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PREVIOUSLY: Penny is kneeling before Esmeray with her head in her lap. Chastity is lying on her back, hip-to-hip with Penny, looking up at Kadidia. NOW:
Shifting to her knees, Kadidia hiked up her dress to her hips and sank down right above Chastity’, giving her a front-row seat to Kadidia’s transformation, one that put even other succubae to shame. Playing with Chastity, she asked curiously: “Does it hurt, lying on your back with your hands tied behind your back?”
“Yes Goddess!” Chastity answered, the pitch of her voice confirming her discomfort.
“Good. It doesn’t seem to be interfering with your enjoyment, though?”
“No, it doesn’t, Goddess.”
“Kiss me,” she barked, and then moaned with pleasure as Chastity did so. “That’s a good girl. SOO much more cooperative than your little face-down girlfriend there, who always has to pretend to put up a fight before she caves in. Well, so both you girls know, I’m impatient. So we’re not going to be wasting any time asking her to do anything. We’re just going to enjoy her. Here, give me that,” she reached for the olive oil bottle and poured it on herself. “I’m going to test Penny for you, to make sure she’s ready,” she announced improbably, generating an anxious, useless squealing and wiggling by Penny that made her laugh. With both hands, she swatted Penny’s cheeks, causing her to jolt and make an intense, if muffled, sound into Esmeray’s crotch. “Always so difficult!” she mock-complained. And snickering: “That’s why I want to check her out for you. Best let me protect you by going first.”
And with that, she rose up on her knees and began moving forward, using her hands to position Penance just where she wanted her, and at the same time, to feed her even more magically than she had already had, a low level, too little for her to detect, knowing she would still be primed. Kadidia’s touch caused Penny to jerk like a bunny trying to jump when she made contact, then try to scramble by instinct as she felt Kadidia press against and push through her opening. As she felt the full girth prizing her, she fluttered and wiggled, making muffled noises between Esmeray’s legs. Kadidia kept magically charging her, staying under her radar, and then activating her twister to go to work on her.
“You—stop!” Esmeray yelped, using her free hand to pull up on Penny’s hair, revealing her huffing, strained red face:
“Please no Master. Please no Goddess! You’re too big you must be! Please I beg you…”. Esmeray and Kadidia shared an evil look of pleasure over Penny’s wrenching, twisting back. Esmeray’s was mixed with a kind of physical revulsion that Kadidia could see she was resisting, the combination of expressions on her face something like a morbid fascination, a person’s inability to look away from an unfolding calamity despite the distress it was causing them.
Kadidia leaned down and whispered in Penny’s ear: “Resisting is the worst thing you can do, peaches. Physically, I mean. You need to do exactly the opposite and relax… that will make it sensual. When you fight, your muscles make you tighter and…” Kadidia laughed “your weakness makes me … well.”
“Oh! Ican’tIcan’tI’msorryI’msorryIcan’tIjustcan’tIcan’tomigodIcan’thelpitIcan’tIcan’t—” Penny squealed, a high-pitched sound of vulnerability, and it broke the spell on Esmeray. She shoved Penny’s head back down, and looked more relaxed to be feeling her than listening to her.
“You know her twister will protect her, don’t you?” Kadidia explained to Esmeray. “It’s part of the training.” Kadidia hissed. Esmeray swallowed and nodded, showing her comprehension, but Kadidia could see she was struggling, and against internal forces she might not be able to master. “If you have to break contact, it’s fine. For intense activities like… this?” she glanced down at the still-thrashing Penny “You normally want at least two succubae or qahramanat for each jariya..” She shrugged. “But I think it’s safe to say these sweet hot girls aren’t going to give me any problems.” She laughed. “I’m not worried.” And she put her own hand on the back of Penny’s head, pushing down so hard Esmeray froze in fear as her body remembered—things—But Penny, after getting more agitated for a second, fell limp, becoming completely passive to Kadidia.
Laughing with satisfaction, Kadidia pulled up on her hair again and they found she was still passionate, but just passive. “That’s a girl,” Kadidia complemented her. “Let her chains loosen a bit?” And when Esmeray did, she pulled the girl up, using one hand to pinch and roll her nipple while the other hand turned her red, emotional face, and kissed her, softly, even as she continued to wreck her, inch by inch. “Kiss me back sweetie” she commanded calmly, smiling when Penny did. “That’s my girl. That’s my good girl. I’m almost there sweet thing. Tell me I’m your goddess and master and how badly you want me. Do it!”
“You are my goddess! You are my master!” the girl admitted, so deliriously Kadidia couldn’t even tell if she knew what she was saying. “Ruin me, Master! PLEASE!”
“I think you like it,” Kadidia whispered. “What kind of whore moans that way for this kind of treatment?”
Literature Section “06-115[X] Kadidia’s Obedient F***-Puppets”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 115 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 848 words::Explicit 1117 words—Accompanying Images: 1906-1909—Published 2025-06-13—©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.