




Explicit version containing sodomy, analpenetration, chastity, prostatestimulation, masturbation, consensualnonconsent, overpowering, and puberty themes at 06-112X True, Desperate Confessions at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman
PREVIOUSLY: Channah leads Penny in an intense and passionate dance while Kadidia is holding Chastity from behind working her over. NOW:
“I asked you a question, Pleaser! How about Chas?” she grinned evilly, her eyes boring into Penny’s, as inescapable as sunlight in a desert
“Domina?”
“Don’t play dumb, Penny. You make a very! Bad! Bimbo!” She emphasized with three outsized thrusts. “The worst part about this position is I can’t correct you the way I want to!” She complained, but then swatted where she could reach, a tight mean grin on her face as Penny tried to dodge her. “Now, do you want to finish your business or do you want me to leave you hanging out there while Chas and I go spend our first day of honeymoon by ourselves?”
“Please don’t stop, Domina!”
“Try again.”
“I want to finish my business, Domina! Please, please let me—make me—Domina!” Penny whined.
“Then you better be honest!” The cruel smile widening, her eyes drilled into Penny’s as she demanded: “Do. You. Think. Chastity. Will. Have. To. Be. Trained. To. Like. Boys?”
“No, Domina,” Penny sobbed, admitting what she knew. “Chastity likes boys and girls.”
“How much?”
“Chastity—likes boys a lot.”
“Any in particular?” She smirked, driving the nail home.
“Please, no,” Chastity begged, and Penny, wrestling with it, conflicted between loyalty to Chas, and simultaneous fear and the desire to please Channah, gaped like a fish without any sound coming from her mouth, her eyes trapped by the gravity of Channah’s even as she pulled her head back and turned it down as if she were trying to look away.
Channah began punishing Penny again, eliciting a useless whine from Penny.
Channah shrugged, her lips wrenching back in a savage smile-that-was-no-smile that particularly terrified Penny. Deciding if she was going to quail like a baby bitch, she should act like one, Channah compressed her again, making Penny leak. But it was enough, enough to embarrass Penny, demonstrate Channah’s power, and illustrate her point: “You’re not as brave as you like to pretend, Penny darling. I hope you’re comfortable at least. Do you think Chas will even feel guilty while the two of us are hugging and kissing and cuddling one another in my safe warm bed, and you’re still hanging out here like a rotting netful of old medlars?” she asked, beginning to pull out of Penny. “Will she even think of—”
“TELL HER PENNY!” Chastity screamed. “I’M SORRY FOR BEING WEAK! PLEASE TELL HER! I LO—”
Kadidia clamped her huge hand over Chastity’s mouth and most of her face, silencing her utterly, as the two succubae laughed.
“One last Chance, girlie,” Channah offered. “Any particular girls Chastity’s got the hots for? Maybe, had a crush on since… oh I don’t know… you first met?”
After sputtering for half a second, Penny broke down in the face of overwhelming force and an even greater obviousness that everyone already knew what she was going to say anyway, whether they were eager to hear it or loath to say it, sobbing: “Yes, Domina.”
“Oh, my, this is sooooo juicy! Tell us, Penny—do you know who Chas’s secret crush is?”
“Yes, Domina,” Penny croaked.
“Well? Who is it?”
“It’s me, Domina. It’s me,” Penny wept.
“Does she LOOOVEEE you, Penny?”
“Yes, Domina.”
“Then come on and say it! You know better than that!” And she encouraged her again.
“Yes, Domina! Chastity has a crush on me—Loves me!” Penny clarified. He sobbed: “Chastity loves me.”
“You know that? For certain?” Channah asked coyly, returning to using her hand for showing Penny how much she loved her.
“Yes Domina,” she admitted, scarlet for herself and hurting for Chastity’s humiliation, but also desperately, pathetically grateful in her need to please Channah, feeling both worse and better at the same time by her confusing mix of feelings.
“You’ve known that for a loooong time, ever since you two were still boys together, haven’t you?”
“Yes, Domina. I’ve known. I knew it before I even realized what it meant.”
“All those times before your priest gave that speech that sounded like it was God talking through the priest directly to you boys and Penny almost died inside… just like she’s feeling now…”. Channah hammered another nail, more like a spike, right through both girls, relishing how Penny’s eyes filled with horror and confusion over how she knew these things. The same expression that was on Chas’s face when Kadidia dropped her hand and set it back to what it had been doing, tightening her other hand around Chastity’s wrists just to remind her how helpless and easily-handled she was.
Channah wrapped her sweaty left arm around Chas’s neck at the same time and gave her a wet, messy, sloppy deep tongue kiss, then used her arm to pull the humiliated girl closer to Penny, stretching her between Channah’s arm hooked around her neck and Kadidia’s unyielding hand yanking back on her wrists, as Channah pulled her physically into the dance even more intimately, and whispered to both of them:
“I know fucking EVERYTHING there is to know about you boys.” She snorted, as if it were obvious. “About all boys. When are you going to get it? We were made to get inside you… so to speak!” she snickered, physically emphasizing the point. “Body and soul! We’re dream-walkers and mind-readers from hell, my innocent little girls! I am the Queen of Lust! I personally harvest a dozen souls every day before I even wake up! Whatever you hope most desperately I don’t know yet—oh! There, I know it! That was easy! You two are pathetic!” she and all the Succubae were howling with laughter by this point. “Sugar bears, you’re darling little sweeties and I adore you both more than I can say, but nature has made us unequal. You were made to serve me in all ways, and I was made to top you and all the other little boys in the world!”
Literature Section “06-112[X] True, Desperate Confessions”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 112 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 983 words::Explicit 1104 words—Accompanying Images: 1893-1897—Published 2025-06-11—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.