<!--ADULTSONLY--> Disclaimer update April 2 2015 As of this time I am only posting my stories on ASSTR.org. I don't know of any other story site that allows underage characters. When I first started posting stories on the internet I posted them to Stories on Line (SOL). So some of my older stuff is on the site up to 2011 or 2012 I think, I have a more recent story posted on SOL called ASS but it is also posted on ASSTR. SOL changed their minimum age requirements for characters to 18 so I moved on. So let me grovel here a bit. If you're reading this story on ASSTR please email me your thoughts about the story, good or bad, doesn't matter. I love hearing from readers and I respond to every email. I have some readers that I keep a constant correspondence with. Now to the disclaimer stuff: This story and all the stories I write are a work of fiction and special care was taken while writing the story - no letters were hurt when they were placed on the page. Any characters, places, businesses and/or circumstances etc. described herein are entirely fictional and are a product of my imagination. None of the following is based on real organisms or organizations, and any semblance to anyone or anything real, living, deceased or imaginary, is purely coincidental. There is no place called Cherish Valley in the United States that I am aware of. Every story I write contains sexual situations between adult females and young girls between 5 and 16 years old. These stories should not be read by anyone who is either not old enough to do so or who would be offended if they did. Most if not all of the stories I write contains explicit pornographic material; it is not for minors under the age of 18 or close-minded people. I write stories for my own enjoyment. I write stories in which adult women are degraded, humiliated, and fucked by young girls, although I have changed things up a bit recently with a couple stories that aren't exclusively lesbian in nature. Bottom line is I write stories for my own enjoyment. If this story seems to be better edited that is because I have a wonderful male editor who adds just the right amount of "filth" as he puts it into the story line. If there are any mistakes in the story as far as grammar or punctuation, then it is my error and not his. Thanks "A", you're wonderful and patient with me. I also want to thank several readers with whom I have become "email friends". I bounce story line ideas off of them and they and they come back with wonderful ideas and scenes that take me in different directions. Anyone who is an adult or age of majority, of course, is welcome to continue. Story codes that I write about are: Lesbian, scat, pee, piss, humiliation, consensual sex, child/underage sex, restraints, racial, bigotry, discrimination, anal sex, oral sex, vagina sex, young love, also asphyxiation, hanging, (NO Snuff, well, only one story), erotic hanging, punishments like spankings, whippings and canings, young girl domination with strap-on sex, rape. Not all of these story codes are in every story but a good majority of these codes are. This story is as much my editor "A" as it is mine. I had the story half finished by late spring 2015 when I ran out of ideas so I asked "A" to use his filthy mind and excellent writing abilities to finish it. He did an excellent job writing it and taking some of my ideas and adding to the story line. He also convinced me that the story should have at least one more chapter. I hope you enjoy the story. In addition, this chapter belongs a lot to the imagination of "A". He wrote most of it and did an excellent job at it. I can't thank him enough. I have been terrible busy at work which has sapped my creative juices. I will slowly work through it though. A and I are working on the final chapter which I think might be be 9.3 or maybe the last two chapters to 9.4... wel'll see. Enjoy the story and please let me know what you think of this chapter. Email me with your comments at: msteven1005@yahoo.com I reply to readers who take time to email me. Please, please, please email me your thoughts on the story. The mistresses walked quickly into the arena. I had my lower back perfectly curved and mistress had my leash at the proper length between my shoulders. I had come to realize during our training that having the leash gently resting between my shoulders was a reminder of my status with my daughter. She had the power in our relationship and the leash was the reminder of that. The mistresses waved to the crowd was we walked around front of the arena. I so desperately wanted to turn my head a see the audience. I heard "Intercourse! Intercourse! Intercourse!" from the crowd as we past the other teams. My tongue was properly hanging out as we came around to our standing area. The team from Climax came out as we got into our line. I was in the perfect heel position next to mistress that I had could see the audience in front of me. Everybody was cheering, laughing, and clapping for the teams. I felt special. My cunt was soaking and my nipples were so fucking hard they were hurting. Megan gave the command to "sit". The five of us sat back on our heels and tucked our wrists under our tits. The other teams followed us. I was proud of the training we had endured to get to this point but we still had a long day ahead of us. ** "Oh look," gushed Tina. "Those puppy girls sure are cute in their uniforms!" The camera zoomed in on Tina as she stroked the cock microphone. "The puppies are so obedient just look at the tricks that their mistresses are having them perform. ** Out on the arena floor the teams had their puppy girls performing tricks for the stadium crowd. Each team had five minutes to show-off their skills. Megan and the team had chosen several tricks for their bitches to perform. The first trick Megan snapped her fingers and the bitches quickly lined up nose to ass in a circle. It was one of the first tricks the mothers had learned. "Hhrupp!" Megan said and the puppies crawled in a perfect circle around Megan. Baby Girl had her nose buried under Crickets tail, the tip of her nose touching Crickets brownie. Foofu had her nose touching Baby Girls brownie. The crowd clapped as the puppies several quick laps around Megan. "Hhrupp!" Megan yelled and the puppies quickly broke the circle and lined up in the sitting position. "Speak!" Megan said. Baby Girl and the others starting barking with enthusiasm. The crowd laughed and clapped. Megan walked in front of the puppies as they barked. "Silence!" Angie produced five treats and handed them to Megan. She carefully placed the treat on the bridge of each nose. Baby Girl remember training for this trick. The mistresses would smack them with Miss Riding Crop if they didn't catch the treat quickly enough and if the five of them didn't do it in unison. Angie snapped her fingers and Baby Girl and the other snapped their heads back which allowed them to catch the treat with their mouths. It was done perfectly. The crowd clapped and cheered. Off to the side were the judges. They were marking their tablets. The team from Zip Down got major points when their five puppies all took shit at the same time then to top it off each puppy sniffed the shit of the others. The crowd loved it. Baby Girl and the others looked on in disbelief. How to get five women to crap at the same time? ** "Oh would you look at that Tina?" "Their shit looks like little turds from up here but it is cute that they are sniffing at it," remarked Tina. "I think that it is so cool that these young girls have such an active imagination to come up with the idea of their doggies shitting together," said Betty. "Just goes to show you Betty that women can be trained to do anything." ** Back in the holding area Coach Wagner handed the competition assignments. Angie and Baby Girl had the hunting instincts first. Angie walked Baby Girl over to the hunting instincts area with the other teams. Britney and dog Coco were there also. Coco growled at the other dogs as the waited for the competition judge to take them to the start line area outside. Baby Girl looked at Coco and wondered what her problem was. Two other dogs trying to earn bonus points took to sniffing each other's cunts. Their daughters giggled as their dogs strained at their leashes to sniff each other. I was restless watching the two women strain at their leashes. "Easy Baby Girl, there'll be plenty of time for that later," Angie said as she patted on the head. I rubbed