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07-18 The Reluctant Penitent (abridged version)

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*2068 07-18 Angel in a wilderness of demons*

CAUTION: Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).

Explicit version containing cruelty and graphic description themes at 07-18X The Reluctant Penitent at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY: Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise. After sharing an extreme, intense, intimate scene together in the garden gazebo that made them feel closer than ever, Chastity infuriated Channah by balking at one of her requests. NOW:

“Dry off and come here!” she barked, snapping her fingers to emphasize her urgency, and collecting Chastity’s bonds from where she had dropped them. “If Penny’s been able to get away wi—if I’ve been gullible enough—it’s the spell. It has to be the damn spell.” As soon as she had Chastity in front of her, she stopped thinking aloud, spun her around, and rebound her arms behind her back. Squatting down, she reattached Chastity’s leg cuffs and used two lengths of chain in series to hobble Chastity without immobilizing her, stopping suddenly midway through standing back up to check her box, causing Chastity’s stomach to lurch again, stricken that she had lost her Domina’s trust to such an extent.

As soon as she was done, she took Chastity by the arm and began marching quicktime towards the house, half-leading and half-dragging Chastity, who whimpered and gasped desperately as she shuffled her feet as quickly as possible so as to keep up with Channah. Over and over she almost tripped over herself as she was hustled at a speed much higher than she could manage in her condition. She whimpered when she couldn’t help herself; but made every effort to remain quiet. When they finally reached the house, Channah led her back to the wedding gift boxes and turned her around with her back to the boxes.

In dead silence, she searched through the boxes to find whatever it was she was looking for, if indeed she had a specific objective. At one point, Chastity could hear her moving further into the room holding the wedding gifts, over by the cliff front where Chastity had seen a line of armoires and dressers, opening and closing drawers and doors. Finally returning and standing behind Chastity, she began by gagging her. “I hope this is uncomfortable,” she growled, an undernote of fury still in her voice despite its civilized, calm veneer. “This will be for our benefit and amusement of course—Penny’s and mine—because your senses will be magically blocked.” And when Chastity immediately started breathing faster, she added: “Don’t worry, I won’t take your sense of touch or your internal awareness. I assure you, taking away your sense of touch is the very last thing I’d do. I can promise that whatever misery you are suffering, Penny will be experiencing five or ten times as much to test that her loyalty and devotion are sincere.” Chastity made a mournful sound that was interrupted to express pain when Channah began slipping a hair shirt over her.

“As a Christian, I’m sure you’ll be happy to know that this is an authentic camel-hair hair-shirt, that we have done everything possible to match the exact kind used in Judea during Biblical times.” Chastity started grunting in surprise as the hair shirt, essentially a long, narrow blanket with a hole in the middle for the wearer’s head and neck, covered with stiff bristles that poked and scratched the wearer, slipped over her shoulders, under her bound arms, and was belted in place. “If you haven’t noticed, all of my toys are the very most-authentic. I will not tolerate lackadaisical efforts or shoddy quality from anyone!” From the second the hair-shirt was in place, Chastity felt miserable and moving made it even worse. “What could be more appropriate for your penance?

Channah walked her over toward the line of armoires next to a sturdy, heavy metal one, with heavy latches and locks on the outside and a grill to allow air to circulate through it. Chastity started shaking her head and whining as Channah opened the doors and, using one hand on Chas’s head and the other on her chest, pushed her in. The armoire was too short to stand in, and too narrow to lie down in. Seated in the armoire, Chastity started sobbing as Channah blindfolded her and swung her legs up into the confined space. “Oh, stop whimpering like a baby and be grateful you’re so petite. Imagine how uncomfortable this cabinet is for big, burly men—real men—like most of my lovers, instead of a skinny little shrimp like you! You’re lucky!”

The last thing she heard, saw, smelled or tasted before Channah added the earplugs was Channah snarling: “There! Say 1,000 Hail Lilliths and see if you can’t work out a way to screw yourself with that tiny little cock!” And she felt, rather than heard or saw, the door being slammed shut on her.

Penny was awakened—or at least, came to full awareness—lying on her side in Channah’s big, soft bed, with her head on her Domina’s big, soft pillow; a share of her Domina’s weight gently coming to rest on the side of her face, and the sweet smell of her skin filling her nostrils. As she blinked her eyes open, instinctively covering her eyes with her hand to give her eyes a chance to adjust, she realized that the Sun was up. But it wasn’t actually too bright; just a shade brighter than twilight. She also sorted out, with a surge of excitement, that her Domina must have pulled her thronelike chair up to the side of the bed and was sitting in it now, with her feet tickling Penny’s face. Her gorgeously perfect, juicy round toes, the ones it was obvious to both of them Penny had a thing for, filled Penny’s sight.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Channah said, trying to sound cheerful. Penny, who had been disconcerted wondering if it were morning or night, was grateful for the information.

“Ap!” and when Penny tried to move she pushed her feet further forward so they were resting on Penny’s face, left foot on her eyes, right foot on her nose and mouth, making it clear she wanted Penny to stay where she was.

“Mistress, mmm… yes…. I just—I just—”

“What?” she asked sharply, and Penny, knowing something was displeasing her, gushed hurriedly:

“I desperately need to—my bladder!”

She laughed, not nicely, pushing and pulling her feet over Penny’s face, sounding pleased when she felt Penny’s lips puckering to kiss her right foot. “Are you sure it’s so urgent?”

“Oh yes Mistress—I must have slept—”

“Sixteen… eighteen… maybe even twenty hours?” Penny groaned. “Domina, even if was sixteen hours—PLEASE!”

Literature Section “07-18[X] The Reluctant Penitent”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 18 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1051 words::Explicit 1119 words—Accompanying Images: 2066-2069—Published 2025-07-18—©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.

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07-17 Channah’s Cold Fury (abridged version)

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*2062 07-17 In my fantasy, this valley is PACKED with sinners*

*2064 07-17 The Fire that Burns Twice as Bright*

CAUTION: Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).

Explicit version containing bullying, punishment, consensualnonconsent, asstomouth, and filth themes at 07-17X Channah’s Cold Fury at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

Chastity, still upset, locked herself up in her box as fast as she could, desperate not to further upset her Domina, even as Channah continued to vent her frustration and rage at Chastity: “In Hell, as on Earth, occasionally giving you orders you find repugnant, and you then obeying them willingly, is a vital part of every relationship because it proves—to both of us, and also to everyone else, that our relationship is solid and real, and that we are clear on our respective positions. Remember what I was telling you about communication! Actions always speak louder than mere words. Always. When a subordinate executes an order they find repugnant, it proves both that that specific hierarchy, and that hierarchy itself, is sacrosanct to both the master and the slave. That’s what subordination is! Subordinating your ‘self,’ to someone else—some other ‘self’! Sometimes, to prove their loyalty and commitment, dirty humiliation slaves like Penny have to take pain, and even be stupid for me, as hard as those assignments are for them. And sometimes, for the exact same reason, dumb pain sluts like you need to eat filth.”

The moment Channah heard the distinctive click of the lock shutting on the box, she reseized Chastity’s hair, forcing her to look up again. Then she immediately slapped Chastity’s other cheek, watching her start to open her mouth to breathe without smelling, realize what that would lead to, snap her lips shut again, and struggle uselessly to work out some way to breathe fresh-smelling air. Channah even felt Chastity make ineffectual little efforts towards pulling her face out of Channah’s hands and away.

