Chapter 10: The Morning Events

Coach Wagner, recent college graduate, age 22
Cindy Spanner, 37, Peaches, Akita: Stacey 16 Partner is Charger
Mary Johnson, 35, Cricket, Water Spaniel: Megan 15 Partner is Pounder
Kathy Woods, 34, Baby Girl, Yellow Retriever: Angie 14 Partner is Caesar
Barbara Lane, 34, Foofu, Border Terrier: Zoe 14 Partner is Hammer
Maggie Hart, 33, Coco, Irish Setter: Karen, 14 Partner is Rocket
Ida Carter, 34, live in girlfriend of Bill
Helen Carter, 14, daughter
Bill Woods, 35, husband
Jessica, Teen News reporter
Tina Bird, color commentator
Betty Green, color commentator
Britney, Cookie, Yellow Retriever from Zip Down
Tamara, Poppy, Yellow Retriever from Bikini Bottom
Cherry, Misty, Yellow Retriever from Climax

Pastor Charlie, from the White Redeemer Christian Church, stood in the middle of the stadium with a microphone. “Dear Lord and Master, listen to our prayers. As the bitches go out onto the field of competition, watch over them and guide them with care. Let them finish the competition safely. If you bless them with a chance to win, give them the patience to be humble, to use the skill you gave them, and use the knowledge you gave them. May the bitches be treated with reverence and used to the fullness of their training. Thank you, Lord and Master, for creating Earth in six days and allowing us to live in your glory. May your most favored blessing be with us.

The Mistresses walked us into the stadium. I had my lower back perfectly curved and Mistress had my leash at the proper length between my shoulders. I had come to realize during our training that having the leash gently resting between my shoulders was a reminder of my status with Mistress. She had the power in our relationship and the leash was the reminder of that.

The Mistresses waved to the crowd as we walked around the front of the arena. I so desperately wanted to turn my head a see the spectators. I heard, “Intercourse! Intercourse! Intercourse!” from the spectators as we walked in from of them. My tongue was properly hanging out as we came around to our standing area. The team from Climax followed us as we got into our line. I was in the perfect heel position next to Mistress that I could see the spectators in front of me. Everybody was cheering, laughing, and clapping for the teams. I felt special. My cunt was soaking and my nipples were so fucking hard they were hurting.

Mistress Stacey gave the command to “Sit”.

The five of us sat back on our heels and tucked our wrists under our tits. I was proud of the training we had endured to get to this point but we still had a long day ahead of us.

“Oh look,” gushed Tina in the booth. “The bitches sure are cute in their uniforms!” The camera zoomed in on Tina as she stroked the cock microphone.

“They’re so obedient, just look at the tricks that their Mistresses are having them perform.” Added Betty.

“Introductory Round” read the neon lights on the stadium’s main screen and the crowd cheered, realizing that the competition was about to begin. This opening event was intended as an ice-breaker for the teams, requiring them for five minutes to perform tricks and skills to demonstrate the quality of their bitches training. The judges awarded points to each team, based not simply on the skills displayed, but also on their entertainment value.

Climax were the first team to go and I watched nervously as they began their routine, all the time rehearsing in my mind our own performance. They began with a series of simple exercises, walking to heel, sitting and wagging their tails to command and then finished with a stay/fetch game that involved chasing tennis balls. When they finished, the crowd clapped dutifully, but were clearly unimpressed, and their score flashed on to the scoreboard: 3.

It was our turn and the five of us ran eagerly up to Mistress Stacey, the team captain and the oldest of the Mistresses, to begin our first skill.

“Hhrupp!” she yelled and we lined up in the sitting position, our backs straight and our heads held high. She held us for a moment and then shouted, “Speak!” Immediately we started barking enthusiastically and the crowd laughed and clapped. Mistress Stacey walked in front of us as we barked and then shouted, “Silence!” and instantly we were quiet.

As the crowd clapped, Mistress Stacey held us still for a few seconds and then snapped her fingers and immediately we lined up, nose to ass in a circle, each of us pushing our noses under the tail of our teammate in front of us. I heard the crowd laugh and then cheer as Mistress Stacey shouted, “Hhrupp!” and we all began to trot in a perfect circle around her.

