...Ahegao... well that’s just your ability to become a mindless fuck pet.”

Jojo nods in fright at the notion. She needed to get her phone back. That meant winning. The Showgrounds comprised a large auditorium with various mats and temporary padded structures dominating - each set up for a specific event presumably. There was a number of naked male drones scattered in groups at the various event stations. Some were talking but most eyed the arriving competitors with interest.

Jojo’s master collared and leashed her and with a tug of her leather fetter led her around the perimeter of the floor. She blushed, realising she was on display. There was a sizable audience of dominant chromosomes present in attendance and there were also camera crews filming the event, a small panel off the floor making commentary on the event.

Jojo felt eyes and cameras on her. The attention was unnerving. She felt like a sex object and realised her nipples were hardening against the thin silken fabric of her sailor outfits shirt. A number of huge high resolution billboard screens showed close ups of the girls and Jojo noticed the screen switch to her girls. This only served to heighten her embarrassment and subsequent arousal. Her nipple seemed to swell and she found the fabric against their sensitive nubs distracting.

She looked at the other Z-girls. All were gorgeous. They were of different complexions, heights and ethnicities. A few were of mixed heritage and most appeared to have been selectively breed for certain traits. One girl had enormous breasts on her small curvy body. Another had over large lips. Another was cross eyed and looked addled. All were dressed in erotic fetish costumes, parodies of real world uniforms or cliched typologies. All were expertly groomed, manicured and made up. All looked uncertain, submissive and aroused.

This would be a stiff competition. Her lap complete she was led to a line of male drones. She eyed their muscled bodies and long thick cocks, wondering which would take her. “Remember. Doggy style. Face the judges as much as possible.” Her master said as he tethered her to one of the poles. He then moved off to where the other masters and mistresses stood. He took out her phone and turned it on, examining what she had been so interested in with a frown.

“Hello Jojo. You look cute...” a girl said. She had a pendant about her neck that read ‘princess’.

“Oh Hi princess...” Jojo said distractedly as she tried to see what Master was doing.