my cheek against Mistresses shiny boot. She looked down at me and smiled. I looked up at her and sniffed her in the direction of her crotch, she was hot. "Okay girls, follow me," a woman said as she walked by them. "Bring your bitches." Angie fell in behind Britney as they followed the woman. Baby Girl kept her perfect walking position next Angie's right knee. As they exited the arena the outside crowd roared and clapped. They followed a path along the parking lot to an empty field. Little boys and girls lined the pathway laughing and pointing at Baby Girl and the others. Baby Girl knew she should be embarrassed and humiliated at these kids seeing her nakedness but she was at her daughter's side and she knew that mistress would take care of her. The teams left the pathway and lined up on the starting line. Off to Baby Girl's left was a group of men and boys who had their cocks out stroking them. The women and girls kept their distance from the group, who knew what kind of nastiness would erupt from the group. The grass was about five feet tall. Baby Girl and the others noticed bird cages with pigeons inside. This was the real deal. The male judge clapped his hands getting everybody's attention. "Okay girls, as stated in the rules your bitch will have two chances at capturing a bird. Five points will be awarded for the bitch who catches the first bird and brings it to you. The second bitch will get four points and so. There are only three birds at a time so your bitches will have to be aggressive in catching a bird. Any questions?" The anxious crowd was lined across behind the girls and their bitches. It was four people deep in some places. ** Tina and Betty were watching the hunting competition via a small drone flying over the grassy field. "The hunting test will evaluate three instincts: nose, search and retrieving. In addition, it will evaluate two other characteristics enthusiasm and temperament of the mother," smiled Tina as the microphone cock waved back and forth. "That's right Tina, additional points will be awarded as the bitch has to show her enthusiasm for her mistress and the event. So even though a bitch may not catch a bird she can still earn a few points and additional points if she shows her enthusiasm for her punishment." "Plus the bitch has to kill the bird as she catches it with her mouth," added Tina. "The teams will have two chances to catch a bird and earn points. It looks like the bitches and their mistresses are ready." ** "Okay Baby Girl, just like we practiced the other week. Catch the bird, shake your head back and forth to break its neck and then come to me. Don't drop the bird until I say so," Mistress said to me. "Arf!" "Step back from your bitch's girls," the judge said. Angie and others took several steps back. The birds were released they tried to fly but their wings were clipped so they kind of jumped up in the air trying to flap their wings then fell to the ground. "When I say "GO" take off and find a bird. Remember speed and accuracy in catching a bird." The judge looked at the bitches. "Ready, set, go!" Baby Girl took off with Coco on her left. She went into the tall grass but couldn't see over it to see any of the birds flapping around. The crowd behind them were cheering them on. `Fuck, slow down," I thought. "Sniff the ground and work the field like we were taught.' Baby Girl picked up a scent and followed it straight back. Over to her left about five feet away Coco was on a scent also. She heard flapping noises up ahead and she hurried. There's a bird Baby Girl said to herself. She took off quickly for the bird trying to judge distance and timing as the bird fell back to the ground. Two feet away and Baby Girl was about to pounce on the bird when she was pushed over to right knocking her off balance. Coco leapt over her and grabbed the bird as it came to the ground. Baby Girl got up and growled and leapt at Coco who dodged her taking off towards the crowd. Baby Girl was pissed as she watched the woman prance her way back to the finish line. ** The overhead drone caught the action for the arena crowd and the announcers. "Whoa, fuck, did you see that?" Tina asked as her cock mic moved back and forth. Betty was looking at a laminated piece of paper that had the names of the girls, dogs and the schools. "That was Coco from Zip Down and Baby Girl from Intercourse fighting over a bird," Betty replied. The Zip Down crowd in the arena stood and cheered. The Intercourse crowd booed them. ** Out on the course, Baby Girl saw her opportunity again with another bird off to her right. She checked to make there wasn't another bitch around. Quickly she went after it. The dogs from Climax and Bikini Bottom were wrestling over the bird. The bird looked dazed as it flopped about on the ground. Baby Girl didn't know who was who but one was on her back and the other was on top of her. Both were growling and barking at each other. The drone was getting the close-up action. Neither of them noticed Baby Girl as she snuck up on the bird, grabbed it with her mouth and took off. As Baby Girl scampered away one of them finally realized that the bird was gone. With one bird remaining both women took off to find it. The bird was squirming in Baby Girl's mouth as she came out of the grass. She stopped and shook her head. There was an audible snap and the bird went limp in her mouth. The crowd cheered and clapped. Baby Girl almost smiled but she trotted over to Angie and moved to the sitting position looking up at her mistress. Angie smiled at Baby Girl and said, "Drop!" Baby Girl opened her mouth and the dead bird dropped to the ground. Baby Girl felt damn lucky to catch this bird as the two bitches were fighting over it. "Good girl!" cooed Angie as she scratched Baby Girl behind her ears. Baby Girl looked over at Coco who had a smug look on her face. She's not gonna do that again thought Baby Girl. She gave Coco a low growl. A couple of minutes later the bitch from Climax came trotting out of the grass with her bird. Behind her was the bitch from Bikini Bottom. The woman had a worried look on her face as she came up to her mistress. ** Tina announced that with plastic birds that mothers and daughters could the play the same hunting game that was played now. A game like this could be played in the backyard. The mother could shake the plastic bird to "break" its neck with her mouth and her daughter could reset the neck by pulling back into place. The plastic birds could be used over and over. Betty added that it would be an excellent idea if clubs were formed where mothers and daughters could play the hunting game. Daughters could toss the plastic birds and their mothers could fetch them. It would be a delightful game. The various girl's Pathfinders troops were working out the details of the game rules with district councils. Oh, to be a scout again lamented Betty. ** After a couple of minutes rest round two started. Baby Girl took off faster this time with her nose to the ground. She could hear the birds up ahead. She looked to her left and right and didn't see any of the others. She saw the bird up ahead and paused. Just out of her left vision she saw that damn Coco making for her bird. Baby Girl steeled her nerve and at the right moment scampered straight for Coco. She knocked woman over as they collided. Baby Girl was now on top of Coco so she bent over and bit her neck. Coco pushed Baby Girl off of her but she pushed her in the direction of the flopping bird. Baby Girl quickly scooped up the bird in her mouth and made her way back to the crowd. Instead of immediately snapping the bird's neck she waited until she was sitting in front of her mistress. Baby Girl looked up at mistress and shook her head back and forth. The bird's neck snapped and it went limp. Angie smiled and the crowd cheered and Baby Girl wagged her tail. The Climax bitch was second in and Coco was third. Coco had fought with the bitch from Bikini Bottom for the bird. Points were tallied and put up on the electronic score board and also sent to every handheld device at the event. I walked proudly to heel as Angie led me around the perimeter of the stadium and back to the team's standing area. News of my win had filtered through to the Intercourse crowd and many had watched it on the large screens and they cheered and clapped as I walked by. In the middle of the arena, the obstacle course competition was in full swing: Zoe and Foofu were waiting at the start line while a