I felt a strange urge to giggle: this was one of the first exercises we learned and I could remember our outrage at what the coach expected us to do. Now I was behaving like a horny exhibitionist and loving it, with the tip of my nose touching the edge of Cricket’s anus, and I could feel Foofu’s nose pressing under my tail against mine. I desperately wanted to lick Cricket’s cunt, to bathe my tongue in her delicious wetness and drink in her fragrance, but once again I knew I had to be disciplined and work for the team. In this intimate formation, we trotted several times around Mistress Stacey until she shouted, “Heel!” and we all hurried back to her.

Mistress Angie stepped forward and produced five treats which she handed to Stacey. She carefully placed the treat on the bridge of each of our noses and told us to stay. I froze, concentrating on the treat on my nose, remembering the smacks we got with Miss Riding Crop if we didn’t catch the treat quickly enough or if the five of us didn’t do it in unison. I wondered how Foofu felt: she had always found this difficult and she knew as well as any of us that a mistake would cost us points.

Mistress Stacey stepped forwards again and snapped her fingers. We snapped our heads back in unison, sending the treat up into the air and allowing us time to catch it in our mouths. It was done perfectly and the crowd clapped and shouted, “Intercourse, Intercourse, Intercourse”. Off to the side, the judges tapped their tablets and the score came up on the screen to a loud cheer: 4

Mistress Stacey released us from the heel and we trotted to our standing area. We were thrilled with our score and relieved to have got the first event out of the way, we settled down to watch the next team, Bikini Bottom. To our alarm, their performance began well. The bitches were ordered to role on the grass as if scratching their backs and by doing so, they displayed their tits and cunts to the whole arena. I could hear our home supporters cheering them, and I noticed one of those camera drones hovering about thirty feet above them: even the main display screen was filled with a close up of five very wet and very open cunts.

However, things went wrong in their second skill. The bitches were ordered to trot between their Mistresses in a complicated pattern of bisecting lines, and half way through, one of them tripped and fell, tripping another as she ran across her. The bitch pulled herself up and tried to rejoin the exercise, but her fall had destroyed the rhythm and the whole thing ground to a halt. I felt a sudden sympathy for her, knowing the pressure she was under, but I also knew that there was no room for sentiment, and that her mistake would help us. A moment later, Bikini Bottom’s score flashed on the screen: 2.

The final team was Zip Down. I looked over to their standing area and saw Britney with Cookie sitting in front of her, and as I looked, Cookie turned her head and looked directly back at me, her lips curling in a snarl. I looked away and chuckled, thinking that they would find it hard to get a better score than us.

“Oh, would you look at that?” Betty shouted into her microphone. Both commentators were on their feet, like most of the crowd, staring down into the arena.

“I can see it,” Tina cried back, equally excited, “but I can hardly believe it!”

Below them, the five Zip Down bitches, squatting in a perfect circle, waiting for a signal from Britney, and when it came, started to shit, their turds dropping in unison from their anuses to form neat coils underneath them. At a second signal, all five bitches got up and walked around the circle, sniffing at the piles left by the others.

“How the fuck do you train five women, I mean bitches, to crap at the same time?” Betty asked incredulously, “and look!” she added, pointing at a drone cam on the main screen, “All the piles curl in the same direction!”

“What a start to the competition, Betty!” Tina exclaimed. “The crowd is going wild and the other teams are just staring in disbelief. What do you think the judges will make of it?”

“Well they have to mark it very high. The only thing they might not like is that their presentation contained only one element, but wow, what an element!”

As if in answer to their question, the scoreboard flashed up the score: 5.

“Five!” Tina screamed. “That’s a maximum! It’s only the first round and this competition is on fire!”

“I think that it is so cool that these young Mistresses have such an active imagination to come up with the idea of their pets shitting together,” said Betty.

“Just goes to show you Betty that women can be trained to do anything.”

They both laughed.

Coach Wagner stood quietly in the back stage holding area, watching the first round out on the field. She could have walked over to the standing area, but she wasn’t needed until round two and didn’t want to disturb their concentration. Anyway she was used to solitude, more so than ever today because she knew that the training and guidance that had occupied her last four months was finishing. She had grown to adore the Mistresses and the bitches but had never shown it, anxious that that would undermine her authority, letting her feelings show only as she locked her front door every night, sinking down on her couch, her fingers already sliding into her saturated cunt.

