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PREVIOUSLY:  Penny is kneeling before Esmeray with her head in her lap, busted and broken in by Kadidia, who is now working Chastity over.   NOW:

Putting one arm across Chastity’s chest to hold her, she used the other to reach between them, attaching the front of her harness to the corresponding nodes on the back of Chastity’s vest, snap to snap and strap to buckle, until her hands were no longer needed, and Chastity dangled like a joey in a pouch or a forward-facing child in a papoose.   Well, she dangled almost like a joey or a child, if its hands were still tied behind its back, and instead of a protective pouch,  leather straps binding her in place to Kadidia, but leaving her helpless and her nude body exposed.

“What’s happening?!”  Chas wailed, and Penny looked back over her shoulder, eyes widening to see her friend staked like a prisoner of Vlad Dracul, her legs spread out and flailing as if the sheer volume of extra flesh inside her was forcing them outwards.  Mouing in panic, she  swallowed and buried her head back down on Esmeray’s lap obediently, even frantically, as if she might be able to crawl inside Esmeray completely and thereby protect and conceal her vulnerable, wide-open body instead of waiting compliantly and uncovered for whatever Kadidia was inclined to do to her.

“Didn’t you hear your Domina?”  Kadidia asked Chastity.  “We’re going to see if you’re actually interested enough in your little friend and whether her acceptance of you, will allow your transformation!  But because you’re both operatives and pathetic jawari of the succubae, neither of you will be in the driver’s seat.  I will.  I will be your puppeteer and you’ll be nothing more than my sock-puppet, your shape and rigidity entirely defined by me.”

Laughing, she knelt back down behind Penny, massaging Chastity’s oily skin, and laughed:  “Let’s get this where it needs to go before anything happens to it.”  Shoving her hips forward, she drove the impaled young man forward, bringing all three of them into connection.  Penny squealed as she felt the activity behind her and Kadidia barked at her:  “You can do better than that, little girl.  Beg like you’ve been panting for Chastity your entire life!  Encourage your friend!  If you love her, and want her dream to come true, instead of disappointing the succubae, you’ll whine like you did for your Domina.”

Oh noo!”  Penny squeaked in embarrassed horror, eliciting laughter from Kadidia and even Esmeray before she made a couple of choking, gasping sounds and finally managed an unconvincing:  “Have me, Chas!  Go on, girlfriend!  Have at me, please!”

The succubae laughed uproariously and Kadidia bellowed:  “More!  Come on, show some spirit, Penny!  You’d make granite wilt!  Call your lover like a siren!  Beg for her!”

“Oh!  Chastity, baby!”  Penny shrieked, digging deep to try and remember every filthy, explicit, outrageous epithet and cry she had heard over the extreme, intense past three days:  “C’mon, baby, take me, damn you, you hot sexy bitch!”

“Penny!” Chastity half-gasped in shock, half-cried in passion.  “PENNY!  Do you—do you really mean it?”

“Of course,” Penny sobbed.  “You silly girl.  Don’t you know how badly I’ve wanted to feel close to you, that way, again—ever since the first time?  I wanted it so badly—I wanted YOU, your lips, your arms Chastity!  For so long I’ve felt like I couldn’t even tell my best friend how much I wanted to be closer with her!”  Penny began thrusting her hips like a whore, bucking and rubbing against Chastity as hard and as quickly as she could. 

“Oh, Penny!”  Chastity wept, her passion accompanied by sharp pain as she was flung violently, forward and back, against the harness holding her, her arms aching from their position, her tight bonds, and the rough physics of being used as a bouncy doll with your arms twisted up behind your back and a ship’s mast filling your nethers.  “I’ve wanted you for so long!”

“Then prove it!”  Penny screamed the challenge, bawling uncontrollably again, surrendering all for what little she could give her friend.  “Prove it!  Fill me up!  Come on, Chas, like she’s doing to you!  If you’re going to send me to hell, Chastity—you better make this the ride of your life—no, of my life!  The best fuck any little girl has ever been given!  Make me yours, Chas, make me yours!”

Chastity shrieked and kicked as she came, obviously finding Penny more than convincing enough, shouting and weeping and apologizing and finally just moaning and murmuring things no one could make any sense of except that she probably truly did love Penny.

Kadidia gasped, straightening up, pulling Chastity off Penny in the process, putting her hands on Chastity’s nipples and roughly playing with her chest as it turned into a lovely pair of breasts and at the same time, feeling her buttocks and hips expanding and pushing in and back on her pelvis as Chastity morphed into a woman in her arms, between her legs, and before her eyes.

Laughing and roaring like a lion, she growled:  “That’s a first… I don’t get too many of those anymore!”  Reaching forward with one hand, she seized Penny’s hair and dragged her up and onto her back, enjoying her look of shock and alarm with just a little gasp of passion as she forced her down until her shoulders touched the stone, still kneeling and obviously uncomfortable.  “Work me, sissy!  Before I wear your little friend out!”  And then she moved forward, making Penny’s whole world turn dusky and musky and overwhelming and all-enveloping.  Swatting Penny, eliciting a satisfying yelp and a prolonged sob as the girl tried to shield her most-sensitive bits, she amplified:  “You heard me—“ and then she sighed, enjoying Penny’s response, until—not long afterwards—her growling noises rose into an even louder roar, as, for the third time that ominous day, the vicious cycle of lust and torment triggered an unholy release of power.

Finally, Kadidia fell forwards, ignoring the cheering and excitement of the other succubae, using the girls as her cushion as she collapsed on top of the two smaller girls, pancaking them under her and enjoying her leisure as they whimpered and gasped for breath under her much-greater weight.

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07-04-F Allied Recruitment Messaging

