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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Original_Work
  Additional Tags:
      Bestiality, Slavery, thorns, things_are_going_to_get_worse
  Series:
      Part 1 of Sled_Bitch
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-04-06 Chapters: 1/? Words: 2305
****** Sled Bitch ******
by Sneakysneaksnunk
Summary
     In the north, Abandoned slaves huddle together at points on the path.
     Life is cruel and masters are even more so. This is dirty-bad-wrong
     fic, straight up. Heed the warnings. In this world, slaves serve all
     their masters, on two and four legs.
Notes
     Last chance to abort. Bestiality, sexual slavery and more ahead. If
     you read on past here and still get offended, it's time to reevaluate
     your life choices.
I thought there were two boys huddling by the abandonment shack where other
northerners could dump slaves and sluts that they couldn’t or wouldn’t support.
Leaving a slut along the trail was almost certain death. The abandon ones had
to trade their bodies for food. Between female bitches and male sluts, I much
preferred fucking the sluts into the ground. I had had one for a while who had
been very well trained even when I guided him to Lightning, my best dog and he
took the knot like a champ though it tore him up.
 
I don’t share holes with animals so I traded him off for a couple of strong
young dogs, but I have to admit I missed the willing tongue licking my dick at
night. The path to the town went past an abandonment post where other
northerners dropped their sluts and bitches if they couldn’t take care of them
or didn’t want them anymore. It had been a good couple of years and most fur
traders had more than enough money at the end of the season, but I always
glanced at the shack. Most sluts in the town brothels were worth hundreds of
coins.
 
The post wasn’t empty. Two whores huddled together for warmth. They were
usually bitches, at least. Getting a pretty new bitch pushed the old bitch to
the kennels and the kennel bitch that already occupied it was the first whore
to go when food was limited. So the abandonment post was usually useless but
there were always exceptions to the rule.
 
I stood on the trail, not going into the deep snow. They didn’t have trails
into the shack; they must have been there before the snowfall. If they were in
the abandonment shack, they knew they must accept  dog cock as part of their
duties. Northers kept pretty young things in their bed, but eventually another
pretty thing would appear. The oldest bitch was gone. There weren’t a lot of
sluts that men would just abandon. There was always someone willing to trade
bits for sluts, even if they had gone to the dogs.
 
“Halt,” I called. The dogs pulled to a stop. I set the anchor just in case.
Without a sled, men died. The slut on the right automatically turned to me and
obediently spread his legs. The slit from ass to cunt if it had been a female
was in place like a proper slut. His little dick was as smaller than my baby
finger. He had hair around his dick and his balls had fallen. I wanted to hurt
it. My dick was hard.
 
The other was a bitch. Not to my taste, but she was young enough to have value.
They took off their head wraps and looked at me. The slut was even grinding
against the hard edge of the snow his lude leg spread had created. The ice ran
up and down his dick. I wanted that. I wanted to take one of the icicles that
came with the spring and shove it into his dick, watching his expression as the
icy stake got wider and wider. I would make him fuck his own dick until there
was no more ice to fuck it with. “You, boy. Come here,” I called.
 
“We come together, master,” the boy called back. “I can’t leave my sister
behind.” He had a strong southern accent. Northers and southers spoke the same
language.
 
Sister. Interesting. I had no interest in bitches, but I could give her to
Lightning to break her in and then send her out to the kennel without any pesky
emotional attachments. It had been a very successful year. I could easily
support them both. The cold was coming despite the promise of spring. Tonight
would be as cold as the coldest night of the year. There hadn’t been tracks on
the path and there was no promise another sled would come by. I would take them
both. I motioned them forward.
 
They stood up and held hands as they approached. Within five feet they knelt
down and kept their knees wide apart. If it weren’t for the snow drifts, I
could kick them hard and see how they reacted to pain. “I am not a kind master.
You will serve me and I will hurt you, but you will receive food and shelter.
You will be safe with me if you obey. I will leave marks. I will fuck every
hole you have. You will serve my dogs willingly as you will serve me.”
The bitch looked slightly alarmed. The slut listened with his lips parted and
his face lit up. “My body is your body, master. Do with it as you will.”
 
“Do with it as you will,” the bitch said, looking away.
 
I turned to her. “I have no interest in forcing you to serve. You will do it
willingly or you won’t do it. If I have to discipline you seriously, I will
abandon you after the second time. You will have the hardest of tasks; I do not
know if you are a virgin or not but you will be love locked to Lightning and
his will be the only cock you serve.”
 
“She’s a virgin,” the boy supplied. “I am too. We came here to serve our true
calling.”
 
I stepped forward, nudging some of the snow up into her cunt. She shivered and
then rocked against my boot. “She has the fever,” the slut provided. “All she
can think about is dogs. It humiliates her to say it, but she would fuck a dog
right now of you ordered her to do it. She doesn’t know how she got infected,
but it’s raging inside her. We came up here for her.”
 
I shifted my boot so that the edge to the sole was up against her cunt. She
ground her clit against it, biting her lip hard enough to turn it white. “Is
that true?” I asked.
 
“Every word,” the girl whispered. “I need a dog inside me. I’m a worthless
bitch who deserves to be fucked.”
 
I had heard of this disease, but I hadn’t ever seen a sufferer of it. The
souther ladies were most affected, but it was hidden in the family. “And you?”
I asked. I took a hold of his hair, yanking it hard and fast. “What makes you
want pain?”
 
The kid smiled. “Not just pain, master. Humiliation. Use me and my holes
however and wherever you wish. There’s nothing wrong with me. I’m just a pain-
slut.”
 
