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07-24 Cleaning Channah’s Feet (abridged version)

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

Explicit version containing bullying, goldenshowers, punishment, analpenetration, and cleanup themes at 07-24X Cleaning Channah’s Feet at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY: Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise. After becoming concerned Chastity was playing her (and afraid she was being gullible), Channah is angrily and rigorously testing Penny by pushing her limits. NOW:

Penny was panting, faster and faster, as Channah tested her bladder, before with a desperate last shake of resistance, Penny squeaked and groaned with an unmistakably defeated sound.

Channah couldn’t help herself, she laughed while she stood up, stepping back and trying to sound outraged: “Naughty-little-girl embarrassed herself, didn’t she?” And this time she didn’t wait for her girl to start talking; didn’t even give her a chance to, hauling back and walloping Penny’s bottom: Crack! “AAAAAAAAAAAH!” followed by a lot of caterwauling and gibberish she couldn’t even have made sense of if she was listening, which she wasn’t because she was doubled over so hard watching Penny completely lose control.

“Oh, Penny! You dirty bitch!” she howled, laying Penance’s Bull-Daddy down well out of the way. “I ought to spank you for that!” She stepped toward her throne, unable to avoid the little lake, laughing as hard as Penny was crying. “What are you doing with your head still under my throne? Silly girl! Back up! Back up!” she commanded, as Penny did back up, her arms moving right into the pool as Channah slid her throne forward and sat down on it, over Penny’s head, grabbing her by the hair, then leaned back in her throne, lifting Penny’s tear-soaked red face so she could see it and putting the soles of her feet right on it. “Dirty girl! I told you what the consequence would be, didn’t I?”

“Yes, Domina!”

“Then start doing your duty, bitch. Back on your heels.” And when she hesitated, Channah put her feet on Penny’s shoulders, kicking her backwards so her extremely sensitive butt slammed into her own heels, producing another pleasing, squealing sound as Channah pushed her soles into Penny’s face to keep her from rising back. “Unh-uh! STAY!” She snapped, as if she were talking to a dog. “Bad puppy! Go on, puppy! Lick! Lick!” And she moaned with pleasure as she felt Penny obey her Domina, even as she continued to wriggle her hips to alleviate the pain from her bottom. “Good girl,” Channah cooed. “Good. Girl.” Knowing she would be unable to leave her throne until the floor was cleaner, she dropped her right foot to the ground while Penny worshipped her left , and then she dipped her left foot while Penny was sucking on her right. “Thaaat’s the way, goooood gurl. Oh… look how devoted you are, baby! Yess…. Stick that tongue between my big and second toes. It’s sooo wet in there. Now lick the bottoms. Oh, other foot. What a mess! But you must be thirsty, the way you’re going to town. We’re going to explore that, darling!”

After a pause to listen to Penny lick, she continued, almost lazily: “Use your hands to hold my ankles—gently! While you clean the bottoms of my feet. Why should I do all the work to hold my legs up? You’re the offender! I’ve given—at a guess—tens of thousands of whoopings in my life, including to boys much younger and smaller than you, and I can assure you, you are the single most pathetic little worm I’ve ever dealt with. The good news for you, little marshmallow, is that you’ve always been soooo sweet and submissive you don’t give me much cause to beat you.” She giggled: “Well… except the way you keep turning me on with what a submissive, disgraceful, dirty slut you really are… practically begging for more torment when you do that in front of a demon, aren’t you, horny girl? But other than the times you seduce me into it, you shameless girl, there will be occasional days, like today, when I need to prove to you, or to myself, or perhaps even to a third party, how totally submissive you are. But if you keep up your good work, striving really hard to show me how much you love and respect me, after your pathetic display of weakness today, I’m pretty sure beatings will be rare for you, and I will never get close to hitting you as many times as… well, even wimpy little Chastity. But certainly never treating you the way any real men could expect: ten, twenty… I’ve hit boys, you know, real boys, as many as fifty times before.” Penny made a defeated, overwhelmed sound. “Oh hush and keep cleaning my feet, bitch! We’ve already seen how weak and pathetic you are; that’s what I’m trying to tell you! Don’t you get it, dummy?” She used her heel to cuff Penny across the cheek, emphasizing her dominance further. “I’m talking here!