These images fall into two groups:  Western Allied and Soviet.  The Western images are unrealistic, in my view, only in the extent to which they bring to the surface, themes that were present but heavily downplayed at the time.  Between Nazi Germany and Soviet Russia, the 1930s and 1940s were among the most socially disruptive in European history.  Both regimes used forced labor, starvation, the cold, concentration camps, and death camps to kill and incarcerate millions, while shuffling ethnic groups and entire nations back and forth like chess pieces to suit their designs.  All of the countries involved mobilized their populations for war, and to a greater extent than in previous wars, that included the mass mobilization of women in military, support, and industrial roles they had previously been discouraged from undertaking.  The result was families and friends being taken apart while strangers were thrown together.  This combined with longer-term trends and the general sense of “living for today” given the uncertainty of any future to change the ways workers were recruited, and the way romantic and sexual relationships formed and disintegrated.  Recruiting posters of the time, sometimes subtly but unmistakably, suggested that men could get laid by demonstrating their masculinity through military service; and that women could meet these masculine warriors by joining auxiliary formations that worked in a support role for (in most countries) male warriors.  The subtlety of some of these messages was deliberate because it was subversive:  public sentiment generally discouraged women, in particular, from departing from historical norms and expectations; and was alarmed by the disruptions of war.  But government propagandists used forbidden messaging anyway, often by remaining indirect and vague enough that their methods could be plausibly denied.  The Soviet image is unrealistic because even though it represents a loudly-touted message of international harmony and unity in communist ideology, that ideology was at complete odds with the highly nationalistic and ethnic realities of Soviet propaganda and policy.  There was a categorical inconsistency between, on the one hand, egalitarian Marxian and other communist messaging that preached the end of nationalism and racism in favor of class-based cooperation; and on the other hand, the extent to which Stalin used appeals to nationalism and patriotism to rally support within the Soviet Union for the war and for his regime; while simultaneously directing genocidal measures against ethnic groups and nations considered disloyal or risky from the Pacific Ocean to the Elbe river.  The fact Stalin, himself a Georgian, relied primarily on Russian nationalism, is just another ironic twist.  Western and Soviet propaganda were thus similar in their hypocrisy and cynicism.

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1719 07-04 Flying Aces cover July 1940–Britain’s Youngest Ace—2025-06-13; Rivqah, Roger, and Miryam; magazine cover; compare https://www.airplanesandrockets.com/magazines/flying-aces/images/flying-aces-may-1941-cover.jpg.  In reality, virtually every “Flying Aces” cover had an airplane on the cover, not people away from airplanes.  However, the image struck me as the kind of image gossip magazines would use in reporting on interesting war-related personalities.  I had originally had a mock cover of Collier’s magazine in mind; Colliers had several images of serviceman-and-his-wife during the war although having two women might have been a bit much for general-interest mass-circulation media of the time.  In the end I went with Flying Aces because, duh, the title complemented the theme; they did in fact have (fictional and factual) articles about fighter aces; and it was a British magazine.

1720 07-04 Volunteer for Flying Duties—2025-06-14; Miryam, Roger, Rivqah; recruitment poster; compare https://www.alamy.com/british-ww2-royal-air-force-raf-recruitment-poster-volunteer-for-flying-duties-1942-1945-image418221186.html  propaganda poster), of which there were a number of variants and of similarly-themed and composed posters, for the composition itself; and for the theme of recruitment posters suggesting that joining up is the best way to get laid, see, e.g., https://www.ebay.com/itm/284032713401.

1721 07-04 Take the Road to Victory—2025-06-14; Miryam, Roger, Rivqah; recruitment poster; compare

https://www.alamyimages.fr/la-seconde-guerre-mondiale-affiche-de-propagande-de-l-information-du-public-2-image351137925.html?imageid=3830CED0-63CD-4E2B-8EA0-0F6E32A3E753&p=639688&pn=1&searchId=577cfcdc58da60b6d23b057045f51060&searchtype=0 (for composition and wording generally). And for the theme of women seeking men:  https://uk.pinterest.com/pin/69031806763099077/ and https://www.alamy.com/ww2-propaganda-recruitment-serve-in-the-waaf-with-the-men-who-fly-british-ww2-recruitment-poster-womens-auxiliary-airforce-war-work-occupation-uk-1940s-world-war-ii-image503759123.html, (the latter of which I found when I was preparing this blurb, long after the image was generated, and even has the same pilot from 1720!)  Yes, the base image in 1721 is exactly the same base image as that used in 1720 (although processed differently)!  Posters directed at women were more subtle in the relationship messaging than those directed at men.   Of course, unlike the male counterpart who is encouraged to be tempted by women, proposing women look for husbands in the services might have gone too far towards suggesting women who joined the supporting services were hussies, given the unequal gender expectations of the time, and the great fears of the time in most combatant countries that the social disruption and rapidly changing norms occasioned by the war were undermining conservative values and putting young women at extreme risk.  Nonetheless, I went there with this poster, partly because I enjoyed the idea the same image, and even the same “V-for-Victory” slogan, might hold different messages for male and female viewers; and to highlight the differences between expected gender roles, and questioning what the motives for joining up were for men and women of the time.  I thought about having Hellinore’s sisters be more upstanding ladies looking for marriage, instead of slags looking for a good time, but challenging instead of endorsing expectations is always more fun; and I was trying to think of ideas to get Miryam, Roger, and Rivqah in images that was not-inconsistent with the project.

1722 07-04 Be Stooge for Capitalist War (CPUK propaganda printed 1941-06-21 and taken down next day)—2025-06-14; Miryam, Roger, Rivqah; propaganda poster.  I’m not a real big fan of communism, certainly not of the USSR, and found it repellant that communists in the Western allies were opposed to the war when Stalin was Hitler’s ally in carving up Europe; and when the war aims were more or less justified in terms of defending innocent people getting attacked, plundered, transported, enslaved, and killed by aggressive brutes (although clearly Britain’s desire for a balance of power, and naked French fear of Germany, were also critical), then suddenly did an about-face when Hitler stabbed Stalin in the back and it became a war about propping up Stalin’s regime in the name of global communist unity.  Nonetheless, I found the idea irresistible because the complete about-face in attitudes highlights the antithetical and utterly inconsistent perspectives Western communists of the time were able to reconcile in their own minds.

1723 07-04 Skeevey Aunties welcome youngest Ace back to UK soil 1940-06-29—2025-06-14; Miryam, Roger, Rivqah; old private photo.  See comments about posters for 1720-1722 regarding the origin of the image. When the AI gave me this image, it didn’t really tie into any of my planned posters; but I was too entertained by it to let it go to waste.

1724 07-04 Ace and his Aunties at the Officer’s Club the next morning 1940-06-30—2025-06-14; Rivqah, Roger, and Miryam; old private photo.  See comments about posters for 1720-1722 regarding the origin of the image, and about 1723 regarding the appeal of the image.

1944 07-04 I’d rather be with them… than waiting–The WAC—2025-06-15; Penance & Chastity; motivational poster; compare https://www.alamy.com/id-rather-be-with-them-than-waiting-the-wac-womens-army-corps-american-ww2-female-war-work-poster-1941-1945-image424727714.html.  American recruiters and marketing men seemed to be less subtle on the theme of women looking for men than the Brits.  Yes, the slogan could be interpreted as having more of a war-priority meaning than I think it did; but we’re getting pretty out of the closet here.  I loved this image because of the way it suggests Penny and Chas are half-dressed practically for foreign military-support duty, and half-dressed impractically for a cocktail party, mirroring the mixed message of the poster.

