I bounced over towards her and gazed up at her long legs and short skirt, panting excitedly, sniffing the fragrant air around her, and I noticed that the others had stopped their barking and were sniffing the air around the youngster too. It was the most delicious of smells and it made my cunt weep. "Oh, what are they doing?" Megan was standing among the cages with treats in her hand. "They are smelling your essence," she replied. "My essence?" "Your cunt smell." For a second, Jessica's hand flew up to her mouth, and she looked downwards, as if somehow her smell might be visible. "Oh my!" she said, giggling. Megan smiled. "I would bet that if you were to run through the woods, our bitches would be able to track you down now that they know your cunt smell." "Cool!" she said and signalled to the camera girl. As the camera focused on her, she was all smiles, her perfect white teeth gleaming. "You see girls? Adult women can be trained just like circus animals." Then turned the camera to Megan. "So was it hard training them?" Megan heard the question but didn't answer right away. Instead, she looked at us. "Good girls, yes you are!" she gushed as she offered the treats to us. I stuck my tongue out and scooped up a treat but held it between my teeth looking at Megan, and the other girls did the same. I knew that the camera was filming us but we all watched Megan eagerly, our tails wagging, waiting for the command. Megan smiled across at Jessica and without looking at us, said, "Eat!" "Your animals have impressive self-control," Jessica said as she walked down the line filming the five of us eating our treat. "So was it hard to train them?" Angie stepped forward to answer the question and I felt an immediate swell of pride. "Not really, with the right amount of punishment and pleasure women can be trained to do anything." "Your animals do all the same things that doggies are known for?" the girl asked. As did so, she stood in front of me and held her left hand out to me and I sniffed it and then licked it. She tasted of fresh little girl with a whiff of soapy perfume, but beyond it, the more intoxicating fragrance of her cunt. It was only inches from my face and I longed to nuzzle my nose into it and slide in my tongue, just as Tommy did to me. After we had finished our treats, Angie told us to sit and we waited panting for the next command. Zoe stepped forward and looked at Jessica. "Our animals as you call them are real dogs in every way." She paused and then chuckled. "There are a lot of times that I forget that she was ever my mother," she said as she smiled at Foofu, reaching into her cage and stroking her head. Foofu wagged her tail eagerly and licked her daughter's fingers. Stacey added, "I think there are times our puppies here don't care if they were ever our mothers. They are so eager to please just like other dog breeds." Jessica nodded her head. "There you have it girls. With proper punishment and plenty of pleasure, puppies from Intercourse don't care about anything but pleasing their girls." She indicated to her assistant to turn off the camera and then grinned. "Thanks girls and good luck." *** Jessica walked a little further down the room to the next group of cages and nodded to her assistant. "Next we have the team from Zip Down and it looks like one of the bitches is having some sort of extra training. What is happening here?" Jessica inquired. On the giant screen in the arena, the camera zoomed in on a puppy girl who was out of her cage. She was on her back with her arms and legs raised but bent at the joints as a girl was kneeling beside her moving her left hand in and out of the puppy's cunt. The puppy was squirming and whining on the floor, and it was difficult to tell whether it was because of pleasure or pain. The youngster who was doing the fisting looked up, but did not stop. "Hi Jessica, love your show. This is Coco, my bitch, and I'm Britney" she said, smiling. The camera focused on her face for a moment and then moved down for a close-up of the fisting. "She is very pretty breed." "This bitch is a yellow retrieve breed." "Oh and I love the spiked hair! Is that your school colors?" "Yes it sure is and her hairdo makes her look stupid doesn't it?" Britney laughed. Jessica laughed too and the camera moved back up to the woman's face which was several shades of red, although it was difficult to tell if it was because her cunt was being played with so openly or because of the girl's remark. The pre-teen girl stood up. "Heel," she said and Coco rolled over and into a perfect hand and knee stance with her head next to her daughter's knee. "Clean!" the girl commanded holding her wet hand next to Coco's face and the puppy obeyed. Once more the camera zoomed in, capturing the tongue lapping up the viscous juice, and for a moment the two girls stared in rapt fascination. "I'll tell you something," the girl said, patting Coco's head with her now clean hand, "I'm ashamed to admit that this bitch was ever my mother." She laughed. "Believe it or not, she used to be an executive at some stupid Fortune 100 company." "Did she want to quit her job to volunteer for this?" Jessica asked as the camera zoomed in again on Coco's face. "Not at first: it took a lot of convincing her on my part to change her silly little mind. She had these stupid ideas of how important women were but now look at her." The