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The Itch

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Synopsis: A sickness, spreading through the female population of an abandoned, freezing prison planet. For the 1% that do not take the traditional medicine, the alternative medicine is a bit more hard to swallow. Serving the native beasts that had been interbred to the sled dogs.

The drive to the village square was across bouncy roads that burned her cunt even with the recent shot. “Don’t be ashamed. You may rub yourself if you want.”


Joanne let her legs splay open under the doctor’s requests. She’d taken off her trousers once they got into the heat of the transport but using her nails to claw at the burning sensation wasn’t enough. “I need another shot,” she said, wanting to grind against something. “Help me, doc, it burns.”


“There’s only one left,” the doctor said, his voice no longer so inviting. “We can stop if you want, but you’re not getting another shot until I leave. We can do things the old fashion way. There’s plenty of snow out there, but I want you to wait until I say.”


“It hurts so much,” Joanne whined. She was dripping wet, her cunt a picture of health despite the burn.


“I know it does, but you have to realize where you’re going, women don’t have any rights. If a man says you’re going to sit there with your legs open while he makes you fuck a frozen fish, that’s what you’re going to do.”


“A what?” Joanne asked. No one had said anything about fish. Other animals, yes, but frozen fish would smell.


“It’s their cure. First off, it lets anyone who has a dog with a bone know that your cunt is burning up and needs the attention, and two, you can’t eat them frozen like a dog. Some tribes keep their dog brides outside three seasons out of four and only bring the bitches in when the dogs couldn’t survive alone. That was in the brochure.”


He reached behind him to a cooler. “I want you to take it out, and I want you to fuck yourself with it. Fuck yourself like I’m a savage and your next boning depends on whether or not I’ve enjoyed myself watching.”


“Boning,” Joanne repeated. “You can make anything sound clinical. Getting your ass stuffed with dog cock for the amusement of savages is hardly a medical treatment.”


“It is when the anti-venom of Burn is in the semen of the interbred local dogs with the indigenous beasts,” Dr. Holson said. His dick was hard through the trousers of his pants at the thought. “Though I will say I’ve missed treating you with the conventional treatments. I wish you’d let me fly in one of the sled dogs so you could at least try the treatment out before you decided to give up everything and go native, as they say.”


He would have loved that. The hours Joanne spent, rutting against whatever medical device looked vaguely phallic. He’d always called in such a large group. Her legs were always spread while they were in the room, the better to poke her swollen clit with more needs to take tissue samples or to alleviate the swelling. They were talking about installing a shunt in her clit so that some of the swollen tissue might drain itself, but that would have meant using a scapel instead of the large bore needle and it came a point where the boning just felt like the safer option.


Growing up in the Tank, she’d always heard about the whores serving the prison suddenly becoming uncontrollably horny to the point where they would covert with animals. She never knew what that meant, but the idea of being naughty and thrown to the dogs, as was her mother’s constant threats, to turn her pussy to a liquid center.


The thought of spreading her legs in front of others, but men in particular, and let them watch as a dog licked her had always turned on. Getting thrown to the dogs meant so much more than just spreading her legs for men to watch while she was licked, but when she touched herself she got so hot she would weep with shame after she brought herself off.


If thinking of the itch was enough to infect her, she’d infected herself thousands of times. Dr. Holson was always very polite with her, but there was always just the tightest edge to his voice that always seemed to add, ‘you slut’ to everything he said. There were other doctors who specialized in the itch, the treating doctor had permission to document the progression up to and including “documentary” footage of her being introduced into her new village, so he was going to watch her be a dog slut at least for the next couple days.


Her clit stuck out between her cunt lips now. It was the size and width of the last joint of Dr. Holson’s clit. If a dog got it between its teeth and bit, it could pull the balloon knot out of her. She rode that thought for a dozen climaxes, but her cunt burned harder before she finished than before. “Dr. Holson. The shot, please.”


“The fish, you whore,” Dr. Holson snarled, looking over from where he was driving. The vehicle was on auto pilot and they hadn’t passed another vehicle in hours. She’d be giving them quite a good show. “Or do I need to punish that clit?”