1942E&R 07-04 Workers of the Stalingrad Tractor Plant Named for F. Dzerzhinsky!  Arise and Fight for the Revolution!  Make Stalingrad the Graveyard of Fascism! (English & Russian)—2025-06-16; Kadidia; motivational poster; Translation (Russian to English):  РАБОТНИКИ СТАЛИНГРАДСКОГО ТРАКТОРНОГО ЗАВОДА ИМЕНИ Ф. ДЗЕРЖИНСКОГО!  Workers of the Stalingrad Tractor Plant Named for F. Dzerzhinsky!; СДЕЛАЕМ СТАЛИНГРАД КЛАДБИЩЕМ ФАШИЗМА!  Make Stalingrad the Graveyard of Fascism!.  I love the completely uninspiring wording of the factory name, which is typically Soviet; as is including turgid language like that in a propaganda poster.  The factory named was one of three huge factories at the heart of Stalingrad’s industrial district that became a scene of prolonged and vicious fighting.  All three factories were destroyed in the battle but rebuilt, 2 of them before the war ended.  To my knowledge, the factory workers themselves didn’t drop their hammers and sickles to pick up rifles when they heard the German tanks approaching their factory; but the idea that they might is such a communist, and especially Soviet, trope I wanted to employ it.  There were black workers in the USSR, including for example African-Americans disillusioned by America’s apartheid policies and system and attracted by socialism’s race-neutral language (along with white Americans attracted only by other propaganda messages).  More’s the pity the USSR didn’t live up to it, despite their willingness to capitalize on America’s failings on race issues.  Having a black woman lead a primarily white-male workforce to the barricades would not have been an alien idea to the leftists fighting on the Republican side in the Spanish Civil War three years earlier, and indeed the Anarchist, Syndicalist, and Communist posters portraying strong women and heroic people of color are one of the reasons I expanded the project to include works referencing the Spanish Civil War.  But multicultural internationalism, to the USSR, was a cynical means of recruiting foreign agents and causing disruption abroad, rather than a heavy theme in internal Soviet propaganda.

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PREVIOUSLY:  Penny is kneeling before Esmeray with her head in her lap while Kadidia presses up against her.  Chastity is lying on her back, hip-to-hip with Penny, looking up at Kadidia.   NOW:

“No, no!”  Penny, not seeming to know she was moaning passionately, tried to shake her sweat-soaked oily head with Kadidia’s enormous hand around her, still kissing and making out with Kadidia, the counterpoint between their sweet, gentle, loving kisses and Kadidia’s invasion of Penny so intense Kadidia felt herself gathering to finish already

“That’s not what your body is saying, lovergirl,” Kadidia murmured, using her hand—well, a couple of fingers—on Penny to show her, force her to recognize for herself, how completely and undeniably she seemed to be the opposite of hating it.

But of course, being Penny, she still denied it:  “That’s not—It can’t—What’s WRONG with me?!?!”  Penny’s grunt turned into a hot-blooded shriek as Kadidia went all the way, nipping the girl’s lip and then shoving her tongue down the girl’s throat.

She throttled the girl momentarily with her tongue as she double-filled her, knowing how much the girl had to feel like her entire body had been stuffed, and loving how she was wiggling and shivering, overcome by the intense sensations.

“AWENOAGH!!” Penny managed to squawk again, like an untuned violin played by a cat, breaking down into tears of surrender as her body emphatically yielded, as Kadidia wrapped her arms around the girl and hugged her as tightly as she could, her own roar a deeper sound like the contralto leading Penny’s falsetto. 

Kadidia let her weight collapse onto Penny’s back and Chastity’s pelvis for what felt like a long time, but a time that couldn’t possibly be long enough.  Until finally, feeling she was ready, she whispered in Penny’s ear:  “Thank you, baby.  What do you say to your bunny-tamer for showing you what you are again?”

“Thank you, Goddess?”  Her whining, strained voice such a mix of torment and confusion Kadidia wanted to remember it just that way. 

With a quick kiss to Penny’s ear, she eased out and back, calling to Chas:  “She’s ready for you.  Now let’s make sure you’re ready.  And show some respect, boy!” she concluded, like an afterthought, settling back and enjoying her attentions, trying so hard, as she touched Chastity’s still-masculine(ish) body, the same expert petting that had so stirred her sisterwife, making sure she was ready.

Surprising all three of them by standing up, she took the bottle of olive oil, rolled Chastity up, pulling her feet over her shoulders, and covered her, then threw the bottle aside and began massaging her with increasing intensity.  Esmeray stared up in a combination of amazement, fascination, and horror.  Chas started looking nervous—this was not what she had expected!—and getting twitchy.  Penny just remained where Kadidia had left her, face-down, ignored, left to contemplate her own shameful performance and whatever it implied for any remaining aspirations of maleness she might have had, wrists and ankles still secured to one another, waiting for whatever might come.

“Now that’s a bottom bitch if I’ve ever taken one,” Kadidia opined scornfully, casually resting one boot on Penny’s battered haunches.  “If it was up to me, boy,” she continued, carefully checking and adjusting the leather harness over her dress, making it clear she was addressing Chastity, “You girls are so easy and weak, I’d skip the harness.  I don’t need it.  But unfortunately, you and I are both going to have to pay the price for showing off.  I once—once, so long ago—got a little rowdy at a party and just had to make sure everybody knew what a badass I was.  Some Greek hoplite, a King or an Archon or something, yelling about how there were no real men in Asia or Africa—something I actually agree with,” she guffawed, taking her foot off Penny and squaring off over Chas.  “But like a Greek, he asserted they weren’t men because they wore pants—” she burst out laughing, unable to help herself— “and real men didn’t wear pants.  Greeks!  Greek men!  Standing there in his chiton…!”  She shook her head in amusement, as she lined up her body with Chastity’s… and brought her hammer down, enjoying but pretending to ignore Chastity’s turn to start squealing and thrashing around.  “The world’s self-appointed judges of manhood, and they wear dresses.  It was too funny!  And then he added, ‘not like in Europe,’ as he mounted his partner!  I mean—really!—how could I—possibly have—held myself back?!”  She could hardly breathe at the revelation, although it hardly seemed to phase her.  “I had to put him in his place!  Obviously!  And now, once every couple of centuries, one of my sisters remembers and begs me to reenact the scene to show up—or occasionally, like today, simply put down—some male.”

“Please stop!”  Chastity shouted from below her.

“They said you’re experienced!  I do enjoy a tight sleeve once in awhile.”

