The Unbearable Itch
What're you staring at? Does it hurt your pride?
This cold-stored white mucus-like stuff. It's the mare juice I picked up from the black market earlier. Juice extracted by grinding down mares.
Mares are packed with mucin, a slimy substance that puts lube to shame with how slick it is.
Not just that protective mucin for the stomach lining—it's loaded with all sorts of minerals, good for your health too.
But I didn't pull out this mare juice to drink it.
No, I was going to use the calcium oxalate in it for training.
It's a compound plants make to store calcium, infamous for causing insane itching on contact with skin.
The itch is on par with poison ivy poisoning.
Especially on super-thin, nerve-packed mucous membranes like the anus or genitals, it feels like your nerves are sprouting out of your skin, twitching and standing on end—a maddening tickle that drives you crazy.
And to top it off, I added a special sauce.
Squiiiirt!
My go-to sensitivity-enhancing gel. The kind that keeps blood flowing, reviving sensation nonstop. It prevents your nerves from going numb during prolonged tickling.
I mixed the mare juice and the aphrodisiac gel into a liquid and headed back down to the basement.
"…"
There was Acturus, securely bound to the delivery table in advance. A bit different from usual—I'd tied her in a bold position.
Mating press prep stance.
Lying on the delivery table, legs hoisted up and over her head, hands cuffed behind her knees in a lock.
Her pussy and asshole fully exposed, unable even to defend with her legs—a humiliating pose.
Oddly, when I moved her legs, she didn't resist violently like usual. Today, she was strangely compliant. No idea why, but hey, works for me. And there was one other difference from normal.
Drip…♡
Clear fluid leaking from her pussy like she was already anticipating something, trickling down to lick at her asshole and soak the floor beneath the chair.
Every time her own pussy juice grazed her anus, Acturus got hornier and leaked even more. Sheep Bride Phase 2 was steadily dragging her into the swamp of lust.
"Leaking like a faucet already. Just holding this pose got you that excited?"
"N-no! Th-this is…!"
Even she knew her excuse was lame, so she stammered. What could she say? Nothing done yet, and her cunt's drooling like that. She had no clue the Sheep Bride had taken root in her womb.
"Then what's this?"
I feigned confusion, dragging my middle finger softly under her anus to scoop up the pussy juice trickling down.
"Hngk…!♡"
Just that, and Acturus shuddered, teetering right on the edge of a shallow climax.
"Did you just cum a little?"
"N-no, I didn't! It's not that—this is all because you messed me up…!"
"Messed you up how? Hilarious. Not that I should talk, but for a woman kidnapped and forced into this, you're enjoying it way too much, don't you think? I never slipped you weird drugs or shot you up with anything."
"Ugh…"
"Maybe you're just awakening to sex for the first time. Girls masturbate like crazy when puberty hits, right?"
"No! I… I never do that filthy stuff!"
Her voice lacked conviction.
"Oh yeah? How about a bet then."
"A bet?"
"Yeah. If you don't cum during today's training, I'll admit I was wrong and apologize fully. No more locking you in the basement, no restraints. Can't promise full release, but I'll let you roam the house freely."
"You said that last time and broke it!"
"You didn't behave then. Today, I promise for real."
Even after all that, Acturus couldn't answer.
Makes sense. She knew if I wanted, I could rub her clit raw and force her to cum anytime.
She gnawed her lower lip with her front teeth, terrified I'd push her past her limits with forced orgasms or violence.
"30 seconds."
"…Huh?"
"I'll touch you for exactly 30 seconds. I'll come down here five times today… total 150 seconds. Just endure that without cumming. Fair?"
"…!"
Her eyes glared daggers, as if to say you underestimate me that much? But she didn't speak. Probably calculating in her head if she could hold out 30 seconds.
I cut her off and spoke first.
"Fine, 15 seconds. Half off. Manageable now?"
Acturus scowled, glaring like I was mocking her that badly.
"What? Pride stung? Want me to make it 20?"
"N-no! I didn't mean—"
She averted her eyes instinctively, then snapped back with wounded pride. She seemed extra submissive today.
Wonder if something happened while I was out.
"…What happens if I win?"
"If you lose, one minute of skinship with me daily from now on. And use polite speech with me."