She whimpered, but reached down and parted her cunt lips. She braced legs open, one all the way on the dash, one over the headrest. Her cunt was all the way exposed. “What kind of punishment?” she asked, in her little girl voice she was forced to use whenever he wanted to hurt her.


“Are you thinking about the dogs?” Holson asked, his voice sweet again. His dry finger and thumb came around the top and bottom of her clit. “Are you thinking about what those bad doggies are going to do to you?”


“Yes, sir,” she whispered, humping her hips back and forth. He liked her humping things. He’d always said it would serve her well in the future. She hadn’t realized he’d never expected it to work. Her legs trembled, wanting to close with how much her tender skin hurt against his rough calluses, but it was right that he could hurt her whenever he wanted. At least the Itch hadn’t been incurable in some good girl who would be humiliated to be exposed as such.


“Pick up the fish,” Dr. Holson ordered. He squeezed her clit so hard she felt it crunch. Her legs jerked it hurt so good.


“More pain,” she said. “Bad pain.” Words escaped her when her clit was getting all the attention.


No one had smoked in a government vehicle for a century, but they still came with cigarette lighters as standard. Nothing singed the tip of a clit better. He was going to have to mark her with it, in case she was found out in the open. Someone had to know that medical science had tried everything before they abandoned her to a dog bride. She pushed it in with her toe. She would be wedded that night.


“Are you sure?” Dr. Holson asked.


Joanne hated him in that heartbeat for his weakness. He’d come close to applying it to her clit when they were early in the treatment and he was taking her to a brothel to see if human men could wear out the itch, but before it had clicked back out, she’d been in hysterics at him using it on her. A real man wouldn’t have asked what a simple cunt wanted.


Maybe that was the worst of the itch. It reduced her to nothing but the need inside her pussy throughout her entire body. She needed a man to work out the agony of want inside her.


She folded her cunt lips back so that it was nothing but stretched out clit above her angry red gash. Dr. Holson, maybe sensing her disgust with him ground the lighter against the meat of her clit, hard enough that she saw the curl of smoke up from her cunt brand.


She screamed, grabbed the frozen fish and stuffed it all the way up her cunt, the burn inside was worse than the one out. She fucked herself as hard as she could, and when that wasn’t enough, she screamed and gasped and cried. She was going to burn inside and out.


The cat crawled to a maddening stop and she jumped put before it was done. The snow was sticky with the moisture. Her first dildo had been awkward and way too big when she first got the itch. 99.8% of the women who got it got over it. The rest turned into her.


There were few enough woman on the ex-prison planet to begin with. Mutating a disease on the planet that made a cunt cook itself from the inside out the itch was so bad was viral warfare gone sadistic. Joanne packed the dildo as hard as she could as fast as she could and spread her legs. As fast as she could make the hard packed snow, they melted inside her. She humped the snow bank, her legs as spread as they were in the truck.


The doctor was watching, the perv. He enjoyed giving her the injections that helped with the worst of the burn, right in her clit. The thick, syrupy liquid hurt as much as the large bore needle it needed to get down into the core of her pussy, and he insisted through all her medical treatment that she hold her lips open so as much light could land on the injection site as possible, so he said. There was no medical reason why he had to watch her thrust the snowdick into her burning, aching cunt, but she found herself spreading her legs wider, arching her back deeper, and giving him a better show.


“Get up on your knees and bend over,” Holson ordered. She’d melted the snow back down so that her cunt hung in mid-air, but she still tried to rub it against nothing. Icy water melted off her inner lips. It was in the middle of summer so it wasn’t that cold with the snow.


Holson kicked her pussy, the steel mandatory toe connecting right with her clit. He kept his foot up in her pussy, and rubbing her cunt on it with the last of the frozen snow packed inside, her body finally let her come. It had been a month since the last time she’d managed to climax.


When she came back, her jacket had been opened, her shirt pulled up, and her bra was missing. It left her big D cup tits out, and her legs still spread. She was chilled to the bone, even her cunt, for once. “My bra?”


“Souvenir,” Holson said, getting one more shot off his camera. “Take your shirt off. You can crawl to the cat. Might as well get used to it. Muds like their titties on the ground.”


Even as she crawled in a way that her breasts scraped the snow, though she had to keep her legs spread out to lower herself down enough for them to reach, she felt offended. “Don’t call them that.”