“I am—I mean, maybe I could—but—but you’re—you’re so big!—”

She chuckled.  “Why thank you, pumpkin, but I already knew that.  Don’t mind me, baby girl, I’m just—” with a push— “fucking with you.”  Chastity wailed, as Kadidia bounced on her.  “I—call it—poppet-popping!  Yeah, you’re… soo nice.”

“Now I admit… this is an important day.  An… well,” she shook her head, “An amazing day.  The things that have happened here…. I know it’s actually a good use of this trick.  Not just a party gag, but something that might—actually—serve the power of the Succubae and the Court of Lust!  How could I possibly refuse?  And so you… are going to be the first.”

“The—the first?!”  Chas asked, panicked, not having expected any of this a few minutes ago; and not really understanding what Kadidia had in mind.

“The first I’m going to saddle like this.”

“’S—s—saddle?!”  She asked, not liking the sound of that.  “Please, no!”

“It’s going to be awesome.  You should thank me for choosing you to be the first!”  She was well-aware her victim was starting to panic, and relished it.  “Are you still excited?” she demanded.

“I don’t—I don’t—oh!  I am!  Yes!”

“I thought so.  Now… what’s going to happen is…”

Bending over, her body mimicking the shape of his, she nearly put her head to his back, then snaked her arms around the boy-to-be-a-girl, holding her tightly and…

Straightening to a standing position, lifting up Chastity in a single, still-graceful motion, drawing genuinely-impressed applause from the watching succubae.

Putting one arm across Chastity’s chest to hold her, she used the other to reach between them, attaching the front of her harness to the corresponding nodes on the back of Chastity’s vest, snap to snap and strap to buckle, until her hands were no longer needed, and Chastity dangled like a joey in a pouch or a forward-facing child in a papoose.

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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?”

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PREVIOUSLY:  Channah has just finished with Penny.  Now that Chastity has confessed her true love for Penny, and Penny has confessed her loving friendship and submissive desires towards Chastity, the girls are steeling themselves to make love under the withering attentions of the succubae.  They have missed the signs that the succubae have a very different experience in mind for them.  NOW:

“I’ve got you, baby-girl,” Kadidia laughed, catching Penny’s left chain in one strong hand and slinging her like a curling stone over ice across the mattress towards Esmeray, while using her remaining hand on Chastity’s to control and half-frog-march, half-drag Chastity after her sisterwife.  Penny spun nearly 270 degrees and then, as the mattress stripped the lubricating oil from her back, and her body became perpendicular to her direction of motion, friction flipped her over on her tummy to slide the rest of the way to where Esmeray was waiting, giggling at the spectacle.

“Goodness!”  she smirked as Penny approached her position sitting on the mattress, raising one leg as Penny slid to a stop beneath it.  She carefully hiked up her dress and set her boot, sole down, between Penny’s shoulder-blades to avoid getting any of Penny’s oily, briny mess on her dress.  With a moue of pain, Penny started rearranging herself, pulling her knees under her stomach since her wrists were still bound to her ankles, but trying not to disturb Esmeray’s boot. 

When Kadidia had rescued Penny, one of the coven Esmeray did not know had been standing beside her handing her a bottle of olive oil.  Looking from Penny’s still-slick body up to the succubus, she said:  “Thank you, Your Grace, but I doubt she’s going to need this!”

The succubus just winked and walked away, letting Kadidia respond:  “You’ll need it.  For them, I mean.  And I’m afraid your dress—and mine—are likely to be ruined.  I assume you don’t want to save it?”

Esmeray opened her mouth, figured out what Kadidia was really asking, and shook her head firmly.  “No, thank you, Your Grace.  I’ll keep my clothes on.”  And with a glance at Hong, she amplified:  “Lion-tamers and dominatrices aren’t merchandise.  They remain clothed.” 

Kadidia smiled conspiratorially as she took a knee just on the other side of Penny, setting Chastity down like a pet mouse on her thigh, straddling her much-larger owner and gasping.  “For future reference, we dominatrices can do whatever we want.”

Esmeray pinkened and smiled, slightly embarrassed.  “Noted, Duchess Kadidia.”

“But I knew what you meant,” the larger woman assured her, running one hand possessively over Penny’s buttocks and lower back, causing the girl to start in surprise, and then shiver and sigh at the huge hand, learning quickly that Kadidia could be as light-handed as she could heavy-handed.  “Your new behind is gorgeous, babydoll.”

“Thank you, Your Grace,” Penny squeaked submissively at the mattress in front of her.

“Spread your legs a little.”

“Yes, ma’am—Dom—Your Grace.”

Kadidia took her hair, not ungently, in her hand and turned it back towards her.  “What do you want to call me?  More accurately, what is your body telling you to call me?”

“Goddess,” Penny answered honestly, without deception, looking up at the enormous woman wonderingly.  “You’re like a goddess.”  Then, becoming self-aware, she blushed furiously.

“That will do,” she nodded, sliding her booted foot in front of Penny’s face, effortlessly, as if Chastity wasn’t riding that leg like a doll would ride an elephant.  “Thank me.”

“Thank y–?”  Then Penny figured it out, turning red again, and submissively pressed her lips to the tip of Kadidia’s boots.  “Thank you, goddess, for honoring me!”  The last word became a startled squeal as Kadidia released Penny’s hair and slid it between her cheeks, her thumb playing behind her.  “Goddess!  Goddess!”  Penny squeaked.

“That sounded almost like a protest,” Kadidia warned, slapping Penny hard enough to make her jump and squeal, matching the blow almost immediately on her other cheek. 

“No goddess no goddess I’m sorry goddess I—”

But Kadidia was already continuing.  Ignoring Penny, except to use her hand more aggressively, she asked Esmeray:  “I don’t think we’ll try it today, but you know, Esmeray, that if you want, you can make these girls do anything you want?  And unless you or Channah takes them off, they’ll both be securely locked away.”

“Yes…” Esmeray began hesitantly.

“So you don’t ever need to see any evidence they were ever boys.  And I can already see these are good, obedient girls.  They certainly won’t be doing anything without your permission.  So… if you wanted them to use their mouths…”

Esmeray turned bright pink.  “Thank you, Your Grace, I understand.”

“Promise me you’ll think about it.”

She nodded, then forced herself to speak:  “I will, thank you, Your Grace.”

“Now, today I do need your cooperation because our girl is so oily and messy.  To keep her from sliding across the mattress, I need you to hold her between your legs.”

“Yes, Goddess,” she replied, not even realizing what she’d said until after she said it, then turning pinker.