“Excuse me, Coach Wagner, do you have a minute to talk to Teen News?”

Lost in her thoughts, the voice startled her and she spun round to see Jessica holding out a microphone. The reporter smiled at her and tilted her head seductively. Just behind her stood another girl with a smart phone.

“Er, well no, not really,” she said hesitantly, “I only have a minute. I have to go over to the team when this round ends.”

Jessica pushed her finger against her earpiece. “Tammy, is a minute okay?” She paused and then smiled. “It’s okay, a minute is fine.” She held out the microphone. “Tell me Coach Wagner, do you think Intercourse is gonna win today?”

Coach Wagner stared at her for a moment, trying to collect her thoughts. “Well I hope so,” she said at last. “The Mistresses worked really hard and they certainly deserve to win.”

“If they do, do you think you had a large part to play in their success?”

The Coach blushed. “Well I was just there to guide them through the training and give them advice. They did all the hard work, but it’s much too early to talk about success. They have to win first.”

Jessica moved closer and held up the microphone. “So just between you and me, which of the Mistresses would you most like to fuck? I’m sure the fans from Intercourse would love to know. You must have been tempted after all those weeks. Personally I fancy Mistress Angie.”

A bead of sweat ran down over Coach Wagner’s temple and she looked suddenly flustered. “Well, I couldn’t possibly.” She paused. “Fans?”

Jessica giggled. “Didn’t you know? You’ve got quite a following among the teens since you started coaching the team. I’m told your fans from Intercourse call you ‘Panty-wetting Wagner’. We get loads of social media requests and emails from girls who want to fuck you with their strap-ons. If I was you, I’d buy some lube!” She pressed her finger against her earpiece. “Okay, Tammy. Coach Wagner, thank you for talking to us.”

The coach stood there staring at her, completely bemused. Jessica turned off the mic and made a ‘cutting’ motion to the girl holding the smart phone. She reached into a pocket pulling out a small card, tucking it into the waistband of the Coach’s shorts.

“Ring me,” she said. “I’d fuck you here and now if I didn’t have to do all these fucking interviews.” Jessica turned and walked out onto the field.

The scoreboard and the competition app on the smart phones flashed up the first scores.

Zip Down. 5 Intercourse. 4 Climax. 3 Bikini Bottom. 2

“Okay everyone, now that the introductory round is over,” said Tina excitedly, looking down at her tablet, “I believe that the structure of the competition changes slightly, isn’t that right, Betty?”

“Quite right, Tina. There are five events in today’s competition, two this morning and three this afternoon.” Betty paused and looked at her tablet. “There’s the Hunting Instincts which is sponsored by Hunting Women, Inc., the Obstacle Course which is sponsored by the Military Industrial Complex.”

“Aren’t they the ones who run the ASS Academy?” asked Tina.

“Yes they are.” Betty replied still looking at her tablet. “Then there is the Best of Breed sponsored by the White Redeemer Christian Church and Pastor Charlie and his pastoral leadership team.” She scanned the tablet. “Next is Best of Show sponsored by the Female Parent Teachers Association and Mrs. Peterson and her leadership team.”

“Which is how I was selected as a color commentator,” giggled Tina.

“And finally the Herding event sponsored by the Young Veterinarian Society.” Betty paused. “One bitch from each team will compete in each event, pairing up with the same breed, like Yellow Retrievers in one group, Border Terriers in their group and so on. The groups will rotate through each event.”

Tina laughed. “Sounds mighty complicated Betty, but I’m sure it will come clear when everyone gets going. So what kind of breeds are being represented here today?”

Betty looked at her tablet. “We have the Akita, Yellow Retriever, Border Terriers, Irish Setters, the Water Spaniel. All beautiful breeds and hopefully well trained by their Mistresses.”

“I agree. Tell us first about the Hunting Instincts sponsored by Hunting Women.”