Glaring down at her, Channah raised an eyebrow and sighed impatiently. “You’re not getting away from me, you little weakling. So stop your wiggling! And in the meantime, I’m waiting: For what you and I have both just agreed you’re going to do eventually. What—are you so desperate for my attention you want another beating? Is that it? Or do you want me to hang you back up on your hook and let you think—”

Sobbing, Chastity opened her mouth, visibly struggling to make her muscles obey her decision, instead of her instincts, to perform her assigned task.

“Good job, darling,” Channah praised Chastity, her voice only slightly curt, her face almost back to normal with just a slight stiffness betraying the fact that she had not fully gotten past Chastity’s misbehavior. She did kiss the top of Chastity’s head—as close to her mouth as Channah was willing to come. “You cleaned really well. I know it was hard for you, darling; and as long as you show me you remember your station, then with the exception of periodically affirming our hierarchical relationship, I will control you and punish you with pain instead of filth.” And then her voice, in a single beat, turned harsh and resentful again: “But don’t you dare lie to me about your feelings, ever again!”

“I didn—” she began, then, catching Channah’s eyes, she stopped, as Channah made clear:

“You told me you were my girl—but you weren’t. Liar!”

Chastity nodded unhappily: “Yes, Domina. I’m so, so, so sorry, Domina. I want to do anything I can to make it up to y—” But Channah raised a hand, her expression hard enough that Chastity wasn’t going to argue with it, and she shut up.

After making sure they had all of the wedding presents, they returned to the bathing pool, where Chastity spent half of her time pouring soap in her mouth, brushing it vigorously with fingers and clean rags and anything else she could find, so hard that she gagged herself, gargling water to rinse her mouth, before beginning the cycle all over again. Channah was quiet and intense, and Chastity just did her best to stay near her yet out of her way.

When Channah was clean, the Eastern sky was just starting to brighten from complete night to twilight. Gloriously naked, she was drying herself off when she finally spoke to Chastity again. By this time, the girl was feeling lonely and anxious, more eager for opportunities to get back into her Domina’s good graces, than she was scared of setting Channah off.

“Before you resisted me, I would have said it would be hard to imagine Penny and I bonding as closely as you and I did today. I was going to ask you to stay down here while I initiated her into our private married life.” Her lips turned down, reflecting her mood and her level of concern. “Now, I’m wondering if I was as wrong about Penny as I was about you.” Chas felt as if a knife had been plunged into her gut, and her eyes burned with the urge to cry again. “Only with Penny it would be worse. You deceived me for a few minutes. Not that difficult to get past. But if Penny deceived me….” Channah gave Chastity a look that made Chastity suddenly afraid for Penny, and she felt her heart rising into her throat as she worried what danger she had put Penny in with her big mouth and her intransigence, and what exactly the danger was, so she could try to figure out a way of protecting her best friend from it. She felt sick to her stomach.

“If Penny deceived me, she’s been doing it for days.” Then her features became even harder. “Maybe even years…” she said to herself, startling Chastity. Chastity covered up her surprise as best and as fast as she could, lest she betray any reaction to Channah that might upset her or set her off. Several times, Chastity opened her mouth, trying desperately to come up with something to say that would protect Penny from whatever Channah’s mad, paranoid speech was leading her to. And every time she slammed it shut again when her mind became crowded with ideas about all the ways her planned speech could go wrong and make things even worse.

“In any event, I need to know. And if Penny is a liar…” the hard glint in Channah’s eyes was not good to see.

Literature Section “07-17[X] Channah’s Cold Fury”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 17 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1031 words::Explicit 1169 words—Accompanying Images: 2062-2065—Published 2025-07-17—©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.

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07-16 The Three Kinds of Slut (abridged version)

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*2060 07-16 What is so hard about cleaning up after yourself?!*

CAUTION: Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).

Explicit version containing bullying, punishment, chastity, consensualnonconsent, asstomouth, and filth themes at 07-16X The Three Kinds of Slut at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY: After a week of hazing by the succubae, Chastity and Penance have finally begun their honeymoon with Channah. Channah and Chastity awoke before dawn and shared an extreme, intense scene together in the garden gazebo where Chastity proclaimed she was totally Channah’s, and would belong to her forever and always. Now Channah has asked her to clean up. NOW:

Chastity made a small face, pulling slightly away, and gestured toward the creek. “Please, let me do it properly for you, the creek water—”

Channah laughed mirthlessly, grabbing her hair tightly and forcing her to look Channah in the eyes, the same strain somehow etched into both of their faces. “There’s only one proper way, jariya, and this is it.”

“Only it will be much cleaner if we—” and she broke off, startled and stung to see Channah’s crestfallen face; and then terrified to see it twisting into rage. “Domina, It’s just—it’s just—you have to see, the best thing for you is what’s most hygienic. The problem—”

“I understand the problem very well.” Channah’s face was overcome with such a look of betrayal it pierced and horrified Chastity with both fear and guilt. “It’s ‘just’ that you think you’re too good to do what I have in mind. You’re my dumb pain slut. Penny’s my dirty humiliation slut. It’s a division of labor that works well, and lets all three of us get closer than we otherwise could have, because we each share something special and strong and even unique with each of the others.” And then, with an agonized, despising look that cut Chastity to the quick, she hurled: “But you’re obviously not my girl. Never was.”

“No, I swear I am—”

“Shut your mouth when I’m speaking to you!” Channah roared, making Chastity blanch and shrink in shock. “Obviously, you don’t belong to me now! Let alone ‘forever and always.’” She turned her head to the side and spit contemptuously at the idea, at Chastity’s mendacity, and at her own stupidity, while Chastity dropped her eyes in shame, the only movement she could make. “Only, Hell is hierarchical, and absolute. Held together by power and place, dominance and submission—not peace or love or respect!” Somehow, she managed to make all three of those latter nouns sound like insults. “Knowing what kind of slut you are, pain-pig or dirt-eater—sure, that’s important. But much more important—the single most important part of what I just said, for everyone to recognize, is that very last word I used to describe both of you.” And with a flick of her hips, she slapped the side of Chastity’s face, her eyes pitilessly blazing into Chastity’s fluttering, tearing-up eyes. “‘Slut.’ Before you’re any particular kind of slut, the fundamental fact is that you’re both my sluts, first and foremost. My slaves. My slavegirl whores. My kennel bitches. Do you know how you can tell if a bitch is one of my sluts?”

Too scared to try and bluff any kind of answer, Chastity just shook her head and wailed: “No, Dom—”

“If you do what I say, then you are mine.” She leaned closer, her face screwing up into an even more frightening visage than it had presented the moment before. And in a low, guttural voice, she demanded: “Tell me, little dunce: in your heart of hearts, do you think you have the courage to defy me? Or do you know—do you know, with certainty—that you will do anything and everything I ask, when all is said and done?”

Chastity hesitated, her eyes burning with shame and fumes, bursting back into tears again as realized she did know that answer. “I… I do know.”

“And?!”

“I—I will!” she looked up, shocked at the realization, at her certainty, her face almost pleading for Channah to contradict her.

But she did not: “Then. You’re. Mine.” A flicker of amusement crossed her face before being drowned back in the rage. “Duh. Now…” she laughed cruelly. “I know you’re ‘a little slow.’ But here’s a really simple way you can tell if you belong to me. Are you ready?” And she started nodding slowly and speaking extra-slowly, like she was trying to persuade a toddler to agree with something. “You signed an infernal indenture to me, in your own blood no less. Does that make sense to you, honeybunch? That you’re probably mine if you did that? Is it too much for you, or can you follow that cause-and-effect, muffin?” Channah growled with intolerable patronization, continuing to nod slowly.