“I’ll expect that from all three of you from now on,” Kadidia noted, idly playing with Chastity’s cock, which remained hard as steel.  “She’s already been on her back today, so let’s just keep her on her tummy for this.”  Briefly running her hand up under Penny to find her still completely soft, she made a mildly-surprised noise before cupping and slapping the girl’s cheeks again, causing her to squeak and jerk cutely before returning her hand to the large, loose opening between her legs.  “Your new body really is darling!  Mm Mm!  I know why Chastity was so excited by it.”  Turning her attention back to Esmeray, she continued:   “That means face-down in your lap.  Can you take her hair and pull her in?”

“I—yes,… Goddess,” she finished awkwardly, taking Penny’s oily, slimy hair in two hands and carefully tugging her towards her crotch, Penny trying to help by maneuvering herself, but pausing before her face bumped into Esmeray’s crotch.

“Pull her in deep,” Kadidia commanded, “so her neck’s angled back and she can hardly breathe at all.”  Esmeray took a deep breath, reminding herself how submissive Penny was, and just barely a boy anymore, and yanked her head in hard and tight, as if she were a saddle.  “Then find the chains attached to her wrists and ankles—”

Esmeray found them under her legs, tugging them out to the sides from under her knees.

“—And pull them in tight over your lap so you can hold them in place with one hand, leaving you a free hand to do anything you want to her.”

“Thank you, Goddess,” Esmeray responded tightly, making Kadidia laugh.

“For now, how about unstoppering the olive oil and pouring some on her sweet, plump ass?”  As she suggested it, she took Chas off her thigh, laid the girl on her back, and pushed her butt-first under Penny.

Feeling them both, Kadidia laughed.  “A hard girly-boy and a soft girly-girl.  A story of two sissies.”  Leaning forward closer to Penny, with another stinging slap to her ass, she scoffed:  “‘Pudding’ is a nickname you really seem determined to earn, little sweetheart.”

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PREVIOUSLY:  As Channah and Penny grow close, and Kadidia toys with Chastity, Channah has humiliatingly forced the girls to confess that they both know Chastity loves her friend Penny in a way Penny does not reciprocate.  Now Channah cajoles Penny into trying to enjoy giving herself to Chastity, knowing she will cross a moral line and a personal boundary in service to Channah.  NOW:

“And for your first boy, Penny, Chas is my gift to you.

“And you love Chas, too, don’t you?”

“Yes!  Yes!”  Penny nodded frantically, back on solid ground.  “I do!’

Of course, Channah insisted on twisting the knife and cutting to the nerve, viciously leering:  “But not the way she loves you, do you, sweetie?”

And when she hesitated, Chas caterwauled:  “Just say it, Penny!”  She, too, was bawling, tears streaming down her face.  “She’s not going to let you—just say it and get it over with!  I know.  Do you think I don’t know?  That’s—why I tried to lie—”

Penny made a croaking sound:  “I’m sorry, Chas.  Not in that way.  But for real, for real, I love you as my friend!  As a sister!”

Chas bawled even harder, sobbing:  “I’m SORRY…. I—I didn’t plan to!  Ever!  But that hurts even more than I could have imagined!”

And now Penny was apologizing back to Chas.  Channah met Kadidia’s syes, the same fire shooting between them that all the succubae—and judging by the noise, all the devils and demons below, too—were feeling as they gobbled up the scene of pathos in front of them.

“But Penny, now you have a way to show Chas how much you love her.  You can let her become a girl.  You became a girl because you are one, a very traditional girl born for the bottom, with everybody.  All you had to do was admit it, and see it for yourself.  But Chas is both, a boy and a girl.  The only way he can become a girl is if you can accept him as a girl in spirit, while he’s physically a boy in every way.  You want to do that for Chas, don’t you, honey?”

Penny, crying even as Channah’s hand moved faster and faster on her penis, nodded. 

“In fact… you’ve wanted it, too… even though you know it’s wrong.  Even though you know boys are not for you.  Because you miss how close you girls can be to one another emotionally.  Even though you know it’s a sin and would have sent you straight to hell… if you weren’t there already.”

The coven members spontaneously applauded and whistled at this, like some caricature of a Greek chorus, or as if cheering for Hell’s team at a home football game.

“YES!”  roared Judah, raising his fists.

“Go, Channah!” squealed Rivqah and Miryam, jumping up and down. 

“Another degenerate bites the dust,” Kadidia directed her narration, and her cruel grin, with particularity at Chastity, who shrank slightly.

Channah, merriment in her eyes, continued:  “You feel an urge to play with boys who like you, boys like Chastity was, even though you know it’s wrong and you know it’s not for you.  Don’t you?  JUST so they like you?  JUST so you can please them, DON’T you?  TELL ME THE TRUTH!

“I don’t know, Domina!”  Penny howled, and Channah knew she spoke absolutely the truth from the pain in her voice.  “I don’t know…” she wept quietly.  “If you say so—I just don’t—I know you know me better than I do….  I do like to please people…” and then in a broken whisper:  “So it must be true….”

Channah felt a burst of heat that made her gasp, conscious of Kadidia’s sharp look, but determined to ignore it and act as if she was operating with all the passion of a waterwheel.  “Then trust me, and tell me what you know I know!”

“It’s true, Domina.  It’s true!  I do love Chas, and I—I have longed to—to be close—”

“Really?”  Chas asked in a dazed, amazed little squeaky voice, which Channah completely drowned out with her own roar: 

To WHAT?!

“To SIN with her—” Penny shook her head, as snotty and tearstained as Chas, both of them blubbering like, well, little girls, stripped and humbled to their cores by Channah in the heteraslakos.

“So what I want you to do, baby, is only for you to do exactly what you’ve secretly been wanting all along.  First with Chas, then with others.  Give yourself to Chas, as freely and honestly as you have given yourself to me.  Will you do that baby?  For me?  For you?!  I want you to not just allow Chas to take you, but to enjoy it, even though it won’t be sexual for you.  Let Chas and the rest of us help you realize your potential to enjoy yourself with pure, Platonic love for her, for the sake of servicing her, for the sake of serving me, with someone you love, innocently and truly.  Can you do that for me?”

Penny nodded again through her tears. 

“And… is a little part of you excited about it?  A little part that’s missed Chas all this time?”

Penny nodded, crying.

“Then say it!”

“I—I want—”

SAY IT!

“I want you, Chastity!  Please, I miss being close to you, and I want you to be able to be a girl like me.  And… I want to be a girl for you, the girl you want,” Penny blubbered and wailed.

“Penny!”  Chastity managed poignantly, before her noises devolved into unintelligible squalling. 