girl bent down and scratched behind Coco's ears, and when she spoke again, her voice imitated the tone of a very young child. "Now you're wight where you belong, aren't you little doggy-woggy." "Arf, arf" the woman replied as she wagged her tail, her face still glowing red. "How do you think Coco will do today?" Jessica asked "This stupid cunt will perform her best for me, won't you bitch?" and Coco barked several times and wagged her tail again. "That's my girl," the girl said as she stroked the side of her mother's head. "Well, I sure hope she performs well today. I think the whole valley would love to see a tight competition." "Well, they've come to the right place then," the girl said cheerily. Jessica smiled and then turned and walked across the holding area to the next team. ** The two female announcers sitting in the broadcast booth above the spectator stands in the indoor arena shuffled rather nervously in their seats as they waited for the signal to introduce themselves. They had a commanding view of the arena, of the competition area and the vast crowd who were now settling into their seats. In front of them, screens relayed the external camera shots and there were several cameras placed around and in front of them. Each of them knew that if the broadcast was to go well they had to be zany and whacky and part of the fun. They both wore very tight low-cut t-shirts emblazoned with the words "Cherish Cunts" on the front, and they each held a microphone in the shape of a penis with two hairy testicles at the base. These were a novelty and they had tested them out at rehearsal: when the camera zoomed for a close-up and the commentator was talking they looked amazingly real and the two women had practised playing with them suggestively as they talked. At the back of the booth, someone counted them down and then a green light lit up in front of them. "Hello, Cherish Valley, I'm Tina Bird of the PTSA, the Parent Teacher Student Association," smiled the blonde haired woman into the camera, "and I will be one of the color commentators today." The camera switched. "Hello, Cherish Valley, you know me, your friendly channel 5 sportscaster, Betty Green," smiled her brunette partner, her voice cheery and upbeat. "Hi Tina, ready for a day full of fun and excitement?" "You bet I am, Betty!" "We are here today for the first annual puppy girl competition and you can feel the excitement in the air. It seems the whole Valley and beyond has turned out for today's sporting contest," Tina smiled. The shot changed to a slow sweep of the crowd. "Yes, that's right Tina," smiled Betty. "Twenty young girls and their dogs from the four school districts will compete against each other for the bragging rights of being the best." "And let us not forget that there is a real edge to this competition. The winning team will not just get the kudos of being the best, but will win the chance to go to college and have a better future," Tina said. The screen switched back to the booth. "Quite right, Tina," said Betty, putting a serious tone into her voice, "and because the outcome is so important, we are delighted to have a special guest today to share her expert opinion with us." She paused. "Doctor Julie Swan." "Hello, Tina and Betty, thank you for inviting me," Doctor Swan said, smiling into the camera, and for a moment it lingered on her. She was wearing her trademark little girl outfit, her blonde hair was done in pigtails, her lips with heavily glossed with cherry red lipstick, and her pink t-shirt was so small that her nipples were clearly visible through the material. "So tell us Doctor Swan, what do you have to say about today's competition?" Betty leaned over in her seat as she asked the question and the camera immediately zoomed in on her cleavage, made all the more enticing by the cock microphone which she held in front of her, as if somehow it was about to fuck her tits. "Well, we all know that pornography is one of the most beautiful things created by society and within that context, the animalistic performances we will witness today will be one of the most erotic things we are likely to see for a long time. These young girls have worked hard to reduce their mothers to mere animals, dogs really, so that they will perform tasks without thinking about it. The mothers have accepted the submissive role by handing over their parental rights to their daughters. This serves to benefit their daughter's physical and mental well-being as the girl trains and give directions to their mothers." Doctor Swan paused. "I think going forward today we should refer to the mothers as dogs, do you agree?" "Oh, yes," replied Tina, absent-mindedly running her thumb and index finger up and down her microphone. "I would want it no other way," Betty agreed. "So do you think women should be shown in a subordinate role?" Tina asked. "Is there any other role for the adult women in today's society?" smiled Doctor Swan. Tina and Betty laughed, "No there isn't," Tina agreed. "All women are whores and animals in some way: you, me, the women watching this program, even the dogs that we will see today," said Doctor Swan, warming to the discussion, "all of us are subordinate." "Yes, I agree. Even professional women like ourselves are whores," Betty added, touching her microphone softly over her left nipple. "Yes, that's right Betty," Doctor Swan