“Well, Tina this event is as simple as it sounds. Just outside the stadium there is a field where the grass has been allowed to grow tall. Three pheasants are released into the grass, they won’t be able to fly because they will have had their wings clipped. The bitches have to catch a bird and bring it back to their Mistresses with its neck broken. The first place gets 5 points, the second, 4 points, and the third 3 points. Any bitch that fails to catch a bird will get no points at all. There will be two rounds in this event for a maximum of ten points.”

“But why are there only three birds if there are four bitches?”

Betty smiled. “Well that’s the clever bit. It means that unless the bitches are very quick and agile, they might have to fight amongst each other for the birds.”

“Wow!” Tina breathed. “And the bitches have to break their necks?”

“Yes it’s in the rules. When the teams practiced they used life like rubber pheasants, but in the competition, it has to be the real thing.”

Tina squirmed in her chair. “Mmmm, that’s all kinda hot.” She giggled. “Makes my panties wet!”

Betty smiled. “Now word from one of our sponsors.”

The monitor changed to Pastor Charlie smiling before the camera. He was standing in the huge mega church with the twelve smiling men of his leadership team behind him. “Our Lord and Master’s church is built upon his life, death, burial, and resurrection. It is through the proclamation of this message, the gospel, that his church and my twelve leaders will be righteous zealots in bringing HIS word to masses.”

Pastor Charlie walked around the camera with it following him. There were four naked women secured to crosses behind the altar. “The gospel is of first importance for the White Redeemer, is the New Unabridged Testament Scriptures (NUTS), 12:2–10. The Church may have a variety of differences, but there’s one common denominator between them all: We are justified in zealousness through HIS grace and patronage.”

Pastor Charlie smiled a kindly smile. “Our Lord and Master encourages you to join us in prayer for HIS glory. The strength of prayer can be very powerful, and it is important to pray to our Lord and Master for protection and ask for HIM to give us guidance in what is right and wrong. Only our Lord and Master can deliver us from all evil and lead us into a more powerful righteous life.”

Back in the holding area Coach Wagner announced the competition assignments. Mistress Angie and me had the hunting instincts first. Coach looked at the time on her smart phone. “Mistress Angie, you need to take Baby Girl down to the far corner of the stadium where a judge is waiting to take you out to the hunting area.”

“Come on Baby Girl,” Mistress said gently and the crowd cheered as we set off across the arena, me walking properly to heel and the leash resting on my back. I realized it was the first time this morning that I was alone with Mistress and I wanted to say something to her, but one of those drone cams hovered near us and I knew the judges would notice if I did.

As we reached the other side I could see that two of the other pairings had already arrived and the bitches were trying to impress the judge by sniffing between each other’s legs while their Mistresses giggled. One of them was the poor bitch from Bikini Bottom who was clearly trying to make up for her mistake in the introductory round.

Mistress had me sit and then crouched down in front of me and stroked my ear affectionately. “Who’s a good girl then?” she cooed and there was a sparkle in her smiling eyes.

Mistress flicked her eyes downwards as if she was trying to signal something, and when I looked, I saw why: her thighs were open and I could see her lovely teen cunt. I wanted to lower my head down and sniff and lick, but her hand on my ear restrained me, and when I looked up, she winked at me and stood up.

It was only then that I noticed that the last pairing had arrived, and I gasped in disbelief: it was Britney and Cookie: it was as if we were somehow destined to be together. I looked at her and smiled, but she just growled at me and I wondered what her problem was.

“Okay Mistresses, follow me,” said the judge and began walking out of the stadium.

Mistress and I fell in behind Britney and Cookie. I kept a perfect walking position next to Mistress’s right knee and watched Cookie’s ass swaying in front of me. From this angle I could see that she was as wet as I was, but I also noticed scar lines on her butt where she had been beaten and suddenly remembered the cruel way Britney had been fisting her in the backstage area earlier: no wonder she was so aggressive.

As we left the arena and followed a path along the parking lot to an empty field, I was surprised to see a large crowd, perhaps four deep, behind security fencing and as we approached they cheered and clapped. This was echoed in the main arena because the drone cams were sending pictures back to the large screens.

