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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.
Literature Section “06-116[X] Poppet-Popping”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 116 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1135 words::Explicit 1356 words—Accompanying Images: 1913-1916—Published 2025-05-15—©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.