It was the 3rd weekend of the Ms. Kiddie Fuck Princess Pageant: East coast regionals. After overcoming their semen/piss drinking challenges, as well as the physically brutal extreme objects insertions challenge ("A disappearing act") of the following weekend, our 4 little heroines (Julie, Jennifer, Melissa, Katie) meet once again at a secluded location; this time somewhere deep in the woods of North Carolina. The west coast girls would compete the following night in Spokane, Washington. As usual, our 4 preteen contestants stood naked, makeup and hair professionally done, awaiting the instructions for their next sex challenge. Julie and Melissa, our newly preteen lesbian lovers, were holding hands.

Their "game-show host" throughout these contests, a man that the children affectionately called "Uncle Chris", appeared in front of the cameras to begin speaking to the girls and the worldwide pedophile web audience.

"Here we are again folks! I can't believe these 4 lovely little ladies even have legs to stand on after what their bodies each went through last weekend, huh? Could you give them an extra round of applause from home, what do you say? Sadly, tonight is the completion of the sex pageant's regionals. Only 2 little girls before you will move on to next month's semi-finals in San Antonio, Texas, where they meet the 2 semifinalists of the west coast regionals. But don't cry everyone: the semi-finals will give you a chance to find out about 3 new sex challenges and the eastern and western girls will for the first time compete against each other! Gangster rappers aren't the only ones who can have an east coast/west coast rivalry, right?!"

"Here is what is happening tonight." he continued. "It's a departure from previous events. 'Different', but still challenging and hopefully perverted enough for your liking. Our 1st event challenged the children psychologically: each had to overcome the repulsiveness many little girls feel about when it comes to consuming urine. They also had to challenge society's stigmatization of the butthole, as a place where only shit comes out. These girls had to fight their fears, their apprehension, about their rectums being used as containers for storing semen and piss, which they then had to drink. And all 4 beauties vanquished their fears!"

"Their next challenge was physical in nature: each had to insert grotesquely large sex toys and male cocks into their mouths, pussies, and assholes, stretching each orifice to their absolute limits! And they stand before you now because they did just that!"

"Psychological, Physical, what stands next? Tonight the girls' juvenile bodies will get a rest because the challenge is mental in nature and will test their intelligence. Specifically it will test their memories for specific smells and taste, as well as their creativity. So in 3 parts, here are their games:"

"Girls, in game 1, titled 'Hey don't I know you?!', you will each have a naked man standing before you. I will announce the names of each man and you must memorize them. Then, for 3 minutes each, you will study the appearance of his erection, taking careful mental note of the size of his glans, his shaft, the unique ridges formed by his blood vessels just under its skin. Familiarize yourselves with his cock. Put both hands on them to memorize its shape. Take it in your mouth, memorize the way it fits, lift it up and sniff his ballsack. A man's sweat, as well as other factors, give his scrotum a unique musky scent. Then, make him turn around and sniff his butthole. Reach your tongue out onto his asshole and memorize his unique salty and skunky taste. Associate everything about their smell and taste with their name. Then after the 3 minutes, the men will rotate and you will have a new man to memorize, then another, until you each successfully studied all 4 men with you noses and mouths."

"Once the 'study' portion is complete, you will each be blindfolded and a random man will stand in front of you. Using only your mouths, tongues, and noses, you have to examine their cocks, and smell/taste their balls and assholes. You will do this for 30 seconds. When time is up, each of you will write on a piece of paper which man you think you just tasted. Guess right, and you earn 1 pt. But because of the chance factor, there is always a 1/4 chance of making a lucky blind guess, right? To compensate for the chance factor you will be penalized -0.25 pts for making a wrong guess. Every 30 seconds, you will examine a new man, make your guesses, etc. The winner is the little girl with the most points after 16 total tastings (each girl will taste the same man 4x). Once that's over each man will deliver their ejaculations into your mouths to signal the start of the next game."

"Game 2 is called 'Old McPedo had a farm, E I E I O'" As Chris said this, 4 rolling carts were wheeled out with 16 wine glasses on each cart; each glass full of 1 ounce of a milky-clear liquid.

