Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 <!--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.

   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.

   As a personal note, it was a love/hate relationship writing puppy girl.
I loved it when a chapter was finished and

   I hated it when I started a new one.  The idea for puppy girl came to me
years ago when I was watching a

   cheerleading competition on TV and my mind wondered as I thought about
these teen girls making their mothers do the

   routines.

   My editor "A" has been a very big help in finishing the stories.  PG9 is
mostly if not all his.  I just ran out of

   energy at the end and A picked up the story line and pushed it over the
finish line.  Throughout every chapter "A"

   encourged me, gave me ideas, corrected grammar and spelling, and
generally kept me on track.  I love you A for doing

   that and if I could I would happily suck your big, fat, long cock in the
town square to show my appreciation.

   Lastly, I'd like to thank one of my readers for formatting this final
chapter, you know who you are.  I would have

   you stand next to A with me kneeling behind you, you bend over and I
would suckle and kiss your you brownie.  Thanks

   for your help.

   Now, onto the final chapter!

   **

   Puppy Girl Competition 9.3 (The End)

   **

   Bikini Bottom.  50 Climax.  62 Intercourse.  64 Zip Down.  67

   **

   "Hi everybody!" Tina declared cheerfully.  She was no longer in the
studio but in the centre of the arena with

   Betty, and in front of her were a number of monitors and cameras. 
"Welcome back to the second half of this amazing

   competition." She pointed up at the score board.  "As you can see, over
lunch the judges have worked out the scores

   from the earlier rotation rounds and things could hardly be closer.  Zip
Down have a three point lead over

   Intercourse with Climax only two points behind them.  Even Bikini Bottom
have an outside chance so this afternoon

   the teams have everything to play for.  We have only three more events
left, the Best of Breed, the Herding and

   finally the mystery event which might well end up deciding the winner."

   The camera switched to Betty who spread out her arms.  "You're maybe
wondering why we are standing in the middle of

   the arena, rather than in our studio booth.  Well we are here to help
out with the judging for the best of breed

   competition.  Sadly we are not allowed to take part in the "hands on"
judging, but we are here to represent you, the

   crowds in the stadium and the vast audience out there in TV land."

   A cheer arose from round the arena, mixed with flag waving and applause.

   "Yes," Tina continued, "votes have been pouring in for the best of breed
competition and somewhere deep under the

   stadium, we have had our little pixies counting away like mad things."
She paused for another outbreak of applause.

   "And I should remind you that your vote," she pointed her arm round in a
small arc, "your vote counts for 50% of

   the mark, so it will be you who has the key say in which dog in each
breed is the most presentable."

   There was another loud cheer before the camera moved back to Betty. 
"And talking of being presentable," she turned

   towards Tina, "it is not often we see you out from behind your
presenter's desk, Tina, and I must say you are

   looking ravishing." Tina smiled back at her and struck a model's pose.
"Would I be right in thinking that is

   designer?  And that skirt, it is so short!"

   "It's something I had Mr.  Denim run up for me." She preened herself
slightly.  "And the skirt is a completely new

   design: he calls it Level 3." She stopped, eyebrows raised, and giggled
softly.

   "And why does he call it that?" Betty said innocently.

   "Because the hem of the skirt is 3 inches below 'C' level!" Tina cried,
unable to contain her laughter.

   "I'm sorry?  I don't understand.  What's the sea got to do it?"

   Tina groaned in frustration.  "Not that kind of sea, silly!  'C'!  It
means the hem of the skirt is three inches below

   my cu........."

   "Tina!" Betty cried, suddenly animated.  "It looks like the teams are
coming out to begin this afternoon's events."

   **

   "Welcome back, Dr Swan," said Jessica, her professional tone back in
place.  "I'm afraid we only have a short time

   before things start.  What do you make of the competition so far: does
it live up to your expectations?"

   Dr Swan sat forward excitedly.  "Oh Jessica, it exceeds them on just
about all levels!  The submission and

   humiliation of the mothers for and by their daughters is just the sort
of example that I have long argued we need

   to show our young female population.  Plus the organisers have been so
clever to ensure that these animals have no

   option but to allow themselves to be humiliated at almost every turn so
that they have not a shred of self-respect

   remaining.  This is precisely the status that women should have in our
society and that many of us have worked so

   hard to achieve!"

   Jessica made as if to ask another question, but Dr Swan was carried away
by her enthusiasm.  "And as a spectacle, it

   just so pussy drenchingly arousing.  It is not just the entertainment
value these young girls and their animals

   provide, but also watching the extraordinary degradation taking place
which we have dreamed of for so long.  For

   example, watching that bitch, Baby Girl, willingly submit to the
humiliation of being prepared for the judges in

   front of the crowd and the cameras, a mother who six months would have
recoiled in horror, well, I thought that was

   simply orgasmic!"

   "Just one last question, Dr Swan," the ten year-old said quickly.  "We
talked earlier about the punishment used on

   the puppy girls.  Do you think it has gone too far?" She looked down at
her notes.  "I am thinking of that German

   shepherd bitch from the Bikini Bottom team, Poppy.  I would have thought
that after eight weeks of training that her

   simple female brain would have accepted her training."

   "Good lord no.  I think what we are seeing here is the true nature of
female submission.  Poppy failed to please her

   mistress and so she was punished for it: it is as simple as that!  All
female adults who willing degrade ourselves

   completely realise that we have to take the rough with smooth, and I can
tell you, there have been times when my

   anus has been treated very roughly when I have failed to live up to the
expectations of my little client."

   Jessica held her finger against her earpiece.  "I'm afraid I'll have to
stop you there, Dr Swan.  Once again thank

   you for your adult female expertise." She smiled suggestively and said,
"Please don't hurry away," before turning

   back to the camera.  "Now it's time to switch over to the action out in
the arena and see which team is going to

   come out the winner.  I hope to see you again at the finish when I will
be trying to interview the mistresses, so

   until then, stay cool and enjoy the show."

   She continued to look into the camera until the small red light went out
and then slumped back in her chair.  After

   a moment, she turned to speak but saw there was no need: Dr Swan was
already bent over the table, her hands pulling

   her ass open and her anus flexing invitingly.

   "Gawd, Dr.  Swan, you're such an asshole!" smiled the ten year-old.

   **

   Coach Wagner looked at the door to Box 104 and then down at the small
piece of paper that she clutched tightly

   between her thumb and finger.

   "Meet me after lunch.  Box 104.  J.  xxx"

   This was a part of the stadium she had never been to before containing
the sumptuous boxes that only the most

   wealthy or influential could afford and offering the best views of the
arena.  She hesitated for a moment and

   checked her appearance.  She had been aroused ever since her interview
with Jessica earlier on, and since getting

   the note, her clit had been throbbing with anticipation.  She took a
deep breath and knocked on the door.  A voice

   from inside said, "Come in," and she swallowed, turned the handle and
walked in.

   The room was elegantly furnished with easy chairs that could swivel,
allowing the occupant to look out over the

   arena through a large floor-to-ceiling window, or turn inwards to view
the action on a huge screen on the back

   wall.  In the middle of the room was a large table and in front of it, a
couch on which sat two pre-teen girls.  Both

   were naked.

   "Hello Coach," Julie said and seeing the surprise on her face continued,
"I hope you are not to disappointed to see

   us.  I know you were expecting to see Jessica, but Kayla and me thought
you might not come if you knew it was us so

   we played a little trick on you."

   "I....," the Coach stuttered, "I thought..."

   "Yes we know," Kayla said, "but if you come in, we promise that you
won't be disappointed.  You see we invited you

   here for a very special reason.  You could say that we are sort of
present."

   Coach Wagner cleared her throat, trying to regain her composure.  "What
do you mean?" she asked.

   "Well you see," Julie continued, "the mistresses wanted to give you a
present to say thank you for all the hard

   work you have done in helping to train the puppy girls, and after giving
it a great deal of thought, they decided

   to give you...  us." She stopped and both girls giggled.

   "I...I don't understand."

   "Oh it's quite easy really," Kayla said.  "The mistresses have been
impressed by how professional you have been

   throughout the training, but they began to realise that you were hiding
something.  It was the bitches that spotted

   it first.  With their new sense of smell, they noticed that whenever you
were near the girls, they could smell your,

   shall we say, excitement."

   "Lust would be a better word," interrupted Julie.  "They realised that
you were holding back a secret longing for

   their pretty little cunts.  The trouble is, they are all busy with the
competition and so they asked us if we would

   take their places." She paused and licked her lips.  "And here we are,
the answer to your secret dreams, two little

   cunts for you to play with."

   The coaches eyes grew wider and she swallowed hard.  As if on a signal,
both girls spread their legs open wide.

   "We're very excited, Coach," Kayla said seductively.  "We have always
wanted to do the most dirty things with you

   and we have been looking forward to this for ages." She stretched her
arm across and slowly slid her finger into

   Julie's cunt.  "Julie is really juicy and her little hole is so tight,"
she said and then pulled out her finger and

   licked it provocatively.

   Julie copied her, reaching across and pushing her finger into Kayla's
slit, moving it from side to side.  "Kayla is

   dripping.  Can you hear how squidgy she is?  Imagine pushing your tongue
into her little fuck hole."

   Coach Wagner opened her mouth to speak, but found herself beyond words
and simply stared, all thought of Jessica

   forgotten.

   Once more, with practiced coordination, both girls slid forward on the
couch and raised their spread legs higher.

   "Or is it our little brown holes you want?" Julie said softly, running
her finger around her anus.  "They are very

   tight, but with all the juice running from our cunts, I'm sure you will
be able to stick your nasty tongue into

   them"

   Kayla dipped her finger into her moist slit and then inserted them
slowly into her anus.  "I like the feel of

   fingers in my anus, but I would like it even better if you stuck your
tongue up there."

   Coach Wagner moaned and felt wetness oozing between her thighs.

   The two girls got up and walked sensuously up to her.  "Would you like
that?" Julie asked in a little girl's voice,

   "to play with our pretty little twelve year-old cunts and do naughty
things to our assholes?"

   As if in a trance, the coach nodded.

   The girls giggled and Kayla reached up to the top button of her shirt.
"Then first of all, we need to take off all

   these nasty clothes."

   They undressed her slowly, prolonging the excitement.  As they finally
got to her panties and pulled them down,

   thick strands of cream stretched from her glistening labia, clinging to
the material until they snapped back

   against her thighs.  Both girls giggled, and then stood back and looked
at her.

   "You have lovely tits," Kayla said.  "I can't wait to suck your
nipples."

   "And your cunt is so smooth and creamy," Julie added.  "I hope you are
going to let us stick our little tongues in

   it.  You'd like that, wouldn't you, our little girl tongues pushing deep
inside your creamy, sticky cunt while we

   finger your slutty asshole?"

   Kayla reached out and took her hand.  "We thought you wouldn't want to
miss what was happening in the competition so

   we have put the table in front of the big screen so you can watch.  So
why don't you come over here and lie down on

   the table and then we can play?"

   As if in a dream, Coach Wagner allowed herself to be led over to the
table and climbed onto obediently, gasping as

   the small hands helping her up brushed softly over her tits and rubbed
momentarily over her slit.  She didn't notice

   the buttons on the side or the brass nameplate, etched with the words,
"The FuckAid Rape Table, Mark 3".  Once she

   was settled, the two girls climbed up and stood astride over her head.
For a little while, they teased her,

   fingering each other while she stared up at them.

   Eventually, Julie lowered herself down onto her knees.  "Now," she said
slowly, "we are going to play.  To start

   with, we're going to paint your face with our cunts."

   **

   "Oh my god!" Tina said breathlessly, "this competition just gets better
and better.  I'm so fucking wet."

   "You're always wet, Tina," Betty laughed, "but perhaps before you get
too carried away again, we had better tell

   our viewers what is happening?"

   "You're right, Betty, but I wish I hadn't left that cock microphone in
the studio."

   Betty laughed again.  "Well, knowing you, I'm sure you'll find something
to replace it." She paused.  "Now tell our

   viewers all about this afternoon.  It's all to do with humiliation,
isn't it?"

   "That's right," said Tina, her tone more professional.  "As if this
morning wasn't humiliating enough, the

   competition organisers have aimed to make this afternoon even more so.
The events are designed to push the puppy

   girls to the limit, to see how submissive and obedient they are willing
to be.  We must remember that these are just

   ordinary moms who, six months ago, would never in their wildest dreams
have consented to expose and humiliate

   themselves in the way they are expected to do today.  This afternoon
will show just how completely they are willing

   to sacrifice their dignity in order to enable their daughters' futures."

   "And that is particularly true of the first event, the Best of Breed
judging," said Betty said, cutting in

   smoothly.  "The bitches have been organised into their breeds, and it is
the judges' job to put each breed into rank

   order.  Each bitch will be judged individually in the centre of the
arena.  They will be led out on their own and

   examined in full view of the crowd and the close-up view of the cameras.
They will have nobody to hide behind, no

   team around them to distract attention: just them, the judges, the crowd
and the tv cameras." She giggled.  "Not

   only that, but the examination itself will be a real test for them,
won't it Tina?"

   "Oh fuck, Betty, it makes me want to cum just thinking about it!  Most
excitingly, the judges are not the same as

   for the rest of the competition.  They are instead four tweens
especially selected by sex ed.  teachers from the

   schools in each of the competition districts.  The judging is in four
parts.  The first is tits.  The bitches are

   judged on shape and firmness, and in particular on nipples: the more
attractive they are and the more pointed, the

   higher they will score."

   Betty chuckled.  "You shouldn't have much trouble there!  Yours stick
out like hat pegs!"

   "Well I've never heard you complain!" Tina exclaimed and they both burst
into laughter.

