Chapter 11: The End of the Competition

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

Zip Down. 61
Intercourse. 60
Climax. 52
Bikini Bottom. 50

“Hi everybody!” Tina declared cheerfully. She was no longer in the studio but in the center 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 has a one point lead over Intercourse with Climax and Bikini Bottom close behind. Even Bikini Bottom has an outside chance so the teams have everything to play for. This afternoon we continue on with the rotations.”

The camera switched to Betty who spread out her arms. “Your maybe wondering why we’re standing in the down here on the field, rather than in the announcers booth. Well we’re here to help out with the judging for the Best of Breed competition. Sadly we’re not allowed to take part in the “hands on” judging, but we are here to represent you, the spectators in the stadium and the vast audience out there in internet land.”

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

“Yes,” Tina continued, “votes have been pouring in from all over social media for the Most Valuable Bitch or MVP, and somewhere in the dark recesses of the stadium, we have our little pixies counting away like mad things.” She paused for another outbreak of applause. “And I should remind you that your vote,” she swept her arm over a large trophy, “will be for this wonderful trophy. There are twenty bitches in this competition and one of them will win the MVB trophy. So it will be you, the viewer, who has the key say in which bitch is the best in this competition.”

The silver trophy was of a woman on her hands and knees wearing a puppy girl uniform of a dog collar, leash, a tail, her tongue hanging out and paws on her hands and knees. It was a foot in length and two feet high, very smoothly polished so that you could see your reflection.

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 a designer? And that skirt, it’s 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 5.” She stopped, eyebrows raised, and giggled softly.

“And why does he call it that?” Betty asked innocently.

“Because the hem of the skirt is 5 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 with 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.”

“Okay, Mistresses, here are the assignments for the third round,” Coach Wagner stood in the middle of the Intercourse’s holding area. “Mistress Karen and Coco are in the hunting instincts, Mistress Stacey and Peaches to the obstacle course. Mistress Stacey did you have a chance to talk to Mistress Angie and Mistress Zoe about the course?”

“Sure did coach! We’re ready to go!”

“Good. Mistress Angie and Baby Girl, you’re on the Best of Breed. Mistress Zoe and Foofu on the Best of Show and that leaves Mistress Megan, Cricket and Pounder for the herding competition. Any questions Mistresses?”

“Where will you be coach?” asked Mistress Angie. The other Mistresses smiling at Coach Wagner.

“Um, I have a short coaches meeting,” smiled Coach Wagner. She was going to meet up with Jessica and hopefully get a taste of that teen cunt.

“Good luck Mistresses,” Coach Wagner said as the girls headed out to their respective events.

“Welcome back, Doctor Asshole,” 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?”

Julie sat forward excitedly. “Oh Jessica, it exceeds them on just about all levels! The submission and humiliation of the bitches for and by their Mistresses is just the sort of example that I have long argued we need to show our young girls. The organizers have been so clever to ensure that the bitches 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 Julie was carried away by her enthusiasm. “And as a spectacle, it is so pussy drenchingly arousing. It’s not just the entertainment values, 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 woman who six months ago would have recoiled in horror, well, I thought that was simply orgasmic!”

“Just one last question, Doctor Asshole,” Jessica said quickly. “We talked earlier about the humiliation used on the bitches. Do you think it has gone too far?” She looked down at her notes. “Can adult women be made to act like circus animals by using humiliation and degradation?”

“Good Lord yes. I think what we’re seeing here is the true nature of submission. All adult women who are prepared to degrade themselves completely realize 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’ve 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, Doctor Asshole. Once again thank you for your expertise.” She smiled suggestively and said, “Please don’t hurry away,” before turning back to the smart phone 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’ll see you again at the finish when I’ll be interviewing the Mistresses, so until then, stay cool and enjoy the show.”

She continued to look into the smart phone 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: Julie was already bent over the table, her hands pulling her ass open and her anus flexing invitingly.

“Time to hop on cutie!” Julie smiled.

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 the most wealthy or influential could afford and offering the best views of the field below. 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 stadium and field 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 teen girls. Both were naked.

“Hello Coach,” Julie said and seeing the surprise on her face continued, “I hope you are not 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’re sort of a 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 realize 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 realized that you were holding back a secret longing for their pretty 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 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 wide open.

“We’re very excited, Coach,” Kayla said seductively. “We’ve 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 fingers into them”

Kayla dipped her finger into her cunt and then inserted it slowly into her anus. “I like fingers in my asshole, 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 teen 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’s happening in the competition so we’ve 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 on obediently, gasping as the their 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, Kayla and Julie 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’re going to play. To start with, we’re going to paint your face with our cunts.”

“Oh my fucking 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. “Tell our viewers all about the events this afternoon. We covered the hunting instincts and obstacle course, now we move to Best of Breed and how it’s scored.”

“That’s right,” said Tina, her tone more professional. “As if this morning wasn’t exciting enough, the competition organizers have made it so the whole competition is a series of humiliation. The five events are designed to push the bitches to the limit, to see how submissive and obedient they’re willing to be. We must remember that these are just ordinary moms who, two months ago, would never in their wildest dreams have consented to expose and humiliate themselves in the way they are expected to do today. With three rotations remaining this afternoon, we’ll see how completely they are willing to sacrifice their dignity for their daughters’ futures.”