“And now, Penance, I want you to prove to Chastity, and the Coven, and your qahramanah, and everyone else, and most of all yourself, how the idea excites you, how much you care, and how hard you’ll try, and what a passionate little girl you are, so that none of them—and most of all, not you—will ever believe again you’re the safe, straitlaced little prude you pretend!  That’s why I’m touching you so sweetly, so quickly—to give you another big-boy chance to show us what a big man you are by having a real, masculine, macho release instead of a squealy little-girl moment.  So show us!  Show us what a man you can be!  Last chance!  Right—right—NOWWWWWW!!!!!”  Channah shrieked, a long, drawn out, cry fading into softness as she murmured:  “Oh you’re such a good passive girl, Penny, I looove you so much baby.”

With a squawking, squalling, mewling noise more pitiful and worse than any noise she’d ever wanted to make in her whole life, the thing she had feared the most, happened again.

“Oh, look at that precious face!”  Channah managed over her laughter and through her own humming high.  “How was that sweetie?  That didn’t look like a man, and I bet it didn’t feel like a man either, did it?  And here I gave you every chance!  I was right, wasn’t I?  Wasn’t I, sissy?!

“NOOOOOO!!!!!  YES, DOMINA!”   Penny agonized.  “It was HORRIBLE again!”  and as she sobbed and wiggled and shuddered with the misery of her plight, the succubae and even the red devils below dissolved in harder laughter.

“UUNNGGHH!!!”  Channah’s voice gurgled and bubbled at the very bottom of her range, a sound that even managed to penetrate Penny’s overloaded consciousness it was so much deeper than any female’s voice ever should be, as Channah shocked herself by peaking again.  Halfway through it, her voice broke, being hoarse for a second before she screamed at her highest pitch, shocked and overcome, grabbing Penny and holding her as tightly as she possibly could, while Channah just froze, fearing her own heart, such as it was, might stop.

Her eyes widened even further as they refocused, drawn by the extreme and tortured noises coming from below, watching in disbelief past Penny as all the devils started moving—too fast for the verb—they started vibrating, back and forth, and at a frantic pace, like guitar strings, turning into blurs below.  And then some of them—many of them—simply exploded, like rotten tomatoes hurled and smashing and smearing against the desert and their fellows’ bodies, making the desert sand even redder, leaving only gristle and guts and bits of bone like a grisly soup spattered on and all around the survivors.  One rogue bit was even propelled all the way up to hit Channah in the face, an inch from her mouth, which she licked and sucked up instantly, almost before Penny had seen it, definitely before Penny could process its existence or nature.

THAT, Channah knew now, is what had been wrong earlier:  the wetness, the slickness—it was a fucking desert!

At the end, she had pulled Penny so hard, that she left bruises on Penny’s thighs.  Not that Penny could possibly have noticed it in the maelstrom of her own fiery, punishing exertions; or thought about much else than her own feelings, drowning her like a tidal wave; feelings Channah could still feel shredding her psyche.

When she was done, Channah practically collapsed, noticing the surviving devils staggering and struggling to keep their balance below.  She only half-remembered the members of her                                            coven gently dragging and pulling her back, away from the ledge, and out of Kadidia’s way.

Kadidia, who’d just—barely—had the presence of mind when the devils had… lost their shit, or whatever the hell had happened down there!, to yank Chastity away from the edge and sling her on her back to the mattress near Esmeray before she could see anything the succubae couldn’t explain away. 

Judah operated the heavy locking mechanism that connected the length of metal Penny was hanging from, rigidly and reliably to the adjacent section; and then pulled the section of railing clockwise back, therefore swinging Penny back over the relative safety of the platform, before unlocking her anchor points and dropping her back down onto solid ground as Penny grunted with the impact and then softly sighed— —only to screech in panic in the very next moment as her oily, greased body, released from the anchor points, began sliding again down the very same trail of sticky-slippery stone that had launched her into space before.  Only if she went over this time, it would be without the benefit of any railing to hold her, or succubae to bind her to it!

Literature Section “06-113[X] Apocalyptogasm”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 113 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1674 words::Explicit 1898 words—Accompanying Images:  1898-1902—Published 2025-05-12—©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.

PLEASE NOTE:  Subsections (B), (C), and (E) will be posted out of order, beginning on July 5th, because I began posting the series in reverse order from July 4th until I realized I wasn’t going to have enough time to include everything in order.

The images here start to depart markedly from the goals of the original project described in Subsection A in that it doesn’t seem likely they would ever have been created; and therefore they do not aspire to historical authenticity but are instead editorial in nature, i.e., I am commenting on the times or the subject matter in some way, as discussed in the description of each work.

Literature Section “07-04-D Hypothetical WW2 Images”—Accompanying Images:  1717, 1940-1941—Published 2025-06-10 to 06-12—©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.

1717 07-04 The Viscountess Fensmere Reminds You to Kindly Keep Calm and Carry On—2025-06-10; Hellinore; motivational poster; compare  https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keep_Calm_and_Carry_On.  The very-British, very understated upper-class stiff-upper-lip sterotype reflected by the original propaganda poster (which as noted in the linked article, was hardly used during the war because it was being withheld for use in the most-dire of circumstances, which were never deemed to have arrived) really made me think of a formal upper-crust event like a tea party where people could calmly discuss tea as bombs rained down around them.  Or a Monty Python lampoon of the same.

1940 07-04 Wanted for Murder–of English with her smack talk—2025-06-11; Hellinore; motivational poster (Victor Keppler, 1944); compare https://goldenageposters.com/products/1944-wanted-for-murder-her-careless-talk-cost-lives-victor-keppler-wwii.  The original was one of numerous posters produced by many combatants, warning their citizens to be careful not to reveal secrets with loose talk.  I liked the idea of a wanted poster but frankly found the original a bit boring and lacking in context.  I had taken Hellinore, an upper-class character, so far down the path of being loud, eccentric, and independent to the point of offensive, I wanted to take her further toward public enemy territory.

1941 07-04 Set Europe Ablaze!–Anarchy ‘n’ the UK—2025-06-12; Kadidia; motivational poster; compare https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Special_Operations_Executive#Wartime_commentaries_on_SOE.  Churchill was said to have authorized the Special Operations Executive with a mission to “Set Europe Ablaze.”  I did not find any reference to when its existence as an organization was made public, but suffice it to say, as a secret organization coordinating secret missions, it did not have any propaganda posters—at least, in its own name, or proclaiming its own purpose; although it may well have been involved in the distribution of propaganda materials without attribution.  I chose Kadidia for this imaginary poster because other than 1782, which didn’t really showcase her personality or role, I didn’t find real WW2 posters with black women.  In choosing her, I had in mind the SOE agent Noor Inayat Khan.  I also like the spirited anarchic defiance of the message, which because it refers to Europe as a whole as the target area for operations, almost seemed to suggest an attack on the contintent’s culture and establishment as a whole by a radical outsider.