   "The next stage is cunt.  The bitches will be marked on attractiveness,
fragrance and taste, clit extension,

   wetness, tightness and depth.  Interestingly, the last two are measured
by an electronic device invented especially

   for the contest by The FuckAid Corporation: they call it a Fuckhole
Meter.  It electronically measures the depth

   from labia to cervix and it can expand or contract according to the
pressure exerted by the vaginal muscles."

   "Wow!" Betty gasped.  "I bet there are thousands of pre-teens watching
who would just love to be judging stage two!"

   "The third stage is the anus.  Again attractiveness and fragrance are
important and the bitches will be expected to

   show that they can contract and dilate the brown ring effectively.  The
Fuckhole Meter is also used here to measure

   how wide the sphincter can stretch."

   "My God, Tina, I can't imagine anything more humiliating than having a
judge sniff my anus or stretch me open in

   front of all these people."

   "That's the point," Tina grinned.  "The final stage is hardest of all:
obedience.  The bitches will be giving

   commands such as "Squeeze!" or "Open!" but their last will be the most
difficult: "Don't cum!" After giving it, the
judges will try to make them do just that by clit manipulation and

finger fucking.  They will bring each one to the

   very edge orgasm to see whether the bitch obeys the command: if she
does, she gets points, if she doesn't, it

   counts against her."

   "Isn't that really hard to do," Betty asked, "to give just the right
amount of stimulation but not too much?"

   "Very hard!" Tina said, and giggled.  "It is worth mentioning that the
girl judges have trained very hard for this

   event, spending the last month practising with a group of volunteer
women to make sure they get the standards and

   techniques right." She paused for a moment and then giggled again.  "It
was great fun!"

   Betty laughed.  "You never told me."

   "You never asked!" Tina grinned, and licked her lips provocatively.

   "So," Betty resumed, "you can see that the puppy girls are in for a very
demanding time, and I can only guess how

   much fun we are going to have watching it.  After the final bitch has
been examined, the judges will confer and then

   award marks.  The best of breed is given five marks down to the least
attractive bitch who is awarded only one.

   Although the marks do not seem very many, it is important remember that
the bitches are not in teams but in breeds:

   the situation could arise where all members of the same team achieve top
marks in their breed and so considerably

   swell their team's score."

   "Talking of swelling," Tina interrupted, "I can see the first bitch
heading for the inspection area and my clit is

   already throbbing." She smiled suggestively at the camera.  "All you
pre-teens and tweenies out there, lay back,

   open your legs and slide you hand into your panties!  This is going to
be fucking amazing!"

   **

   Coach Wagner lay wantonly in a semi-conscious haze of lust and pleasure,
a pool of her own cum between her thighs

   spreading slowly across the surface of the table.  Her face glistened
with opaque wetness and the bittersweet tang

   of Kayla's rectum still clung to her aching tongue.  She had lost count
of the number of times she had cum but even

   now, she felt her body tense as a little fist withdrew from her pulsing,
swollen cunt.

   In her haze, she wondered if this was all a dream but the clamminess on
her skin and the smell of little girl that

   clung to her nostrils told her it wasn't.  She smiled and closed her
eyes, lost in pleasure, and so did not take in

   the small hands attaching straps to her wrists and ankles until Julie
squeezed her over-sensitive clit.

   "You are such a naughty girl," Julie giggled, squeezing slightly harder.

   The coach moaned and tried to pull away and only then realised that she
was spread-eagled and could not move.

   "A very naughty girl," Kayla agreed, and leaned forward and pressed a
button.

   The table seemed to vibrate for a moment, then whirred quietly and
beneath her, the coach felt it begin to move:

   stirrups lifted her legs upwards, stretching them obscenely wide, while
underneath her, the surface slid back until

   it stopped beneath her ass.  She tried to move but the straps prevented
her.

   "But now it's our turn to be naughty," Julie said and squeezed her clit
again, making her yelp.

   "You see, Julie and I have watched you over the last few months, and you
make us feel so fucking horny," Kayla

   whispered.  "You've probably seen us sitting there during the training
sessions, never knowing that because of you,

   our little fuck holes were all slimy and we were secretly fingering our
clits."

   "And we used to wonder if we would ever get the chance to fuck you,"
Julie continued, letting go of her clit, "and

   now we have."

   Both girls giggled and disappeared for a few moments.  When they
returned, both were wearing strap-ons, and when she

   saw them, the coach gasped.

   "We both bought new ones," Julie said and held hers up in front of the
coach's face, stroking it provocatively.

   "Mine is only eight inches long but it is very thick and it has these
knobbly bits on."

   Kayla giggled with excitement.  "Mine is ten inches long and I'm going
to ram every inch of it inside you."

   Julie leaned forwards.  "This is going to be our thank you present,
Coach," she whispered.  "We are going to fuck you

   until you beg us to stop.  We're going to stretch your anus so wide that
it will be a week before it closes again."

   She paused and reached down and squeezed the woman's clit again.  "Will
you like that, Coachie?  Will you like having

   your anus raped by two pre-teen girls?"

   The Coach looked up at her through still hazy eyes and she felt her clit
throbbing between Julie's finger and

   thumb.  It had been her most secret fantasy, the one that she could
never let the others see, to be used and

   humiliated like the puppy girls.  "Yes', she said, her voice cracking
with lust.

   Julie raised her hand and slapped it down hard onto the coach's cunt and
she cried out in surprise and pain.

   "Yes what, bitch?" Julie barked.

   "Yes mistress."

   "That's better.  Now suck my cock!" Julie ordered, touching the tip of
her strap-on against her lips.

   Obediently the coach opened her mouth and the plastic stretched her lips
wide as it pushed into her.  She tried to

   swallow and felt at the same moment the cold tip of Kayla's dildo
against her anus.  Above her, unseen, on the tv, a

   judge was sliding the Fuckhole Meter into the anus of a German shepherd
puppy girl.

   **

   "Well I don't know about you Tina," Betty said excitedly, "but I think
that was really remarkable.  Poppy has had a

   really disastrous morning, but in this round she has really come good!"

   "Or rather didn't cum good," Tina chuckled.  " I really don't know how
she held out, especially when that judge

   actually sucked her clit.  If it had been me I'd have been squirting
like a fountain!"

   "But don't you think those whip marks on her ass cheeks will count
against her?"

   "They shouldn't.  The focus of this round is mainly on sexual response,
tolerance to humiliation and obedience.  I

   don't think the judges will pay any attention to anything else."

   "Well I hope not," said Betty, looking directly into the camera. 
"Without giving too much away, Poppy is one of the

   bitches who has attracted a lot of your votes, and I am sure I don't
need to remind you that your votes count for

   half the marks in this round." She paused and looked back at Tina. 
"What I find amazing is that we have had 14 of

   the 20 bitches judged so far and there's only Poppy and one of the
spaniel bitches from Climax who have managed to

   pass the obedience test.  Do you think that the judges have got a bit
carried away?  I mean, the oldest is only

   thirteen and the youngest is nine!" She smiled mischievously.  "After
all, it seems you have had hands on

   experience..."

   "Hands in, more like!" Tina laughed.  "No, I don't think they've got
carried away.  I know that they are very

   determined not to make it too easy, but to push the bitches to the
limits, and I can assure you that they are very

   good at it.  The other thing we have to bear in mind is that the puppy
girls seem to be very aroused."

   "Fuck yes!" said Betty with surprising excitement.  "Some of those
bitches are so wet!  I guess I thought the

   humiliation would turn them off but instead it's turned them on." She
giggled slightly sheepishly.  "It's certainly

   turned me on - I'm dripping!"

   "You and me both, darling!" Tina paused.  "So we have six bitches left
to be judged.  Who's next?"

   Betty looked down at her notes and then smiled.  "It's Baby Girl from
the Intercourse team.  I can't wait to see her.

   I think she's got the cutest cu....."

   "Betty!" Tina cried, laughing.  "What has got into you?  I haven't seen
you this excited for a long time.  Just wait

   till I get you back to the studio!"

   **

   "Oh Gawd!" I thought nervously as I watched the girl judges begin their
examinations.  I had wondered why the Best

   of Breed event had been given so much time but now I understood, and I
felt suddenly uncertain of what I was doing.

   It was so humiliating, to be treated like that in front of all these
people!  It was as if they wanted take away

   every shred of dignity we had, to treat us not like women, but like
animals for the entertainment of the crowd.

   Angie seemed to sense my anxiety and stroked my head gently while we
waited.  I looked around at the others: my

   constant rival, Coco, sat near me; she was the only other bitch in my
breed apart from me who had not been judged,

   and she looked as anxious as I did.  The other puppy girls who were
still waiting were very tense, but those who had

   been judged just slumped on the ground.  Some of them stared vacantly
into the distance while others sobbed quietly,

   and a spaniel from the Bikini Bottom team was being punished with Miss
Riding Crop.

   "It's time, Baby Girl," Angie said softly, and my stomach seemed to knot
in anticipation.  I looked round at her and

   she smiled and did that thing with her eyes and I looked down: as
before, she was squatting and I could see the

   shape of her wet panty-covered cunt, but this time she did more. 
Slowly, deliberately, she moved her hand under her

   skirt and slid a finger under her panties.  I watched it move under the
material for a moment and then she withdrew

   it, bringing it up to my face.  The fragrance of her exploded around me
and she ran the finger slowly over my top

   lip, coating it with her cream.  "Think of me," she said softly and then
smiled again.

   I looked up and saw Poppy walking back from her examination: her face
was red and she walked unsteadily, breathing

   heavily.  Angie tugged gently on my leash and lead me out into the
centre of the arena and as she did so, I was

   surprised to hear the crowd cheer enthusiastically: I could even hear
people shouting out my name.  When we reached

   the judges, Mistress unclipped me and walked back leaving me on my own,
my heart thumping in my chest.  I suddenly

   felt so alone and so exposed: it was as if all eyes were on me, that
there would be nothing that would not be

   exposed to the eager eyes of the crowd and the television audience.

   One of the judges came and stood in front of me.  She looked to be about
ten years old and I knew that she was

   standing deliberately close so that I could smell her essence.  She
looked down at her tablet and asked, "Baby

   Girl?"

   "Arf!" I barked and stood still, trying to unfocus my eyes and stare
into the distance so that I wouldn't be able

   to see what was happening around me or on the big screens.  Suddenly, as
the judges walked up to me, I seemed to be

   surrounded by a delicious cocktail of girl cunt that betrayed their
excitement.  I tried to empty my mind but images

   of Angie and little Helen filled it and I felt the moisture seeping from
my slit.  I bit my lip hard, telling myself

   to pull myself together and tried to concentrate on something, anything
that would stop me being aroused.

   They started with my tits, squeezing and stretching them and weighing
them in their hands, and concentrated on my

   nipples.  Small fingers grasped them and twisted them hard, and I felt
them swell and send pleasure signals to my

   cunt.  At one moment, I felt teeth gripping the sensitive flesh and
stretching it painfully out from my breast, and

   then felt the cold steel of a ruler against it as it was measured.

   It only seemed like seconds before they were at my cunt and two fingers
slid into its wetness and fucked in and out

   a few times.  Again I tried to concentrate but the speed with which
everything happened made it almost impossible.

   Other fingers grasped my already swollen clit and pinched it outwards
and upwards and I couldn't help but moan as

   more fingers touched the sensitive nub.  I felt the ruler again as they
measured and then a sudden shock of cold

   metal pushing into my slit caught me unawares and I glanced up at one of
the screens before I could stop myself:

   there, in front of all these people, was a close up of my very wet cunt
and what looked like a large metal dildo

   pushing into it.  I It pushed deeper and deeper into me until I gasped
as its tip hit my cervix and I felt it begin

   to vibrate and expand until it seemed to fill my vagina.

   Oh fuck!  I moaned, my clit throbbing and my cunt flooding around the
dildo.  "Squeeze!" commanded one of the judges

   and I bore down on it, my eyes pulled back to the screen: white cream
oozed out around the end of the metal shaft

   and began to drip down in thick strands onto my thighs.  Memories of
Bill's cock fucking me flashed into my mind and

   my muscles tensed as pleasure began to seep through my body.

   Oh shit!  I thought.  I'm going to cum.  I bit into my lip again and
tried to think of something, anything to stop

   myself, but the oozing cunt cream seemed to hypnotise me and my body
started to arch.

   And then, as quickly as it started, it stopped: the dildo seemed to
deflate and was quickly withdrawn.  Almost at

   once, my tail was pulled out of my anus and I could hear one of the
judges sniffing at my brown hole.  I felt

   suddenly mortified, aware of the crowd watching my humiliation, but at
least it dampened my arousal and I felt the

   urge to cum recede.  The tip of the dildo touched against my asshole and
a voice said, "Open!" so I pushed against

   my sphincter and felt it slide smoothly in.  "Squeeze!" commanded the
voice and as I did so, it began to vibrate and

   then expand.  I fought against it as long as I could but it was too
strong, stretching me wider and wider until

   pleasure turned to pain.  I groaned loudly, unable to control my
reactions, and the expansion stopped and the dildo

   started to deflate.  It was removed quickly and after a few seconds my
tail was carefully reinserted.

   Somewhere behind me I heard the judges talking and I took a moment to
collect my thoughts.  I knew what was coming

   next: they were going to try to make me cum.  I wasn't as close as I was
but I was still pretty close, and unless I

   could think of something I wouldn't be able to hold out.

   One of the judges stood in front of me and ordered, "Don't cum!"