As we entered the field, I could see that this was the real deal: the grass was about five feet tall, and on one side I noticed bird cages with pheasants inside. They moved around in their cages, pecking at seed or looking out of the wire and I knew that if we were to win this round, I would have to catch two of them and kill them. Hunting Women, Inc. had their advertisements plastered around the start area and the spectator viewing area.

The judge walked over and clapped her hands to get everybody’s attention. “Attention Mistresses, as stated in the rules, your bitch will have two chances at capturing a bird. Five points will be awarded for the bitch who catches the first bird and brings it to you. The second bitch will get four points and the third three points. There are only three birds at a time so your bitches will have to be aggressive in catching a bird. If your bitch fails to catch a bird, your team will get no points. Any questions?”

There was silence and a feeling of tension in the air. I felt my stomach knot and drew in a deep breath of air to relax me.

“Good. Bring your bitches up to the line.”

Cookie growled at me as our Mistresses took us to the start line. I was restless watching the other bitches strain at their leashes.

The anxious crowd were lined up behind us, four people deep in some places.

“Hey, Betty, I never thought that this hunting instincts event could be so exciting. I can feel the tension from here.” Tina wiggled in her seat. “And there are only three birds. Bet those bitches are really fired up.”

Betty laughed. “I suspect they are, but you must remember that this is supposed to be a test of nose, searching and retrieving, not an excuse for a bitch fight.”

“Of course. I understand that, but there might have to be some ... confrontation, and they will have to kill those poor little birdies.” She began unconsciously masturbating her microphone. “I hope they get those drones in close so that we can see...” smiled Tina as she waved the microphone cock back and forth under her mouth.

“Look, Tina!” Betty interrupted hastily. “It looks like they’re ready to start.”

Tina and Betty were watching the hunting competition via a small drone flying over the grassy field.

Betty added. “Just because the bitch doesn’t catch a bird in the first round, it can still earn points by catching one in the second round.”

“That’s right. Plus, the bitch has to kill the bird as she catches it with her mouth,” added Tina. “It looks like the bitches and their mistresses are ready.”

Mistress knelt next to me stroking my neck. “Okay, just like we practiced. Catch the bird, shake your head back and forth to break its neck and then come to me. Don’t drop the damn thing until I say so.”

“Arf!”

“Step back from your bitches, girls,” the judge called out. Mistress and the others took several steps back. “Now listen carefully bitches,” the judge continued, “in just a moment the first three pheasants will be released. After they have disappeared into the grass, you’re not to move until I say “Go!” Any bitch who does so will be disqualified from this event.”

There was a clanging sound from one of the cages that made me jump and three pheasants burst out. They flapped their wings like crazy, but after flying a few yards they sank down into the tall grass and disappeared.

A tense silence fell on the crowd. I was in a perfect four point stance, my heart thumping, my eyes and ears trying to pick out anything in the tall grass.

“Ready.”

I tensed my muscles.

“Set.”

I took a deep breath, staring into the grass.

“Go!”

I charged forward into the grass with Cookie on my left. I had my head down, my eyes scanning desperately for a glimpse of a bird. I tried to listen, but the crowd had started to cheer and the grass swirled noisily around my ears and I began to panic, zigzagging.

‘Fuck, slow down,” I thought. “Sniff the ground and work the field like we were taught. You’re a bitch, this is what Mistress trained you for.”

Almost at once I picked up a scent and scampered as fast as I could after it. I looked up and could just make out the pheasant as it jumped amid the stems, trying vainly to take off, and I lowered my head and charged, covering the ground faster than I thought possible, my mouth already open to catch it with my teeth.

Suddenly I felt a blow in my side which sent me tumbling out of control. I rolled to a stop and turned just in time to see Cookie leaping through the air and catching the bird in her mouth. I tried to growl, but my fall had winded me and all I could do was watch her turn and run back through the grass.

Fuck! I got up and growled and leapt at Cookie who dodged me as she took off towards the finish line. I was pissed as I watched the bitch prance her way back to the finish line.

‘The bitch! The fucking bitch! That was my fucking bird!’ I screamed to myself.

The overhead drone caught the action for the spectators, the arena, and the announcers.

“Whoa, fuck, did you see that?” Tina asked.

Betty was looking at the app on her tablet that had the names of the Mistresses, bitches and the schools. “That was Cookie from Zip Down and Baby Girl from Intercourse fighting over a bird,” Betty replied.