But what could Chastity do, or say? Only nod along like a two-year old finally getting it, and agree in humiliation: “Yes, Domina.”

“But in case you’re still in doubt, here’s a third way you can be sure you’re mine: You’re my morganatic bride, sweetheart. You agreed to love, honor, obey, worship, lick my feet, and kiss my ass as one of my subordinate wives, didn’t you? Didn’t you?!”

“Yes, Domina,” she croaked through her streaming tears.

“And fourth, and finally, if you’re still not convinced: Most definitively, if you’ve ever been to the Hell of Lust, then you are mine. Because it is mine, along with everything in it! The succubae—every last one—are mine. The damned—every last one, red and white alike—are mine. The operatives who enter there are mine. The castles are mine. Even the rotting, discarded bones are mine. The very sand and sulphur? MINE!!! If you have been to the Hell of Lust, you are M-I-N-E. Do you finally get it?!”

“Yes, Domina!” Chastity bawled.

“Yet you are apparently so thick, I am still not convinced! ‘Jawari’ and ‘sister-wife’ are more-polite words for what you both are. But maybe I should stop confusing you by using them, because they don’t elevate your station in Hell, or change anything else about it. And no matter what you call them, in my experience, sometimes every slut, even those much brighter than you, my little ding-a-ling, from the most pathetic vagrant up to my own Duchesses of Hell—and you are all sluts to me—has to be reminded of her place. Reminders for her mind—and her body,” Channah pointed her chin down meaningfully, dropping Chastity’s box onto Chastity’s thighs. “Put that on, slut, while you’re soft. Now we both know we can’t rely on pain to make you soft, we must take advantage of this.” And she made her point by bobbing the thing that had already defeated her, right on the opening of Chas’s nose, then released—practically discarded—Chas’s head with a disgusted growl.

Literature Section “07-16[X] The Three Kinds of Slut”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 16 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1047 words::Explicit 1070 words—Accompanying Images: 2056-2061—Published 2025-07-16—©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.

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07-15 The Sex Surpassing Her Understanding (abridged version)

2025-07-152025-07-11 admin

*2052 07-15 The future swallowed by a shadow*

*2054 07-15 Drink the Kool-Aid… DRINK the Kool-Aid…*

CAUTION: Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).

Explicit version containing bullying, chastity, orgasm, analpenetration, analsex, CBT, consensualnonconsent, and asstomouth themes at 07-15X The Sex Surpassing Her Understanding at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY: After a week of hazing by the succubae, and a looooong sleep, the first full day of Chastity’s and Penance’s honeymoon with Channah is finally beginning. Before dawn, while Penny sleeps, Channah suspends Chastity by her wrists and ankles from the roof of her gazebo deep in the garden, gags her, and tops the hell out of her. NOW:

“Fuuuuuccckkk that’s hot,” Channah blurted around their kiss as Chastity, shuddering and starting to cry. She felt Chastity jerk as her sensitive bottom felt what Channah was growing down there. With some difficulty, she forced herself to let go of her girl for a second to find something she needed, pausing when she turned back to absorb Chastity’s red face and pouring eyes and, above all, her utterly- and completely-helpless posture, feeling a flash of heat. “Ohhhhh…. Honeydoll, you are well and truly at my mercy. You’re as helpless as a newborn, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Domina!” Chas sobbed, crying a little louder and nodding her head pathetically.

Anointing herself, and Chastity, with olive oil, she carelessly tossed aside the jar. She rubbed the oil over her jariya’s bottom, practically chittering with delight as the girl danced and moaned and—

Channah froze for a second, scarcely believing her eyes, and then growled a deep-throated, forceful laugh that was different and striking enough, it caused Chastity to open her own eyes to see what was happening. She immediately followed Channah’s gaze downward to her own waist and squealed like a grammar-school student noticing a tarantula crawling up their torso.

Overcome, Channah invoked curses—this time, with her usual gusto and assertive sense of agency—enough to make devils blush. She practically pounced on Chastity, joining with her. “You’re mine now, aren’t you, little girl?”

“Yes, Domina!” Chas bawled. “I’m yours! I’m totally yours! I belong to you! Please, oh please—ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!” The expressions on this girl’s face as Channah took her, as hard as she could, understanding what she was feeling every time Channah pulled on her with her hands were an incredible—and for Channah, intoxicating—combination of pain, vulnerability, trust, and need. It was, she realized with a shuddering surprise, her head practically exploding with the epiphany, the way Penny made her feel every single time—the way Penny was built—and was precisely what made Penny the perfect demon-bait. It was what she imagined the one who had banished her experienced when humans suffered or even martyred themselves for their faith: Perfect happiness, perfect elation—no! Oh, shit! Her mind reeling, she decided it was perfect and selfless love, the love that asked for nothing in return and acted purely out of that… thing, that part of humanity their maker had shared with humans, what they called their soul.

Now Channah had to scream, burying her face in Chas’s shoulder to muffle the sound of her own banshee wail as she experienced something on a par with what she had experienced yesterday with Penny—both times in her male aspect. And she felt her cheeks redden in an unfamiliar embarrassment at how quickly she had finished. She wasn’t sure if it was the depth and breadth of the magical connections she had forged with these two girls, or the excitement of what they had helped her begin yesterday, or the sheer perversity of the fact that to be able to capitalize on all she had invested in them, she could not do with either of them what she did as naturally as breathing. She snorted into Chastity’s neck, shaking her head at the irony of it all, and decided what she was experiencing was probably a combination of all three factors working together. Perhaps in combination with other factors she wasn’t as focused on right now.

As her last tremors finally subsided, she sighed and laughed ruefully, deciding the pleasure was something for her to embrace and enjoy, rather than worry about. Returning to her lover’s mouth, the two of them shared another long, slow, sensual, completely-uneven kiss: Channah standing proud and tall, fully refreshed, master of her own fate and her own world; Chastity hanging helplessly, badly-used by her master, her muscles and skin aching, sobbing, whimpering, weak and broken. But both of them feeling united by their passion and the intense connection their intimacy had forged between them.

Finally, Channah pulled her head back and whispered: “Are you going to be my good girl if I let you down?”

“Yes, Domina,” she nodded hopefully. “Please, Domina. I will be! Forever and always!”

“Aww….” And Channah couldn’t resist kissing her, just a minute or two more. Finally, with a sigh, Channah reached up and yanked Chastity’s ankle chain from the hook, drinking up her ache as her body tried to readjust. She was hanging by her wrists, her legs too numb and rubbery to support her. “One last kiss, while we still can.”

Her girl looked up with her with wide, alarmed eyes. “While we–?” Channah kissed her quiet, then yanked her wrists off the hook and eased her down to a kneeling position at Channah’s feet.

“Before you’re too dirty,” Channah clarified brutally, shuffling to move it right into Chastity’s face. “You know what to do. You’ve seen Penny do it.”

Literature Section “07-15[X] The Sex Surpassing Her Understanding“—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 15 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 819 words::Explicit 1101 words—Accompanying Images: 2051-2055—Published 2025-07-15—©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.

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07-14 The Agony and the Ecstasy (abridged version)

2025-07-142025-07-10 admin

CAUTION: Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).

Explicit version containing bullying, chastity, masturbation, CBT, and consensualnonconsent themes at 07-14X The Agony and the Ecstasy at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

“It’s confusing… even disorienting… isn’t it? Because it’s like being punished and loved at the same time. But imagine what it’s like to be me, that is, if you can get past yourself for a minute! I need to punish you but I want to love you!