He kicked her pussy as she crawled passed him. What had turned off the fire ignited it. “They’re going to cream all over your pretty white skin. The last one had a darker complexion. They didn’t much like that. If you’re going to feel superior fucking a bitch, it might as well be a white one.”


“That’s racist,” she snapped.


He smacked her across the face, then pushed her face down into the snow. She heard his zipper undo, and then felt something warm run down the back of her neck. He was pissing on her. She ground her pussy onto the cold ground, needing something for friction, but there was nothing you could do. “You’re going to be fucking their dogs. You’re a stupid fucking bitch who can’t even speak to the men. You’re lower than their male dogs, because at least they have cocks. Do you get that? Anything with a cock on this planet outside of a few glass domes gets off on telling you what to do. The least of their mutts tells you to submit, you’re not even going to have a seam on the inside of your trousers to protect your pussy or ass. You’re dog meat.”

“I’m dog meat,” she repeated. The piss was mixing with the snow at her breasts, turning it into slushy dirt.


“Mud dog meat,” Holson snapped.


Oh, god. She was mud dog meat. “Whip your mud dog meat,” she whispered, knowing he saw her keep her tits down in the pissy snow. “Whip your mud dog meat on the pussy, Doctor. Whip her good. She’s so stupid, she forgets her pussy is dog meat.”


As though summoned, the driver of the dog team pulled up silently behind the cat. He was dressed in parkas like the old world, but the high powered rifle in the sled was quite modern. Her legs were already spread for Dr. Holson to whip, she just needed to roll on her back, but it would mean taking her breast meat out of the piss. At least this way she was giving the mud a show.


He spoke to the doctor in the way men did on this planet. The words were low and even, but her brain couldn’t make sense of it. The mud man laughed, got off the sled and zipped his trousers down.


She arched her back, hoping the man liked what he saw from behind, but he grabbed her blond hair in his mitt and rode her as hard and as fast as one of his dogs. His cock was burning hot, though as it stabbed through her slick cunt, and it only made the burn worse.


“Keep your hands flat, don’t even think about touching that little clit of yours,” Holson said, rubbing the front of his trousers.


Her hair pulled back thrust her tits at him. He slapped them playfully, and damp they hurt worse. The mud man finished almost as fast as he started, and then headed to the head of his dog sled.


He whistled, the only sign Joanne was to follow, and she tried keeping her tits low, her knees wide and keep up, but she failed. He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her the last twenty yards before throwing her down in front of his lead dog.


They were dogs in shape only. Whatever had crossbred them had made them huge, waist high creatures that dark, leathery skin under their more dog like coat. Their eyes were red though, and glowed. They only used dogs in their sleds, the bitches, human or otherwise, were chained up at their camp.


The man said something Joanne didn’t understand but was universally understandable to women who had grown up as little girls who had gotten their pussy wet at the thought of being where Joanne was right now. She’d landed on her ass directly in front of the single dog in the front of the line. She had to swing her leg wide almost over her head so her knee didn’t smack the animal in its nose.


It looked down on her in all ways. It was physically larger, it was growling, and she had a ten minute presentation on how to hold ones ankles while presenting ones pussy to a mud sleddog.


It looked down, its vision narrowing on her thumb like clit, and it growled again. Joanne held herself as open as she could, arching her back so that she could lift her pussy up to the dog for its approval, but she was never going to get that from any of these dogs.


Its owner, if it had one, had unclipped it so that it could stand over her. She didn’t know how they were going to fuck with her on the ground, but it wasn’t trying to mount her. It took a step forward, hunching down like it was trying to take a shit, and stuck just the tip of its burning cold cock, and pissed in her cunt ice cold jets of urine.


There was no better feeling in the world. For the first time since she started masturbating and not getting off, her pussy was completely devoid of any and all want. She could get up, get dressed and rejoin society right now if the feeling could last.


She sank back to the snow, feeling how cold the rest of her body was now that she was wet from Holson’s urine and her own sweat, but she felt the need to push back from the dog and get dressed.


“You didn’t say it would be so easy,” she said to Holson, annoyed he wasn’t offering to help her get up. She still felt trapped by the demon dog standing over her.