“But you’ve never taken a dick?” I asked.
 
“Our family was very strict. We were supposed to go off to university this
weekend, but we headed north instead. We’ve been moving for days, through the
snow. We were told the abandonment shed was twenty miles out of town and we
climbed through the snow. I slit my own trousers, and my sisters too. I want
our holes completely available to the first norther who stopped. She will serve
you for food. I will serve you for pain.”
 
His little cockle was rock hard. I preferred my sluts with bigger packages for
the surface area to hurt, but I would take what the gods had provided. I pulled
my trouser down, pulled my dick out. “Come,” I ordered.
 
The boy crawled. He started with his tongue, his tongue gentle. But it was too
cold to have his dick waving out and the boy must have known it. His fur
mittens engulfed my balls and his mouth warmed the cock. “There you go, slut,”
I said, taking hold of his hair again. If he thought he was going to control
the pace, I would fuck that out of him, too.
 
But he took it. I had been graced by the gods, not just in size but in width,
and when I grabbed both sides of his hair and slammed my cock deep into his
mouth, he was only breathing because I willed him too.
 
Instead of panicking like most sluts had in the past, this one looked up at me,
eyes wide. “If I wish to take your tiny dick and balls and feed them to my
dogs, I want you to hand me the knife and spread your legs,” I said.
 
It must have been hard to nod with my grip on his hair, but I felt the rocking
on my dick. I just about shot off them. It would have drowned the slut. He was
just getting to the point where he was going to have to breathe or pass out.
 
I pulled him off my dick and the ice cold wind on my wet skin was like a cruel
knife. It wasn’t that bad of a sensation. He gasped then pushed himself as far
as I had pulled him. He had taken off his mitts despite the cold and gripped my
balls, hard enough that he had my full attention but not quite painful enough
to register. I let go of his hair and rested my hands on his head, just in
case.
 
“Your boot, master, please,” the kid said, his voice muffled with dick.
 
I jammed my boot up against his tiny dick. He ground against it while doing the
things with his fingers. I would have kicked him hard, but he was jamming his
dick against the edge of the sole. He started making sounds, which vibrated
through me as his pathetic little cockle let out a couple of spirts and I
emptied my balls deep inside the slut. I hadn’t had a blowjob like that in
months, and not without paying through my testicles. The pleasure surged as a
ground my boot against the slut’s dick. He only pushed harder against me.
 
The slut dropped to his hand and knees to lick up what he had spilled. The girl
was on her back in front of Baca, my lead dog who wouldn’t do anything without
my permission. She had her legs up and was frigging her clit as hard as she
could. I walked over. She looked up at me, smiling as she spread her legs
wider. I stomped my boot down into it. “No,” I said, like talking to one of my
dogs. “You’ll come when I say you can come.”
 
“Master, please,” she whispered, trying to rub up against my boot. The
surrounding snow was already melting. If she hadn’t been infected by the slut
disease that the southers tried to infect good, norther women, she would have
been freezing. Luckily norther women were immune; the ones who could hunt
provided for themselves and the ones who took the easy path of fucking their
way into comfort grew old, eventually. Souther women infected themselves. I’d
been to one of their cities. Men and women dressed in multiple layers from
their ears to their toes and any display of affection was shunned. The slut
still trying to hump my boot would let anyone shove anything inside.
 
“Get dressed,” I told them, picking up the anchor. “You’re giving the dogs more
weight for them to pull. You’ll reward them for it when we get to the post.”
 
“Yes, master,” they chimed.
 
I grabbed the bitch’s head. “This is your last kindness,” I told her. “Another
wagon will pass by sure enough. For the north, this is a well-travelled path.
You’ll only know dog cocks with me. I have no use for either of your holes.”
 
She shivered. The melted snow across her shoulders was already steaming off. “I
will serve your dogs, master.”
 
“I have a boy at home. He is cruel in his pleasures. You will serve him. When
he is finished with you the only place that will take you is one of the special
souther stables.”
 
She looked up, her eyes wide. She had a gentle smile that felt out of place on
a bitch that had just spread for a dog and been refused its knot. “I look
forward it, master.”
 
One of the bushes that were asleep for the winter was a thorn vine. The deadly
spikes that protected the sweet berries still had their sting. Even with my
mittens on, I still felt the pricks. I broke off a good ten inches and handed
it to her. When it defrosted, it would be quite pliable. “Don’t put this inside
you. You might hurt one of my dogs. You should know what to wrap it around.”
 
She took it with her bare hands. I turned away as she applied it. I came from a
wealthy family that bred strong dogs that were as good at fucking as they were
for pulling their weight. Not watching her hurt herself for me was more painful
a lesson. When she pulled on her split trousers and walked to the sled, it was
with the waddle of a very pregnant woman.
 
“And me?” the boy asked. “Any thorns for me?”
 
I grabbed him by the testicles, squeezing them hard enough to make the boy
squeak. “You are going to have to earn your suffering,” I told him.
 
“You said you already had a boy,” the slut said.
 
“Did you think I wouldn’t?”
 
“No, master.”
 
I grunted. “He keeps me interested. I enjoy watching him play. If you can be
more enjoyable, we’ll talk about pack position. But until I say so, you do what
he says.”
 
The boy’s lips were as full as a girl’s. His lashes were longer. Instead of
protesting, he leaned farther away from the grip on his balls, pulling them
more. He had better love that feeling. Kay was ruthless with the new ones. I
would enjoy watching him with this one. He had a quick, clever little tongue. I
would have to tell Kay he was to keep it. 
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