I mean, think about how much work it’s going to be with you trussed up like this, hanging like a side of beef—well,” she laughed, “Let’s be honest: not really beef. I know! A side of lamb! My little lamb-chop.” And she began timing her blows to match and emphasize the words of her speech. “Do you imagine this is going to be a comfortable, lazy game for me?! I should think not! Here I’ll be standing and practically bending over backwards to angle myself and thrust in and out, probably having to squat and stand up, maybe even perch on my tippie-toes, and… what? You’ll just be hanging out here, as pretty and relaxed as you please? In my lovely garden? While I do all the work?! Ooh! It’s so unfair! It makes me so angry!” Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!

“Isn’t it? Unfair?” she cooed, and when she didn’t get an answer: “That wasn’t rhetorical. I asked you: ‘ISN’T IT?!’” Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!

Chastity frantically nodded and jabbered into her gag.

Snickering, Channah paused, moving around and kissing Chastity again as she pressed her soft hips forward, rubbing up against Chastity, being careful not to move her torso while they kissed because her girl was so close. Murmuring around her tongue and Chastity’s stretched lips, rubbing the paddle over Chastity’s sore, sensitized hindquarters while she stroked Chastity’s hair, she continued: “But you’re a lucky girl, aren’t you?” And when Chastity nodded, Channah cooed and laughed and rubbed noses with her a moment before getting back to the kissing, little kisses on her cheeks and eyes and down to her ears.

And then, back to the spanking: a heavy, fast rhythm in her own head with a strange, almost lyrical quality. “You can’t imagine what it’s like to be a workaholic, at a job where your mission and half the work you do are also your only hobby. For millennia! I love it to fuck! I probably, literally, exist for it to fuck! But to do it all day, almost every day—and even every night! Even while I sleep! Can you imagine—well, I guess you humans dream about what you do during the day, too, but I’m sorry, it’s just not the same! It’s how I feed my spirit, and it’s just another form of doing my damned—so to speak,” she giggled, “—job! Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang! Even I need a little variety! Some creativity! And it’s so precious to have a couple of girls who really, genuinely care for me, not the usual string of sad-sack horndogs who’d be just as happy with their own sister or grandmother or domestic animal, for that matter—anything with a hole. Half of them would marry a loaf of bread if it would cook and clean for them! Men! Oh, sending them to hell is fun, don’t get me wrong, but as a group, they’re…” she shrugged. “Total junk food. The biggest, blandest, most undifferentiated pile of oversalted chips ever served up to anyone. I need some fresh, wriggly little fish, like you and Penny, to go with my chips!”

“Yes, you’re right, of course, I do care more about her than I do you,” Channah didn’t even fully understand why she needed to say that, but she couldn’t help herself, twisting the knife at every opportunity, delighting at Chastity’s crushed whimper. Of course, she was a demon, so it was easy enough to chalk if off to her evil and sadistic nature. “But it’s not really about her—it’s complicated—but—the point is, I do love you too, little bimbo, in my own way, I really do; I even care about you! And I know you love me. So—what I’m trying to say is, I’m happy to work hard for you—not as hard as you,” she snickered, “I mean, I am the boss, and rank does have its privileges! But I’m really enjoying this… I’m really going to enjoy this, even if its ten times as much work for me as a regular mark would be.”

And suddenly, just as Chastity started grunting and twitching with greater urgency and speed, Channah stepped back, removing her right hand, regarding her prey, her expression turning cruel and mean. “But I do think you should suffer for me, bitch! Because I am a Queen of Hell, and I demand your suffering as tribute! Is that wrong, little cow? Not rhe—” but Chastity was already shaking her head, as emphatically as she could, satisfying her master.

“And besides—maybe most importantly—I like it!” she leaned closer, smelling the heady combination of fading arousal and spiking fear, and shuddering from it. “And you really, really, really want to please me, your Domina, don’t you, dear?” she pouted, nodding along casually with Chastity.

With a lingering, insolent gaze, Channah moved out of Chastity’s line of sight. “Good!” she agreed, taking a strong, balanced position and using both hands to bring the paddle up and across, almost like a golf swing, to match the angle of the blow to Chastity’s bottom.

Crack! Chastity thrashed and cried out behind her gag as Channah hissed: “Fuck yeah!” And moaned with her arousal. “That’s for finishing without permission!”

Crack! “OH! That’s good!” Channah growled. “Good girl! That’s for lying!”

Crack! “You’re dancing like a water bubble on hot iron!” She ran her hand over her girl’s bright red buttocks and moaned. “They’re already hot and red like iron in a forge, sweetie! Your buttocks are beautiful!” And, inspired, she kissed each of Chastity’s cheeks, pressing and dragging her lips hard across the ultrasensitive, infrared skin and laughing, before stepping back. “That was for your second time without authorization.”

Crack! She gasped with her arousal, then breathed heavily for a moment, before she could regain control of herself enough to gasp: “That was for being such a dumbo. And—” she added impulsively, almost tempted to give a sixth whack, “—for embarrassing me in front of my Court with your selfishness and stupidity!”

Crack! And she laughed, gasping for breath, still holding the paddle in her left hand and pressing it against Chastity’s back as a reminder of her power, straight up her spine from buttocks to shoulders, her left hand resting on the curve of her bottom, comfortably for her, very uncomfortably for her wriggling girl. She literally rubbed it in, her hand to the girl’s bottom, patting and stroking it in a way that would have been comforting if her skin hadn’t already been on fire. “There, there, and that was for your third time.” She gasped in mock-surprise, cradling Chas’s soft flesh and observing with a hoot: “It feels like a deflated little loaf of bread! There, there, my little vanilla roll.” She kissed her, hungrily, practically tearing off her gag to seal her own lips back over her girl’s mouth, shuddering as she squeezed the soft gooshy flesh down there. She was laughing and moaning at once, lost in the bliss of her girl’s helpless scramble of misery and adoration, confusing her and messing her up. Moving to face her full-on from the front, she reached around and grabbed her buttocks, struggling not to laugh as she used her own mouth to hush her.

Literature Section “07-14[X] The Agony and the Ecstasy “—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 14 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1269 words::Explicit 1370 words—Accompanying Images: 2047-2050—Published 2025-07-14—©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.

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07-13 Hung Out to Get Wet (abridged version)

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*2043 07-13 Chastity posing prettily for Channah*

CAUTION: Contains themes of heavy bondage and degradation some readers may find disturbing (even the abridged version).

Explicit version containing bullying, precum, chastity, masturbation, CBT, and consensualnonconsent themes at 07-13X Hung Out to Get Wet at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY: After a week of hazing by the succubae, and a looooong day and night’s sleep, the first full day of Chastity’s and Penance’s honeymoon with Channah is finally beginning. Before dawn, while Penny sleeps, Channah leads Chastity deep into the garden, chains her wrists together and hangs them from a hook, then chains her ankles together. “I—I don’t understand—” Chas whined. “I think you do, baby,” Channah grinned. “I mean, you can’t—can you?” NOW:

“I totally can, lover. Of course I can,” Channah assured her, waited a beat, and then—proved it, shouting: “Raise. Your legs!” seizing the ankle chain in her hands and pulling up hard on it, knocking Chas off her feet and then jerking up on the chain with such force she was able to lift Chas’s ankles up higher than her wrists and drop the ankle chain over the same hook holding her wrist chain.

“Oh fuck!” Chastity squeaked, kicking and flailing helplessly while Channah ran her hands all over her body.

“Oh yes!” Channah promised. “Soon enough. But be patient.” And, suddenly, sounding unconvincingly innocent, she asked: “How often did you break the rules yesterday, sweetie?’ Mm?”