"What…? That crap again. F-fine. 15 seconds, right? You think I can't handle that?"
She must've recalled it took 20-30 seconds even during clit torture, basing her math on that.
"Your choice. No regrets."
But this wasn't forced orgasm torture. This was a whole different beast. You're in for real hell.
I swallowed the last part, dipped a soft microfiber brush deep into the mare juice tub. Soaked through.
Drip drip—
Acturus heard the thick glops and asked.
"What's that?"
Bound tight, she couldn't turn her head—relying on sound alone.
"Something special. A potion to teach my wife true obedience."
The brush approached her clitoris slowly.
Twitch♡
Twitch♡
Couldn't see it, but she sensed the approach—her slutty pussy twitching vulgarly. Saliva dripping steadily from the pretty vertical slit.
Schlurp—!
The brush met her already erect clit.
Shiver!
The cold mare juice hit her hot clit like ice water on a cat—she jolted wildly.
"Hold still. It's good for you."
"Ngh…"
Schlick schlick
I applied it carefully. Thoroughly coating every crevice between her clit and hood.
Made sure the calcium oxalate and aphrodisiac soaked into every nook and cranny.
A few strokes later, her clit was utterly steeped in it.
"Nngh… What the hell are you painting on?! Time's up, isn't it?!"
"Now for your cute little hole—stay still, okay? Moving might scratch the inside!"
"Ugh."
She realized I was gonna insert something into her urethra like last time—tensed up, then forced herself to relax.
Her pussy parted slightly too. She'd learned clenching the urethra hurt more.
"Quick learner. Smart girl~."
I slathered a smooth urethral plug thick with mare juice and aligned the tip with her tiny hole.
"Here it goes—keep relaxed. If you need to pee, just go ahead. No clenching, got it?"
"J-just do it already!"
"Don't mind if I do."
Squelchhh
"Nng…"
Something slick invaded the wrong hole—her pussy twitched in protest, like it was trying to correct me. Cute. In three days, I'll shove my dick down there for real, so quit whining.
Squish—
The rod hit a blockage—the urethral sphincter to her bladder.
"Nng…!"
She shuddered in horror. Time to make her piss herself first.
Drain the bladder so the juice won't wash off later.
"Relax. Going deeper."
"Hngk… Nooo…!"
Plunge♡
No resisting physics. Her bladder sphincter gave way—urine sprayed out dramatically.
Psshht, spiiiish—
The delivery table had a bucket below for piss or amniotic fluid anyway—no big deal.
I dipped again, slathering her urethra deep inside. No more piss to rinse it now—she'd find out soon.
"Alright, starting now—"
The stopwatch I'd set for 10 seconds blared. I couldn't have finished all that in 10 seconds without knowing her body inside out.
"Haa…! Haa! Done—stop now."
Acturus panted hard already. Four more rounds left today—let her rest for now.
"See you later. Take it easy."
"Just disappear!"
No itch yet—just shame from pissing herself. But within five minutes of me leaving, she'd know. The clit was still coated.
"Yeah yeah."
Itchiness is one of the sensations that can drive humans the craziest.
Pain you can grit through, but as the saying goes, even heroes can't endure itch. Hours of it turns people mad.
Now imagine that on sensitive mucous membranes like clit or urethra. Bound so you can't scratch or rinse for hours…?
Plus a potent aphrodisiac keeping nerves razor-sharp, never dulling.
A state one step from insanity, dragging on for minutes, hours. In this suffocating silence.
"Heading up. Back in about an hour. Scream if you can't take it—I'll come down."
"Don't bother."
A hint of disappointment in her voice, like she half-expected something. Don't worry—once the itch hits, no regrets.
One hour later.
Acturus thrashed her lower body on the CCTV feed. Felt like ants crawling all over—must be killing her.
And that was after piss washed some off once.
Time to head down and toy with her a bit.
But as I glanced at the second-floor CCTV I'd ignored, something felt off.
-Creeeak…
The 'Red Room' door, half-open.
"Huh…? Was the door open before?"
I'd locked it tight when I left. Did Acturus open it? Gotta close it and go down.
I didn't hear the eerie sound from the monitor speaker as I turned to climb the stairs, footsteps echoing away.