“What would be?” Holson asked, his hand still rudely on his cock.


“The cure.”


“There’s no cure,” Holson said. “The itch is a permanent condition.”


“But I feel fine,” Joanne protested.


“Of course you do,” Holson said. “The dog is going to fuck you now. What good would it be if you wanted it to?”



PART TWO


She looked up to Holson. “Are you serious?” She’d come as hard as she ever had and her legs were weak, but the snow was cold and she was full of dog piss. The man and Holson were talking, repeating a set of words that were very similar but always different at the end.


Holson was selling her. She had thought that the treatment for the itch was dealt through a governmental agency, but tightly wrapped blue bundles were exchanging hands. He was selling her. She was an item now, like the dog or a sled. Even full of ice cold alien dog urine, her itch started again. The dog growled, telling her to keep completely still until one of the two people who were left as actual people, chose to deal with her.


Its cock was still inside her. It had a massive mushroom head, more like a man’s cock than the videos of the earth humans fucking their animals. They were the only examples she’d been able to find. The government kept the treatment for the Itch under wraps since, for most, it was just a rash and two weeks of insane, horny fucking. Two weeks later the infected would hose off the semen and go about her day. For a planet that was 90% men as it was, it was a good system. Some women became infected multiple times without any lingering effects, though after the third time, if she was married, her divorce dissolved if the man so chose. Some didn’t, women were rare. The wealthier of men let their woman crawl back into the house become more dog than human, or she could join a brothel.


Joanne had woken up with the urge to fuck six months ago and it had never gotten any easier. The dog was hunching forward now scooting as though wiping his ass on the ground, and it growled at her.


She couldn’t understand the men when they talked, but the dog clearly wanted her to hunch up and down as best she could on its fist size cock, and that she wanted to do. The displaced cold piss inside her ran down her pussy.


The mud man growled something. The dog stopped, glaring at Joanne for getting caught.


“Good doggie?” she asked.


The mud man lost his shit. He grabbed her by the hair, yanking her off the fist in her cunt with a wet plop and piss went everywhere. He threw her to the ground again, kicking her legs apart, and spoke to her harshly in the guttural sounds of his language. He then took off what looked to be a very western style leather belt, considering the pelts and fur he wore, picked her right foot up by the ankle, and started wailing on her pussy.


Her clit was so front and center, it was hard for him to miss and he rarely did. She screamed, the pain was as bad as the large bore needle pushing the burning liquid inside her core, but it didn’t stop. The dogs started baying, the beast who had pissed inside her was free from its mate and and gotten a better place in front to watch the beating.


The more her cunt hurt, the more she understood her mistake. She was just a hole in the ground, and yet she’d spoken to one of her her masters as though it were the dumb beast. “Forgive me,” she sobbed, wanting the lashes to be thinner, to be faster, to be grouped closer together. She was the dumb beast, not the dog. If he chose not to fuck her for disrespecting him so badly, she would deserve her cunt burning her from the inside out.


When he finally dropped her leg, he kicked her in the cunt. The toe caught her dead on. He snapped something, and when she didn’t recognize the command, he manhandled her so that she was on her hands and knees, her legs so wide the muscles hurt across her pussy. He repeated the same word. She couldn’t even say it after him, her mouth wouldn’t form the words, but she understood this position to mean that sound. She wiggled her ass in a way that might be pleasing to any of the males watching.


“When you’ll be married to the dogs tonight, you’ll be well and truly fucked in front of the entire village,” Holson said. “These may be some of the last words you will ever understand. You should know, bitch, that husbands pay me to infect their wives. He drugged you and I shot your clit up with the infected venom. Your adopted daughter is how old now, sixteen?”


“Fifteen,” Joanne said, her cunt quivering. Harry had been the perfect spouse through all the humiliating tests. He hadn’t wanted to be in the room, but she insisted that he be witness.


“Even better,” Holden said. He came up behind her and kicked her hanging breast. More than just dog piss leaked out of her cunt. She would lap it up as she was lapping up the intention. Life as so much simpler as an animal. Even the most simple tasks since marrying Harry she had managed to fuck up.