“And that is particularly true of this event, the Best of Breed judging,” Betty added, cutting in smoothly. “Each bitch will be judged individually. There’s an examination table just off to the side of the obstacle course. The bitch will be on it as they are examined in full view of the crowd and the close-up view of the cameras. It will be just them, the judges, the crowd, and the 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! What we didn’t mention this morning was that the judges for the Best of Breed are made up of four teen girls, one from each of the high schools. These girls have been specially selected by their sex education teacher. Each school had to follow the same selection criteria, which was based on the girl’s grade point average, her enthusiasm and participation in the sex ed. class. After that the school could add its own selection criteria, such as her use of her fingers and her knowledge of female genitalia.”

“So how is the judging done then?” Betty asked standing next to the examination table.

“Glad you asked. The judging is in four parts. The first is tits. The bitches are judged on shape and firmness. For the nipples, the more attractive they are, the more pointed, the more harder they are, the higher they will score.”

Betty chuckled. “You wouldn’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 teens watching who would just love to be judging these bitches!”

“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 dilate.”

“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 spectators.”

“That’s the point,” Tina grinned. “The final stage is hardest of all: obedience. The bitches will be given 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 of orgasm to see how long the bitch can hold out without cumming. The longer the bitch holds her orgasm, the more points she earns, which when combined with points from the tits, cunt, and anal inspection, will determine the winner and the coveted five points. The bitch who holds out the shortest amount of time, will earn no points but can still place if she gets high marks for the tit, cunt, and anal inspection.”

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

“We know it can be done. In the first round this morning, the bitch from Climax held out the longest, while Bikini Bottom held out the shortest amount of time. In the second group though, it was a reversal, the bitch from Bikini Bottom held out the longest and won and the bitch from Climax finished last.”

“What concentration the bitches must have, that must be very hard for them.” Smiled Betty.

“Very hard!” Tina agreed, and giggled. “It is worth mentioning that the girl judges have trained very hard for this event, spending the last month practicing 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 bitches are in for a very demanding time, and I can only guess how much fun we’re going to have watching it.”

“Talking of fun,” 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 girls out there, sit back, open your legs and slide your 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 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 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 hands attaching straps to her wrists and ankles until Julie squeezed her over-sensitive clit.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” Julie giggled, squeezing slightly harder.

The coach moaned and tried to pull away and only then realized 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 two months, and you make us feel so fucking horny,” Kayla whispered. “You’ve probably seen us sitting there during 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 it.”

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 teen girls?”

The Coach looked up at her through 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 on 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.

Out on the infield of the stadium, on the giant stadium screen, one of the teen judges was sliding the Fuckhole Meter into the anus of Poppy from Bikini Bottom.

“Well I don’t know about you Tina,” Betty said excitedly, “but I think that was really remarkable. Poppy had a tough start this 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 as long as she did,” she looked up at the digital timer on the giant screen. “Damn, two minutes forty seconds. “Fuck, I don’t know how Poppy did it, especially when that judge tickled her clit with that feather. If it had been me I’d have been squirting like a fountain!”

“But don’t you think those dirt stains on her back will count against her?”

“It shouldn’t, it will though in the Best of Show. 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 for MVB count for a lot.” She paused and looked back at Tina. “What I find amazing is that of the bitches judged so far, Poppy held out for two minutes forty, the bitch from Climax, who won her round this morning, came in at two minutes thirty-five, and Poppy’s teammate, who won in the second round, came in two minutes fifty-one seconds. Do you think that the judges have got a bit carried away by focusing too much on the obedience test? I mean, they’re teenagers!” She smiled mischievously. “After all, it seems you’ve had hands on experience...”

“Hands in, more like!” Tina laughed. “No, I don’t think they’ve gotten carried away. I know they’re 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 bitches seem to be very aroused.”

“Fuck yes!” said Betty with surprising excitement. “Some of those bitches are so wet! I guess I thought 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 three bitches left to be judged in this event rotation. Who’s next?”

Betty looked down at her tablet 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 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 like 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.

Mistress seemed to sense my anxiety and stroked my head gently while we waited. I looked around at the others: my constant rival, Cookie, sat near me and Misty to my right. They looked as anxious as I did. Poppy, who just finished being judged, was slumped on the ground.

“It’s time, Baby Girl,” Mistress said softly, and my stomach seemed to knot in anticipation. I looked up 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 her cunt, but this time she did more. Slowly, deliberately, she moved her hand under her uniform and pushed her index finger into her cunt. 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 sitting perfectly, her examination finished. Her face was red and she was breathing heavily. Mistress tugged gently on my leash and led me over to the examination table. 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 away, leaving me on my own, my heart thumping in my chest. I suddenly felt so alone and so exposed: it was like all eyes were on me, that there would be nothing that would not be exposed to the eager eyes of the crowd and the internet audience.

One of the judges came and stood in front of me. 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 not to focus my eyes on the girl, 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 Mistress and 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. Strong fingers grasped them and twisted them hard, and I felt them swell and send pleasure signals to my cunt. At one moment, I felt strong fingers gripping the sensitive flesh and stretching it painfully out from my breast, and then felt the cold steel of a ruler against my nipples as the distance was measured between them.

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. 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 womb.