   I felt fingers begin to rub over my clit and others sink into my cunt.
Oh Gawd, it felt so fucking good!  Think of

   something terrible, horrible, repulsive, anything.  Fingers pressed my
clit harder.  Suddenly I thought of Ida, of

   her forcing me to tongue her dirty asshole, the bitter taste of her shit
in my mouth.  Small fingers gripped my

   nipples and squeezed them.  Oh fuck!  Ida forcing her piss soaked
panties into my mouth and laughing at me, calling

   me a slut.  The fingers were fucking me faster, pushing deeper.  Ida
making me suck Bill's unwashed cock, her cunt

   cream still crusted around the head, like stale cheese.  Oh fucking
fucking hell, a little girl's mouth sucking on

   my clit, and those fucking fingers squelching inside my creaming cunt.

   I felt sweat running down my face and licked my lips.  Angie!  Her
taste! She had said, "Think of me." If I gave in I

   would be letting her down.  After everything she done for me, everything
she had come to mean to me.  And then what?

   When all this was over, would we just go back to the way we were? 
Knowing I had failed her.  Knowing that I had

   ruined her chance of a successful future.  Always knowing of her
disappointment, and the closeness we had fading.

   And then, back into Bill's bed?  Bill and his slimy cock and the
lingering taste of Ida's stale cunt......

   There was a sudden sharp slap on my ass and I snapped back into the
present.  A girl judge ruffled my hair and said,

   "Well done, Baby Girl," and then giggled.  "You taste delicious!  You
can go back to your mistress now."

   Confused, in some sort of trance, I turned and walked back towards
Angie, the crowd cheering loudly, and slowly the

   reality began to sink in: I hadn't cum!  Somehow, thinking of Angie had
taken me out of myself and I had resisted.  I

   looked across at her in amazement and an overwhelming feeling of love:
how did she know; how could a twelve year

   old girl be so perceptive, so wise.  When I reached her, she wrapped her
arms around my neck and held me for a

   moment.  "You are wonderful, mother," she whispered.

   I felt tears of relief flood my eyes.  "Baby Girl thinks that Mistress
is wonderful too," I whispered so the judges

   wouldn't here me.

   **

   "Wow, that was amazing!" Betty cried, almost shouting into the
microphone.  "How on earth did she resist?  The things

   they were doing to her!"

   "I have no idea," Tina said.  Her face was flushed and she was panting.
"I was never able to.  They practised that on

   me and I came every time." She chuckled.  "I used to squirt all over
them!"

   "Surely she's going to win best of breed after that performance?"

   "It certainly seems likely, Betty.  She's the only bitch in her breed to
pass the obedience test so far, but there

   is still Coco to come..." she giggled..."or should I say not to cum.  It
all depends on how well she does."

   "And of course, Coco is in the Zip Down team," said Betty excitedly,
"and at the moment they are only three points

   ahead of Intercourse." She held her arms out in an expansive gesture. 
"This competition just gets better and

   better!"

   "You can say that again!" laughed Tina.  "It's enough to make your
panties saturated.  I'm just glad I'm not wearing

   any!"

   *******

   Coach Wagner lay in a sort of semi-conscious delirium, her body jerking
to the rhythm of Julie's strap-on as it

   fucked her anus.  To begin with, she had been all too aware of what the
two pre-teens were doing to her, reacting

   with an odd mixture of alarm and near orgasmic pleasure.  Her tits were
covered with red welts were they had slapped

   her with a steel ruler, and she had screamed with pain when their teeth
had bitten into her engorged nipples, but

   even as the tears ran down her face, she felt her cunt weeping as well.

   Then they fucked her ruthlessly, taking turns with her anus and her
cunt, and while one fucked, the other played

   with her clit, keeping her constantly on the edge of orgasm until she
was so sensitive that pleasure turned into

   exquisite pain.  Every now and again they would stop and fuck her mouth
until her jaw ached and she could taste

   nothing but her juices and her asshole, and then they would start again.


   Now, as Julie drove her thick knobled dildo into the coach's raw anus,
Kayla knelt down beside her.

   "You like this, don't you?" she said, running her hand down to the
woman's gaping cunt.  "Look how wet your slimy

   fuck hole is." She brought her hand up and thrust her wet fingers into
Coach Wagner's mouth.  "Suck them, slut!" she

   commanded and smiled as she obeyed.  "You're our slut now, our fuck toy,
our whore.  Your cunt and anus belong to us

   and no one else.  We own your cunt and anus, you're just using them."
She reached down a started to pinch the

   woman's clit.  "Whenever we want you, you will come running, do you
understand, Coachie?"

   The coach nodded feebly, her head moving to the rhythm of the strap on.

   "We're going to stop in a minute," Kayla said, "but before we do we have
one last special treat for you." She and

   Julie giggled and her head disappeared out of sight.  The coach wanted
to raise her head to see but somehow she

   couldn't muster the energy, but almost at once she felt a second dildo
press into her cunt while Julie still fucked

   her anus.  She did scream then, scream until she had no more breath to
summon: it was not just the pain, the
soreness of both holes and the squashing of that thin wall between them,

but also the overload of pleasure, as if

   each movement was an electric shock.  It was only when she fell silent,
unable to respond anymore, that they stopped

   and then, with unexpected tenderness, caress her softly.

   "We hoped you liked your present, Coachie?" Julie said softly.  "We
really enjoyed giving it to you.  And like Kayla

   said, we are the present that just keeps on giving because we are all
going to have so much fun together." She

   paused.  "We have to go now, but before we do, would you like to see our
little girl cunts just once more?"

   The coach's hazed eyes opened slightly wider and she nodded.  "Please,
Mistress," she whispered.

   At once, the two girls climbed onto the table and squatted either side
of her head, their thighs wide and their

   reddened wet cunts held open with their small fingers.  The coach
stared, turning her head from one to the other and

   back, and despite everything, despite the soreness and the
over-stimulation, she felt liquid leaking out of her

   slit.

   "You love it, don't you Coachie?" Julie said seductively.  "Is it
because we are only twelve?  Our little pre-teen

   fuck holes, our tight slits, our young cunts?" Both girls began to
finger themselves, moving their fingers so as to

   make them squelch in their wetness.  "Well now you belong to us, you
will be able to play with them whenever we let

   you." As her fingers moved, Julie's voice got even more sultry.  "You
will be able to look at them, and kiss them,

   and stick things into them, and taste what comes out of them."

   "And sometimes," Kayla continued, "we might even let you fuck them."
Coach Wagner groaned, her eyes locked on the

   display in front of her.

   "We have one last present for you," Julie said, her tone changing into
giggles, and both girls slowly stood up

   either side of the coach's face.  "You look very thirsty, Coachie. 
Would you like something to drink?"

   Coach Wagner stared up at them.  Her body ached and throbbed and her
mind still reeled, but despite that, she

   couldn't mistake what they meant.  It would be the ultimate humiliation.
She smiled weakly and nodded her head, at

   the same time opening her mouth as wide as her sore lips would allow.

   The girls giggled with delight and thrust their pelvises forward,
putting two fingers between their open thighs to

   control direction.  The coach watched their cunts flex and contract and
heard them grunt and then laugh at each

   other's efforts.

   It was Kayla who started first, a few drops splashing down onto the
table and then a trickle, growing in power

   until it was a yellow liquid line hitting the coach's face.  Only
seconds later Julie joined her, the piss

   exploding from her urethra as if a dam had burst.  After that they
played, using their fingers to aim their jets of

   piss where they wanted, into the woman's mouth, her nose, her eyes or
soaking her hair, and they laughed

   uncontrollably.  Below them, the coach bathed in the yellow warmth,
swallowing the bitterness as her mouth was

   filled like a cup or breathing in the fragrance as it washed the sweat
from her skin.

   After some seconds, the girls moved together down the table, spraying
the coach's body until they reached her

   thighs.  They both turned and aimed at the swollen cunt and open anus,
still gaping from the savage fucking, and

   sprayed the final jets over the clit and into the open vagina and
asshole, laughing as it frothed and bubbled at

   the entrances before flowing down onto the table.  Eventually, as the
flows subsided, they jumped down from the

   table and stood beside the table, smiling.

   "We hope you enjoyed your present, Coachie," Julie said.  "We are all
going to have such fun with each other." She

   leaned forward and whispered, her lips almost touching the coach's ear.
"As long as you are a good little Coachie,

   we are going to do the most filthy things to you, things you have never
even imagined.  And if you do as you are

   told, we will let you make love to our little girl cunts and assholes
with your mouth and tongue."

   Coach Wagner smiled weakly.  She felt the table move beneath her until
it was once more flat and felt the straps

   around her wrists and ankles removed.  A pool of piss that had gathered
between her legs trickled towards the edge

   of the table and then landed on the floor with an obscene splashing.

   "Good bye, Coachie," called Kayla, and then the door opened and she
could hear the girls' giggling and their

   footsteps retreating down the corridor.

   **

   "As you can see, we've just made it back to the studio." Betty was
sitting at her desk.  Her hair was slightly

   dishevelled, her face and neck red, and she was breathing heavily. 
"Tina will be with us in a minute.  She's a

   bit....  busy at the moment." She seemed to shift slightly in her chair
and her eyes closed for a second.

   "We are almost ready to..mmmm...to bring you the results of the Best of
Breed.  As you know, this is..." she shifted

   in her chair again, seeming slide forward on the seat...."this is where
your votes really count." She sucked in her

   breath.  "Your votes count for 50% of the marks and I am pleased....Oh
fuck!....to announce the results of the

   viewers' poll." She paused and closed her eyes again, her fists clenched
on the desk.  She took a deep breath.  "In

   fourth place, with 2 points, is.......nnnngh.......Coco from the Zip
Down team." She gasped.  "In third place with 3

   points, from the....mmmm....the Bikini Bottom....nnnngh....team was
Saucy Nips." She stopped again, panting

   heavily.  "Second place, with four points, went to the Intercourse....Oh
fucking shit!....the Intercourse team and

   our local favourite....Yes!  There!.....local favourite Baby Girl." She
sank further down in the chair and without

   thinking, ran her hand over her the front of her shirt, making her
nipples stand out.  "The winner of the popular

   vote with a huge....nnngggghh....majority, with five points.....Oh

   Yessssss!.....was......Now!....Poppy......mmmnnngggghh!"

   Betty's body arched and her head went back, her eyes closed and her
mouth open in a loud sigh of release, and

   slowly she slipped downwards until her body disappeared from view. 
There was a pause and then some giggling and the

   rattle and scrape of furniture and Tina appeared on the screen.  Her
hair was out of place and her blouse unbuttoned

   and sagging open so that one of her nipples was clearly visible.  She
grinned at the camera, and a sheen of wetness

   around her mouth seemed to glow in the studio lights.  She giggled and
brought her fingers up to her mouth, sucking

   them provocatively for a moment.

   "That woman has the sweetest cunt I've ever tasted," she said and
smacked her lips.  "Now where were we before.....

   Oh, yes, the winner of the people's vote is Poppy from the Bikini Bottom
team.  I think that everyone felt sorry for

   her after what happened to her this morning and she was swept to victory
on a wave of sympathy."

   She paused and held her finger to her earpiece.  "We're getting news
that Bikini Bottom have done really well in

   this event.  Apparently they have two best of breed bitches and a second
place.  If that's the case it might well

   bring them back into contention.  We cannot be sure yet.  We have sent
the results of our votes to the judges and

   they are adding up the totals as we speak.  Betty will have the results
as soon as they are released." She seemed to

   smirk.  "At the moment, she is a little...  indisposed."

   Tina turned and looked out of the window.  "There is a lot of activity
out in the arena at the moment as the ground

   staff lay out the course for the next event, the Herding competition. 
Betty has all the details but I know it's an

   event I've been looking forward to." She laughed and slid one of her
hands under her shirt, squeezing her nipple.

   "Mind you, I don't think anything is going to be as pussy-wettingly
exciting as the Best of Breed!"

   **

   Coach Wagner lay on the table with a smile of contentment on her face,
oblivious to the sound coming from the

   stadium outside.  She slid an exploratory hand down to her tits, running
her fingers along the swollen welts, and

   winced as she touched her sore nipples.  Her hand continued down to her
cunt, touching her fingers gently against

   her sensitive clit and then running them softly up and down her puffy
slit.  Tentatively, she slid a finger between

   them and touched gently against the inner wall, gasping not simply at
its tenderness, but also because, despite the

   way she had been so savagely fucked, she was still aroused and wet. 
Finally she moved her hand down to her anus and

   cried out with pain as she felt the rim of the still gaping hole.  She
wasn't sure if it was raw or just very

   stretched and bruised and wondered idly how painful it would be as it
recovered.

   Not that she really cared.  She sighed softly and ran her hand back to a
pool of piss that had gathered around her

   belly button and paddled her fingers in it before spreading it over her
skin.

   "This is their mark on me," she said aloud.  "This shows I belong to
them now."

   She brought her damp fingers up to her mouth and sucked the piss from
them, delighting in the bitter taste and the

   depravity.  In all her secret masturbating dreams she had longed for
this: to be owned by a pre-teen girl, to be
available to her for anything she wanted, like a toy, no matter how

depraved, no matter how painful.

   But it had.  And there were two of them.  Two girls who knew how to use
and humiliate a woman.  Two girls with most

   beautiful, delicious little cunts she had ever seen.

   A sudden roar from outside disturbed her reverie and she looked up at
the monitor.  It looked like the Best of Breed

   had finished and the teams were gathering for the Herding.  I should be
there, she thought, and then giggled.

   "Not yet," she said to the empty room.  "Just a little bit longer."

   They would be able to manage without her.  She touched her slit again
and slipped a finger carefully inside.  Her

   anus, her clit and her nipples all throbbed painfully; she stank of piss
and sweat and cunt; every muscle in her

   body seemed to ache.

   She had never been so happy in her life.