pairing from Bikini Bottom worked their way around the obstacles. I crossed my fingers: Foofu had found the training harder to accept than the rest of us, especially at the beginning, and although she had tried really hard, we all knew she was the weakest member of the team. I looked for Megan, wondering how she had got on, but she was heading over to the hunting field with Dinky-Pooh to take their turn with the birds. ** In the holding area the judges watched at the bitch from Bikini Bottom trotted over to her mistress with the riding crop in her mouth, her tail wagging. The judges were tallying points as the bitch dropped the crop in her Mistresses hand. They had lost major points because of that but were able to make back some of the points as she bitch gladly accepted her punishment. "How did Megan get on, Coach?" Angie asked as soon as we got to our area. "She won, Mistress. They made one or two mistakes but Mistress Megan was so good with the whip that their extra speed got them across the line first. After Zoe and Foofu finish, I will walk you around the course and show you those areas that might be problems." Coach Wagner looked at me and then crouched down and smiled, reaching out and stroking the top of my head. "You were wonderful, Baby Girl," she said softly, "I am so proud of you." She stared at me and I wondered for a moment if she was going to kiss me, but then she stood up and turned and looked out over the field. Mistress glanced down at me and raised her eyebrows as if to say, "What's got into her?" and I blushed, feeling unexpectedly aroused. "How's Foofu getting on?" Angie asked. "Not too badly," Stacey said brightly. "I think she's in second or third place and there's only two more obstacles left." Even as she spoke, a chant began to grow across the crowd: "Foofu! Foofu!" Stacey laughed. "I hope that doesn't put her off! Knowing Babs, she'll stop and wave." "Mistress Karen," Coach said, "You're doing the Hunting Instincts next. I think it's time you started to walk down. Good luck Cricket!" As they set off, Cricket turned and smiled. "Arf! Arf!" she said. Angie put Baby Girl in her cage and walked off to see the competition in the arena. Coco was directly across from Baby Girl and both of them growled at each other. ** For Baby Girl and her opponents the next game was the obstacle course. They had to wait as the group that was competing on the obstacle course wasn't finished yet. "So where are we now?" Tina asked. She looked elegantly dishevelled and her cheeks were flushed. She held up the cock microphone which was glistening, pressing it between her tits so that the semi-transparent material of her shirt stretched over her hard nipples. Betty sighed in mock despair. "Tina you're such a fucking slut! Does the PTA know that their fucking president is a cock slut?" "They should, I mean, I fuck them all the time, it's a wonder we get any work done," Tina giggled. "Well, while some of us were getting all excited about the Hunting Instincts, we failed to mention that the Obstacle Course competition was also underway, and we need to bring our viewers up to date." Tina licked the microphone provocatively and then giggled. "Mmmm! Tastes so good, Betty!" "I know it does, sweetie, but we need to keep the viewers informed. The first round has already finished and it looks like it is more success for Intercourse because Mistress Megan and her bitch Dinky Pooh came in ahead of the others. That means that Intercourse get 5 points, Climax came second with 4 points, Bikini Bottom third with two points and Zip Down a surprising last place with only one point. Apparently the reason Intercourse did so well was because of Mistress Megan's skill with the whip." "Here comes the second group in the competition rotation," Tina said leaning forward looking at the monitors. The microphone cock she held in her hands was placed between her tits. "The first group of competitors and their dogs had a hard time with the course. I would like to be back stage right now to see the punishments that their mistresses will be administering," added Betty. "And strategy is very important on this course. The puppy girl will not correctly complete this course without her mistress's direction. I don't think the girls in the first group assessed the course properly," Tina said with a look of concentration as she surveyed the course from the booth. "The teams know that before the start of the obstacle course the mistresses are allowed a short walk-through. During this time she can walk around the course to determine how they can best position themselves and guide their puppy to get the most accurate and rapid path around the obstacles." Betty informed the viewers. "Right and the puppy girl is not allowed to see the course beforehand just her mistress," Tina added. "We should also note that instead of using the cattle prod to move their puppies around the course that for the last two weeks the young ladies have been using a circus ring masters whip to move their puppies around practice courses," Betty said. "It didn't look like the mistress's in the first group were comfortable using the whip, well, all except Megan Johnson of team Intercourse." "That's true, Betty," added Tina. "She was wielding that whip like a professional still her puppy wasn't perfect on the course but she was certainly the best of the four. And the ring masters whip was a recent addition by the rules committee. They wanted to keep in the spirit of the competition by showing that women can be trained like circus animals." She paused and chuckled. "It also means the mistresses can hit from further away. The other thing to mention is that the course has two routes round, an inner one which if quicker but more tricky, and an outer one which is longer but gives the bitches more time. The route the pairings choose will have a key effect on their results. "Each mistress and her pet will get one opportunity to attempt to complete the course successfully," Betty went on. "The puppy begins behind a starting line and, when instructed by her mistress, proceeds around the course. The mistress typically walks around the inside of the course, directing her pet with the three spoken commands, body language and the whip." ** Angie and the other girls walked around the course. Coach Wagner was walking with her pointing out where Megan and Dinky Pooh had problems. The coach had Megan take the faster inside track so that she could work Dinky Pooh with her agility. The other teams opted for the slower outside track where their pets could slow down and speed up which gave the puppy girl time to adjust. Megan came out a little bit ahead of the other teams for having the least amount of penalties. Dinky Pooh's problem was that she had a hard time hitting the 5 inch contact zone on each obstacle and stopping properly on the mats between the obstacles. Angie decided on the outside track where Baby Girl could use her skill and concentration to make-up time. It was the safer bet. Angie and Baby Girl were third to go but ahead of them was Britney and her pet Coco. Baby Girl took small comfort in knowing that she might be able to beat Coco at this. Baby Girl was nervous as she sat in perfect position waiting her turn. Their mistress's were watching the competition a few feet away but the judges were observing the puppies. Baby Girl kept up her panting. Britney and Coco went out into the arena. Baby Girl could hear the cheering. "Okay Baby Girl," Angie said as she leaned over her. "I need you to focus on the whip. The whip is your friend today. I won't sting you to hard but just remember to concentrate on the whip." "Arf!" I replied wagging my tail. Damn right the whip is my friend. I wanted feel the crack of the whip and the cheering of the crowd each time mistress uses the whip on me. Does that make me a bad mother? Or does that make me what I truly am, which is an adult woman who needs to be treated like the animal I am? ** Betty continued her description of the obstacle course. "The first obstacle is the A frame. The bitch must negotiate the slates going up then come across the board and down the other side all the while watching her mistress." The drone camera got a close-up of the dog walk. "This is the dog walk. Three twelve foot planks, nine inches wide, connected at the ends. The center plank is raised to 4 feet above the ground, so that the two end planks form ramps leading up to and down from the center plank. This obstacle