agreed enthusiastically. "I pimp my anus out to the girls. I collect money for my anus just like a pimp would." She paused, looking at the two women. "I look at the pair of you and see successful professional women, but I would venture to guess you two have something of importance on your body that you pimp out, either to a little boy or girl." Both women blushed, and Tina shifted in her seat. "Even Mrs. Brenda Johnson, the president of the Anti-Degradation Feminists who are here today probably pimps herself out in some way." Tina added, "To be fair, we did extend an invitation to Mrs. Johnson to join us for this broadcast, but she has not turned up." Betty laughed. "I saw her near the main entry gate. I think the crowd were keeping her pretty occupied!" Not to be deflected, Doctor Swan continued, "Adult women are teachers by nature, they have a large capacity to nurture and express love. That's why society prefers to have women teach youngsters about sex and fantasies. It is why I have my lecture series discussing women and girls in loving relationships such as bondage and BDSM. Today's competition is an extension of pre-teen girls expertly using bondage and BDSM to train their mothers to act and behave like circus animals." "Thank you doctor Swan for your insight into this competition. We can always rely on you to get at the truth behind our complex relationships," Tina purred. "My pleasure." "And on a lighter note," Betty added, "I understand that you have a raffle for one lucky tween girl today?" "Yes I do." Dr Swan said, sitting forward and pushing her tits towards the camera. "The lucky tween who correctly answers this question first," she held up a piece of paper, "will get twenty minutes free with my anus at the Young Girl Club any day this week, or even here today if they chose that." "Wow that sounds exciting!" Tina gushed. "Every girl from the age of five wants to get into your anus, Dr Swan!"She giggled for a moment. "Okay, so what is the question for our younger viewers?" "As young girls know who have had dates with my anus...." "Dates?" interrupted Betty "Young girls who fuck my anus, I call it a date. For me the word `Fuck' is too harsh a word to use for such a beautiful and natural sex act." "Oh, I see." "Young girls who date my anus know that I keep it clean inside and out and also perfumed. My question is, what is the name of the perfume I use to make my anus smell good? Text your answer to Doctor Asshole." "Excellent," Tina smiled "I hope all of you at home got that, and the best of luck." "Where will you be for during the competition, Dr Swan?" Betty asked. "Well, I was one of the lucky few to get a back stage pass. That's where I am headed now. I am anxious to see the dogs, to pet them and give them treats. And if I'm lucky, I'll get to talk to that delicious little reporter from Tween News, Jessica." "Wow, you are lucky! I would love to be down there myself." Dr Swan snorted with laughter. "Do you mean back stage, or between Jessica's ten-year-old thighs?" Betty giggled and blushed. "Well both I suppose." She leaned forward confidentially with the cock microphone close to her mouth. "I have heard that her cunt tastes delicious!" she whispered. For a moment, all three women in the booth were silent, and then Dr Swan seemed to suddenly remember something. "Oh and one other thing," she said quickly, "the Young Girl Club will be having a 75 percent off tonight in honor of the first puppy girl competition. So girls, the club will have all its female employees available for purchase." "Ooohh, I always wanted to go there," Betty said, "but tonight my daughter and I are dancing at the Family Strip Club. You all come down and see us as we have a new dance routine that you don't want to miss." "How about you Tina?" asked Dr Swan. "Can you make it?" "Ahem, well, my son's pathfinder troop has an orgy tonight at the camp grounds and he wants to share me with his friends. Guess what theme is?" Betty and Dr Swan shook their heads. "It's a puppy girl theme," giggled Tina. "The little boys will get to live their fantasy." "Excellent, what a good way to celebrate the new sport!" Doctor Swan before getting up and heading towards the door. ** "Did you see any punishments?" asked Jessica eagerly. She was interviewing Dr Swan in the holding room and in the background, the girls could be seen getting their dogs out of the cages and leashed. "Of course I did. These dogs deserved their punishment and they didn't shrink away from it." They both looked over the girls clipping leashes to the dog collars. "Remember, these dogs are very well trained, and part of that training requires punishment." "Well, people argue that training women to be dogs is harmful to them, even if it is their daughter training them and that training these women to perform and act like animals for the enjoyment of the community entails physical and psychological coercion. Did you see any of that as you checked in with the teams the past two months?" asked the ten year-old. "That's a very impressive question, Jessica" said Dr Swan, smiling. "I didn't see any physical or psychological coercion of these dogs to perform like animals for their daughters. The key word is coercion, about using punishment to make somebody do want they do not want to do. People forget that this competition was about volunteering so that their daughters may