   **

   Bikini Bottom.  70 Climax.  74 Intercourse.  79 Zip Down.  80

   **

   "After some deliberation, the judges have handed in their marks and
these have been added to the overall scores,"

   said Betty excitedly.  She was sitting back at her desk, still flushed,
and like Tina who was standing beside her,

   her shirt was open and the inside swell of her tits was clearly visible.

   "And things have got even more exciting," cut in Tina.  "As predicted,
Bikini Bottom have had a good round and are

   only ten points behind, and at the top, Intercourse are now only one
point behind Zip Down.  The only team that seem

   to have suffered are Climax, scoring only 12 points." She looked down at
Betty.  "You normally have your finger on

   the pulse, Betty.  Who do you think is going to win?"

   Betty smiled.  "I don't have my finger on anything at the moment," she
said, "and I think it's too close to call."

   She looked up at Tina.  "All I can say is that it's building up to a
thrilling climax."

   "Another one?" Tina smirked, and they both laughed.  "OK," she continued
after a moment, "tell us all about the

   Herding round.  You've been building it up all day.  What's so special
about it?"

   "Well my darling girl, the game is very simple: to herd each team of
bitches around the course that they are just

   finishing the arena." She moved her arm off the desk and ran her hand
softly up and down the back of Tina's legs.

   "To make it a little more difficult, the puppies are blindfolded, but
that isn't the best thing.  They will not be

   herded by their mistresses." She paused significantly.  "But by dogs!"

   "Dogs?  Real dogs?"

   "That's right, Tina, real dogs." Betty's hand began to stroke higher
towards the top of Tina's thighs, and she

   grinned mischievously.  "Two months ago, twenty dogs were selected and
trained to follow a route around a specially

   built course.  Then a month ago, each one was assigned to one of the
puppy girls and together they have practised

   herding, the bitch blindfolded, the dog guiding her."

   "How the fuck do they do that?" Tina asked.  The hand was under the back
of her skirt now and her voice cracked

   slightly.

   "They've been taught how to dominate the bitches, guiding them with
barks and growls, or little nips of of their

   teeth." She giggled.  "The best command is the one to go forwards!" She
stopped, and grinned teasingly.

   "What?" cried Tina.  She was leaning slightly forward, her hands on the
edge of the desk to support her.

   "They lick the bitches' cunts!"

   Tina groaned, the colour rising in her face.  Her shirt gaped open,
revealing her tits and their swollen nipples.

   "Each team goes round the course together, the bitches and their
masters, and they are timed.  When the last bitch

   in the team crosses the line, the watch is stopped and the time
recorded. If a bitch does not obey her master's

   command and goes the wrong way, five seconds are added on to the time
and this happens for every mistake made."

   Betty's hand had settled on Tina's ass now and she giggled again when
the woman moaned.  "Apparently the game was Dr

   swan's idea: it certainly bears all the hallmarks of her philosophy
about the submission and humiliation of women.

   After all, what can be more humiliating than being mastered like a male
dog, just like a real bitch?"

   "Holy fuck!" exclaimed Tina.  "That is just so deliciously depraved!"
She gasped and pushed her ass backwards.  "It

   seems to me these bitches are having a wonderful time.  They must be
drippings!"

   "Mmmm.They're not the only ones!" Betty smirked.

   Despite the movement of the hand on her ass, Tina looked suddenly
thoughtful.  "I wonder what a dog's tongue feels

   like when it licks your cunt," she said dreamily.  "I bet it's like
sandpaper."

   "Oh not at all," said Betty.  "It's much softer." She paused, and added
hurriedly, "So I'm told."

   Suddenly, from out in the arena came a chorus of barking.

   "Looks like the dogs have arrived," said Betty.

   "Wow, I can't wait to see them," Tina said excitedly, "but first you'll
have to take your finger out of my

   asshole."

   **

   I sat patiently at Angie's feet, watching the stewards finish off the
herding course.  At first I had tried to work

   out the route through, but it was simply a series of poles and flags and
impossible to work out.  I tried to sit

   properly, my back straight and my head held high, but blades of grass
tickled my still sensitive cunt and I had to

   fight the urge to wriggle.

   I thought about the Herding round and a wave of anxiety spread through
me: Tommy and I had practised and practised
but sometimes he could be stubborn, and once or twice he had been more

interested in fucking me rather than guiding

   me.  And then of course there was the humiliation.  As if the earlier
rounds hadn't been bad enough, now I had to

   subjugate myself to an animal, to let him master me and obey his
commands.  I knew that I would just be an object,

   doing as Tommy told me, and even if we were successful, all the praise
would go to him.

   The sudden sound of barking disturbed my thoughts and my heart started
beating like a jack hammer.  To my shame, I

   knew it wasn't just because of the competition: I wanted him to lick my
cunt, I wanted to feel his beautiful cock

   thrust into me, I wanted him to use me, to be his fuck hole while his
teeth gripped my neck and his slobber dripped

   over my hair.

   The dogs were brought out in their cages on a line of trolleys, like an
airport baggage train, and from the noise

   they were making, it was clear they were excited.  Each cage was dropped
of in its team standing area and as soon as

   the door opened, our five bounded out and over to us.  As soon as Tommy
reached me, I knew what to do.  We circled,

   sniffing each other's rear ends: I felt his cold nose on my backside and
I sniffed at his anus before lowering my

   head and nuzzling against his balls.  His tongue swept from from my clit
to my asshole and I moaned, looking looking

   at his magnificent cock, it's pink tip already peeping out of its
sheath.

   Mistress pulled on my leash and gave a command and we stopped circling
and went into the sit position next to her.

   Almost at once a blindfold was put over my eyes.  At first I wondered
why - we were the third team to go - but then

   I realised: we had to be blindfolded or we would be able to see the
route around the course.

   To be in complete darkness was so disconcerting, and only Angie's hand
stroking my head and Tommy panting reassured

   me.  I tried to focus on what was happening.  There was a hubbub of
noise and then the crowd went quiet.  I knew that

   the first team was Climax and also that every time they made a mistake a
whistle would blow, so that was what I

   would listen for.  A hooter sounded and suddenly there was cheering
again, making it difficult to hear.  I tried to

   listen, straining my ears and before the hooter blew again I heard five
whistles.

   My stomach churned: just one more team before us and that was our
closest rival, Zip Down.  I wondered how the

   others were feeling.  I knew that Peaches and Cricket got on well with
their dogs but Foofu's dog, Pounder was

   unreliable and Charger, Dinkypooh's dog was often very aggressive.  I
could only imagine how nervous they must be.

   The hooter sounded again and the crowd cheered.  I was aware of Angie
kneeling beside me and she whispered, "Just do

   your best, Baby Girl." In next no time, they had finished.  I thought I
had heard three whistles but before I had

   time to think about it Angie pulled on my leash and guided me to the
starting line, telling me to sit.  Either side

   of me I could hear the other members of the team and behind me I felt
Tommy's hot breath on my ass.

   The hooter made me jump but the wet tongue on my cunt propelled me
forward.  Just as I had done in training I tried

   to concentrate on picking up the necessary sounds and touches, but the
roar of the crowd threw me and it took a

   sharp nip on my ass to get me focused.  After that the time seemed to
speed by and I had only one moment of panic.

   As I was being steered around a corner, I heard a whistle blow close by
me and thought I had missed the route, but

   then, almost next to me, I heard Foofu calling desperately for Pounder.

   Angie was waiting for me at the finish line, grabbing my collar and
taking off the blindfold, and she put her arms

   around my neck and hugged it.  "Good girl, good girl," she said
excitedly.  "You made round with no whistles!" I

   wanted to stand up and hold her, but I forced myself to remember I was
just a bitch and panted and wagged my tail

   as hard as I could.  Tommy trotted up beside me and Mistress reached out
and scratched his ear.

   I was suddenly reminded about the race when I heard the whistle blow a
second time.  I turned and saw Foofu about

   twenty yards from the finish: she was standing still and calling again
for Pounder and I could hear the desperation

   in her voice.  After what seemed an age, he ran up behind her and licked
and she scooted to the finish line.  As the

   hooter sounded, Zoe took her blindfold off and we could see the tears
flooding down her cheeks as she sobbed

   uncontrollably.  The mistresses gathered round her to comfort her, but
the expressions on their faces were serious.

   I glanced up at the scoreboard and realised why: like Zip Down, we only
had two penalties, but because Foofu had to

   stop, their time was quicker than ours, which meant they would get more
points than us going into the last event,

   the Mystery Round.  I wondered how we would be able to catch them up,
and a wave of anxiety washed over me.

   I sighed and turned round.  Tommy was lying on the grass next to me, his
back leg in the air, and he was licking his

   cock.  It wasn't fully erect, but part of the thick shaft, mottled and
glistening, seemed to throb.  He stopped and

   looked at me and gave a low growl, and then resumed his licking. 
Despite the somber mood, I involuntarily licked my

   lips and my cunt moistened.

   **

   Bikini Bottom.  75 Climax.  76 Intercourse.  82 Zip Down.  84

   **

   "Just one round to go," announced Betty, "and it looks like a two bitch
race." Both women were sitting behind the

   desk now and the shirts of both were fully unbuttoned so that every time
they moved, one or other of their tits was

   exposed: Betty was toying idly with her microphone cock; Tina's hands
were below the level of the desk.  "Zip Down
have a two point advantage to take with them which must make them

favourites, but from what we've seen, Intercourse

   are not the team to give up without a fight."

   "What went wrong for Intercourse in the last round?" Tina asked
distractedly.

   "One of their dogs got distracted by something on the course and left
his bitch stranded.  Actually, if it hadn't

   been for that, they would have had a better time than Zip Down but now
they trail by two." She grinned.  "Tell me,

   what was it that distracted you."

   "The Great Dane," Tina said, staring into space.  She absent-mindedly
started playing with her left nipple.

   "Yes, he was quite a beast, wasn't he?" Betty's tone was teasing and she
was on the edge of laughter.

   "Quite a beast?" Tina was suddenly animated.  "Did you see the size of
his balls?  Imagine licking those, sucking

   them into your mouth.  And then his cock!  So thick and long!  I can
only guess how that would feel sliding into my

   cunt!" For a moment, her eyes closed and she moaned, adding as an after
thought, "And my asshole.  Do you know

   something, Betty, as soon as this is over, I'm gonna find me a large dog
and get it to fuck my brains out!" Once

   more, she moaned.

   Betty laughed out loud.  "You're not wanking with that microphone again,
are you?"

   "No, I'm saving that for later.  At the moment I'm just using it
to....occupy space."

   The two women laughed and then Betty suddenly put her finger up to her
earpiece.  She listened for a little while

   and then turned to Tina.  "That was the director telling me off.  He
wants us to get back on topic and stop using the

   word cunt on air."

   "Cunt?"

   "Cunt."

   "What's wrong with cunt?"

   "He thinks some viewers might be offended."

   "By cunt?"

   "Yes.  He said if we have to use a word, use pussy."

   Tina snorted derisively.  "Pussy!?  My cunt isn't a pussy!  It's not
some furry little thing that you stroke gently

   and pet.  It's a gash!  A wet deep fuck hole that swallows and clenches
and slimes and squirts!" She paused to catch

   her breath and then chuckled.  "I'll tell you what, let's ask the
viewers." She leaned forward and looked directly

   into the camera, her shirt gaping.  "If you want us to carry on saying
cunt, text CUNT to 810445; if you would

   prefer another word, text it to the same number."

   Betty laughed.  "You are so bad, Tina, but before the director blows a
gasket, perhaps we should tell the viewers

   about the last, Mystery round." She picked up a gold coloured envelope
and held it for the camera.  "In this

   envelope are the details of the last round.  We have not been allowed to
open until now, so nobody but the judges

   know what is written inside: even the teams are only now being told."

   She tore her finger across the top of the envelope and pulled out a
piece of paper.  She scanned it for a moment and

   then read it out.

   "The final round of the competition is a contest to measure the
aggressiveness of the bitches.  We have all seen how

   aggressive dogs can be with each other and this event is designed to
test that.  The structure is as follows.

   "During the morning, all the mistresses were given a pair of identical
white panties and asked to wear them for the

   rest of the day so that they become soaked with their fragrance.  Each
contains a miniature chip which will identify

   their owner.  The mistresses will now be asked to remove them and the
garments will placed in a pile in the centre

   of the arena.  The bitches will be lined up on the start line and on the
sound of the hooter, they will race to

   retrieve their mistresses' panties.  As these are all identical, the
only thing they will have to help them is their

   scent.

   "Other than that, there are no rules: the bitches can use any method
they want to retrieve the panties.  The first

   team to get all its members over the finish line with the correct
garments will be awarded five points, the second

   four points, the third three and the second two."

   For a moment, the two women stared at each other, their mouths hanging
open.

   "Oh my fucking God," breathed Tina.  "That is so exciting, so
perverted."

   "I didn't think that anything could get more humiliating," said Betty,
now with one hand under the table, "but this

   is something else!  I mean, it reduces them to just animals, like feral
dogs fighting over a bone."

   They were silent again, each anticipating the possibilities.

   Suddenly Tina giggled.  "I can't wait!" she said.

   **

   Coach Wagner eased her way down the last of the steps and stepped
carefully on to the grass at the edge of the

   stadium.  She had lost track of time.  She had lain on the table for
what seemed an age, feeling the piss drying and

   the girls' cunt cream forming a crust on her skin.  She had touched
herself softly, running her fingers through her

   folds and over her sore anus and sighed in the utter happiness of a
dream that had been realised.  They owned her

   now, they had marked her and she would do anything they told her, the
more degrading and humiliating the better.

   She would be their slave, their slut, just three holes for them to fuck,
to use, to abuse.

