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PREVIOUSLY: Channah is passionately and aggressively dominating and making out with Penny. NOW:
The weaker girl was going nowhere without Channah’s permission, her body overwhelmed almost as fully as her mind, neither of them capable of offering Channah anything resembling resistance—only compliance and cooperation.
“Mm…”. Channah slid her lips across Penny’s cheek and growled in her ear, “Feel how desperate you are. You’re a bit of a slut, aren’t you?”
“Oh yes. Yes I am, Master! Domina!” Penny cried, and then almost screamed: “Please free me Mistress, I can’t stand it!”
She just giggled, her hips moving faster and faster while Penny remained frustrated. If it had been an ordinary item of such elaborate jewelry, she couldn’t possibly have used it this way. Even the finest jeweler in the world could hardly smooth every edge and facet of each stone and the gold metal joining them, perfectly enough to feel this good. But her metalsmith was so connected with her media she might have done, even without the thin layer of clear ceramic or glass she had used to finish the piece, making it a smooth and perfect whole instead of multiple different components held together with settings and cement.
“Who do you belong to?” Channah demanded bitchily, smirking.
“Yours! Of course, yours, Domina! Ha-ha-haaugh!” the last of it was not laughter, but something much closer to a desperate crying that made Channah even hotter.
“I’m sorry, what were you asking me about? I can’t remember,” Channah’s lips tightened and struggled to remain sealed over Penny’s when she was smiling this widely, but Penny didn’t seem to mind any more than her Domina, who was moving at a jackhammer pace, a low animal sound beginning in the back of her throat.
“PLEASE let me out, Domina!” Penny wailed around Channah’s lips when Channah darted her head down to nip her ear.
“nehhh-verrr,” she whispered softly in the same ear, pushing down on the girl’s pinned wrists to reinforce her control, barely able to speak between her own moans. And then: “Suffer for me, bitch!”
“I am!” Penny screamed, and Channah roared, as Channah’s hips and body shifted from a piston motion to a pure shudder that gripped her from head to toe.
“Oh, Domina, oh, Mistress, no, it’s not fair! It’s not fair!” Penny howled, making a broken pouting sound, as Channah gasped and cried out with her slow, shuddering return, enjoying every lingering moment, just as she was enjoying squeezing every drop of sadistic joy from Penny’s protests and whines and unavailing struggles under her for relief.
“No—no, it’s not, is it?” Channah laughed throatily, shoving her tongue hard down Penny’s throat and holding it, even as she straightened all her limbs out to the four corners around them and lay on Penny as her final shivers subsided, ignoring or perhaps enjoying Penny’s miserable sounds, and restless movements of discomfort.
When Channah was finally still, and not only the shivering, but the tingling sensation singing in every one of her nerve ends finally started to calm, she rested her hands on Penny’s forehead and lay her cheek on top of them, to relax.
“No-ho-ho-ho-ho….” Penny moaned, quiet in her misery so as not to disturb Channah’s relaxation.
Finally, Channah sighed. “What a good, passive, respectful mattress you make, Penny dear.” Drawing languidly back and resting her elbows on Penny’s chest, feeling very satisfied and calm, while Penny’s body was still rigid and singing with both desire and pain, she crossed her upper arms and looked down into Penny’s eyes, eating up her compliant, accepting misery. She practically purred, as she wiggled her hips again, just enough to let Penny know she was thinking about the girl’s unhappiness. “What?” she asked playfully.
“Oh…”. Penny groaned, rolling her eyes.
“I asked you a question, bitch.”
Penny looked surprised. “You know my—my—” she struggled for a word.
“My little girl,” she proposed.
“Yes, Domina. Your little girl… You make me sooo hot, Domina, you’re so hot and—and the way you move…”
“How I move?” she prompted, wiggling her hips again for a moment.
“You’re so—lithe, so serpentine…”
“Oh, hush,” she rested one finger across Penny’s lips, just enjoying pushing her buttons and pushing her around, like a cat playing with a toy, or perhaps a victim. “You don’t have anything useful to say. Serpentine? Darling, have you forgotten what I’m capable of? Am I not a serpent when I want to be? What I did had nothing to do with my serpentine side.”
Then she frowned down at her girl, grasping and squeezing her cheeks, unnecessarily hard, not really to control her head, but simply to get her attention. To bring her eyes, which were rolling and wandering practically independently of one another, back into focus attentively on her master.
“You know what I want. You’ve known it for days. And I already told you that’s how you could get what you want, just like Chas.”
Penny started nodding, in fear, yes, but for the first time, something more than fear—a desire for closeness, perhaps, or simply to obey and to avoid disappointing her hell-goddess—competing with it in her eyes. When she spoke, it was in a small, uncertain voice: “I—I will submit to you, Domina, you know I will. Please, Domina, do what you want to do. Take what you want from me. Please, Domina.”
“Hunh-unh,” Channah shook her head, smiling smugly. “I’ve already done that. We’ve already established I can take what I want, anytime I want, haven’t we?” she asked, sniggering when she felt Penny move under her. “Answer me,” she slapped Penny’s cheek lightly.
“Yes, Domina,” she answered, nodding sheepishly.
“And I can intimidate and bully you into doing what I want, even when you hate the idea, can’t I?”
“Yes, Domina,” she whispered. “That’s pathetic,” Channah shook her head, her smirk of contempt and satisfaction almost becoming a sneer again.
Literature Section “06-91[X] Penance Yields”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 91 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 979 words::Explicit 1086 words—Accompanying Images: 1806-1808—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.