1866 06-106 WTF is THAT, stepmother, and what does it want?!
1868 06-106 Why is Mr. Wiggles looking at me that way?
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PREVIOUSLY: Channah and Penny are locked in an intense shared experience higher than treble singers in a helium balloon on Channah’s sex magick, Channah desperate for an intimacy she never imagined existed and Penny shattered body and soul by her brilliant ruthless exploitation of her unparalleled knowledge of the human male. NOW:
“You should be ashamed of your infantile loss of control!” Channah scolded her fiercely, looking down and laughing. “You’re leaking everywhere, sweetie. If you were a man, you’d be too interested in me to worry about your bladder. But because you’re really a girl, you’re still soft as pudding…” then, with a laugh, she blurted: “I love that! That’s what you are, isn’t it, Pleaser? You’re my very own little Puddin’, aren’t you darling?”
“No! You’re doing things to me—things I can’t—I don’t even understand!” she blubbered pitifully, shaking her head, trying to make sense of it. Less rationally, wanting to deny it. “No, that can’t be…”
“But it is,” Channah insisted, “and we’ve got the evidence to prove it, don’t we, girlie? Shall I make you admit it? You pee when there’s pressure on your bladder just like any other girl.”
Because it was clear by now Penny would—Penny only could, helplessly—submit unconditionally to anything her erastes did to her, she didn’t need to bother with holding Penny’s ankles or wrists any more. But she wanted Penny to know how deeply submissive she was, so she gathered her eromenos’s wrists back into her right hand and yanked them down and behind Penny’s head, allowing Channah to rest her weight on her own hand and use it for leverage while pinning Penny’s below it. With her left hand, she started smearing her hand over Penny’s tummy and breasts, then brought her hand to Penny’s mouth.
“Please no!” Penny tried to murmur with her lips together.
Channah just laughed harder, watching Penny’s eyes dart to their audience before she looked back at Channah with horror, shaking her head violently.
“Open right now, Puddin’, or it will go badly for you,” Channah ordered her roughly. And with a particularly loud wail, Penny surrendered again, another long swath of whatever dignity she still had roughly torn away like a layer of clothing, helplessly accepting another indignity, opening her mouth as she cried and accepted Channah’s fingers. Channah used her right hand behind Penny’s neck, holding her wrists, to lift her up partially and maneuver her onto the slippery oil-covered stone beside them; using her left hand to pull Penny’s hair, and then again to slide over her skin. Looking up at her coven members, she instructed them: “This little girl’s already made a mess of herself—and me. Just pour oil on her. I want her slipperier than a greased pig with her cuffs paired for the swing.”
Penny opened her mouth and started to complain, or plead, or something. With a sneer, Channah immediately shoved her freshly lacquered fingers into Penny’s mouth again. And that was that for Penny’s little protest, or whatever it would have been. Channah talked instead, as she cruelly moved her hips again and again, as hard as she could, the girl looking pitifully uncomfortable beneath her. “You look rough, honey,” she pretended to pout. “Is baby sore?” She nodded, laughing when Penny nodded agreement around her hand. She removed it and slapped Penny’s cheek. “Too bad. Little babies who ruin their masters’ clothing are going to be uncomfortable. Because they deserve it. See? Your disgraceful display is only more evidence you’ve been a girl all along.”
“NOO, Master!” Penny bawled uselessly. Looking back down at Penny, Channah smiled wolfishly at the scared, uncertain, lost expression struggling for real estate on Penny’s panting, overstimulated, passion-tortured face and kept moving over the smaller girl, giggling as Penny’s oily shoulders and back started slipping over the stone surface. She laughed aloud watching as Rivqah cooed and verbally humiliated Penny while she sputtered and spat, trying to keep the stream of oil Rivqah was dribbling all over her face, out of her mouth.
Channah had known her knees would suffer on the stones without kneepads, but she felt herself becoming irritated and cranky anyway, taking it out on Penny by working harder than before, holding her wrists in a vicelike grip so as the rest of her body slid, her wrists slipped beneath her neck to an uncomfortable position, and by being careless with Penny’s sensitive new curves, alternating—one hand in her mouth, the next percussed on her curves, with a bit of hard pinching for added effect. “You’ve got nice, classic lines Penny. With those curves, you’re going to make a lot of men very happy. And I do mean a lot,” she cackled as Penny practically flinched. “So you’d better get used to that funny, intense feeling inside you. Learn to enjoy it, if you can. And figure out some way to get that girl-bladder under control, or you’re going to find yourself over the knees of a lot of frustrated clients being disciplined for disrespecting them!” She shook her head, marveling as Penny continued to struggle to control herself.
Suddenly she frowned. “Whatever happened to your panties? And Esmeray’s panties? We could use those—to—unh! Absorb all this!” She looked up and chuckled when she saw Miryam wryly kicking off her boots and removing her silk stockings, even as Rivqah kept pouring oil on Penny—as directly toward her mouth and nostrils as possible—and then flicking the oily stream above Penny’s head to lubricate the stones ahead of her.
At the same time, Judah and Fang took Penny’s wrists from Channah and attached each one to a delicate ankle, using two carabiners that already dangled chains. This freed both of Channah’s hands to explore Penny’s new girl body, even as she continued to tease and torment the girl by turns with pinches, slaps, tickles, light trailing brushes, and deep tissue massage. And, of course, force-feeding her until Miryam casually dropped her stockings on Penny’s tummy and tucked them down between her legs.
Channah used her control over Penny’s insides to squeeze her hard, even as Channah’s fingers seized and squeezed her victim on the outside, giggling as Miryam’s stockings prevented a fountain from spraying in every direction around Channah’s tightly-clasped fingers. She used every bit of force she could to wring Penny’s insides, exulting while Penny’s orchestra of sounds and noises took on a choked, gurgling quality expressing the potent cocktail of feelings and experiences she was being compelled to imbibe by turns. Her pitch soared and fell as the pressure intensified and peaked, and their audience laughed and applauded.
Literature Section “06-106[X] Squeezing Penny ‘til She Pops”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 106 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1059 words::Explicit 1186 words—Accompanying Images: 1866-1869—Published 2025-06-04—©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.