   Now, as she stood on the grass, her asshole still throbbing, she giggled
to herself: the first thing she would do

   was buy some butt plugs to stretch her brown hole for them and she
wondered with a shiver of excitement what a fist

   would feel like buried in her rectum.

   She looked out over the arena and saw the teams gathered in their
standing areas.  They didn't need her now, she

   thought and felt a momentary pang of regret.  She had prepared them as
well as she could and now it was up to them,

   and anyway, somehow it didn't seem to matter anymore: her life had
changed.

   "Coach Wagner!"

   The sound of her name brought her out of her thoughts and she stopped
and turned and saw Megan coming towards her.

   "Where are you going?" Megan asked breathlessly.

   The coach saw the anxious look on the girl's face.  "I was going to get
changed, Mistress," she said.  "My job is

   over now."

   "Please don't go, Coach!" Megan cried desperately.  "It's the final
round and we are two points behind and we need

   your help!"

   The coach smiled.  Perhaps I can be useful just once more, she thought
to herself, if nothing else to say thank you

   for the wonderful gift they had given her.  "Of course, Mistress," she
said, a sudden energy running through her,

   and followed Megan across to the team.

   **

   "The tension out in the arena at the moment is so strong you could cut
it with a knife!" Betty exclaimed.  "The

   teams have been given ten minutes to plan their tactics and they are all
huddled together working out what they are

   going to do.  And remember," she added excitedly, "they had no idea this
was going to happen.  They haven't had a

   chance to practise so the bitches will have make it up as they go
along!" She moaned softly, her hand moving under

   the desk.  "Tina, what tactics do you think they'll use?"

   Tina laughed.  "Fuck knows!  It seems to me they will have two problems.
The panties are going to be piled up so

   there will be a real scrum to retrieve them.  And, the panties are all
identical: can you imagine the delicious
smell!?  The bitches might find it difficult to pick up their

mistresses' scent." She gave a dirty chuckle.  "If it

   was me, I'd just be licking every gusset I could find!"

   "Oh fuck!" Betty cried.  "The thought of that makes me so fucking wet!"
She closed her eyes for a moment and seemed

   to shudder before asking, "Who do you think is going to win?"

   "It could be anybody.  I reckon Zip Down have an advantage: some of
their bitches are on the plump side and they all

   seem pretty aggressive.  Do you remember Coco in the Hunting event: she
knocked Baby Girl over like a linebacker!"

   "That's bad news for Intercourse," Betty said.  "They are already two
points behind."

   "You're right Betty, they've certainly got their work cut out." Tina
fondled her left breast ostentatiously.  "But

   of course we must be impartial." An expression of pure lust crossed her
face.  "To be honest, I just want to see the

   bitches fight!  Lots of biting and scratching and especially pussy and
tit punishment!"

   "Mmmm," Betty moaned.  "You have the most deliciously filthy mind, you
darling girl." She reached out and picked up

   a piece of paper.  "And speaking of your dirty mind, it seems that the
votes have been pouring in regarding your

   unofficial poll."

   "The cunt poll?"

   "Yes, darling, the cunt poll.  It seems our viewers agree with you.  92%
voted in favour so far.  Apparently the votes

   have been coming in almost to fast to count.  The director is a bit
pissed off but he has withdrawn his objection

   and said we can say anything we like."

   Tina grinned.  "So if I say that I I feel so fucking horny that I can't
stop playing with my cunt, that's ok?"

   "I'm sure that he can have no objection," Betty said with mock
seriousness.  "Just as it would be if I were to say

   that my cunt is so wet that my cunt juices have soaked into the seat of
my chair.  All perfectly acceptable!"

   The two women stared at each other and then burst out laughing.

   "Do you realise, Betty Green, that I cannot wait to fuck your brains out
on this desk?"

   Betty brought to wet fingers up to her mouth and licked them.  "I can
think of nothing I want more, Tina Bird, but

   first we need to see what happens in this last round."

   "You are absolutely right," Tina grinned.  "We owe it to our viewers to
keep them informed, even if we can't stop

   fingering our cunts!"

   "Absolutely!" Betty said, on the edge of laughter again.  "After all, we
are professionals!"

   **

   We were gathered round in in a huddle and I could see the tension on the
mistresses's faces.  I felt it too, a

   nervousness in my stomach: we were two points behind which meant that we
somehow needed to win while Zip Down came

   last.  If that wasn't bad enough, the whole event depended so much on
chance.  I looked at the others and saw that

   they had worked it out too and a sense of gloom hung over us.

   "Here comes Coach," Karen cried and we all turned to look at her.  She
looked different somehow and she was smiling

   and I wondered what on earth she had to smile about, given the
circumstances.

   Megan explained what was happening, trying to hide the anxiety in her
voice and Coach listened silently, nodding

   every now and again.

   "What should we do?" Megan said finally, holding out her hands in
desperation.

   Coach Wagner didn't speak to begin with, staring down at the ground deep
in thought for what seemed like ages, and

   then a smile spread about her face.

   "If we are going to win," she said calmly, "we have to defeat Zip Down,
and to do that, we need to act as a team,

   not as individuals.  Hopefully the other teams will make that mistake
and if they do, we can use that to help us."

   She paused, planning her words.  "Because of the way the game is set up,
each bitch in the other teams will be

   focusing on getting to the pile, finding her mistress's panties and then
racing to the finish line.  That is just a

   lottery.  Remember that the times are taken from when the last bitch in
the team crosses the finish line, so even if

   one or two of them finish fast, anything could happen to the others.  I
think that is where team tactics will come

   in."

   I looked round at the others: like me they seemed less anxious now; the
coach seemed so confident, so in control.

   "The plan is this," she continued firmly.  "The first thing the bitches
must do is get to the pile as fast as they

   can and find the right panties..."

   "But...," Zoe began to say but Coach Wagner held up her hand.

   "I know that is difficult," she said, "but we might have an advantage
here.  As part of our training, the puppy

   girls had the chance to familiarise themselves with the scent of each of
your cunts." A smile played around her

   eyes and she looked down at us.  "From what I have heard, this was not
always the case with the other teams.  So, if

   as you search you find the panties of another of our mistresses, you can
pull them out of the pile and throw them

   to one side."

   Fuck, I would never have thought of that, I said to myself.

   "Next, when you find the right ones, you must resist the temptation to
run back to the finish immediately.  Look

   around quickly for the bitches from Zip Down and do whatever you ever
you can to obstruct them.  Remember, there are

   no rules, you can bite, scratch, kick, barge, whatever you want.  Go for
their vulnerable parts, especially their

   cunts." She chuckled unexpectedly.  "Nothing is more likely to slow them
down than kicking or biting their cunts."

   Bite?  Scratch?  Kick?  An uneasy feeling crept over me.  How could I do
that: they were just mothers, like me.  I

   glanced at the others and could see they were thinking the same thing.

   The coach's face grew serious again.  "Whatever happens, you must
concentrate on what is happening around you: you

   don't want to be fighting with the bitches from Zip Down only to find
that Bikini Bottom and Climax have already

   finished.  Do what you can to disrupt them, slow them down, but only for
about thirty seconds or so, and then get

   over the finish line."

   She stopped and looked up at the mistresses and they nodded their heads
in approval.

   "I really like you plan, coach," said Megan, "but one thing worries me.
You said that the bitches needed to get to

   the pile as fast as they can, but so will all the others.  What happens
is they get caught up in the rush?"

   Coach Wagner nodded and smiled.  "I've thought of that and there is a
solution." She turned and looked down at us

   again.  "When you go to the start line, line up altogether as a team. 
If you have to, push in, but make sure that

   you are next to each other.  Not only that, but I want you in a certain
order.  We have found in practice that Baby

   Girl, Peaches and Cricket are the fastest runners: they go in the
middle. Foofu and Dinky-Pooh take up the outside

   positions, one each side.  As soon as the hooter sounds you charge
forward as a sort of phalanx, Dinky-Pooh and

   Foofu using their strength to hold off any bitch outside them and so
clearing a path for Baby Girl, Peaches and

   Cricket so they can run at full speed."

   "Cool plan!" cried Zoe and the other Mistresses nodded in agreement:
they suddenly seemed more confident.  The idea

   made me more confident too, but I was still worried about the
aggression: I knew that I would do anything to

   protect those who were dear to me, but the idea of cold-blooded violence
really frightened me.  I thought of the

   others: I knew Mary could be pretty feisty, but Cindy and Maggie were
certainly not aggressive, and Barb wouldn't

   say Boo to a goose.

   Coach Wagner was looking at me and she seemed to be reading my thoughts
because she turned to the mistresses and

   said, "Can I talk to the puppy girls?"

   "Go ahead," said Megan, and the coach knelt down in front of us.  I
couldn't believe it: she smelt of piss and cunt,

   not just hers but others which I vaguely recognised.

   "I can guess what you are all thinking, puppy girls," she said softly.
"You are worried about fighting.  You are

   wondering whether you have it in you to be violent, to kick and bite and
scratch.  You might even be thinking that

   to be like that, you will be no better than animals." She paused.  "Look
at your daughters."

   We all looked.  Angie was looking down at me, smiling, and as our eyes
met, the love that I had for her welled up

   inside me.

   "Their future is in your hands.  You have done so well and are so close,
but if you want win, now is the time to get

   angry.  I want you to think of all the people who have sneered at you or
laughed at you, or insulted you.  Think of

   how they have humiliated you or abused you or rejected you.  Can't you
remember how horrible that felt, to be

   treated like whores and bitches?  Can't you remember how they hurt you,
how humiliated you were?  But all the time

   you couldn't show it because of the sacrifice you were making for your
daughters.  Can you remember the anger that

   you felt inside but could never show?"

   She was right!  I suddenly remembered the woman who called me a whore in
the Mall, the way she looked at me, as if I

   was dirt.  And then there was Ida and Bill, making me watch them fuck. I
thought of Ida grinding her shitty asshole

   against my mouth and shuddered.  Without thinking, I barked my
agreement.

   "It's time to let that anger out, bitches," the coach continued, her
voice rising.  "It's time to make up for all

   the hurt and humiliation.  Look at the Zip Down team."

   We all looked, even the mistresses.  Like us they seemed to huddled in a
group.  I could see Coco looking over at us

   and noticed that her mistress seem to be talking animatedly.

   "You need be in no doubt that they will play dirty, and don't forget
what one of them did to Baby Girl in the

   Hunting round.  Do you really want to see them win, to steal for their
daughters the opportunity that you have all

   worked so hard for?"

   I heard Cricket growl.

   "Do you want that to happen?" the coach repeated, her voice rising.

   This time we all growled.

   "So will you fight to stop them?"

   We all barked in unison.

   "I can't hear you!" the coach said, almost shouting.  "Will you use your
anger to stop them winning?"

   We all barked again as loud as we could, our tails wagging.  I felt
suddenly energised and angry and determined.  She

   was right: they had played dirty already and we could not let them win;
they didn't deserve it.

   Coach Wagner smiled and then stood up and turned to the mistresses.  "We
have a few minutes left," she said quickly.

   "I want you to get your bitches to smell your cunts so that the scent is
fresh in their memories, but under no

   circumstances let their mouths or noses touch you.  If they do that,
your essences will be so strong that they will

   block out any other smells."

   She turned back to us and said, "Good luck, and be angry!" and then
stepped to the side and called Foofu to her.

   She knelt down and whispered to her, and I saw a look of shock cross
Barb's face.  The coach whispered some more and

   Barb grinned and nodded and then ran over to Zoe.

   I saw Angie sit down on the grass and heard her call me and at once
bounded over to her.  She smiled at me and

   opened her legs slowly, pulling her panties to one side.  I could see
her slit glistening in the afternoon light.

   "Sniff my cunt, " she said softly and then used her fingers to stretch
the lips apart.  I dipped my head under her

   skirt and could see the red interior coated with cunt cream.  As I
looked, I could see her squeezing and tensing the

   walls and thick trickle of juice slid slowly out and down towards her
asshole.  I breathed in deeply, almost overpowered by the fragrance that I
adored so much and it ignited my spirit: I would do anything for my
daughter,

   anything, even if I had to behave like a savage animal.

   A whistle blew suddenly and our mistresses brought us quickly to the sit
position.  A young boy of about twelve

   appeared carrying a basket, and as he walked from team to team, the
mistresses took off their panties amid a chorus

   of giggles and threw them into it.  He then walked to a mark on the
grass about fifty yards away and emptied the

   basket onto the ground, taking time to make sure they were well mixed
up. As he walked back, he smiled and licked

   his fingers and the crowd roared with laughter.

   The whistle blew again and a judge called out, "OK, bitches, line up on
the start line!" and immediately the five

   of us ran to the line.  Somehow we got there as a group, although
Dink-Pooh had to shoulder someone out of the way,

   and we stood tight together, preventing anyone from pushing in between
us.  I looked to either side of me and

   noticed that we were the only team who were grouped together, and I said
a silent thank you to the coach.

   Now all we could do was wait for the hooter.

   **

   "Can you see any hint of what the teams are planning, Tina?" Betty
asked. They were both sitting close to each

   other at the desk, and in identical positions: slouched back in their
chairs with their feet wide spread resting on

   the desk.  The hands of both them, out of sight, moved slowly in their
laps.

   "Hard to tell, Sweetlips.  Bikini Bottom and Climax just seem to be
milling about, but Zip Down and Intercourse are

   huddled together talking." She moaned sensuously.  "Coco's mistress
seems to be the one doing all the talking." She

   giggled.  "I wouldn't like to get on the wrong side of her!"

   "I know which side you'd like," Betty laughed.  "The under side.  Do you
think Zip Down will play dirty?  They did in

   the Hunting."

   Tina let out a long sigh.  "Oh I hope so," she moaned.