"I hope you noticed girls that on your way here we passed by lots of farms, huh? You probably guessed it, but in these glasses are the semen extracted from four different animals living on these farms and ranches. They were extracted a short while ago so still very fresh. The wine glasses contain either horse semen, bull semen, hog semen, or goat semen. Again as part of your 'study' session, you will do tastings of each type of semen from 4 shotglasses. Don't just down it girls. Slowly sip your semen, sniff it, swish it around your mouth. Learn everything about it's smell, taste, and thickness. Pretend it's a fine wine that you're tasting (this was terrible advice: what the fuck did elementary school girls know about wine tasting techniques?). But unlike at a fancy wine tasting, you DO NOT get to spit your semen out. You must swallow it."

"Once you've learned how each animal sperm tastes, you then do 16 total tastings (4 servings of each animal sperm) and try to guess what you're drinking from each glass. The winner of the game is the little girl with the most correct guesses. During your tastings these cameras will zoom in on your faces to capture your expressions and reactions for the audience watching from home."

"Lastly, game 3 is called 'pedo screenwriter' and it tests your creativity. You'll each have 15 minutes to draft a script of a kiddie porn movie plot. The plot must incorporate the following items: A male horse, a milking cow, a grown up man, a little girl your age, and a 6 month old baby girl. How will you combine these 5 things in your kiddie porn movie script? Be as creative and perverse as possible. After the 15 minutes you will each read aloud your storylines to the pedophiles watching us on the web. They will then online vote to reveal who they collectively think wrote the most perverted story and who the least."

This game was originally concocted by Jim Phillips in a moment of laziness. Since he writes all the storylines of his child porn movies, he felt that he could get some free help by making his child actresses sometimes contribute to possible future productions. If any of these girls' scripts were good enough and do-able, he would give the children co-screenwriter credits and set out to make the stories real.

Phillips got more than he bargained for with one of his past contestants; one Ms. Shelley Morgan (12) of Tampa, Fl. Shelley is a past crown winner of the Ms. Kiddie Fuck Princess Pageant, which she won 2 summers ago at the age of 10. In the 'pedo screenwriter' game from her year, she submitted a story in which an infant girl gets so brutally impaled by the penis of a racing horse that she ends up dying. The script was disturbing even to someone like Jim Phillips. As a child porn producer he draws the line at making snuff films, so clearly Shelley's screenplay would never get made into a movie. But the judges were so impressed by Shelley's thinking outside the box that they awarded her 1st place in the game. That margin of victory just gave her enough points to qualify her for the semi-finals of her tournament, allowing her to move on as the #4 overall seed and eventually come back from behind to take the lead, and the crown, and become the envy of every child porno actress -Pageant Princess, complete with winner's sash (with "20XX Kiddie Fuck Princess" written on it) and a shiny silver tiara placed on her cum-covered nude body and head.

Master of Ceremonies Chris concluded his review of the rules: "Since our scoring system is always 3 pts to the winner of each game, 1 pt to last place, and 2 pts to the middle two places, there's a potential 9 pts up for grabs tonight. But even the biggest loser will still earn 3 pts. Good luck girls."

Julie, Jennifer, Melissa, and Katie were for once glad that their pussies and assholes will get a temporary reprieve. But their parents, who brought their own young children here themselves to perform in these depraved games, knew the mind of the organizer Jim Phillips. They were concerned that if any contest was easier on their bodies one week, it would be balanced out by there being an extra physically abusive event awaiting their daughters in the future - perhaps in the semi-finals.

Their worries would prove to be right. But first things first; their daughters were crouching on their knees to get up close and personal with 4 fully-erect and throbbing adult penises, 4 sweaty ballsacks, and 4 skunky male assholes.

to be continued

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Author's note: Readers may notice that I'm not always publishing my sagas sequentially. This is because some storylines aren't worth a detailed read due to redundancy of plot. For instance, only a short summary will be provided on what happened during the west coast piss gokkun, since the games were identical to what the east coast girls already played, described in sufficient detail in "Julie and Jennifer: Sibling Rivalry." Likewise, the upcoming "West coast girls: A disappearing act", will describe the games, the participants' dialogue and reactions, and any surprises/unexpected events in great detail, but the "East coast girls: A disappearing act" will only be a summary of the main results. I also write stories as the ideas come to me, and if I don't publish them I have a bad habit of rough drafts sitting on the desk and never getting done.