Chas stopped moving and looked horrified. Channah didn’t even say anything, she just slapped her girl’s bottom, hard. “Two times, Domina!”

“Oh, dear.” She shook her head and tut-tutted. “I’d think you were a liar if I didn’t’ know already what a little dummy you are.”

Looking hurt and confused, Chas’s eyes darted from side to side, trying to figure out her mistake.

“One. Two. Three, sugar ninny. You broke the rules again with your sisterwife, even after I reminded you what a bad girl you had already been.”

And Chas was even more pierced by knowing she had been stupid in answering her Domina, than she had been thinking she had been tricked by Channah, because she had betrayed herself and her Domina. “Oh, oh I’m sorry, Domina! I’m sorry!”

“Sorry for what?!” Channah demanded, slapping her hindquarters on both sides, then surprising Chastity by unlocking her chakra box and slowly pulling it off, giggling equally at her girl’s expressions of arousal and shock, and the way she came to full attention. “Silly girl,” Channah laughed, slapping her and making her yelp. “Whatcha gonna do about it?” she glanced down significantly, delighted to hear Chas’s frustrated groan. “Don’t worry, I’ll see what I can do to get rid of that for you. Sorry—for—what?!”

“I—what?”

“What exactly are you sorry for, airhead?!” Whack!

“Oh! I’m sorry—”

Whack! “For what?!”

“Oh Domina, for everything! For both—for all of it!” Whack! “OW!” she howled.

“For? what? Answer me sorry girl! And don’t wake up your sisterwife with your bawling.”

“For lying—I mean, for lying, for being stupid, for breaking the rules, for being-stupid—again…” she finished miserably.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

“That’s four things!” Channah managed to sound indignant. “And you forgot to apologize for making such a loud noise!”

This time, Channah whacked her even as she apologized again. “I’m sorry I’m sorry ooh! That stings—I’m sorry!”

“Obviously not enough. Puddin’ would be soft as mush after the first whack,” she giggled. “Open wide!”

“I said wide!” And she pushed a red leather ball into Chastity’s wide-opened mouth. “This is so you don’t wake up Penny,” she cooed wickedly, using a buckling leather strap to hold the ball in place, before reaching down—still holding her girl’s gaze, seeing it turn afraid again as Channah’s predatory smile widened—and rising to reveal what had made the clattering sound before: “I brought your paddle,” she cooed, revealing the Muladhara paddle made just for her.

Chastity made a muffled mewling noise and twisted uselessly, shaking her head sharply.

“You little tease. As if that’s going to stop me, my darling dunce. You’re just trying to turn me on,” she laughed, using her right hand to pull Chastity’s head forward for another long kiss, continuing until Chastity relaxed enough again to get into it and start kissing her back, even as Channah worked the edge of the bat up between Chastity’s cheeks, rocking it back and forth, laughing because she knew exactly what she was doing to Chastity.

Breaking their kiss, she rubbed her thumb against Chastity and snorted, bringing it up to Chastity’s mouth. “That’s for later, girl. Apparently, you think this is all about you. Again!”

Chastity shook her head and tried to make negative noises, assuring her otherwise, but Channah ignored her sliding the paddle away and moving to Chastity’s left side, moving her right hand back down to play, teasing her until she started to pant.

And that was when Channah started to paddle her, one-handed, with her right hand manipulating Chastity, her body pressed up against her side, brushing her arm and knee—which were both about the same height as Chas’s head, and a bit lower than Channah’s—with soft kisses while her left hand thwacked Chastity’s bottom from an imperfect and awkward position, Chastity jumped pleasingly with every blow in response to Channah’s soft, teasing caresses and she started to make little gurgling sounds.

“Oh, dear, I’m not very good at this, am I?” Channah tittered. “Or you’re really boy-stupid. At this rate, I’m not sure how I’m ever going to get you back in your box.” She purred at the desperate sounds Chastity was making, and impulsively paused to lean around and make out with her lovergirl for a minute, before resuming. “You do look kind of dazed and muddled. I guess maybe I haven’t forgotten how to hurt and love a girl at the same time. I know that can be terribly confusing, can’t it?” Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!

Literature Section “07-13[X] Hung Out to Get Wet”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 13 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 876 words::Explicit 1018 words—Accompanying Images: 2043-2046—Published 2025-07-13—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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07-12 The Garden Path at Night

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They had tumbled into Channah’s bed around midday. Like humans, succubae experienced sleep cycles; but the most-active phases of their sleep, in particular, differed markedly. Channah, in her sleep, had visited her current stable of dream-lovers. She liked to keep 36 of them. She wasn’t rigid about it, but it was a good target number, one that kept her fed and fueled her active and assertive life as a Queen of Hell. Every succubus had her own preferred hunting grounds. Because of the sheer scale of her appetites, and the power level required to dominate the rest of her species, she haunted sailing ships and army camps. She kept seducing those she found awake by whispering into and touching their subconscious minds, to keep them focused on her and make them weaker. And she had ridden those she found most-vulnerable and asleep, as hard as she could. By the earliest hours of the morning, she was refreshed and filled to bursting with energy.

Even as she opened her eyes, she sensed Chastity, to her left, was awake; while Penance, to her right, remained asleep. Turning her head slowly she met Chastity’s eyes, watching her so intently it took the motion of her head to alert her Channah was awake. “Are you restless, my love?” she whispered.

“I wouldn’t say that, exactly…. I slept quite a long time.”

“Have you been awake long?”

“Perhaps an hour, or a bit more?” Chas guessed.

“Staring at me?” She smiled slyly. “Or staring at us both?”

She didn’t need to see color clearly to know when Chas was blushing. “A little bit. Well, yes.”

“And? How did it make you feel?”

“Amazed,” Chas admitted. “You’re the most beautiful things in the world. And so blessed…” then she caught herself, blushing. “Or… I mean… fortunate.”

“I love it,” she smirked. “And I love you for thinking that.” She rolled toward Chas and kissed her softly, once, before deciding that wasn’t enough and kissing her again. They wrapped their arms around one another, moving slowly so as not to wake Penny, and held one another tightly for the longest, sweetest kissing session either of them could remember for a long time.

It was only when Chas shifted slightly that Channah growled a throaty laugh, reaching her hand down to find the source of the problem. Pulling back an inch and licking her lips, she giggled: “Ohhh… baby… are those nasty Persian Gates starting to pinch again?”

“Yes, Domina,” Chas confessed.

“Mm… well, let’s do something about that.”

“Oh… yes, please Mistress,” Chastity agreed, desperate to release the pressure she was feeling.

“Let’s get your leathers,” she whispered. “This is my day, remember?”

“Yes, Domina,” Chas swallowed. “What about Penny?”

She looked back over her shoulder, fondly, then grinned. “Sleeping the sleep of the innocent at heart. I’ve got more than enough energy for both of you. Let’s let him rest up while I wear you out and then maybe you’ll be able to sleep a bit more.” And she laughed, pushing Chas off the bed before her, and then taking her by the hand to lead her down the stairs from her bedroom. At the bottom of the stairs she physically turned Chas so she was facing the garden and informed him laughingly: “Keep your eyes front, missy, while I look through your toybox. Well…. My Toybox, of toys for playing with Chastity,” she clarified.

“Um…. To tell you the truth, Domina, it’s so dark I don’t think I could see what you were doing even if I were right beside you,” Chas admitted. “But of course I won’t peek, Domina.”

“Better yet, why don’t you get some cushions from the salon—in front of you—and bring them along?” Channah could see as well in darkness as in daylight; even better, in some ways, in some wavelengths. Placing most of the items she had selected in a bag, she took Chas’s arm (since her hands were now full holding three large cushions), kissed her, and set off along the garden path toward the baths.