   For a minute the two women were quiet, staring into space, and in the
silence, the microphones captured the wet

   clicking as they fingered themselves.

   "What about Intercourse?" Betty said suddenly.

   Tina snorted and then burst into laughter.  "That would be lovely,
darling, but hadn't we better wait till this

   finishes?"

   Betty reached over and flicked Tina's nipple.  "Bad girl!" she grinned.
"You know what I meant, although I will hold

   you to that later."

   Tina stretched her hand over towards Betty's lap and then brought it to
her mouth, her fingers glistening.  "You'd

   better," she said and then glanced up at her monitor.  Her eyes widened
and she removed her feet from the desk and

   sat up, her tits falling out of her open shirt.  "Oh my fucking God!"
she cried.  "Look at Intercourse!"

   Looking at her monitor, Betty sat up as well and moaned loudly.  "Oh
shit!  What are they doing!?" she said

   breathlessly.

   Tina stared at the screen.  "I think the Mistresses are letting their
bitches sniff their cunts!"

   "Oh fuck!" Betty moaned and she stood up slowly, absorbed in her own
lust.  At some time she had taken of her skirt

   and her hand was buried in her panties.  "Just imagine, Tina," she said
in a sort of breathless wonder.

   Tina glanced across her and then back to the monitor.  "Rub it girl!"
she said, her own hand moving below the desk.

   "Look at little Karen.  She's only nine.  Imagine sliding your finger
into her tight little cunt."

   "Nnnngh!" Betty's eyes were closed now, her hand a blur.

   "Or her sitting on your mouth.  Grinding herself against you."

   "NNnnngggghhh!"

   "Your tongue deep in her squelchy fuck hole."

   "Oh fuckkkkkkkk!"

   "Her pre-teen cunt cream flooding into your mouth."

   "NNnnnnnnggggggggghhhh!" Betty's body went stiff as her orgasm hit her,
riding her buried fingers as her body

   convulsed and jerked.  She grunted, a long deep guttural sound of animal
lust, and slowly sank back down into her

   chair, panting heavily, her eyes closed.

   Tina looked across at her and giggled.  "Good girl," she said.  "I would
love to say that the viewers enjoyed that as

   much as I did but I suspect they are all watching what is happening in
the arena."

   Betty smiled and moaned contentedly, opening her eyes and looking at the
monitor: a drone cam was tracking along
the line of mistresses, capturing close up shots of each of them as they

took off their panties and placed them in

   a basket carried by a small boy.  "Oh god!" she said languidly and
laughed.  "I don't think my cunt can take much

   more of this!"

   **

   The moment the hooter sounded I threw myself forward and ran as fast as
my four legs would carry me.  The noise of

   the crowd was deafening and knowing that most of them would be cheering
for Intercourse spurred me on.  Out of the

   corners of my eyes I could see Peaches and Cricket beside me but beyond
them I could also see some of the other

   bitches keeping up with us.  Suddenly, on my left I saw Foofu veer to
the side and heard a loud cry as the bitch

   next to her tripped and tumbled over, colliding in turn with the puppy
girl next to her.  I heard further cries and

   yelps and wondered if more had fallen but I had to concentrate on the
pile and didn't dare look round.  Almost at

   once I heard a scream from my left and more yelps and realised that
Dinky-Pooh had had the same idea and I silently

   blessed Maggie and Barb for their cleverness.

   I reached the pile just ahead of Peaches and Cricket and, lowering my
head, aimed for the middle and ploughed into

   the panties with my nose.  I was suddenly overwhelmed by the scent of
cunts, so many different cunts, like a rainbow

   of fragrances.  It was delicious but I realised at once that I would
never find Angie's panties like this and raised

   my head and sniffed more carefully.

   At once, I caught a scent I recognized: Zoe.  Memories of her juicy
little slit on the night I spent with her when

   we swapped mistresses flooded into my mind and I grabbed them with my
teeth and threw them to my left where Foofu

   was likely to be.

   As I started sniffing again, I felt someone behind me trying to push me
out of the way and I kicked back as hard as

   I could with my back legs.  I made contact with something solid and
heard a loud grunt of pain and then the pushing

   stopped and I returned to my search.

   There were other noses in the pile now, sniffing with the same
desperation that I was and around me I could hear

   yelps and cries as bitches fought each other to get close.  To my right
I heard Cricket bark excitedly and lunge

   forward, pulling back with a pair of panties in her mouth and then
disappearing behind me.  Almost at once, I heard

   a cry and a bitch whimpering and I wondered if it was her or if she was
following the coach's instructions.

   Suddenly, a bitch I recognised from Zip Down jumped in front of me on
top of the pile, knocking me back slightly

   and blocking my access.  She started rooting through the panties and I
tried to push against her but she was strong

   and I couldn't move her.  As she sniffed and trampled she began to turn
until I found myself staring at her ass.

   Coach Wagner's words echoed in my head: I had wondered then if I was
capable of such violence but now, in the heat

   of the moment with the adrenalin pumping in my stomach, I didn't
hesitate.

   I crouched down and found my target: her cunt was large, with hanging
swollen lips and I could see that it was wet.

   I set myself and sprang forward, my mouth wide open, my teeth bared.  My
nose hit her just below her anus and the

   power of my spring raised her back legs off the ground, opening my
target for me.

   I bit down as hard as I could, feeling my teeth sink into the soft wet
flesh of her cunt lips and juice seemed to

   squirt into my mouth.  For an instant, nothing seemed to happen and I
clamped down my jaw until my teeth seemed to

   meet.  Then there was an ear-splitting howl and the flesh in my mouth
began to tear as the bitch desperately tried

   to pull away.  I pulled back slightly, stretching her, and the howl
changed to a scream.  She was trying to move her

   feet, clawing at the ground, and with a final waggle of my head, I
released her.  She kicked forward, her only

   thought to escape from the pain, and she ran blindly, howling in agony,
knocking over several other bitches in her

   desperation.

   For a moment, I was frozen, her scream still ringing in my ears and her
taste in my mouth, but a jolt from an

   unseen body brought me back to my senses.  I looked down at the pile: in
her urgency to escape, the bitch had kicked

   it up and unbelievably, as soon as I started to sniff I smelt Angie.  I
quickly found the panties and grabbed them,

   using my tongue and teeth to pull them deeper into my mouth.

   I backed out of the scrum and tried to get my bearings.  Coach had said
to obstruct Zip Down before running for the

   line, but I wasn't sure how much time had passed.  I looked towards the
finish and there seemed to be only two puppy

   girls who had finished.  I looked around and saw Dinky-Pooh and Peaches
both charging into bitches near the pile,

   but I couldn't see Cricket.  Suddenly I heard her growling behind me and
span round: she was nose to nose with

   another puppy girl who was trying to pull Megan's panties out of her
mouth.  It was Coco.

   The coach had said be angry, and fuck, I was angry now.  She had barged
me over in the hunting round and now she was

   trying to steal Cricket's panties.  I took a deep breath and charged.

   She was side on to me and didn't see me coming.  When I hit her, her
body seemed to crumple against me and she fell

   sideways.  We rolled together and ended in a heap with me on top.  I
stood over her and growled, expecting her to try

   to get up, but I must have winded her because she just lay there, trying
to catch her breath in short, painful

   moans.

   I realised it was time I got back.  I gripped Angie's delicious panties
in my mouth and looked around.  Cricket and

   Peaches were running back to the finish line and Dinky-Pooh was close
behind them, but I couldn't see Foofu.  I knew

   I should be running back, but I wondered if she was in trouble and if I
should try to help her.  I stopped in an

   agony of indecision but then I saw her.

   She was transformed.  The Barb I knew was a gentle timid woman but the
Foofu I saw now seemed like a ball of anger

   and aggression.  She was on the far side of the scrum around the pile
and I saw her setting herself, Zoe's panties

   held tightly in her mouth.  As I watched, she charged into them,
scattering bitches like nine pins, and skidded to

   to a halt on top of the unclaimed panties.  I wondered what on earth she
was doing, and then gasped.

   She squatted down and started to piss, moving her ass so that the yellow
stream covered the pile.  For a few

   seconds, the bitches around her seemed to freeze, either in shock or
disbelief, long enough for the spray to

   saturate everything.

   Suddenly I understood that whispered conversation with Coach Wagner: she
had told Foofu to piss on the pile, to

   hide and confuse the scents and make it harder for the bitches to sniff
out the ones they were looking for.  Just

   in time, as the scrum began to realise what was happening, Foofu sprang
forward and started towards the finish line

   and I turned and sprinted after her.

   We crossed the line together and were met by Cricket, Peaches and
Dinky-Pooh, wagging their tails and barking

   excitedly.  Trying to catch my breath, I glanced quickly around the
finishing area: there were some bitches from

   other teams there, but we were the first team to get everyone over the
line.

   We were first!

   The mistresses ran over to us and petted us and I grinned as Zoe put her
arms around Foofu's neck and told her how

   clever she was.  The crowd cheered and started to chant, "Intercourse!
Intercourse!" and I felt exhilarated but I

   also knew that we couldn't start celebrating yet: we might have won, but
if we were to get the three points we

   needed, Zip Down had to come last.

   The others must have had the same thought and we all turned and look
back towards the pile.

   **

   "That was fucking genius from start to finish!" Tina cried.  "I never
thought that Intercourse would be so devious

   and play so fucking dirty!"

   She and Betty were the same as before, their shirts completely
unbuttoned and their voluptuous tits fully exposed,

   but they were sitting up at their desks and both were more animated than
before.

   "And it's not over yet!" Betty continued excitedly.  "Intercourse may
have won the event, but the whole competition

   depends on where Zip Down finish."

   "It looks like they're struggling, Betty.  Coco still seems groggy after
being taken out by Baby Girl, and another

   of their bitches looks in real agony.  Not only that, but pissing over
the pile has made things really difficult!"

   "It certainly looks bad for them but it depends on the other teams and
everything is happening so quickly.  Looking

   at the finish line, I can see that Climax have three finishers, Bikini
Bottom two and Zip down only one."

   "There's a real dogfight going on around the panty pile," Tina said with
breathless excitement.  "They really are

   behaving like animals now.  I've seen one of the Climax bitches with her
teeth buried in the left tit of a Zip Down

   bitch: it looks as if she's almost bitten the nipple off and there's
blood everywhere.  There's a girl from Bikini
Bottom whose just had her cunt kicked in and she's rolling on the ground

howling!"

   "One more from Climax has just finished," cried Betty, "and there's a
bitch from Zip Down stumbling in.  Fuck, she

   looks in a bad way: I think she must have had her pussy bitten because
there's blood trickling down her thighs."

   "I don't believe what I'm seeing!" Tina exclaimed.  "I'm not surprised
the organisers kept this round a secret!  It's

   so deliciously depraved!  It's turned them into animals!" She laughed.
"I bet Dr Swan is just creaming her pants!  I

   wish I ........"

   "Sorry to interrupt your lusting," Betty cried out excitedly, "but it
looks like the scrum is breaking up!  There

   are four...no, five heading towards the finish line.  Jesus!  They're
covered in filth and some of them are

   bleeding!"

   "One of them is Climax!" Tina shouted.  "That means that Climax have all
finished.  That just leaves Bikini Bottom

   and Zip Down!"

   "Two of them are Bikini Bottom bitches!" Betty was standing up now,
carried away by the tension.  "I can't make out

   the other one."

   "I think she's Zip Down," Tina said uncertainly.

   "You're right, it must be.  There are only three left and one of them is
the bikini Bottom bitch who got kicked in

   the cunt!  That means the other two must be Zip Down!"

   "Of fuck, I can't cope with the excitement," Tina exclaimed.

   "I can see Coco out there.  She seems to be trying to look after the
bitch with the bitten nipple but it's hard to

   see what's going on.  There are no cameras close at the moment."

   "Oh My God!" Tina yelled.  "I've just worked out who the Bikini Bottom
bitch is.  It's Poppy!"

   "Poppy?"

   "You know?  The bitch who got so beaten up this morning.  She's got her
panties and she's hobbling back towards the

   line.  Shit, you can see the pain on her face!"

   "Holy fuck!" Betty gasped.  "You know what that means, don't you?" The
two women stared at each other.  "If she gets

   to the line, Zip Down will be fourth.  Intercourse will have won the
competition!"

   **

   As I watched from the finish line, the feeling of elation left me.  It
wasn't just the tension: it was a growing

   sense of shock and shame.  I had known that today would be about
humiliation and I accepted that for Angie's sake,

   but this was more than that.  This was complete degradation: we had been
turned into savage animals and I was as

   guilty of that as everybody else.  Now, as I watched the puppy girls
return, bruised and bleeding, I couldn't help

   but remember that, just like me, they were just mothers trying to do the
best for their daughters.

   Angie was standing beside me, stroking my head gently.  "It's all right,
Baby Girl," she said softly, "you've done

   nothing wrong." Yet again I marvelled at her maturity.  She was only
twelve, but she seemed to be able to read me

   like a book and know just how to reassure me.

   I stared out into the arena and despite my misgivings, my heart was
thumping.  Poppy was struggling towards the line

   and she looked in great pain.  I found myself willing her on: if she
could just get across the line, then we will

   have won; it will all be over!

   I looked further back.  Coco seemed to be trying to help the injured Zip
Down bitch.  She had fetched a pair of

   panties and dropped them in front of her, and when she had taken them in
her mouth, she seemed to trying to help

   her to stand up on all fours.  I glanced back at Poppy; she was closer
but her progress was agonizingly slow.

   Around me, I could hear the crowd shouting and some of them were
chanting her name; they knew as well as we did

   what it meant for her to finish quickly.