also has painted contact zones of five inches at the bottom. As you can see these planks also have narrow, horizontal slats all along their length to assist the dog's grip going up and down." The drone moved to the next obstacle. "Next we have the Teeter-totter or better known as the seesaw. A ten foot plank pivoting on a fulcrum here at the center is much like a child's seesaw on a playground. It is constructed slightly off-balance so that the same end always returns to the ground. This obstacle also has the painted five inch contact zones. However, unlike the other obstacles, the teeter-totter does not have slats for grip. That is because the balance point and the weight of the plank must be such that even lighter dogs can cause the high end of the teeter-totter to descend to the ground." The drone pivoted to the next one. "This is a vintage Crossover. The crossover is a four foot high, three feet by three feet square platform, with ramps similar to those found on a dog walk descending from the center of its four sides." "The bitch must crawl up the correct ramp and then crawl down the ramp indicated by mistress, while also possibly changing direction to do so. You can count on there being at least a five second `sit' time on the platform. The Mistresses dog should have her full concentration on her mistress." The drone camera was maneuvered to the next obstacle. "This is the tunnel. Note the sandbags along the sides here to prevent tunnel movement. This tunnel is a vinyl tube, twenty feet long and about two feet in diameter, through which the bitch runs. The tunnel is constructed of flexible vinyl and wire, such that it can be configured in a straight line, or in a variety of curves. As you can see there are a variety of curves." "The last obstacle we have is the collapsed tunnel or chute. This is a barrel-like cylinder that is twenty feet long with a tube of fabric attached around one end. The fabric extends twelve feet and lies closed until the bitch runs into the open end of the chute and pushes her way out through the fabric tube. This tunnel also can be configured in a variety of curves." "See these red round mats? These will be placed between each obstacle. Be sure to watch as the mistress calls out `SIT'. If the bitch misses the mat she will be punished backstage and the team will lose points. Remember the mistress won't say sit every time between obstacles so to get the most out of the part of the competition watch the mistress give commands to her dog," Betty said. ** "I'm going to interrupt you there," Betty said quickly. "The second group in the rotation have just finished the obstacle course and the latest results are.... Bikini Bottom first, Zip Down second, Intercourse third and Climax last. I must say, it is good to see Bikini Bottom winning after their disastrous start, and you'll be pleased to know Tina that Baby Girl is in the next obstacle course heat." Tina sat forward. "Mmmmmm. I'm all eyes, Betty. Have you noticed how cute her tits look swinging back and forth under her?" ** Bikini Bottom. 11 Climax. 17 Intercourse. 25 Zip Down. 24 ** I watched Foofu walk back to our area, her head hanging low and it was clear she was crying. As she reached us, there was a deafening roar and we all instinctively looked up at the scoreboard. "You see Foofu?" Zoe said softly, stroking her puppy's head, "if you hadn't tried so hard and come third, we wouldn't be in the lead." Stacey, the team captain, were standing next to her as well, petting her and nodding her head, and I couldn't help but be proud of our team. I had seen what had happened to the poor woman from Bikini Bottom, and seen other bitches getting beaten or slapped for their mistakes, but when it came to the competition, we supported each other. I was really impressed at Zoe. When we were training she was sometimes really hard on her mother, but now, when it mattered, she was mature and loving, and I watched Foofu raise her head and wag her tail and smile at her. I looked out over the obstacle course, a confusion of elements, and wondered how on earth Angie could get me round. I could see her out there, talking to Coach Wagner, and I could see Britney too, striding around arrogantly. I looked round and saw Coco sitting waiting for her to return: she glanced over at me and seemed to growl then looked away. Beyond her was the Bikini Bottom bitch; her ass cheeks just a little red but very enthusiastic with her mistress. I could see the judges nodding their heads. When Angie and Coach Wagner returned, they both went over to console Foofu, and then Angie called me to heel. "I've been talking to the coach," she said quietly so that others wouldn't hear. "She advises that instead of taking the inner route through the course, I direct you through the outer. It is a longer route, but I know you are quick and if you are careful, I know you will be able to make good time. Coach has shown me where Megan and Dinky Pooh had problems and so I will be extra careful to give you time when you need it." She paused. "I need you to focus on the whip. The whip is your friend today. I won't sting you too hard but just remember to concentrate on the whip and what it is telling you." "Arf!" I replied wagging my tail. The whip is my friend, I repeated in my head. I will perform for the whip. I will love it and caress it and be the animal it wants me to be. I want to show the competition that the whip and I can become one. She knelt down beside me again, as she had before the Hunting Instinct and scratched my ear, and I could see the same sparkle in her eyes. I looked down slowly and drank in the sight: her pre-teen cunt was wetter now and I could see the swelling of her clit. Gawd I would have to find a way to thank the rules committee for not allowing the mistresses to wear panties under their uniforms. "You're going to be brilliant, Baby Girl," she whispered, not stopping me looking, as if somehow her intimate display was a token of trust and good fortune. When she eventually stood up, her cheeks glowed and she winked and smiled. We turned back to the course, just as the pairing from Climax came over the finish line. "One minute and 48 seconds," announced the timing judge. There was a collective gasp from the other competitors: the time was unheard of; the fastest anyone had done it before was over two minutes. Angie looked at me and recognising my shock, smiled. "Do the best you can," she said, "nobody can ask more." We turned back to the course just as Britney and Coco were about to set off. Knowing that the judges were watching everything, I sat up straight and panted, trying to calm my nerves, and I watched carefully: if I was lucky, Coco might help me without even realising it. ** "It looks like the next pair are about to do the obstacle course." Betty peered at the camera. "It looks like the bitch is Coco from Zip Down, the one Baby Girl knocked over. Tina, perhaps as we follow them around the course, you might like to describe the obstacles they encounter." "Sure thing, Betty," Tina said cheerfully. "As I said a moment ago, the first thing to remember is that there are two ways to get to and get over every obstacle, a short route and a long route: the long route is safer but takes more time whereas the short route is quicker but more risky. If a bitch fails at a particular object, then she has to go back and do it again, thus losing valuable time. Each mistress has to decide which is best for her bitch." "Do the mistresses have to chose one or the other," Betty asked, "or can they chose safe for some obstacles and quick for others. "They can treat each obstacle separately, choosing either safe or risky. It all depends on what is happening in the competition." "What do you think Coco's mistress will chose to do here?" Tina smiled. "It's so hard to tell, Betty. The first pair set such a fast time that Britney might want to risk everything, or she might go for safety to get the runners-up points." There was a sudden roar over the studio speakers. "They've started," Betty cried, "and Coco's heading for the first obstacle!" "The first obstacle is the A frame," Tina said excitedly, "and it looks like Britney has chosen the short way. That will take the bitch more directly to the obstacle, but her route over it is harder: she has negotiate the slippery slates going up then, come across the narrow board and down the very slippery slates the other side, and all of that while watching her mistress. When she gets