“Are we going to take another bath?” Chas asked breathlessly.

“You’ll see,” she promised, laughing girlishly and hiding whatever she had behind her, leading Chas all the way to the second spring, the one that fed the main garden stream. There, she turned right, leading Chas along its rocky bank, under the canopy of the trees until they reached another open spot, mixed garden and grass, overlooking the great valley. Within it, at the edge overlooking the valley, was a simple stone gazebo.

“It’s all so beautiful—I feel like it’s a magical world… it’s—” and suddenly she interrupted herself with a sharp intake of breath. Channah laughed, guessing what she had seen: the heavy hook, hanging from the roof of the gazebo, just a bit above head level.

“Set the cushions on the stone platform,” she commanded, tugging Chas forward, not allowing her to stop for more than a second beside the platform, and positioned her directly beneath the hook. Dropping whatever she had brought with a rustle and clatter, she brought both her hands to Chas’s cheeks and neck, pulling her in for a long, slow, hot kiss, and then running her hands over Chastity’s shoulders and tummy and breasts while continuing to kiss her.

Breaking their kiss and humming happily, she squatted down to retrieve her bag and handed it to Chastity to hold while she rummaged through it until she found what she was looking for. While she kissed Chastity’s cheeks and lips softly, Chastity felt Channah take her right hand and then her left, massaging each arm and fastening the cuffs in their familiar places around her wrists. Next, laughing as she kissed Chastity deeply, she pulled two more cuffs out of the bag. Then she and smouched her way down Chastity’s neck, breasts, and stomach to tease her caged flesh and kiss, kiss, kiss under her belly button and in the crevices where her legs met her torso and even the front of her thighs, totally distracting Chastity—not that she needed to—as she locked Chastity’s ankles.

Working her way back up Chas’s body, she pulled a short length of chain from the bag, drawing the cold metal teasingly up Chas’s skin, catching both her arms, and pulling her hands in front of her. In the night, in the shadow of the gazebo, Chastity saw only the corner of Channah’s wicked smile clearly, but she knew she was looking straight into her eyes, as she used carabiners to attach the two ends of the chain to her wrist cuffs. Chastity let out a shuddering breath as Channah lifted her hands over her head and slid the chain over the hook.

“Have you figured it out yet, sweetie?”

Chas knew she meant, what Channah had in mind, because she had not locked or tied Chas’s hands to the hook and Chas could slip them off the hook anytime if she wanted. “No…” she admitted, both excited and scared at once.

With a deep-throated laugh, Channah drew another short chain from the bag as she kissed her way back down her girl’s body and chained her ankles together.

“I—I don’t understand—” Chas whined, as she began moving back up again.

“I think you do, baby.”

“I mean—I mean, you can’t—can you?”

Literature Section “07-12 The Garden Path at Night”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 12 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1230 words—Accompanying Images: 2037-2042—Published 2025-07-12—©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.

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07-02 Honeycomb Funhouse Mindf***

2025-07-03 admin

*1984 07-02 Into the Labyrinth–We can fly!*

*1987 07-02 The World Turned Upside Down*

*1990 07-02 Good girls get dunce-boxed forever*

*1993 07-02 Here there are worlds and worlds and worlds…*

PREVIOUSLY: Channah had shaken Chastity and Penance to their cores by binding them and then stripping them of their senses one by one—sight, sound, smell, taste, and then—finally, with triggers inserted inside them, even touch and their awareness of their own bodies, leaving them completely isolated from the world, themselves, and reality. Now, only hours later, she has triggered the girls’ PTSD by leaving them kneeling naked, hands tied behind their backs, collars locked to rings at floor level, and alone in the eerie Honeycomb—vulnerable, bound, hitched, and stripped of their senses of sight, smell, hearing, and taste. They remained connected to the world, and to reality, only by their sense of touch and their awareness of their own bodies, and trapped in their fear, uncertainty, and inability to resist anything else she might choose to do to them. NOW:

Channah had, quite willfully and naughtily, allowed herself to become distracted, first by her castellan and other officials, then by her petitioners, and finally by a lover. She spent most of her time on Earth, and even the time she had for hell had to be divided among different castles by the global nature of her responsibilities. Inevitably, on the rare occasions she did return to Sademtsaowah, when she finally did reappear, she was besieged by the attentions of those she had ignored for far too long.

She had tried to assure them she would be returning next weekend, with her new brides, their qahramanah, and even Kadidia—all of those big draws for her curious officers and staff—but they had heard her promise how quickly she would be back so many times, they discounted her assurances to near nothing. This time, they would see she meant it. As much as Fang’s exhaustion concerned her with the possibility something similar could happen to her, she didn’t expect the girls could ever release that much sado-sexual sorcery again. But that wouldn’t stop her from trying to make it happen, she thought happily.

She had told her two girls she would leave them kneeling on the hard stone floor, virtually mummified and immobilized, for about half an hour. In the event, it was between four and five hours later that she finally returned to the honeycomb, casually chatting with the guards posted outside, for a moment before proceeding inside. Entering it, as she finally did, she brought light and noise to what had been a perfectly dark and silent space. But of course, her girls could not be aware of that, with the plugs she had placed in their ears and more-importantly, the triggers she and Kadidia had pushed up inside their bellies. She could strip them of their remaining sense, and indeed their connections to their own bodies, with a thought, anytime she wished; and she was confident they suspected and feared that to be the case. Still, there was no way she was going to give them the satisfaction or certainty of confirming or denying it categorically. Let them feel the creeping uncertainty and loss of confidence in their own awareness of reality, and the limits—if any—of her power that came with such profound uncertainty about something as fundamental as their very connection to the world.

Walking around behind her girls, she stood for a moment and regarded their beautiful backs and hips. They were gorgeous, two of Channah’s best creations, submissive, feminine, eager to please her, kneeling there with their legs spread revealing their little hints of wannabe manhood below their taints—not men. They would never be men. That was never in the cards for her little futas—never had been. Femmebois.

Both girls were showing signs of physical distress, shifting almost constantly, rearranging their legs, even daring to break position for a moment to straighten one leg and then another, pointing and stretching their toes like ballerinas, inadvertently shifting their hips like whores. Penny was shivering slightly, a function of temperature but even more, Channah judged, of anxiety and dread. Chastity moaned and whimpered, little sounds of her own distress, even panic. Chastity seemed to be even more-affected than Penny had been, about the trigger.

Channah felt herself becoming aroused and reflected, not for the first time since she had broken them, how much she enjoyed their sexual ambivalence, and how muc h they made her appreciate her own. It was a combination, she speculated, of their appearance, their submission, the fact she couldn’t drain them without throwing away decades of her own hard work, and the fact she had made them, thought by thought, feeling by feeling, experience by experience, even hip by hip and breast by breast. Oh—and the maddening, fascinating technical “virginity” of her number one whore. And the fact the little bitch’s personality had, so far, made her act and feel almost like a superior little virgin, no matter what Channah subjected her to.

Usually, as much as she enjoyed the transgression of penetrating a boycow, she enjoyed being a woman so much it made her one of the straightest succubae around. And, of course, she reflected smugly, she liked the fact that no one else on Earth or in Hell ever had to compromise less than she did. That was always a fucking turn-on. Something that, she could perhaps admit to herself, had discouraged her from experimenting with her staff side as freely as she might otherwise have done. It almost made her resentful of her girls, for forcing her to abandon—or at least suspend—that conceit, even if it was at her own choice to fulfill her own ambitions. She want to punish them, for making her compromise her own rigid, dominant femininity; and she couldn’t help the feeling they were asking for it, the little two-faced strumpet-prigs. Among a species more sexually-ambivalent than almost any other, being ultra-, exceptionally-, uncompromisingly- feminine was a badge to Channah of her own uniqueness and power.