The Zip Down crowd in the arena stood and cheered. The Intercourse crowd booed them.

My anger seemed to help me get my breath back and I stood up, suddenly realizing that there were two birds left to catch. Panic seized me again, but I forced myself to be calm and l sniffed the air. Over to my right was the scent of cunt, two distinctly different cunts, but nearer, just ahead, the smell of pheasant. I crept forward and peered through the grass stems and there it was, pecking at the earth. Like a wolf on a nature documentary I had watched, I took off upwards and then pivoted down, landing with my paws gripping the creature. In a haze of blood lust, I took its head in my mouth and bit down, hearing the tiny bones breaking in its neck as I did so, and it’s body flopped against my chin.

Immediately I turned and ran back towards the noise of the crowd, emerging from the grass to see Mistress calling for me and tapping her legs. I ran up to her and sat upright, holding the bird firmly, waiting for her command. I felt warm liquid running down my chin and tasted the saltiness of blood in my mouth. “Drop!” she said and then “Good girl! Sit!” as she picked up the pheasant.

I sat and looked around. It seemed that only two birds had been caught and I was pleased that I had made some points, but I was pissed with Cookie and I stared at her and growled quietly. She turned and looked at me and then sneered before looking back into the grass.

Suddenly there was a piercing yelp from among the grass stems, and then a whine, like a dog in pain. Almost at once, the bitch from Climax ran out with a bird in its mouth and trotted up to its Mistress, while the rest of us looked back at the grass. At first there was nothing but then, slowly, the poor bitch from Bikini Bottom, Poppy, emerged from the vegetation: her left breast had some blood dripping off. She shuffled over to her Mistress and sat. There was a gasp: blood was dripping from her nipple and around it was the pattern of livid red teeth marks. We stared at her as her Mistress soothingly rubbed her bitches head.

“Mistress Tamara is your bitch,” the judge looked at her tablet, “Poppy, going to be okay for the next round?”

“Yes,” smiled the teen. “She’ll be fine.”

“Holy fuck, Betty, this is better than sex!” Tina cried. “Did you see that? Baby Girl from Intercourse with blood on her chin, and Poppy from Bikini Bottom with bite marks and blood on her nipple!!!”

“It certainly shows how seriously these bitches take this competition. The bitch from Intercourse,” Betty looked at her tablet, “Baby Girl, she almost had the first bird until she was barged out of the way by Cookie of Zip Down.” She chuckled. “And to think, they are all mothers.”

“Motherfuckers more like!” Tina exclaimed. “I just loved the fight. The way she bit into her tit. I thought she was going to bite her nipple right off.” She paused, panting. “Jesus, I’m so fucking horny.” She held up the microphone. “Do you think this would still work if I stuck it up my...”

“We’ll be back after a short commercial break from one of our sponsors,” Betty smiled.

On the monitor a smiling woman appeared. Her brunette hair was in a bun on top of her head, she was wearing a white shirt with a black tie and black blazer. She wore a short skirt that came mid-thigh on her with white thigh stockings and black six inch stiletto’s.

In the background were naked women on their hands and knees wearing dog paws and a tail in their anus. They were smiling and laughing and running around on all fours as teen girls held up lifelike pheasants.

“Hello, everybody, I’m Mrs. Benson, Founder and CEO of Hunting Women, Inc,. It is our privilege to sponsor one of the events for the Mid-Autumn festival, the Hunting Instincts event.”

In the background the girls pushed a button on the pheasant they were holding and the bird took off, flapping its wings. The women scampered after the birds trying to catch them with their mouths.

“As you watch today’s competition, Hunting Women sells the life like pheasants that you see being used for this competition and the uniforms for your mother to wear, on our online store. Like minded mothers and daughters can play the same game that you’re watching today. A game like this could be played in the backyard or in an open field.”

The scene changed to an open field and several women pranced out of the tall grass on their hands and knees holding a pheasant in their mouth.

“These birds are so life like that when the mother shakes the bird back and forth with her mouth, the birds neck will break.”

On the screen the women shook their heads back and forth and there was a snapping sound. The pheasants went limp.