   When I looked back towards where the pile had been, Coco had managed to
get her team mate to her feet and was

   supporting her as she began to head back towards the line, but her steps
were slow and she was finding it hard to

   balance.  At this rate, I thought to myself with growing excitement,
they would never catch up with Poppy!  Even as I

   thought it, I saw Coco look up and across towards the finishing line. 
She seemed to lower her head and whisper

   something, dropped the panties she was carrying, and then set off
running and for a second I wondered what on earth

   she was doing.

   Then I froze.  She wasn't running for the finish, but towards the
hapless Poppy who was still struggling forward.  As

   Coco got closer to her target she accelerated and charged into her with
all the strength she could muster.  Poppy

   screamed with shock and agony and rolled over and over sideways, the
panties that she had carried so carefully

   flying up into the air and falling onto the grass.  Coco skidded to a
halt, picked them up and ran back to where the

   pile had been and dropped them.  Then she ran forward to rejoin her
companion, picking up her mistress's panties on

   the way, and began to guide her towards the finish.

   I stared in disbelief.  Around me, the crowd had fallen almost silent as
we watched their hesitating steps, just one

   or two calling out Poppy's name in some sort of desperate encouragement.
I looked across at her.  She was trying to

   get onto her feet but every time she collapsed back down with a cry of
pain and my heart dropped: there was no way

   she could recover enough to stand, let alone go back and collect her
panties.

   After all the violence and excitement, it was a strange scene.  Coco
guided her companion with the utmost care,

   supporting her and steering her patiently towards the line, pausing
whenever she needed it.  As they got closer, it

   became clear why the bitch was so weak: what seemed like a hunk of flesh
seemed to hanging from her left breast and

   blood was dripping copiously from it onto the ground.

   Coco too bore the scars of the violence: there were the angry red marks
of what appeared to be teeth in her left

   ass cheek and a large swollen bruise in her flank where I had barged
her. I wondered if she knew it had been me and

   felt a sudden remorse.

   As they finally approached the line, something unexpected happened: the
crowd who had mostly watched their return

   in silence, began to clap; just one or two at first, but then more and
more.  I felt a sudden rush of admiration for

   her, and along with it, gratitude.  Like the rest of us, she had done
what she had to do, but her tenderness with

   her injured team mate showed that we were not animals.

   It was only after she crossed the line and the hooter blew and the
medics had run out to poor Poppy that I

   remembered the consequences.  Coco's quick-wittedness had snatched our
victory from us and now our scores were

   level.

   Except, this had been the last round.  There were no more......

   **

   Bikini Bottom.  77 Climax.  80 Intercourse.  87 Zip Down.  87

   **

   "For those of you who have only just got in, or who are recovering from
multiple orgasms, or are simply confused,

   let's just remind ourselves how things stand." The two women were still
sitting at the desk, but now there was an

   empty chair between them.  Tina's face and chest were flushed and her
nipples swollen.  "At the end of the final

   event, Zip Down and Intercourse have tied the lead with 87 points each.
Like the rest of you, we have absolutely no

   idea what will happen next but we have been told that Dr Swan is on the
way to our studio to tell us." She paused

   and let out her breath slowly.  "Any ideas what they might get have
planned, Betty?"

   "Absolutely no idea!" Betty smiled weakly and fondled her breasts
absent-mindedly.  "To be honest, I don't see how

   they can top what's just happened." She pinched one of her nipples.  "It
was just awesome!  My cunt's still

   throbbing."

   "Fuck yes!  Mine too!" As if to confirm it, Tina's hand disappeared
below the desk.  "And I never expected the

   result.  After what we've seen, both teams seem to deserve it.  Do you
think they'll award the prize to both teams?"

   Betty shook her head languidly.  "No.  I was speaking to one of the
organisers yesterday and he said there was only

   funding available for one team to win, so there will have to be some
sort of play-off."

   "That's going to be a real problem for Zip Down.  I think they only have
two or three team members who aren't

   injured."

   "Yes," agreed Betty, "Intercourse have a real advantage.  It looks like
they only have a few cuts and bruises."

   "Do you the organisers even thought that it would end in a dead heat?"

   Out of shot, there was the sound of a door opening and then closing.

   "Well it looks like we have just the person to tell us," Betty said,
smiling.  "Welcome back, Dr Swan."

   "Thank you," she said, and laughed.  "I see you two have really got into
the spirit of the competition.  Isn't it

   amazing?  I've lost count of the number of times I've cum today!"

   "You're not the only one," Tina giggled.  "We just can't keep our
fingers out of our pussies!"

   "We are hoping that you will be able to tell us what is going to happen
next," said Betty.  "We were wondering if

   the organisers had prepared for a dead heat?"

   Dr Swan smiled enigmatically.  "Oh yes," she said firmly.  "We always
realised that the situation might arise and we

   have prepared for it.  We simply decided that it would be wiser to tell
the competitors if and when it happened."

   "It would be wiser?" Tina said, raising her eyebrows.  "That sounds very
intriguing, Dr Swan.  Please explain: our

   audience is dying to know."

   "So are we!" laughed Betty.

   "Well first of all, we needed to know how many teams would have the same
score in order to organise what we have

   planned.  As it is only two, that makes things very simple, but it could
have been all four.  In this case, only

   Intercourse and Zip Down will be competing: for the two other teams, the
competition is over.  Secondly, we needed

   to know what state the teams are in.  As we have all seen, thanks to
Intercourse's brilliant tactics, Zip Down only

   have two bitches who are in a fit state to compete.  We have always
anticipated this possibility and realised that,

   after all the excitement of the day, a play-off could be a real
anticlimax."

   She paused and licked her lips.

   "Finally, and most importantly, you will have noticed that the
competition has been structured to test the bitches'

   willingness to submit to more and more humiliating events.  We felt that
in the event of a tie, this needed to

   continue." She smiled.  "You might think that nothing could be more
humiliating than the last event, but we believe

   that any teams who have proved equal at this stage should be prepared to
submit themselves to the ultimate

   humiliation."

   She stopped, and for a moment there was silence.

   "What??!" cried Tina.

   Dr.  Swan composed herself, enjoying the tension she had created.  "The
activity that we have chosen is entirely

   voluntary.  The bitches from each team who decide to accept the
challenge will be marked on their performance in

   order to decide the winner.  If one team has no volunteers, then the
other will win, provided that one bitch accepts

   the challenge.  However, if there are no volunteers at all, then both
teams will be disqualified and the prize will

   go to the team finishing third."

   She stopped again.

   "Stop teasing us!" Betty cried.  "What do they have to??"

   Dr.  Swan let the tension build before she spoke.

   "Be fucked by a dog," she said.

   **

   We were all in a state of shock.  We had been taken back to the back
stage area while organisers prepared for the

   play-off, but we had no idea what going to happen and had waited with
nervous excitement.  Then they told us: at

   least one of us had to fuck a dog!  In the arena!  Watched by thousands!

   I looked at the others: Cricket and Peaches were staring at each other,
shaking their heads, and Marge was

   frowning, lost in thought.  Worst of all was Barb: she had gone very
pale and tears were running down her face.  Our

   mistresses looked worried as well and even Coach Wagner, who had been so
upbeat, looked anxious.

   Fuck!  What the hell should I do?  Yes, I had fucked Tommy, or should I
say been fucked by him, but I had never told

   anyone.  What would the others say if I said I would do it?  What would
Angie say?  What would she think of me?

   My thoughts were interrupted by someone shouting and I turned towards
the voice.

   "You stupid fucking bitch, you'll do what I tell you to do!" It was
Coco's mistress.  She was standing over Coco who

   was crouched down on the floor sobbing and shaking her head.

   "Are you telling me you refuse, you selfish cunt?" the girl yelled, her
voice full of spite.

   Coco looked up at her, her eyes flowing with tears, and then nodded
slowly.  For a moment, her daughter stared at

   her and then slapped her hard across the face.  Coco wailed loudly and
collapsed down onto the floor, her body

   shaking with her sobs.

   A nearby judge walked over to the Zip Down group and talked quietly to
the mistresses for a moment and then came

   over to us.  He called our mistresses to him and then spoke to them
softly so we could not here, before walking

   away.  The mistresses whispered among themselves for a few minutes and
then turned and looked at us.  I noticed that

   Karen was crying.

   Coach Wagner stepped forward.  "The judge has just told us that no one
from the Zip Down team is willing to

   volunteer for the tie-breaker round and therefore, as long as one of you
volunteered, we would win the

   competition." She paused.  "However, your mistresses have all agreed
that what is being expected of you is just too

   humiliating.  Even though it will mean we will not win, they think you
have done everything that has been asked of

   you, and asking you to do this is just a step too far." She stopped
again and smiled.  "Your daughters have made the

   decision because they love you.  You have nothing to blame yourselves
for."

   There was a stunned silence.  The coach turned and whispered to the
mistresses again and I could see that although

   she was nodding with the others, Karen was still sobbing.  I tried to
catch Angie's eye but she was listening to the

   coach.  I looked at the others: they were staring into space, digesting
what the coach had said, but I sensed a

   feeling of relief, especially from Mary and Barb.

   Fuck!  What should I do?  Had I done all this today for nothing?  Put up
with all the training?  And was I prepared to

   give away Angie's future?  I knew I could do it, I knew my cunt wanted
me to do it, but in front of all those

   people?  All on my own?  And what would people think of me afterwards? I
had a vision of Ida and her sneering face.

   Coach Wagner had stopped talking and started towards the judge: the
mistresses were looking despondently down at

   their feet.

   "Arf!"

   I don't know why I barked, some desperate instinct, perhaps, but I did
it loud enough for the coach to stop and

   turn and for everyone to look at me.  There was a long pause and then
Angie walked over and took my leash.  She

   walked me a little way from the others and then, as she had all day,
squatted down in front of me.  For a moment, I

   was non-plussed: she was no longer wearing panties and her essence
filled my senses and I struggled to compose my

   thoughts.

   "Mistress...," I began in a whisper, but she stopped me.

   "It's ok, Mom," she said softly, "I would never ask you to do this for
me.  You have been wonderful today and I love

   you very much, but enough is enough."

   I felt tears of emotion pricking at my eyes.  She was freeing me from
the responsibility and I knew what a relief

   that would be, but I also knew that I would never forgive myself if I
gave in.

   "Baby Girl will do this for Mistress, for all the mistresses."

   "No mother," Angie said firmly.  "I cannot let you.  It's not just that
it is so degrading for you.  It is so

   unnatural: it will be disgusting and painful, and afterwards, you might
never forgive yourself."

   Oh fuck!  If only she knew!

   "Baby Girl would never forgive herself if she did not do everything she
could for her daughter', I said

   imploringly.

   "No, Mom, you have to think of how much you would hate it.  Think of how
large Tommy is.  Think of how much it might

   hurt when he fucked you, of everyone watching you."

   Oh Gawd!  What was I to do?  If gave in, Angie would miss out on her
chance of a successful future: if I told her

   the truth, she might despise me.  I looked into her young eyes, so
loving, so understanding.  Would she really

   despise me or would she understand that really, all I had done was for
her?

   I drew a deep breath and knew the color was rising in my cheeks.  "Baby
Girl has something to tell Mistress', I

   whispered, "and I beg her to listen to me." I stopped, expecting her to
interrupt me, but she simply watched me

   with her wise eyes.  I took another deep breath.  "Tommy has already
fucked Baby Girl.  The first time he raped her,

   but the times after that weren't rape." I paused again but her
expression did not change.  "Baby girl is not

   frightened of being fucked by a dog and that is why she knows she can
win the competition for Intercourse." I felt

   my heart pounding.  "Baby Girl hopes Mistress can forgive her."

   For a second, stared at me.  "There is nothing to forgive mother," she
said at last and then smiled.  "But are you

   sure?"

   "Baby Girl is certain," I said firmly.  "She knows it will be
humiliating and that people will sneer at her, but she

   can cope with that.  She will know that she is doing it for her
daughter."

   Angie reached out and stroked my face.  "I love you, Mom," she said, and
stood up and walked me back to the others.

   **

   "What's happening?" Tina had her legs spread wide on the desk and she
was openly masturbating, her eyes closed.  Her

   shirt hung off her shoulders but otherwise she was naked and her wet
fingers were clearly visible, alternating

   between stroking her clit and plunging into her damp swollen cunt. 
Betty was sitting on the front of her desk,

   wearing nothing but her sodden panties.

   "It's hard to tell at the moment.  I think Zip Down have refused, but I
can't see what's happening with

   Intercourse." She turned her head to look at Tina and chuckled.  "If you
would just stop wanking for thirty seconds,

   you could see for yourself!"

   "Too close, darling.  Here, have another taste." Tina held out two
glistening fingers.

   "You are just incorrigible, and if you weren't so delicious I would be
getting angry with you," laughed Betty and

   leaned back to suck them into her mouth.  To keep her balance, her legs
opened, framing the outline of her cunt lips

   beneath her gusset.  She lingered only a moment and then sat up again.

   "You realize," she said", if there are no volunteers from Intercourse,
we won't get to see any dog sex?  Both teams

   will be disqualified and Climax will win."

   "Won't one of them...have to...let a dog fuck her...?"

   "No, sweetheart, they will be declared the winners on a count back of
points.  So no great big doggy cocks forcing

   their way into puppy girl twats."

   "Nnnnnggggghh!"

   "No bitch cunts stretched impossibly wide around some rampant dog's
knot."

   "Nnnnnnnngggggghhhh!"

   "No...." Betty froze, staring at her monitor.  "Oh holy fuck!" she
gasped.  "Something's happening.  I think one of

   the Intercourse team is going to do it!"

   "Nnnnnnnnggggggghhhhhh!"

   Betty peered at the screen, her hand moving down to her crotch.  "It's
Baby girl!" she cried.  "She's being lead

   across to the judges!" She began to rub herself.  "I really think she is
going to do it.  We're gonna see Baby

   Girl get fucked by that huge Great Dane!"