All of which kind of pissed her off. Well, really pissed her off. At them. Again. The whiny little straitlaced better-than-thou virginal sheltered taffeta-girl wimps!

Regarding their insolent buttocks thrust up at her like challenges—or at the very least, invitations—she felt herself breathing more heavily, her forehead and coccyx twitching with the rising urge to strike and penetrate them both here. She could hardly imagine how badly they would freak out to feel her pushing lube into their sphincters, reminding them of the last time they had thought themselves senseless until she showed them what it really meant…

“Fuck!” She shivered and rolled her eyes, turning away and forcing her thoughts down gentler courses. She should have done these things on the heteraslakos if she were in the mood for it. And she could always do it next weekend. Or the next. Or the one after that….

But she’d already pushed her girls harder than she’d pushed anyone she wanted to be genuinely intimate with before. And she needed them to be intimate with her—needed them to love and trust her and depend on her. She had to rein herself in and give them love they could understand. Love they were more than ready for. Love they did need, and maybe she wanted, just for a little bit—just for fun. Only, she’d made them such perfect demon-bait… too fucking perfect… Only, they drove her so crazy—

Roughly and impulsively, allowing herself to womanhandle them and leave them helpless and lost to sate her own desire to punish and dominate them, she unhooked their collars from the hitching rings. She enjoyed very much how startled and fearful each girl was at the first touch, shocked to feel evidence of anyone else after hours of being lonely and abandoned, even if they had spent those hours pining for her. They were uncertain who was unhitching them and what they would be subjected to next. They had no idea, and no way of finding out.

She yanked the girls to their feet by their shortleashes and, after she was sure they both had enough circulation and feeling in their legs to keep their feet, casually draped the leashes over her shoulders, pulling their chins down right beside her ears and shivering with the feel of their soft skin and softer breath. Pulling and holding the shortleashes tight, she forced the girls to follow her closely while trying not to trip over their Domina or their own feet. She giggled, feeling them struggle and try to move cautiously, fearful that their next step might be on a painful or treacherous or difficult surface, as she led them back into—and through—the honeycomb.

Literature Section “07-02 Honeycomb Funhouse Mindfuck”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 2 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1240 words—Accompanying Images: 1984-1995—Published 2025-07-02—©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.

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06-122 Arousing a Succubus (abridged version)

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Explicit version containing masturbation, orgasm, cunnilingus, and consensualnonconsent themes at 06-122[X] Arousing a Succubus at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY: Chastity and Penance, naked, vulnerable, and bound, completely traumatized by their recent, total sensory isolation, have been led by Channah into a place of darkness silence and sterility. They plead with her not to leave them here while she runs a quick errand. NOW:

She whispered, her voice cracking with emotion: “First you want me and love me. Then you frustrate me and try to thwart my plans… and now you show pathetic need and fear? To me?! The Queen of the Succubae?” She asked incredulously, shuddering and closing her eyes, feeling their fear spike to panic. “Ooohhh…” she hissed slowly, pressing her hands between her legs. “You poor girls are terrified… of me, and of losing me. All at once! While I’m still mad at you! Ungh!”

She opened her eyes, staring deeply into theirs. “You girls are perfect! Thank you, you silly cows!” And as she felt their hopes start to rise: “All you had to do was behave like men, just a little bit! Show some courage! Show some independence! But no… you’re just teases! I’m gonna mess you girls up so hard you’re going to learn to lose control from fear and arousal at the same time.” Then she laughed, shaking as their hopes crashed back into confusion about what they had done, and terror of what she might do to them… outweighed only by their desperation for her to stay with them in the Honeycomb and protect them. “You two are quite mad, to tease and enrage a succubus that way. When are you going to learn your lessons?” She shook her head, incredulously. “My lessons, that you waste!”

Pulling something small from her pocket, she approached Chastity, staring down at her, ignoring their blubbering, confused, frightened questions—well, not the emotion of them, that she lapped up. Only the content. Then Channah stepped over the beam on the floor, to which Chastity was tied, one high-heeled boot and then the other, delicately and sluttily at once; before dropping to sit on the bar, her crotch right in Chastity’s face, locked in front of her by the ring fastened to Chas’s collar.

“Bitches! SILENCE!” she commanded, her thunderous voice swatting theirs down to muteness as quickly and effectively as a professional boxer might put an elementary-school thumb-wrestler in his place with a knockout punch. “You’ve only got yourselves to blame for your current predicament, after all. Don’t come whining to me now! I’m dying to start our honeymoon… it’s all I’m thinking of! Can you imagine what it’s like to be a Queen, with so many responsibilities, everybody’s boss, always being expected to have all the answers and make all the right decisions, and take care of all the little weaklings around her, all the time? ALL I’ve been fantasizing about since our wedding is our seclusion, away from the world, away from other people, away from any chance of risk or harm, where I don’t have to teach you and guide you and correct you and monitor you and discipline you, only love you and be loved! I would have thought you’d want that too! Instead of just…” she threw her hands up in frustration: “Prolonging this whole affair by forcing me to interrupt my work—again! And delay our special time of safety and love together—again! Just so that I can punish you… that’s right, you guessed it, AGAIN!” By now she sounded furious, almost on the verge of tears: “You’re so selfish and thoughtless!”

And the second both girls started frantically trying to apologize and plead she raised one insistent hand, instantly cowing them back into scared silence. “Are you girls scared of this place?” She asked, lip rolling in an exaggerated pout. “What’s that?” she asked their silence. “Yes or no. Are my widdle babies scared for mommy to leave them alone in the dark?”

“Yes, Domina!” they admitted reluctantly. “At least,” Penny tried to explain, “I’d like to get used to it, or… have a little more time after the—you know…” While Chas burst out: “Please stay with us!”

“Awww…. So sweet. I can’t even stay mad at you. I have an idea so Mommy can take care of you, while Mommy’s also doing all the work, and taking all the efforts. As usual! I have just the thing to protect you from your fears about this sacred place. Mommy will make it all go away. I brought these just in case you girls might want them.” She placed her hands over Chastity’s ears, and with a final, contemptuous twitch of a smile, pressed the magical earplugs into her girl’s ear canals.

Chastity cried out.

It was the kind of cry actors practiced for years, hoping for their chance to use it in a reputation-making dramatic scene. And Channah howled back like a rabid wolf, throwing her soggy dress over Chas’s head and grabbing her hair, crying and cursing and nearly barking with passion as she did. “You’re the Jezebels!” she whimpered, then shivered as Chastity’s screams fell into wracking sobs and pleas.

Right then. That was it.

Channah managed it again, only a little one, but the kind that’s so intense it’s nearly unbearable because you’ve already come so many times your body is raw and primed for it.

Chastity was still sobbing when Channah finally shook her head to gather her thoughts, stood, and stepped over Chastity, and then Penny, standing over her back facing the cube and drinking in her big-word, long-winded apologies and pleas.

Her high heels brought her ankles up to a height equal with Penny’s temples, and she rose on the toes of her boots to slam her ankles into the girl to get her attention and silence her. “I want to discuss this persistent problem further tomorrow, and during the coming week. I do want to take care of you girls, but I also have many responsibilities as the Queen and I can’t spend all of my time coddling and protecting you! I have to take care of everybody else, too! I was hoping you girls, with your free time and leisured aristocratic lives, could help me! You’re my wives! Don’t you want to be sweet to me the way I want to be to you?!”