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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.

1892 06-111 Chas’s Manipura Chain  (as it appears prior to implantation)

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PREVIOUSLY:  Channah leads Penny in an intense and passionate dance while Kadidia is holding Chastity from behind working her over.  NOW:

“I want to be a girl too,” Chastity whined, not planning it, just blurting it out, overcome by the sight of Penny.  “Can—can you make me a girl, Your Grace?”  Kadidia just laughed, while Channah answered:

“You’ve always wanted to be a girl, haven’t you, Chastity?”

She hesitated half a second, she didn’t even know why, then burst out:  “Yes!  Yes, Domina!”

“Your whole life?”

“My whole life,” she nodded, making a little noise in response to the sensations Kadidia’s hand was producing, and without her realizing it, the seductive magic Kadidia was pouring into her.  “As long as I can remember.”

“Look down at your belly—ungh!—Chas.”

She did, and gasped, seeing and then double-checking by touching the gold-and-emerald medlar fruit in her navel.

“I’ll save the long version for later.” 

“Oh—yes, Domina,” Chastity agreed, a whiny, plaintive noise like a bitch because she was disoriented, starting to get turned on, and never very good at resisting succubae or their operatives, even on the few occasions she’d wanted to.  “Yes…”

That is your ticket to becoming who you want to be.  If you really want to be a girl, it will make you a girl.”

“I do, Domina, I do!”

“I believe you, dear.  But what kind of girl do you want to be?”

“What—what kind?” She asked in confusion, Kadidia’s big, strong, yet gentle hand beginning to get a response similar to the one Channah was receiving from Penny.

“The kind keeping their little boy part?  Or the kind with all the girl-parts and none of the parts you were born with?”

“Oh!  I want my clitty, Domina!  I love my clitty!”  The coven roared with laughter, and Chas pinkened, suddenly realizing how much of an audience they had on the platform, let alone… whatever that was below them.  In a more muted tone she pleaded:  “They are girl-parts!  They’re my girl-parts!”

“And when you play, do you always like to play the girl’s role?  Or do you like—”

“I like—I love!all the parts, Domina!” Still embarrassed, but not surprised, that her confession was greeted with amusement all around.

“Penny,” Channah spoke to her rider.  “You’re not like Chastity, are you sweetie?”

“She’s a girl!”  Chas whined excitedly.

Channah laughed, shaking her head in mock-exasperation.  “That’s not what I meant, Chas honey.  And I didn’t ask you.”

“Oh,” she said, chastened.

“Penny only gets to play the girl-parts.  I’m not giving her a choice.  You know that, right muffin?  You’re never, ever, ever going to get to play the boy in bed?”

And she laughed, a low growl of pleasure deep in her throat, when Penny sobbed and confessed:  ‘I know, Domina!” letting her head fall and for a second.

“I’d ask Penny if she wants to play the boy part or not, but…” she turned to Chas and pecked her on the cheek, surprising her with the display of affection.  Stage-whispering:  “That might be kind of cruel, to ask a girl doomed to never actually get to try, hunh?  What do you think?”

And she cackled with delight, like the other succubae, at Penny’s unplanned, pitiful moue of recognition and acknowledgment of the cruel truth. 

“Oh, don’t whine.  You should be thanking me for making the decision for you.  I think we both know—or at least, you already suspect and fear what I already know, that you couldn’t take a man’s role with either a girl or a boy!”  She laughed harshly.  “Could you, pumpkin?  Hell, you can barely handle yourself, can you honey?  Admit it, baby.  It’s okay, sweetie.  I know you’re a wimp and I still love you.  Admit it!”

“I know!  I know you’re right, Domina!”  Penny cried out in anguish, delighting their audience.

“Why, of course!  It’s perfectly obvious,” Channah scoffed.  “You haven’t got the man, or even the little boy, in you for that.”  She patted Penny gently as she wept and grunted, playing teasingly with her best little approximation of manhood.  “Pudding and jelly don’t work the same way proper boy-parts do, do they, Puddin’?”

“No, Domina.”

This is the only penetration you’re ever going to enjoy, isn’t it?”  And she emphasized the point with several particularly-hard bumps as she moved her hand faster over Penny’s wannabe-boy parts, enjoying watch her whine, cry, and nod, hardly able to help herself.  “I let Penny be this way, even though—well, okay, maybe because?” she snorted, sticking out her tongue, daring Penny to protest, “she’s never going to get to use it for the purpose a man’s body was intended for, or feel the way a man should feel, if he’s really a man.” 

“Because you’re an evil bitch,” Kadidia chuckled, and Channah threw her head back and laughed.

“Guilty as sin, darling,” she cackled.  “But that’s not really the reason.  Not the main one, anyway.  It was mainly because boy parts are so much more useful for teasing and controlling than girl parts.  Imagine, a girl like Penny, through and through.  Based on a great deal of experience, my intuition tells me Penny wouldn’t know what to do—or, more exactly, not even want to do what a man would want to do, even if I let her.  No matter what she’s heard and been taught about it.  Would she?”

Kadidia nodded begrudgingly, laughing.  “We can all sense it, Majesty,” she agreed.  “We know a girl when we see one.  Regardless of her outer form.”

“So she doesn’t have any real use for those parts, except to control her.  And by deciding for her, I’m really doing her a favor by shielding her from having to face that embarrassing truth!”

“Thank your Master, pussy!”  Kadidia barked, with a big grin.

“Thank—you—Domina!”  Penny grunted and groaned.

“But you, Chas…”  Channah turned back towards the blonde girl.  “I’m guessing you like to play the boy sometimes, even when you’re a girl.  Am I right?”

“Oh, yes, Domina!”

“And there’s—ungh!—another big difference between you two, isn’t there, little Chastity?”

Chastity reddened.  “Maybe,” she whispered in a tiny voice.  “I’m not sure.”

“Oh, I think you’re.. sure!  Penny, even you’re sure, aren’t you?”

She swallowed.  “About what, Domina?  Ah!

“About your future.  Does it turn you on, baby?  Do you dream about it at night?”  she giggled, eating up Penny’s uncertainty and confusion and worst of all, the dread that she might just know where this was going after all.  And when she didn’t say anything, Channah asked:  “All your life, have you just dreamed about boys doing the things to you that I like to do?”

Penny reddened and whispered in a tiny voice, biting her lip as she came closer still to what she was afraid her body was about to do for the second time today:  “No, Mistress.”

“Who do you dream about being your big, nasty masters?  Boys or girls?”

“Girls, Master,” Penny whimpered.

