Scratching the Madness
Alright, time to give that pussy a good scratch. I closed the door to the mysteriously open Red Room and headed back down to the basement. Acturus was gritting her teeth so hard her jaw bulged, straining with all her might.
Her firm ass muscles were clenched tight enough to cramp. Her pupils were shrunken to pinpricks, and bloodshot veins spiderwebbed across the whites of her eyes.
"How's that? Feeling manageable yet?"
"Hah! Hah... Y-you!! What the hell... grrrk... did you do to my pussy!?"
Twitch! Twitch! Twitch!
Her pussy, flushed beet-red and engorged, spasmed like it was convulsing, lips gaping and closing repeatedly. It was her body's desperate attempt to scratch the itch through sheer friction, but that pathetic stimulation wouldn't even reach her liver, let alone soothe it.
"Hngh, hnnngh, haaak! Let me go, you fucking psycho—right now!"
"Huh? Weren't you the one who so confidently agreed to this? 'Hmph~ Bet you won't last fifteen seconds~?' Remember that? Heh heh heh."
"Haaak! Hngh! Shut up!! Grraaah, I didn't know it'd be like this, fuck—I never would've taken that stupid bet if I'd known!"
I ignored her pleas and stepped closer to her pussy. Her whole body was slick with cold sweat. She'd been thrashing around for hours trying to move, so no surprise there.
Any normal person would've passed out from exhaustion by now.
As I approached, whether from some faint hope or pure instinct, even the slight breeze from my movement made her pussy twitch in response.
"Itches like hell, doesn't it? I'll scratch it for you."
Clink.
This time, I picked up a brush with more spring to its bristles than the fine-hair one from before.
Splash!
I dunked it deep into the chilled itching potion and pulled it out dripping.
"Pussy out. I'll give it a nice, cool scratch."
"N-noh... ngh!"
Twitch♡ Twitch-twitch-twitch♡
Her pussy spasmed wildly in anticipation of finally relieving that insane itch. The brush approached slowly, hovering over the blood-red, inflamed folds.
And then...
Scriiitch♡ Scritch♡ Scritch♡ Sassh♡
"Ohhhk!?♡ Hk♡"
Shiver-shiver-shiver!
Each graze of the rough bristles over her anus sent waves of cool relief crashing through her—like her teeth were chattering from the sheer refreshment.
"Ahh, so refreshing, right? Feels good having me scratch that itchy spot~."
"H-hngk♡ Hooook♡"
Clack-clack-clack!
Having someone else scratch away hours of unbearable itch delivered an explosive liberation—like Acturus's eyes rolled back in ecstasy.
Scriiitch♡ Zzzip♡ Ssssh♡
"Ahhk! Ahaha, ahahahak! Haaaak! Hwaaaak! Ahahaha! Th-there, right there!! So cooool♡♡ So refreshiiiing!♡ Hwaaa♡ Th-there, just a little more, a liiiittle more!♡"
She even burst into laughter, her voice bubbling with delirious joy.
"Yeah, yeah, you mean here, right?"
Sassh♡ Scriiip♡ Scriiiip♡
A bit firmer to tease her craving, and her long white toes splayed wide, gaps stretching to their limit.
"Ahuuuuaaa♡♡"
Tension flooded her pretty right-angled feet. Already pale, they drained of all color from the strain.
Once the worst of the itch ebbed, another sensation surged in its place. Her pussy had been drooling juices for ages, but she only seemed to notice now.
"Nngit!?♡"
It was raw pleasure. An overwhelming climax built, pickling her brain in madness.
"Hwaaat!?♡ Gonna cum...!?♡ C-cumm...ing...!?"
Just moments ago, it was pure relief from the scratching—but now it boomeranged back as terrifying ecstasy.
Scriiip♡ Scriiiip♡ Scriiip♡ Scriiitch♡ Scritch♡
Faster now, back and forth. The paintbrush openly targeted the itchiest spots.
"Euuuk♡"
Her hips bucked wildly as her aurora anus, soaked in white mucus potion, gaped frantically.
"Th-this is weird!♡ F-feeling it from this is totally fucked up, n-no, hwaaak♡ G-gonna cum, cumming!♡ Cumming from a brush scratch...!♡"
A sharp, exhilarating chill no normal fuck could match! And right as she teetered on the brink, I stopped the brush.
"Gonna... cum...?"
Her climax gauge at 99— just one more percent for that crisp, ultimate peak— but the cruel brush went still.
"Sorry, sorry—fifteen seconds up. Here."
Beep-beep-beep— Beep-beep-beep—
I shoved the stopwatch in her face. Sure enough, it read exactly fifteen seconds, just as she'd agreed. Acturus's expression froze solid the instant she saw it.