“Yes! I promise you we do! We’re most sincere, our beloved Domina! I’m sorry!” Penny wailed ashamedly; almost histrionically. “We didn’t mean to interrupt you, Domina.”

“Hush! What did I just say?!” she spoke, crossly, catching Penny off guard and watching how she flinched as if she had physically hit them, looking hurt but also guilty about upsetting her. And… she smelled it like a drug, another hit of the addictive whisper of fearlovearousal: uncertainty, and worry, about what punishment she might inflict on them if she fancied it; but also, even stronger, about how much she wanted to please Chastity, and how miserable she felt that she was failing in that.

“Put your lips to work. Your sisterwife has already taken care of my orchid, but you can kiss my boots, baby.”

“Thank you, Domina,” she gushed, seizing it as an opportunity to show her apology and regret again, lips and tongue slobbering on the dirty toes of Channah’s boots.

“Such a good girl when she wants to be,” Channah said significantly.

And the last thing Penny heard as the earplugs entered her ear canals, before real and pervasive darkness, the complete, oppressive silence of death, and the utter loss of even the opium smell of her Mistress and the dusty flavor of her boots, settled over her… was the sound of her own weak, scared, desperate pleas.

Literature Section “06-122[X] Arousing a Succubus”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 122 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1230 words::Explicit 1248 words—Accompanying Images: 1951-1955—Published 2025-06-21—©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.

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06-121 Led Astray

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*1949 06-121 The Evil Queen Bee seducing Her retinue*

*1950 06-121 Let ME find the path for you, my pretties*

PREVIOUSLY: A traumatized Chastity and Penance, naked and vulnerable, are led by Channah into the honeycomb, a mysterious structure used by the demons for travel, finding it dark and silent and sterile enough to make them feel like they are being cut off from the world all over again. NOW:

With her sixth step, the silent darkness ruptured, practically exploding into light. Despite Channah’s warning, of course, they were startled and surprised. Of course, they jumped involuntarily, causing her to chortle merrily, as images swam into focus around them—organic shapes of flora and fauna, geometric ones of geography and buildings, on each of the six walls of the room, with a seventh billowing from smoke into clarity above them, and even a flickering below them like the floor itself might start to resolve into something—

“No!” Channah gasped as if scandalized, covering their eyes with her hands. “I saw you looking down, Penance Batonnoir! You saw the floor spark, didn’t you? Clever girl—too clever by half for your own good, isn’t that right, Chas?”

“Very much so, Domina,” Chas had to agree, sounding amused and bemused at the same time.

“Don’t you dare look down, Penance girl. Just one stray moment of curiosity—and I know you, you’re curious about everything—and gravity might drag the three of us straight down before I could even teach you about the sheets of the Honeycomb!” She giggled. “And since you have no business leaving my sheet, so to speak, that’s a skill you’ll never need anyway. So… let’s spend this week exploring my sheets only, shall we? In your own sheet, it’s simple: Back and to the left is always home. Always. Back and to the right is where you just came from, unless that happens to be your home, in which case it’s determined like the other four faces,” she kind-of explained, turning them 150 degrees counterclockwise and guiding them—with her hands still over their eyes and counting: “One. It’s already gone.” But she kept her hands on their eyes until she announced: “Two.” Then she brought her hands back down around their necks. “Three. Four. Five. Watch your pretty toes!” And then she finished authoritatively, “Six!” drowning out the girls’ tentative “Seven and a half” (precise Penny) and “eight” (casual Chas). As well-matched as they were physically, there was little chance there was any actual difference to speak of between their respective strides.

“Now. I need you to move just over here…” she guided them to the right, and then forward, maneuvering them around the outside of the glass cube. They immediately noticed there were chains hanging from the upper rail and rings embedded into the lower rail, on this side. “Now kneel down, and stay over here on the side, out of the main path. You don’t want to get in the way of any important people. And since everyone who uses the honeycomb is a succubus or accompanying a succubus, you can presume there will always be at least one person much more important than you, in here. Got it?”

“Yes, Domina,” they chorused unconvincingly, getting what she was saying, but not why she was saying it.

“For the same reason, to make sure you’re in a respectful position if any of your betters come across you, I want you down on your knees.” She was unfastening Chastity from the leash she shared with Penny as she spoke. “Go on, kneel, I know the floor hurts a little but we have a strict rule, animals left in the honeycomb are always hitched.”

“‘Left?!’” Penny asked, scared. “‘Hitched?!’” Chas protested.

“Ohh… come on, Chastity!” she teased her, thereby easily ignoring Penny’s question. “Who’s your cowgirl?”

“You are, Domina,” Chastity answered, embarrassed but also a little excited. “See?” she kissed the back of her head as she pushed the girl down to the floor. “What good little hucattle you two are.” And with that, she locked each girl’s collar to one of the rings in the floor, Penny’s to the ring nearest the iron door, and Chas’s to the ring nearest the honeycomb, spacing them about six feet apart.

“Mistress?” Penny squeaked. “Domina? Please, you aren’t going to leave us, are you?”

“Aww… my little poodle. You’re a grown-up! Don’t tell me you’re still afraid of the dark, darling?” she asked, managing to sound both sympathetic and irritated at once, as she pulled up on Penny’s bound wrists, hard, causing the girl to whine and shuffle her knees forward to ease the pressure on her shoulders, before using one of the chains hanging from the top bar to hold her wrists up and behind her in the strappado position.

“Not the dark per se, Domina,” Penny squeaked, sounding a little whiny and pathetic, even to herself. “But, it’s just—this—today—after the trigger—the honeycomb, Mistress!”

“Aww… does the honeycomb bother you?” she pouted distractedly.

“It’s just… kind of upsetting, Domina…” Chastity chimed in, her voice a little uneven, sounding even to herself like she had doubts about what she was saying.

“Oh, you poor little dears,” she said regretfully, locking Chastity’s arms into the strappado position. “Unfortunately, I have to make an appearance here at Sademtsaowah. Half an hour is about the minimum I need to linger here to be confident I’ve given all—well, almost all—of the damned enough time to wrap their empty skulls around the fact they need to attend to me here. Most of them react faster than that most of the time, but taken as a herd…” she shrugged. “It takes time to keep the number of stragglers down. Now,” she began, stepping over the bar into the cube, heading toward the iron door. “You g—”

“Can’t we please come with you, Domina?” Chastity pleaded frantically.

“Please, Domina, I promise we’ll be good girls!” Penance added.

Sounding firmer, she emphasized: “I have a great deal to do here and want to get as much of it done as possible, in those thirty minutes so I can give you sweet little love muffins mommy’s full attention on our honeymoon!” They heard her turning and stepping toward the door.

“Please can you leave us with the guards Domina, please?!” Chastity pleaded. “We’ll be ever so well-behaved!”

“We—we’ll be a credit to you, Domina!” Penny assured her.

She hesitated, and then turned back towards them, slowly, seeing the hunger in their eyes, not just for her, but for the light she was radiating. A thoughtful, calculating look crept into her eyes, and just the hint of a smirk lifted the corner of her lips. When she saw that both of her girls had caught the look on her face, and that it made them both quail like red-headed stepchildren, she bit her lip and pressed her knees together, sniffing deliberately and sighing with pleasure at their sudden burst of lambchop panic….

Literature Section “06-121 Led Astray”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 121 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1101 words—Accompanying Images: 1949-1950—Published 2025-05-20—©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.

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