have a chance at a future by attending college." "So did you see the girls punishing their mothers for other reasons?" Jessica persisted. "Oh yes. I noticed on several occasions that the girls used punishment to remind mothers of something they did wrong, a kind of reinforcement if you like, to help them learn." Jessica seemed to flush slightly, and the camera zoomed in a little to catch the red in her cheeks. "Can you tell us what sort of punishments were used," she asked slightly breathlessly. "I mean I'm sure our young audience would be fascinated." Dr Swan smiled. "Well, often the girls used rolled up newspaper to punish and humiliate their mothers. If that was not enough, then several blows with a steel ruler on the tender underside of the tits, or strokes of a cane or riding crop across the bare bottom were very effective, whereas if a quick sharp reminder was needed, then a sharp smack on the cunt certainly seemed to concentrate the mothers' minds." "How did the mothers respond to this?" "Well often the pain made them cry, but it was remarkable to see the improvement in their training, and I think today will prove that." "What about afterwards, Dr Swan, when the competition is over? Will everything just return to normal? "Well it will be very interesting to see how many mothers and daughters revert back to the traditional role of the mother parenting the child." Jessica turned towards the camera. "Thank you very much Dr Swan. Well I can see that the girls have taken their dogs out of their cages and it looks like the competition is about to begin, so for the moment we will go back to Tammy in the studio to watch their arrival in the arena." She stood smiling for a few seconds and then gestured to the camera girl to cut. She turned back to Dr Swan and thrust her hand up the startled woman's skirt. "God, I'm so fucking wet!" she said. "I need an anus!" Doctor Swan had a surprised look on her face. "Now?" Jessica had a serious look on her face. "I need to have an asshole like yours wrapped around my strap-on." "The introductions of the teams is about to start." "Okay, okay, how about during the intermission in two hours?" the child replied. "Sure." Julie was watching the team's line-up. "So how much?" "Thirty dollars for ten minutes then," the doctor replied. "What" that's fucking highway robbery." Protested the ten year-old. "How about fifteen dollars for ten minutes." "Twenty-five for ten minutes." "Fuck. Twenty for ten minutes." Julie looked at the child. "Twenty-three dollars for ten minutes." Jessica hesitated then nodded her head. "Deal. Bring your asshole back here in two hours." ** "Okay, girls, it is opening ceremony time. The crowd is getting rowdy. Let's get the competition started." The instruction came from a mature lady who walked down the middle of the holding room with a red clipboard under her arm. Following her were three men and three women, each wearing a badge that said judge and each also carrying a clipboard. They took up positions standing along the wall and watched the teams, every now and again writing something on their clipboard. We were in the heel position and I had my head next to Mistress's right knee, looking straight ahead, trying not to look at the judges. Fuck I was nervous and I noticed that Angie had a nervous tick in her left leg, but her cunt smelled wonderful and I knew that she was as excited as I was. We were formed up in a line: Cricket and Karen were in front, Mistress and me second, FooFu and Zoe third, DinkyPooh and Megan were fourth in line and bringing up the rear was Peaches and Stacey. I think we were all nervous but we stood still and waited. Tommy and the other dogs were in another room and one or two of them started to bark, perhaps sensing our nervousness or the scent of our cunts. They would come out later for their portion of the competition when I would be following Tommy's lead. I loved Tommy but sometimes he pissed me off: he'd come and go all the time and fuck whoever he wanted and that had me jealous but I couldn't let mistress and the girls know that. Fuck, I don't how they'd react if they knew about me and Tommy and I would never dare tell them, but if Bill could have Ida, why couldn't I have Tommy? The first team left the holding area and there was an enormous cheer from the arena. We were going to be to the third team out and we were to walk around the inside of the stadium as we were introduced to crowd. Fuck, the waiting seemed to go on forever and Angie's cunt smell kept drifting over my highly sensitive nose. I really wanted to look up at her cunt and that thought made me wonder if I really wanted to go back to the traditional parenting role. Even though Angie and I had talked about going back to our traditional role of mother and daughter, I was suddenly not that sure I wanted to: it felt comfortable and natural to be on my hands and knees next to my daughter. There was another great cheer and I realised that the second team had gone out to the arena. We shuffled forward and just then Coach Wagner came over and spoke to each girl, wishing them luck. I wondered for a second what she would do now our training was over and then suddenly I could just make out the female announcer saying something about the welcoming the next team, and there was a teen wearing headphones beckoning us forward to the entrance, and........ Here we go.