to the bottom there is a large yellow disc and she has to stop and sit on it for two seconds before moving on: if she is going too fast and misses it, she has to go round and do the obstacle again." "That's uncanny, Tina, that's exactly what she did. She slid down the slates and couldn't stop and overstepped the circle. She is having to run back and do it again!" "That's the danger, Betty. Now she will have lost at least fifteen seconds. And look how pissed her Mistress is: that whip must really sting!" "What's next, Tina?" "Next is the dog walk. This is just three twelve foot planks, nine inches wide, connected at the ends. The center plank is raised to 4 feet above the ground, so that the two end planks form ramps leading up to and down from the center plank. Just like before there are two versions. The safe one has wide planks and horizontal slats on the ups and downs: the speed version is much narrower and has no slats. Also, there is an orange painted contact zone at the bottom of each down slope which the bitches have to touch with both feet - much harder on the speed version." "It's interesting," said Betty. "After the mistake at the first obstacle, Britney has taken Coco on the easy path through this one and she's done it perfectly." "Yes, but she's still pretty pissed," Tina giggled. "Look at the whip marks on the bitch's back. So fucking horny!" "I swear, Tina, you are the most deliciously perverted motherfucker I know. What's the next obstacle?" "The next one's straight forward, the teeter-totter. Nothing unusual about it except you will notice that the centre point of the speedy one is much higher than the safe one; much harder to climb up. And, like the dog walk, it has orange contact places." "Looks like they've opted for the safe route again. Wow, the safe route path must be at least twice as long as the speedy one!" "That's the point, Betty. The longer the path, the safer the obstacle." Tina pointed at the screen. "The next one, the Crossover, is the perfect example. It's simply a 6 foot tower with two paths which crossover at the top. The straightest path rises very steeply and descends very steeply, and at its finish is a small yellow stop disc. The longer path has the same arrangements but the slopes are much gentler and the stop disc much bigger. "Oh God, Tina," Betty cried, "they've done it again! Coco went the speedy way and tripped coming down. She missed the stop disc completely!" "That's going to cost her big time. I reckon she'll lose at least 20 seconds, if not more." She paused, staring at the screen. "Britney is really angry," she said quietly. "I bet that she chooses all the safe routes from now onwards." "Well I would if I was her," Betty said. Now, there are only two obstacles left, and they both seem to be tunnels. Isn't that a bit disappointing?" "Ah!" said Tina. "They are both tunnels, but the first one is a tunnel maze. Once the bitch enters, she cannot tell where she is but her mistress can see her through the opaque covering and has to use voice commands to lead her to the exit. The safe route is long and easy; the speedy route is very short, but very twisty and confusing." Betty laughed. "You were right about Britney choosing the easy routes: she's sent Coco down the easy tunnel. The poor bitch will be glad to get away from her whip!" "The other tunnel is much simpler," Tina continued. "It's simply a collapsed tube of material that the bitches have to push through. The safe one is long but easy to get through; the second is much shorter but very twisty and disorientating." "Well Coco certainly had no problems with the tunnels. She's out already and just collapsed across the line. She looks exhausted." The drone cam hovered low over the puppy's heaving body and Coco's time flashed up on the screen. 2 minutes, 23 seconds. "Look at the lines on Coco's back." Tina's voice was subdued, and as she looked at the screen, she licked her lips. Unconsciously, her hand stroked up and down on the cock mic between her tits. "But that's not fair," Betty cried. "It was Britney's choice to try the quick routes, not Coco's! And look, her time isn't that bad." "May be not, but I think that Coco's punishment is not over yet." She stared at the screen. "Look at the cold anger in Britney's eyes. I think there are quite a few puppies who are going to learn the meaning of punishment before this competition is over." "That's just wrong! They're punishing their dogs for their own mistakes!" "Life's a bitch for bitches," Tina said, shifting in her seat, and then giggled. ** For a few seconds, there was complete silence on the finishing line as we stared at Coco's heaving body. The whip marks on her back were turning a livid red and along the line of them the flesh was beginning to swell. Britney strode back over the line and the look in her eyes frightened me. She walked over to Coco's prone body and kicked her hard in the ribs. "Get up you useless bitch cunt!" she spat and Coco got unsteadily into a sitting position. Coco whined like a dog. Britney attached her leash and pulled viciously on it, setting off towards the Zip Down standing area. "If you let the team down like that again, I'm gonna kick the living shit out of you!" she said and yanked the lead again. I felt Mistress's hand on my head, stroking me gently. "Concentrate, Baby Girl. Do it to show that our team don't need to behave like that because we all try as hard as we can for each other." She held her hand to my mouth and I licked it gratefully. "Now remember, we are doing the easy course, so go like the wind, and obey the whip." Mistress held the whip out for me and I kissed it, then licked it. "Is your bitch ready?" asked one of the judges, and Angie nodded and walked into the beginnings of the course. "On your marks!" I crouched down, watching where Angie was standing and rehearsing my first moves in my head. "Set!" I tensed my legs, ready to spring. "Go!" I set off like the wind, hearing at once mistress's calm reassuring voice and feeling the gentle guidance of the whip. The course seemed to turn into a blur. The whip kissed my right ass cheek then another flick of the whip caressed my neck. The whip felt divine as Mistress flicked the whip again as it wrapped around my waist as I waited on the mat. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mistress stepped forward and crack the whip, I felt the sting on my lower back and off I went. I almost lost my concentration as I remembered the nights when mistress slowly fucked my cunt with the handle of the whip and I licked off my juices. Or the practices where I would be on my hands and knees not moving as mistress cracked the whip around my waist or standing in our backyard as mistress practice whipping my belly and tits and little eight year-old Helen marveled at my discipline as the whip stung me. Back on the course, the A-Frame was simple and I spotted the stop disc exactly, and the Dog Walker offered no real challenge, making sure that I touched the contact zone at the bottom. I seemed to reach the teeter-totter and the crossover in next to no time and encountered no problems, and realised suddenly that I was already heading for the tunnel maze. This was the obstacle I had been dreading more than any: I had never had a good sense of direction, and imagined myself getting lost in a labyrinth of tunnels as the seconds ticked by, but Angie's soothing voice led me within seconds back into the daylight. I dived through the final tunnel and sprinted for the line, my knee/paws thumping into the turf until I burst across the line and fell forward onto the ground. It was only when Angie reached me and helped me sit up that I became aware of the noise from the crowd and realised it was directed at me. I asked Mistress what my time was and she laughed and pointed up at the scoreboard. "Baby Girl, Intercourse: 1 minute 52 seconds. A new record for the long course." I felt a sudden surge of excitement and an urge to throw my paws around Angie's neck, but I knew that would be frowned up by the judges. However, I also knew that they couldn't complain if I acted like a real dog, so I put my paws on her shoulders and stated licking her face. She giggled but didn't stop me and there were brief moments when I felt her tongue touch mine. "Sit, Baby Girl," she said at last and I obeyed at once. She attached my leash and called me to heal, leading me around the edge of the arena so that the crowd could see me and applaud me. Despite