1951 06-122 Lead us into temptation
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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.