She heard toe nails clicking on the frozen tundra. Without being told to, she reached behind her and opened up her ass cheeks, presenting her entire cunt to her master. Whether it was the dog or the human, it didn’t matter. The mud man patted her ass and the dog pushed himself over her. They probably weighed the same amount. She deserved to have her ass torn apart for treating her master like an animal, but he graciously poked at her cunt instead.


It stabbed the wrong place before going into her hole and the widest possible angle. She’d had the head in before. It rested just perfectly against her G-spot. But the dog kept hunching forward, scrambling on her waist to get better hold. There was so much cock. When it tapped against her cervix it hurt as much as it did in her monthly whore-check up, to make sure she wasn’t fucking anyone but Harry.


Pain ripped at her, deep in the core of her. Something, that mushroom headed cock, had slipped a narrow, hard object into her cervix, up into her womb. She screamed, trying to get away, but she was being pinned down by the dog. The massive fist thing was next. It hurt as bad as labor contractions, but something was trying to get up, not out. She couldn’t believe getting punched in the womb by a dog would hurt so much, and she had imagined what it would be like to get punched in the womb by a dog. The thought had been the final image that got her off when she diddled herself.


“You’ve never felt how a mud dog fucks, have you?” Holson asked, his voice mockingly tender. “The head of the penis inserts a feeler in through the cervix and then, while it comes, the rest of that head forces its way through. You’re being bred right now.”


The dog had stopped with its hunching movements and its tongue flopped out from between its teeth and had pooled on her shoulder. The pain was so immense she didn’t know if she could support both their weights. It started fucking her like a jackrabbit as it came. It was like getting fucked by a forearm that another man was using his whole weight to slam it into her.


She’d slept with exactly three men before contracting the itch. She’d lost her virginity on her wedding night. They’d made gentle love under the blankets with the lights off after spending half of her sixteen years imagining how it would feel to be thrown to the dogs.


She came hard enough that the screams were virtually unchanged. Nor did it stop the assault. She couldn’t manage all the feelings inside her. She started to piss, not ice cold urine from the dog but her own liquid that had been building up inside her.


She had to stand in front of the men, spreading her legs as wide as possible and holding her lips apart. Holson used a red sterilized bucket to capture her urine and whatever had remained of the dog and he gave her another frozen fish.


She shoved it in place herself, but he checked its position because she might have put it in wrong. “Would you like one for your asshole?” Holson asked.


She turned around and bent over, holding her ass apart, too. She was getting a grip on what she needed to do, and that was hold herself open to whatever had a dick in front of her. “Your new master owns a breeding farm for the dogs, but his son races professionally. You couldn’t have gotten a more perfect arrangement.”


She might have gotten a small family who treated their dog bitches no better or no worse than their actual dogs. “May I ask a question, sir?” she asked, her voice already sounding strange.


He grunted. After the fish got shoved in, he started to put in the possessions she’d been treated for. They looked like ingredients. Dried up internal organs of something fishy. She’d just been released and already she wanted to hump something to fix the itch. The fish helped, but not enough. If she jiggled, she felt the frozen scales and fins scratching at her.


“Am I to be bred?”


Holson shrugged. “Who the hell knows?”


The mud man snapped something at her. She knew to come immediately. She knelt down on the spot he pointed to in front of her, and got kicked in the face for it. Her lip immediately started to swell up. “Oh, you stupid bitch. Lie down with your legs spread. If he snaps his fingers, get into the doggie position. Either way, if you don’t split your cunt open with your fingers, he’ll kick it open. He might just for the thrill of it.”


She apologized uselessly and lay on her back, using both hands to hold her cunt open. She was wet and it was cold, but the sizzle was back between her legs. His boot came down right on her clit and the frozen rubber almost tore her clit off. She didn’t close her legs, but bit back the scream. “Are you that stupid you have to be told to play with what he’s been kind enough to feed you?” Holson demanded. “Once it’s been in a dog’s bride snatch, the male dogs won’t eat it. You’re cooking it in there for bitches breeding “The women will tell you more, if they feel like it and you’ve earned it. When in doubt, beg to be fucked by a dog. They think all white women are dying for dog.”


The itch made that literally true. The fish had already become malleable inside her. She cried out, trying to fuck herself harder, but it was nothing like the fury of the dog cock deep inside. 


When she looked back again, Holson was gone.


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