my efforts, I found the energy to walk tall. Mistress looked down at me. "You'll get an extra fifteen minutes with my anus tonight Baby Girl." I wagged my tail. ** "I don't know about you Tina, but I think that girl from Intercourse is turning into the star of the show." "Baby Girl, you mean. I think you are right there, darling. She's certainly the star of my panties - they're saturated!" "I was meaning because of her wins and record breaking performance," Betty said with mock annoyance. "And her titties," giggled Tina. "Don't tell me they haven't made you wet? Those big juicy soft titties swinging back and forth as she scampers around the arena." Betty blushed slightly and giggled as well. "Well maybe a little moist, but before we get carried away, there is one last team in this group." She looked at a piece of paper. "Mistress Tamsin and her bitch, Poppy. If you remember, she is the one who did so badly in the Hunting Instinct and got her nipple bitten." Tina sat up, suddenly interested. "Oh yes, I remember the blood." They both looked up at screen. Poppy was sitting on the line. The dirty plaster still covered her nipple and her knee was still bandages, but in addition there looked to be a series of red stripes across her back. Her mistress stood some way away from her, and when the staring judge appeared she walked off into the course without a word or a backward glance. "She looks like she's been beaten," Betty said quietly. "I can't see her being able to challenge any of the other bitches, especially with her knee injury." Tina shrugged. "To be honest, I can't understand why they didn't withdraw her. I mean Bikini Bottom are so far behind now that they don't stand a chance of catching up with the leaders. And look at her mistress: she looks as if she just doesn't care." "Get ready!" shouted the judge, but Poppy seemed not to move. "Set!" Poppy's legs tensed and she winced in pain. "Go!" Poppy set off at once, two small drone cams following her, but her injured knee clearly hampered her movement and her speed was slow. As she reached the A-Frame Tamsin shouted something at her and she struggled up the plank, grimacing with pain. "Poor bitch is really struggling," Betty said, "I'm not surprised she's being taken around the easy route. Well at least she's got over the first obstacle." Suddenly there was a loud crack and then a cry. "Fuck!" Tina exclaimed. "That was the whip!" "But why?" Betty questioned. "How can whipping like that help to guide her around the obstacles? Tina stared up at the screen. "That's not guidance." She licked her lips and shifted in her seat. "That's punishment." Poppy picked herself up from the grass and moved slowly forward to the Dog Walk and climbed painfully up the ramp. As she reached the top, there was a second loud crack and another loud cry, and she collapsed forward onto the wide plank. A drone cam zeroed in on her back and picked out five red lines, the last of which ended in a bubble of blood. The pattern continued across each of the obstacles: the savage crack of the whip and then Poppy hobbling painfully on to the next until she climbed slowly down from the Crossover and headed towards the tunnels. "I don't get it," Betty said. "The bitch has gone into the tunnel maze and her mistress is just standing there while Poppy crawls about inside and tries to find her way out. What is going on? "More punishment," Tina said. "It must be painful crawling about in there, her injured knee, the marks on her back." Eventually Poppy emerged and headed for the final obstacle. When she finally crossed the line, she sank onto the grass exhausted, her body wracked by sobs, but when she looked up, Tamsin was nowhere to be seen. Tina watched the monitor for a moment and then turned smiling to the camera. "Well ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, what a thrilling and entertaining morning we have and so far. Don't you agree, Betty? "Absolutely Tina. I find I difficult to pick out a favourite, but I think for me it has to be the Hunting Instinct event. That was so exciting!" "I have to agree with you there, Betty," Tina giggled, holding up her microphone, "I found the excitement quite penetrating." "But now we have to look at what is happening next. Coming up now is the lunch interval where the spectators get a chance to find something to eat and our competitors can catch their breath, but don't you dare turn off your screens because we have lots to keep you entertained. Tween News have coverage of the dog grooming in preparation for the Best in Breed competition, including a roving report from the lovely Jessica, and Jessica also has a second interview with the ever popular Dr Swan. Nor must we forget the judges in the scorer's enclosure. As we speak they are putting together the scores from the latest rotations and then checking to make sure there have been no errors, and they will post them on the main scoreboard in time for this afternoon's events." "And that's just lunch," added Tina, cutting in with polished expertise. "When lunch is over, we have the judging for the Best in Breed and I am thrilled to say that Betty and I have been asked to help with that." She smiled suggestively. "I'm sure both of us will do an in-depth study to make sure that we get the deserved winner, but we would gladly welcome your views as well" Ignoring her, Betty continued "After that, there is the herding competition which we will all find very exciting, and then finally, the mystery event. Before that, we are off to get some lunch and we will meet you back in just an hour." The lights in the studio dimmed slightly and the large monitors flickered and went black. Slowly, one by one, the small red lights on the automatic cameras went out until the only electronics working was on the console in front of Tina. "Coming to get some lunch?" Betty asked, checking her make up in the studio mirror. "I've been told we might run into Jessica from Tween News. Now there's a sweet little cunt I wouldn't mind judging!" Tina laughed. "From what I've heard, it's your cunt that's likely to be judged if you run into Jessica. She's supposed to be pretty handy with a strap-on. No I brought sandwiches. I'm just going to check the running order for after lunch. You can bring me back some coffee if you like, that is if young Jessica hasn't got her strap-on half way up your bum!" "Ok!" Betty said laughing. "See you later." After the door had closed, Tina waited a moment and then picked up the internal phone. "Hello, VT? Could you run the Hunting Instincts video on my monitor? I need to check it for the highlights programme tonight. Thank you." Almost at once, the picture appeared on her screen. She smiled and hitched up her skirt, placing her feet wide apart on the edge of her desk, pulling aside her sodden panties as she reached for her microphone. Tina wondered if she could get the PTA to purchase the home hunting instincts game as she massaged her cunt with the cock mic. ** The arena was a sea of movement. Spectators made their leisurely way in all directions towards the variety of food stalls that surrounded the stadium, and out in the middle of the field, attendants worked busily removing the obstacle course in preparation for the remaining events after lunch. In the backstage area, things were also very busy. Mistresses and trainers were arranging food for the puppy girls who were waiting in their cages, some standing and panting eagerly, some relieving themselves in the corners, and others just sitting and recovering from their exertions. And all around them, judges watched and made notes on tablets. The only exception was at the far end of the hall in the Bikini Bottom zone where the mistresses and their bitches were standing in a large circle: in the centre lay Poppy. Tamsin seemed to be saying something to the others and then pointing down at the unfortunate bitch, but in the hubbub of activity her words didn't carry. After a few moments, she seemed to ask an animated question and slowly the other mistresses held up a hand above their heads. Tamsin walked across to their equipment pile and returned with a canvas bag from which she extracted five canes and handed them out to the others. She issued an order and immediately all the puppy dogs returned to their cages except Poppy who hauled herself up into a sitting position. One by one the mistresses fanned out behind her and then one by one lashed her three times with the cane. As the bitch's cries