Not just the frustration of denied orgasm, but the dread of another hour-plus of isolation with the itch returning.
"I'll head back up. You've held out great so far, Acturus. Gonna keep being a good girl?"
"Ah... W-wait..."
"See ya."
"W-wait! Don't go!! Hey!! Stop!"
"Don't 'hey' me. Call me 'honey' or 'darling' or something."
She was gonna bear my kids and live happily ever after as family—might as well sort the pet names early.
"Grraaah... No... way..."
She balked, unable to force the words out. That resistance wouldn't last much longer.
"Alright, I'm out."
An hour later.
"Eut... Hngik..."
She was ghostly pale now, drenched only in cold sweat. The faint spasms from her pussy were the only sign she was still conscious.
Made sense—two straight hours of nonstop itching since it started. Prime time for her mind to crack.
"I'm back, Acturus. Held up okay? Time for a pussy check."
"Hah!?"
She jolted like she'd been shocked, not even noticing me enter, then screamed.
"Do you have any idea how much I suffered!? You fucking bastard!!"
My left hand gripped a fresh brush dipped in chilled potion; my right gently stroked her hair.
Pet-pet.
"Good girl~. We agreed on pretty words, remember?"
Scritch-scratch-scritch♡
I scratched her clit with the brush.
Her face melted. Her pussy soaked through.
"Heuuuung...♡"
Her expression went limp as she nodded meekly. The gentle hand on her head intertwined with the electric brush on her tormented pussy, blurring pleasure from pain.
Key conditioning: my touch equals bliss, etched deep into her subconscious.
"This time, I'll scratch deeper. That okay?"
"Eh, uh...? Heuuu...?"
Lost in euphoric relief from the itch's momentary vanquish, she couldn't respond.
"Okay by me then."
I positioned between her thighs, picked up the urethral rod, and soaked it in potion.
"I'll cool the inside too."
Squelch-♡
"Hii, hiigiiik!? W-wait, not there—not there, you're not seriously gonna—wait, you can't put that in there, that's insane...!"
She thrashed, stammering wildly. She'd felt it—the cool rod touching her urethra, slathered in that potion.
And what would happen if it invaded her hyper-sensitive inner mucosa.
"I'll call you! I'll call you whatever—honey, darling, anything! Just stop, that's not it, it'll break me, break me!!"
"Nah, it won't break. You're a healing magical girl. One of the Supreme 4, apostle of the Life Star. Even without your star link, your base regen beats any normie."
"No...! I can't take more of this... Stop... please..."
"This is just round three. Two more to go. Remember my second lesson?"
"P-promises... gotta keep 'em."
"Right. Our Isara can do that, yeah? If you don't... it might not end till you do."
"...!"
Her face blanched at the threat of endless itch torture. She nodded frantically.
"I-I-I'll keep it! I'll keep every promise!"
"Good girl. Here it goes?"
Grind-grind.
Terror shook her as she ground her teeth, knowing that slime-coated rod—itch-inducer extraordinaire—would soon pierce her delicate urethra.
That face. That reaction.
This was why I'd devoted years. Electric.
Squiiiish♡
"Grhkk...!♡"
Unlike her prior dread, she moaned pleasurably as the rod slid in. Maybe her pussy, stewing in body heat, craved the invading chill.
Squish♡ Squish♡
"This spot itched, right?"
I focused below her clit, rubbing deep to slather the slime.
Her face twisted in bliss, then fear—over and over.
"Done. Heading up again. Whew, this is tiring."
Slower this time. I set an alarm and closed my eyes.
Two hours later, down in the basement—she'd passed out.
Snap!
"Hwaaaak!?"
Flicking her clit woke her with a start. Instant grimace from the returning itch and burn.
"Pussy-scratch time."
Crunch.
Her toes curled tight. Like waking up to a chocolate-syrup-drenched donut—irresistible.
"Q-quick... Hurry...!"
Whining like a kid. I pulled out not the standard rod, but a custom pink silicone one.
"Ta-da~ See this?"
Reverse barbs studded its length. Soft silicone—no real harm. Just insane mucosal stimulation.
"!!"
Normally, she'd shudder at the thought of this in her urethra. Now? Total opposite.
Glint-glint.
Pure anticipation. How cool would those nubby reverses feel plunging in her maddeningly itchy hole? How thrilling?
Her eyes sparkled with it.
"Time to scratch that pussy again. Spread it."
"Hngut..."
Fully compliant now, she lifted and offered her pussy. Turning that prideful bitch into an obedient pet was this easy.
As expected, the final stage approached soon.