“Then I—well, my clientsyour customers—and I are going to have to train you until you learn to like it, aren’t we?”

“I—I don’t know if that’s ever going to—” Penny tried to avoid answering, but then, meeting her eyes, trailed off, crumbled, and yielded miserably:  “Yes, Domina.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I will need to be trained to be that kind of girl, Domina.”

“And do you doubt I can train you?  Do you doubt I will?”                                                                                                             

“No Domina” she whispered, her lip quivering cutely as tears rolled down her cheeks, certain she could be broken by the much-stronger force of nature leaning over her, hands on the bar from which Penny was hanging, bearing over and down on her with a fierce and predatory grin as she continued to make a point of Penny’s weakness and receptivity.

“Awww…. Good girl!  I wish I could kiss you but—not right now.”  And then she dug the knife in:  “How about Chas, Penny?” she grinned evilly again.

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PREVIOUSLY:  Channah leads Penny in an intense and passionate dance.  Meanwhile, Kadidia is propping up a comatose Chastity beside Channah, who has urged Penny to help Kadidia revive her.  NOW:

“Chas, Chastity, please wake up!”  Penny called out sincerely with her heart and soul.  “Come back, you can do it!  I did, I know you can too!”

Kadidia leaned over Chastity’s shoulder, putting one hand across Chastity’s chest, turned her head to the side, and kissed her on the lips, breaking the spell that had banished Chas from her own body.  Almost immediately Chastity jerked and came awake, causing Penny to cry out thankfully with relief.

“Good work, Pleaser!” Channah praised her, keeping one hand on the bar and using the other to reach out and take Penny’s chin in her hand, forcing her to look her in the eyes and see the hunger and the passion there.  Penny shivered, helplessly charged by Channah’s charisma, magic, and raw sexual energy, multiplied by Penny’s own sensitivity and responsiveness.  Channah dialed back the pressure on Penny, allowing the tickler to pulse, steady and low; while she drew her hand back from Penny’s chin.  Penny tensed and gasped in fear, causing Channah to laugh.  “Oh, poor widdle baby so nervous!  Please don’t worry, sweetie, this is what you’ve been waiting for!  Mama’s gonna love you baby…” then she snickered, unable to be completely sweet here, in this environment, with the wickedness she had planned.  “Mostly.”

But then she showed the girl just how sweet she could be, as Penny continued to swing back and forth.  As they continued to sweat and move together, the sound turned flatter, moist, and nasty, from the soft whisper of skin on skin to a wet slapping sound of flesh on flesh like women having a slap fight in a rain storm.  Channah bit her lip, for her own pleasure and rude satisfaction, and to show Penance how hot and dominant she was feeling.  Penny’s own face and slack jaw, even without regard to her trussed-up position, made it clear how perfectly she was complementing Channah with her passivity and submission, starting to moan very quickly with real pleasure as Channah’s behavior let her turn from fear to hope, resignation to interest and arousal, and soon, soon, desperation. 

Slap.  Slap.  Slap!  She bounced the girl extra-hard just for fun, giggling with Penny’s wail and her own sudden dizzy suspense as Penny swung out to maximum arc and Channah waited to find if they would be able to continue, or be rudely interrupted. 

But it was edging perfection:  Penny came soooo close to escaping her they both gasped before she returned and they both cried out in relief, the sounds both of them were making, taking on a little, desperate edge.

Meanwhile, next to Channah, having awakened her princess with a kiss, Kadidia played with Chastity’s nipples and held her tight, murmuring into her ear how much she looked forward to taking her the next time they were on this parapet together. 

Chas gasped when her mind started processing well enough to listen and make sense of Kadidia’s words, and Kadidia chuckled, deep in her throat.

“Oh? hmm…” the girl mumbled, only half-awake, the delicious sound turning into a surprised yelp.  “Who are YOU!??!”  And immediately after her genuine, unconscious outburst, realizing she had just barked at—first, a giantess; and second, someone who almost certainly outranked her—she started apologizing:  “I’m sorry, D—Mis—”

“Your Grace, Your—Your Grace, Chas!”  Penny came to her rescue.  “She’s Succubus Duchess Kadidia!”

“Your Grace!”  Chas repeated automatically, her eyes wide and looking every which way.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just—I don’t know—I can’t remember—PENNY!!”  she screeched suddenly, taking in her circumstances.  Even Penny managed a tiny weak rueful smile as Chastity, continuing to process and taking in Penny’s rearing flesh and desperate face, inferred that she was okay.  At least, insofar as any living soul dragged to hell for unnatural supernatural sex-torture rituals and hung out over a precipice above an ocean of ravenous devils could be.

And then, her third realization hit:  “Penny!  You—you’re so beautiful!  Oh, oh Penance—I can’t stand it—you—you—you’re so pretty!”

Penny’s face crumbled and she moaned.  “I know I’m a mess…”

“A hot mess, girl,” Chas promised.  “And I mean—girl!  What happened to you?  Wait—what happened to me?!  I was so scared, Penny, I—”

“Hush,” Kadidia commanded, taking her chin again and turning her back to face her captor, eyes wide with anticipation and arousal in the most primal of senses, focus and attention and heightened blood responding to prepare her body for whatever she was going to need to do next—fight, flee, or fuck—because Chas, bound and held from behind by a woman two or three times her size, had already kind of figured out she wasn’t going to be left alone.  She was still adjusting and nowhere near arousal quite yet, but she was starting to wrap her mind around her circumstances, remember she had cum earlier without permission, been punished, and then been—she shuddered with the recollection, and decided she didn’t want to think about it just now.  Couldn’t possibly think about it now, with Penny and the Duchess and—and—

Channah grunted:  “Chastity—you’re—you’re with us again?  You have the presence of mind to know what’s—ungh—happening around you?” 

“Yes, Domina,” she responded, still sounding dazed even to herself, but nodding as much as she could with Kadidia still holding her chin.  Less than a minute of awareness, and the very first moments of first setting eyes on, or even imagining anything like, Kadidia, and she already felt the heat of Kadidia’s easy power.  She realized of a sudden, with complete certainty, she could not resist Kadidia, physically or mentally, even if she tried her very hardest.  She swallowed and sighed involuntarily under Kadidia’s hands, pleasing the succubus with her natural reaction.  Kadidia’s hand moved lower.  Chastity sighed, and sank back into Kadidia’s big, brown, amused eyes.

“This one’s a natural-born slut,” Kadidia evaluated her, just like that, and Chas turned red, making a helpless little noise.

Literature Section “06-110[X] Chastity Comes Back for More”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 110 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1003 words::Explicit 1146 words—Accompanying Images:  1884-1887—Published 2025-06-09—©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.