grew louder, the noise reached further into the backstage hall until eventually all activity had stopped and all eyes looked over at the beating, waiting for the fall of each stroke, the sharp sting of cane on flesh. Finally it finished and Poppy was ordered to her cage, and she crept slowly across the floor like a whimpering dog and inside. As her door clanged shut, the two observing judges glanced at each other and tapped something out on their tablets, and the hovering drone cam moved silently away to find something new to film. In the darkened studio, Tina lay back in her chair, panting heavily, and sucked her wet fingers into her mouth, one by one. After a moment to catch her breath, she turned off the live feed and resumed the VT she had been watching before. "I love my job," she said quietly and smiled, sliding her hand back down between her thighs. She wondered if she could get the six year-olds in the Buttercup Pathfinders to play catch with her. She rubbed herself harder as she imagined herself on her hands and knees with a plastic bird in her mouth before a six year-old in her Buttercup uniform waiting for the little girl to give her the command to drop the bird. Fuck, it was good to be woman. ** I sat upright, my back straight, my ears up, and pretended that I wasn't aware of the judge standing behind my cage. I looked around at the others and saw them doing the same, but although we panted and looked excited, underneath the mood was somber: we had all watched Poppy being thrashed and the image was still sharp in my mind. Glancing quickly across now, I could see her slumped on the floor of her cage and I wondered what pain she must be feeling, what thoughts must be going through her head. Suddenly I smelled a familiar smell and looked up to see Mistress smiling down at me. "It's time to get you ready for the "Best of Breed" judging. They will be very fussy so we have to make sure that you are properly cleaned and properly groomed." There was faintest hint of laughter in her voice. "Because we only have forty minutes, there is not time for me to do all of that on my own, so I have enlisted some help." I heard a giggle behind me but I knew that I had to keep my attention focused on Angie. She waved her hand and then smiled at me. "You remember Julie and Kayla, don't you?" and as she spoke the two pre-teens walked round into view. My two favorite pre-teen girls who love to have me hump their leg as they laugh and make fun of me. Gawd I love them. "Hello, Mrs Wo.., Baby Girl," said Kayla squatting down in front of me in crotch-hugging shorts, "we've come to help get you all clean and shiny, and you have to do everything we say." She stood up in front of me and I could smell her essence. Julie stroked my ear and added, "Don't worry, we will do a very thorough job", and all three girls giggled. "I have to go and help Stacey with Peaches," Angie said, stepping away. "I suggest that you clean her underneath first and then stand her up and clean her back. You will have to remove her tail because the judges will be checking her anus." She stopped and glared at them for a moment. "And remember her anus belongs to me! I'll be back in about 15 minutes." She began to walk away and then stopped and turned. "And no orgasms! Baby Girl will need her energy and concentration this afternoon." I sat in my cage, watching Angie walk away and listening to Julie and Kayla giggling and not for the first time today realised how much I had changed: my daughter and her preteen friends were talking about me like I was an animal to be played with, and my slit was saturated. And it wasn't only that: there was something about the way that Julie and Kayla dominated me that really aroused me. Julie squatted down and opened my cage door. Unlike Kayla, she wore a skirt and characteristically, no panties. I stared up between her open thighs and she smiled. "We have to get you cleaned up now, Baby Girl," she said softly, "but if you're a good little bitch, I'll let you make love to it with your tongue when we've finished." "Excuse me," a voice said suddenly, "I'm Jessica from Tween News." She looked over at me. "Is this the famous Baby Girl?" "Yes," said Julie, although the question was directed at no one in particular, and she stood up and took hold of my leash and led me out of the cage. Jessica stood in front of me and bent over slightly patting my head. "Aren't you a clever little doggy-woggy?" she said in a childish voice and then stood up. I smelt a waft of fresh young cunt and wanted to push my nose forward under her short skirt, but I knew the judges would be watching me. She straightened up and looked back at Julie. "So are you her Mistress?" Julie laughed and shook her head. "No, Mistress Angie is over there," she said, pointing. "I'm Julie. Kayla and me are just here to help get Baby Girl ready for the Best of Breed competition." She looked at Kayla and giggled. "You might say we are friends of the family." "Can you tell our viewers what exactly you have to do to get her ready?" Jessica asked, holding her microphone towards Kayla. I let my tongue loll out and panted so that I could breath in more of her essence: not for the first time did I bless those special pills they gave us. "Well we have to make sure her hair and her tail are properly groomed, and that she is properly cleaned for the judges' inspection." "The judges are very thorough," Julie added, suggestively. "They check..." she paused for effect..."everywhere." I smelt a sudden increase in Jessica's fragrance. "D'you think we might..," she said with unusual hesitation. "D'you think it would be OK if we watched you?" She cleared her throat and her professional voice returned. "I think our tween viewers would be very keen to see how these adult animals are prepared." "Be our guest," Julie said and added in that same suggestive tone, "you can even help if you like." It took a few seconds for the implications of what she said to sink in, that not only would Jessica be feeling me up, but whatever Jessica did, her camera was always there filming for her thousands of tween viewers. My heart started to race, partly out of embarrassment and partly from a growing excitement, and I had to concentrate on holding my position. Jessica pressed her earpiece into her ear. "Tammy!" Her voice was urgent, demanding. "How long before the Swan interview?...... Yes I know we'd planned crowd interviews, but this could be hot! How long?...... Ok, ten minutes." She held up her microphone and smiled her trademark smile into the camera. "Looks like Tween News has got yet another exclusive for you, girls. We've been allowed to look in on how a stupid bitch is prepared for the Best of Breed competition. Whatever you do, don't' miss the next ten minutes." She span round and looked at Julie. "So how do you begin?" "Well the first thing we have to do is clean her underneath. Her tits and belly will be dirty after the morning events, and the judges will expect her to be clean." Julie looked down at me and I recognised the look in her eyes: I had seen it several times before when she had teased me and taken advantage of my obedience training. "Roll over, Baby Girl," she said firmly, "roll over." Under the eyes of the judges, I obeyed immediately, sinking down and rolling onto my back and it was only when I was there that I realised my dilemma: my legs were closed, partly out of modesty, but more to hide my leaking cunt, and yet I knew no real dog would lie like that, but would rather let its legs fallen open. I felt my face reddening and after a second's delay, I let my legs fall open. I heard several gasps around me and Jessica saying urgently to her camera girl, "Get in as close as you can. This is gold dust!" Beyond them, there was the soft hum of a drone cam. "The first thing we do is to clean off her tits," Kayla said with authority. "If you look carefully you can see where they have rubbed in the dirt, especially her nipples." Jessica and her camera girl moved closer, and I could hear the drone getting nearer. "The best way I find to clean off the superficial dirt is with a damp sponge, wiping it in a circular motion over the whole area of her tit." I felt the roughness of the sponge scraping over the skin of my left breast and moaned softly. "Sometimes persistent dirt gets caught, especially in the skin of the nipples, and I've found that the only way of shifting it successfully is with my mouth." She leaned forward and took my left