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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??
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