   Tina's hips rose into the air and she moaned ecstatically, squirting a
fountain of cum onto the desk beneath her.

   **

   It was the cheering that startled me most.  I knew that I would have to
do this in front of the crowd but the noise

   reminded me of just how many people there were watching and just how
alone I would be.  Alone, that is, until Tommy

   was brought out to me.  Angie was allowed to walk me to the centre of
the arena, but then she had to leave me and go

   back to the side.  Even the judges were not nearby but watching from the
sidelines or on the screens.

   Now I was sitting, waiting, and I felt my resolve crumbling.  It had
been alright at first, when Angie took me to

   the judges.  The others had stared at me in shocked surprise at first,
but then smiled at me with understanding: Zoe

   had even hugged my neck and whispered, "Thank you".  But now, amid the
noise, the reality hit me.

   The crowd started chanting my name, "Baby Girl, Baby Girl", over and
over again, and I could hear the lust in their

   voices.  Yes, they were cheering me on, but what they wanted was to see
Tommy fuck me, to see me mounted and

   mastered by a dog, to allow him to use me like a bitch, like a slut,
like a whore, like an animal.

   Fuck, what should I do?  I felt a sudden desperate urge to run back to
Angie, to her protective arms, and I knew

   that she would smile and comfort me, but how could I let her down?  And
wouldn't running back be just as

   humiliating, to listen to the booing crowd, to see the disappointment on
the team's faces.  I would always be

   remembered for chickening out.  It was as if I was in a trap of my own
making.

   Suddenly, the crowd's cheers went up an octave and I heard a dog bark. I
jumped to my feet and turned round to see

   Tommy released from his leash and start to trot across the grass, his
head held high and his tail wagging.  It took

   a little while for him to see me amid the distraction and noise, but
when he did, he headed straight for me and the

   crowd cheered again.

   Shit!  I thought as he came towards me, why can't I be like him.  He
doesn't care about the crowd, he isn't concerned

   about embarrassment or humiliation.  All he wants to do is fuck!

   My clit tingled and I gasped, realizing that part of me wanted that too.
Perhaps I wasn't that different from him

   after all.  Perhaps I should forget about dignity and what people think
and just do what my body told me.  Yes, that

   was it!  I had been trained to be a bitch, so now I would be one.  I
would be Tommy's bitch and let him fuck me

   because that was what my body wanted.  Forget about the people, the
cameras, the competition.  He had fucked me

   before and my moistening cunt wanted him to fuck me now.  I would show
him, everyone, just how good a bitch I could

   be!

   As soon as he reached me, we began to circle each other and I could hear
him sniffing at my groin.  I looked down

   and saw his cock already growing out of its sheath, the mottled shaft
glistening in the sun.  I felt a sudden urge

   to bend down and suck it into my mouth and my clit began to throb.

   Suddenly he growled and I understood the signal only too well.  I stood
still and he padded round behind me.  His

   breath was on my ass and I heard him sniffing me, and then I felt his
tongue, its rough surface licking over my

   clit and slit up to my asshole.  The feeling was exquisite and I moaned
loudly, my body involuntarily pushing back

   against him.  He licked again, this time dwelling on my cunt.  He lapped
the outer lips and then pushed inside my

   fuck hole, opening me up so that he could drink my thick wetness.  I
groaned again, and tried to fuck myself on his

   tongue as his furry chin rubbed against my clit.

   And then his tongue pulled out and his head moved up onto my back and I
knew he was going to fuck me.  He raised his

   head and I braced myself to take my weight as his upper body slid over
my back: I heard the crowd roar and glanced

   up at the giant screen to see Tommy and me in full close-up.  He began
to thrust urgently and his hard cock banged

   against my perineum several times, and even slid up over my asshole, and
gouts of slobber dripped down onto my

   neck.

   Then he found me, and as his thick prick slid into my saturated cunt .
Oh fuck, it was so good!  Lust and pleasure

   overtook me and the sound of the crowd and my sense of exposure faded
into the background.  I no longer cared about

   people watching, in fact the thought aroused me even more: I just wanted
to be fucked, to be his bitch, his whore.

   When he was deep inside, his cock expanded to full hardness, stretching
my fuck hole, and he began fuck me hard,

   driving into me with rapid, frantic thrusts.  I moaned loudly and tried
to push back against him but I couldn't

   match his pace and his cock slipped out of me.  He growled and his teeth
gripped down on my neck, commanding my to

   stay still.  Oh gawd!  I froze and groaned at the feeling of emptiness
in my gaping slit, but now I was still, he

   drove back into me, deeper than before.

   Almost at once I was cumming and I howled as the muscles in my cunt
squeezed down on his prick.  It didn't seem to

   stop his thrusts but I could hear him panting faster and I could feel
him starting to fill me with his dog juice.

   This was why Tommy was better than any man I had ever fucked: Bill would
squirt his pitiful gouts of spunk into me,

   but Tommy would cum for ages, filling me with his copious seed until it
bubbled out of my cunt and ran down my

   thighs.

   I lost count of the number of times I came after that, screaming out my
orgasms, shouting for him to fuck me like

   the bitch I was, and abandoned myself to his thick, pounding purple dog
meat.  I couldn't see the crowd, I couldn't

   hear them, just my moans and the breathless grunts of Tommy above me as
my cunt convulsed again and again.

   Eventually, I felt the base of his cock swelling as the knot grew and
his pace slowed and then stopped.  As his knot

   grew to its full size, stretching my hole with an exquisite mix of pain
and pleasure, he tried to pull against me,

   sliding off my body and somehow turning so that he was facing the other
way, but we were locked together.  He seemed

   to moan and still his sperm pumped into me: it was as if he was pissing
cum into my cunt, breeding me with his

   virility, and every throb sent waves of pleasure jolting through me.

   I gave myself to the exquisite feeling in my cunt and my swollen clit,
lost in lust: he was my master and he

   controlled me with his swollen shaft.  I wanted him to mark me, to be
covered in his cum; I wanted to rub it into my

   skin so that I stank of him; I wanted to drink the spunk from his
beautiful cock until it overflowed from my mouth

   and ran down my face in thick warm rivers of dog slime.

   But finally the knot began to shrink and Tommy pulled out of me, and as
he did so the movement brought me to one

   last almost painful peak.  My cunt contracted, spewing out cum and cunt
juice in noisy farts of wantonness, and I

   felt the hot creamy liquid bubbling and running down my trembling thighs
in thick torrents.

   I tried to move but as I did so, exhaustion took hold of me and I
collapsed down onto the ground.  For a moment I

   became aware of the crowd cheering, and of people running, shouting my
name.

   Then I passed out.

   **

   "Is she alright?" Tina gasped, her voice almost hoarse.

   "I think so," Betty said breathlessly.  "I think I would pass if I had
just been fucked by a Great Dane in front of

   thousands of people!"

   They were both standing up, completely naked, staring at the monitor. 
Tina was masturbating and Betty was behind

   her, her arms wrapped around Tina's body as her fingers played with her
nipples.

   "The first thing I am going to do when I get home is find some one with
a dog," Tina said dreamily, "and get it to

   fuck me until my cunt is raw."

   Betty laughed.  "Well you'll have to wait.  First we have to tell
everyone what has happened."

   "Mmm?" Tina said distractedly, her hand moving quickly between her
thighs.

   "About Intercourse winning the competition!  We have to finish the
broadcast." She paused and then grinned.  "After

   all, as I have said before, we are professionals."

   For a moment, Tina's hand stopped moving, and then the two women burst
into laughter.

   **

   "Hey, Tweenies!  Wasn't just way cool?  I hope that you have all been
jilling for Jessica.  I certainly have.  This

   afternoon I haven't been able to stop fingering my slit!" The camera
panned down to show Jessica's hand inside her

   shorts and then back to her face.  "Told you!" she said, and giggled,
and brought her fingers up to her mouth and

   sucked on them.  "Yummy!"

   The camera panned out to show Jessica standing in the arena a little way
away from the Intercourse team.

   "So wow!  What a competition!  And isn't it just great that Intercourse
have won!  I've had loads of you guys texting

   me about how well the team have done, and now I'm going to try to get an
interview with them in their moment of

   glory."

   She walked towards them, the camera following her.  The mistresses were
hugging each other and the puppy girls were

   jumping up, wagging their tails energetically.  Behind them, organisers
were busy putting up a platform for the

   award ceremony, and beyond that, there was a buzz of excitement.

   "Good doggies, clever doggies!" Jessica cooed, patting Dinky Pooh's
head, and then thrust her microphone towards

   Megan.

   "That was totally awesome!" she gushed.  "Congratulations!"

   "Hey, thanks Jessica."

   "Can you tell Tween News how you feel, now that you have won?"

   "Very happy", Megan grinned, "and very, very proud!"

   "Gee, I should think so.  I know the viewers of Tween News think of you
Mistresses as real heroes."

   "No, silly," Megan laughed.  "We're not proud of ourselves, but of the
puppy girls." She turned and slapped her

   thigh and immediately the bitches ran up to her.  "It's the puppy girls
who are the real heroes!"

   The bitches bounded over, tails wagging excitedly, and looked up at
Jessica, panting.

   "Girls," Megan said, "this is Jessica from Tween News and she has come
to congratulate you on winning the

   competition."

   The bitches barked happily and Jessica patted them.  "You are all very
clever little doggy-woggies," she said.

   Zoe giggled.  "Don't bark at her," she said with mock seriousness. 
"Jessica is only ten and she might be frightened.

   Say thank you to her properly." She winked at the puppy girls and then
giggled again.

   Jessica suddenly yelped in surprise as Cricket's cold nose pushed up her
skirt and delved between her buttocks, and

   at the same time, Peaches leapt up and placed her forepaws on the girl's
shoulders.

   "No!" Jessica cried anxiously, trying to push them away.  "Bad doggies!"


   Ignoring her, Peaches licked her face and Cricket pushed harder between
her ass cheeks, causing her to fall over

   not her back with a high pitched scream.

   "Stop it!" she shouted.  "Bad..." but her words were cut off by Foofu
sitting on her face and grinding her pussy

   against the girl's mouth.  Cricket pushed against her now splayed legs
and forced her tongue into her ten-year-old

   anus and Dinky-Pooh went down on her cunt, lapping at the juices and
nibbling the little clit.  Not to be left out,

   Peaches pulled the girl's t-shirt up with her teeth and teased her
swollen nipples with little bites.

   For a while Jessica struggled and tried to cry out, but eventually she
lay still and her cries turned to moans.  The

   Mistresses watched the bitches as they raped the ten-year-old and
giggled at each other.

   "Shouldn't we stop them?" Karen said after a while, but Megan just
smiled and shook her head.

   "I think the girls should be able to let off a little steam," she said.
"Besides, I think Jessica is beginning to

   enjoy it."

   **

   Afterwards, everything was something of a blur.  I woke up in the back
stage area and Angie was stroking my hair,

   smiling at me with a look that made my heart melt.

   "I love you, mom," she said softly.

   I tried to speak but she put a finger on my mouth and shook her head. 
"No, don't talk," she whispered, "just rest.

   In a little while, we have to go out for the award ceremony.  Everybody
wants to see you, and I think there is a

   special surprise waiting for you.  Do you think you can make it?  "

   I smiled and nodded and felt my energy start to return.  My cunt
throbbed, from the pounding of Tommy's thick cock

   and my multitude of orgasm, and I could still feel the dampness of his
seed where it had dribbled out onto my

   thighs.  I looked around to see that the area was deserted, but I could
still hear the noise of the crowd.

   "Are you ready?" Angie asked eventually and as I got to my feet, she
spent a few moments tidying me up before we

   set off for the arena.  As we walked out into the arena, there was a
defeating cheer and I trotted proudly at her

   heal across the grass.

   At the center of the arena, a podium had been erected and on it stood
the rest of my team who were waving and

   jumping up and down with excitement.  As I walked up the steps, they
surrounded me and the cheering of the crowd

   crew even louder.  There were others on the podium as well, smiling, and
clapping: I recognized some of the judges
and the Mayor of Intercourse, and there was Dr.  Swan, holding a large

trophy.  She stepped up to the microphone and

   after a moment, the crowd fell silent.

   "Ladies and gentleman, girls and boys, today has been a landmark day in
the cause of female subjugation.  Once and

   for all, we have seen the ultimate example of the place of women in our
society.  For so long we have advocated the

   subservience of women to pre-teen control and sexuality, and I can think
of no better demonstration than what we

   have watched today.  The organizing committee is so delighted that they
plan to have one of these competitions each

   year from now on."

   She paused as the crowd cheered.

   "Join with me today in congratulating the Intercourse team, winner of
the first Puppy-Girl Competition."

   Again, she stopped as the crowd roared their approval.

   "I have one last duty to perform, the award of to the bitch who is
judged to be Best in Show.  We have enjoyed

   watching 20 bitches being humiliated and degraded today, but only one of
them stands head and shoulders above the

   rest.  The Best of Show Trophy goes to....  Baby Girl!"

   The crowd stood and roared.  Mistress led me to the centre of the Podium
and Dr.  Swan leaned over me and gave the

   trophy to Angie.  Then everyone took a pace back and I sat alone, tears
starting in my eyes as the crowd chanted my

   name.

   Afterwards, when the ceremony was over, and the team had returned
backstage, Angie gently took of my puppy-girl

   uniform, bathed me and dressed me in my ordinary clothes while I just
stood, exhausted.  She took my hand and

   smiled.

   "Let's go home, mommy," she said, suddenly my daughter again.

   The End

   "A" is working on the epilogue.  He is wonderful!!!