nipple between her lips, sucking on it and rubbing her tongue against it tip. Unable to help myself, I moaned again louder and beside me I heard one of the girls giggle. "Why don't you try cleaning the other one," Julie said and almost at once I felt the pre-teen heart-throb Jessica's mouth envelop my other nipple and begin sucking. At first I felt her lips grip me but then her teeth, biting down hard into the flesh. I gasped at the pleasure and the pain, and felt my back arch instinctively, while between my legs there seemed to be a waterfall. I bit into my tongue, trying not to make a noise and just hoped that the judges were not watching me. "Next," said Julie, tapping Jessica on the shoulder, "we have to clean down from the tits to the cunt." She smiled seductively. "I will demonstrate if you like and then you can have a try yourself." "Cool," said Jessica, her voice cracking slightly, "I'm sure our young viewers would be really interested to see that." "We've found that the best way to do this part is from the top downwards," Julie said. She looked down at me and winked and I knew at once that she had something else planned. "The trouble is, sometimes these adult animals get a little frisky, especially when we are cleaning their cunts, so we use this position to help keep them under control." As she finished speaking, she span round so that she was facing down my body, a knee either side of my head. I looked up and in the half light under her short skirt I saw her slit glistening. "In this position we effectively clean the puppy and at the same time use our bodies to control her if she gets too frisky." To demonstrate what she meant she lowered her hips bringing her wet crotch closer to my face and flooding my senses with her essence. "Start with the sponge just under the tits," Julie continued, rubbing me with the sponge, "and then clean carefully down to the cunt. Once you get there, do not discard the sponge immediately." She seemed to lean further forward and I felt her clit brunch against my mouth. "First you need to check around the area for excessive dampness and as you can see, in Baby Girl's case, she is soaking wet." I heard her and the other girls giggle and the humiliation of being exposed so wantonly made me even more excited. Slowly, and with my head covered by the short skirt, I opened my mouth and licked Julie's swollen clit. "It is important to clean up this area with the sponge before we get to the cunt itself." Her voice betrayed nothing as she rubbed me with the sponge, and I licked faster, feeling her push against me. Suddenly she sat up and her hips lifted away from my mouth. "Now comes the cleaning of the cunt itself and this is very important because the judges will be checking it very carefully." Slowly she stood up and stepped away from me and the first thing I saw was a monitor that relayed the picture that was on the large stadium screen: it was a close up of a cunt; my cunt. I felt the blood rushing to my cheeks and a pulse of adrenalin in my stomach, but even in my extreme embarrassment, my body betrayed me: even as I watched the monitor, I could see the opaque cream leaking from my slit. The reason Julie had got up soon became clear. "Jessica," she said in that same sultry tone, "maybe you might like to take over for this part." There was a moment's pause. "Hey yeah. Cool! Totally!" Almost at once she stepped over me and knelt down and got into the same position that Julie had been in. Once again scent surrounded me, slightly sharper, younger than Julie's but just as copious. I looked up and saw a thong stretching across her crotch, the material, darkened with wet, creased deeply between the lips of her slit. "Now the best way initially to examine a bitch's cunt is with your fingers, so Jessica you had better let me hold your microphone." She did so immediately without even questioning the instruction and then leaned further forward, pressing her soaking thong against my nose. "You have to get your fingers into all those folds," Julie continued, "checking for any bits of dirt, or grass or even dried cum that might be stuck there." She giggled into the microphone. "I know she's very wet, but just check anyway." I felt the ten year-olds fingers begin to explore around the edges of my slit and in the creases of my labia and once more I couldn't help but moan. I heard a strange sticky clicking sound from the speakers and glanced down to see that Julie was holding the microphone close to Jessica's fingers and realised to my shame that the noise was my wetness. I moaned again, louder. "Now actually check inside the bitch's fuck hole," Julie instructed and I could hear giggling around me. Immediately I felt two fingers sink into me and wiggle, twisting and turning. At the same time, I felt the thong rub hard against my nose. "It surprising how many times dirt inside the cunt can be missed and it's something the judges will be looking for." I felt my back arching again and moaned loudly, no longer caring about noise or judges, but just about those twisting fingers and the saturated thong. The squelching sound from the speaker seemed to grow even louder. "Okay, that's clean enough," said Julie firmly, and suddenly the fingers withdrew. "While the bitch is on her back that leaves only the clit." As if to emphasise it, I felt her fingers run lightly across it. "Some clits are really difficult to get clean, maybe because they are very small, or the sheath is quite tight, so we find that the only full proof method is to use the mouth." Beneath the pressing thong, I groaned. "That is more skillful than you might think because it is essential that a bitch in competition does not cum and weaken her responses. Therefore, you have to be very sensitive to her arousal state as you lick and suck." Julie paused. "Do you think you can handle that Jessica or would you like me to take over this last part.?" For a moment, she stopped moving on my face and then laughed. "Hell, no! I'm sure our viewers will tell you that I've had my mouth round a good few clits and I'm totally cool with it." At once I felt her mouth envelop me and start sucking while her tongue pushed and rubbed on the nub. She was as good as her word: time and again she took me to the edge and brought me back quivering with lust until one last time when I thought she was going to go too far and then just stopped, leaving moaning loudly, desperate for release. At the same moment, I felt her cunt lift away from me and she stood up to what sounded like a round of applause. I looked around, panting, shaking, spread wide open, to see at least two hundred people gathered in front of us. "Mmm, delicious!" Jessica said: she was using a finger to clean my cream from her cheeks and then sucking it into her mouth. Having retrieved her microphone, she asked, "What happens next?" "Now we have to clean her back," said Kayla, assuming responsibility. "That involves sponging down her back and cleaning the backs of her thighs if any cream has run down from her cunt, but mostly we focus on the asshole." She looked down at me and smiled. "Stand, Baby Girl," and at once I sprang up into a standing position. "Yes and I believe there are special rules governing that?" interrupted Jessica. "That's right," Kayla continued smoothly, rubbing a damp sponge down my back. "Baby Girl's asshole belongs to her Mistress, Angie, and she has made it clear that no one but she can clean inside it. We can clean around the rim, but we are not allowed any deeper than that. Luckily because she is wearing her tail that is not really a problem now: all we have to clean around it with damp tissue, and then spread lubricant around the very edge to prevent chafing." "Don't the bitches find it painful to have a tail stuck for so long in their poop shoot?" Jessica asked, and there was a ripple of laughter among the watchers. Kayla laughed. "Surprisingly not. Apparently it was uncomfortable to start with but as the training went on, the puppies grew to like it." I felt cold tissue being rubbed around my anus and gasped. "In fact they seem to find it rather pleasurable." The cold tissue was replaced by soft fingers rubbing lube into creased skin of the sphincter. "Supposed to feel like being fucked with a strap-on." Jessica laughed. "I'm talking to Dr Swan again in a minute. I'll have to ask her about that!" I felt a sharp slap on my buttock. "There we are Baby Girl, all clean and shiny!" ** End of Puppy Girl Competition 9.2