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PREVIOUSLY: Channah and Penny are locked in an intense and passionate dance, Channah desperate for an intimacy she never imagined existed and Penny whipsawed by her deep responses to her alternating affection and abuse, all of it magnified by the larger powers unleashed by the darkest rituals of the succubae in this unholiest of places. NOW:
Channah drove Penny like a charioteer driving her mare into a frantic lather at the colosseum, heedless of—no, reveling in—the damage and chaos she caused as chariots crashed and competing animals and drivers were destroyed all around her, a price she was willing to pay for her victory, and indeed enjoyed as a benefit of it.
Faster and faster, her hips powered her tattoo against Penny’s soft buttocks and thighs, sending the girl bouncing everywhere her position, hanging suspended by her wrists and ankles like a human swing over the fiery pit, allowed her to rock. Channah gripped the railing above her, making hers a full-body workout, barely aware someone else was substituting in for Kadidia behind her,.
One of the greatest benefits of the twister, Channah thought, not for the first time, was how it worked on both a succubus and her boy under the nearly-second-nature instinct of the succubus. It was powered largely by her subconscious, becoming just another muscle flexing automatically, in conjunction with all her other muscles, to effectuate her desires. It also allowed her to focus even more-selfishly upon her own pleasure and satisfaction, while it coiled and shifted and mustered itself to put just the right pressures, in just the right places, at just the right pace, to tease and torment her girls the way Channah liked to do, without Channah having to think too much about aiming or aligning herself with any particular part of a partner’s body. The twister did that for her. Channah’s grunting became more and more primal as she warmed up again, so hot and high she almost imagined she could turn off the firehose of her seductive magic and still take this mood further by just riding it. But maybe she was less confident of that than she ought to be. What she told herself, was that she couldn’t risk letting up because for the sake of the ritual, she needed Penny to have conflicting experiences of pleasure and torment at once, while she experienced perfect bliss.
Channah’s eyes started fluttering as she threw her head back and roared like a lioness, hearing Penny’s strangled cries complementing her. Oh! She was so responsive, deeply and instinctively: a perfect lover and plaything for a selfish bitch of a succubus.
Channah whispered another string of filthy curses, these all of human origin but from half a dozen different languages. “I’m—soo proud of you, pretty girl! You’re—almost done, baby!” she assured her submissive lover.
“Yes, Domina!” she screamed agreement, misunderstanding.
“No—I mean—afterwards, when you’re really drained and at your lowest ebb—if I give you a turn, I’m going to need you to do something for me. Really give it your all.”
“IF?!” Penny wailed, uncomprehending. “IF?!” She wept. “I don’t think I even want this! Not—not this way, ooh, aah! I don’t think I even should be able to—it’s not right—BUT I DON’T THINK STOPPING IS AN OPTION DOMINA!!!” she half-hollered, half-whined. “I can’t—I can’t imagine—I can’t even think—oh, god, Domina! What you do to meeeeee!”
“Yes, ‘if’ baby,” she insisted, hardly able to imagine it herself, and determined to make Penny say ‘yes’ because if she said ‘no’… Channah had no idea what she would do. Stop herself? Really? Oh Penny you have to say yes…. But out loud, she managed: “It isn’t a right for jawari slave-girls, is it?”
“No Domina,” Penny had to agree, shaking her head, almost looking as if it were beyond her ability to imagine but she knew she had to obey.
“No, sweetie, it’s a privilege. A—gift. A—a—fucking blessing, bitch!”
“Yes, Domina! I know, Domina,” Penny whined and wept.
“So, yes, IF you—you want it, baby, and it’s totally up to you, but I’m—I’m going to need you to—show me you mean it when you promise you want to make me happy. Show me, once and for all, tonight, before you leave this platform.”
Penny looked genuinely surprised, although it was a little difficult to be sure under the submissive, helpless, completely placative and adoring posture she displayed to show respect for her Domina. Eyes rolling and voice rising plaintively, she wailed in shock: “You mean there’s more? What else—what else IS there, Domina?”
“Taking this from another boy, bitch, instead of from a girl with bonus features. You’ve known it was coming, don’t pretend you didn’t!”
“I—I know, I didn’t understand—I know I agreed Domina! I won’t go back on my pledge, Domina, I promise! I’ll give you everything. I want to give you everything! I know that now! I just—I didn’t know what you wanted!” She sobbed. “I promise, Master, I’ll do as you command! I know what you expect from me, Domina! I’ll be good! I’ll be good! I swear I’ll be good, Domina, anything you want, whoever you want, I love you!”
“Oh, dumpling,” she purred, “I know you want to be my good girl. And I want you to be passionate, so sexy baby. That’s why I’ve arranged an extra-special treat your first time, so maybe even you’ll learn -um, well, it’s not exactly your first time, I guess, is it? I mean, the first time you put out for me, darling.” Keeping her eyes feasting on Penny’s desperate, pathetic, needy form dangling out in space, absolutely nothing but a bit of air between her and the crazed armies of devils below, Channah called over her shoulder: “Kadidia, is our other little girl ready to come back to us?”
“At your command, Majesty,” the woman answered, smoothly and calmly, her sweet bakhūr presence close by her side.
“Then try to bring her back, Kadidia. Penny, you can do your part to help by trying your best to lure her back to this world. Show as much need and love as you can muster for your sister-wife! Callher back to us!”
Penny’s eyes shifted just to Channah’s right, where Kadidia had casually propped up Chastity, nude except her cage, her twister, her ring, her collar, and the tight leather harness she had been strapped into, sexy elaborate straps crisscrossing over her body like threads of a spider’s web from her collar to her thighs. Like a puppeteer storing a puppet, Kadidia had effortlessly set Chastity on her knees, holding her upright by one hand on one of her shoulders. Chastity’s hands seemed to be tied behind her back, not that she was aware. At the moment, her body was an empty meat suit, muscles slack, head dropping, an inanimate dead weight of flesh utterly disconnected from her friend, whose soul had been taken and secured somewhere far, far away from her body by the magic of the succubae.
Still reeling from her own experience there, the moment she caught sight of Chas, she screamed in horror and recognition, at the appalling absence of life writ large across her friend, something she knew she had done (had been?) only a few minutes before. Her shock at the sight was compounded because she had had no perception of anything in this world when she was in the same state; and therefore, her conscious mind had not been presented before with the icewater spectacle of her friend’s body looking way more dead than alive.
The mind and the body knew when they were looking at a dead thing. They knew, and were shocked to the core.
Literature Section “06-109[X] The Last Seduction”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 109 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1246 words::Explicit 1353 words—Accompanying Images: 1881-1883—Published 2025-06-07—©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.