She continued, teasing her and taunting her and praising her and insulting her by turns, serving her sole after sole, occasionally allowing herself a detour to test Penny’s cage while she kept licking, until finally Channah giggled in triumph, prodding and testing with her foot to confirm her suspicion as Penny groaned with her humiliation. “Theeeere it is, my perverted little mushroom. I knew talking dirty to you while disgracing you would bring back your little man sometime! And it’s so hard now, almost like a real twelve-year-old boy, isn’t it? Isn’t it?!”

“Yes, Domina!”

“Goood girl! What a good girl! Admitting what a naughty little girl you are is the first step to giving into your nature. You are my helplessly-devoted little girl, aren’t you?”

Literature Section “07-24[X] Cleaning Channah’s Feet”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 24 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 891 words::Explicit 1113 words—Accompanying Images: 2092-2095—Published 2025-07-24—©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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07-23 The Crack of the Bat (abridged version)

2025-07-232025-07-18 admin

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

Explicit version containing bullying, consensualnonconsent, analpenetration, and bladderplay themes at 07-23X The Crack of the Bat at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

“Pleaser,” she hissed as an insult, watching her scamper to assume the position Channah had commanded her to assume. “Pathetic Pleaser,” she amended, chortling, as she slowly walked to assume a strong striking position, legs apart, perpendicular to her victim, hands clasped around the handle, breathing in the fresh morning air and noticing that the sun had fully risen. “Don’t disappoint me,” she rumbled.

“No Domina. I swear I’ll give you everything I ha—” Crack! “AAAAAAAAAAAH!” she cried, as the bat connected, perfectly, striking both cheeks of her bum. Penny scrabbled, howling, trying to crawl under the throne.

Channah laughed and rocked her shoulders with delight, enjoying herself fully, excited at Penny’s wimpy—and most satisfying—reaction. “That was just the first one, pudding. Or does being a pathetic milquetoast make you more of a Princess? Hmmm….” She walked to Penny’s other side, switching her hands on the bat, and watched Penny’s quivering bottom for a moment before purring to express her intense satisfaction. “Lillith and Cane, you’re a sissy-little weakling. Aren’t you?!” she snapped.

“Yes, Domina, I’m a sissy-little weakl—”Crack! “AAAAAAAAAAAH!” she wept, slamming the chair against the wall as she cried.

“Oh yeah,” she howled like a wolf, bending her knees and holding her hands at her sides as she hooted with delight, before returning to her first position, listening to Penny’s moans. “You look so—stupid—with your head under my throne! Like some kind of dumb dog that thinks it’s hiding by sticking its head in a hole! Tell me, is that what you are? A dumb doggie or a sissy-little weakling?”

“I—” Crack! “AAAAAAAAAAAH!” this time it was a squawk that nearly made Channah come again. Laughing, she plumped down into her throne, resting her feet on Penny’s back and enjoying the feel of how she was writhing on the floor before her. “I feel so close to you right now, pudding Princess,” she confessed. Then she giggled. “How do you feel?”

“It hurts so badly, Domina!” Penance wept. “I don’t know if I can be good. I’m trying so hard to be good, I promise I’m trying Domina—”

“Oh, I know, sweetie! I can tell! That’s why I’m feeling so close to you, darling—because you’re trying so hard for me! Isn’t that sweet?”

“I—I—I want you to be happy, Domina! I want to make you happy. BUT IT HURTS DOMINA!!!

“Ohh, there, there, sweetie, SOO dramatic.” She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “You’re not going to die, unless you realize how ridiculous and pathetic you sound,” she consoled her girl in a saccharine-sweet voice, rubbing and pressing her feet into her girl’s shoulders and back, eliciting groans of confused pleasure as she overstimulated her with a profusion of sweet and spicy sensations at once. “I’ve done this to a. Lot. Of. Boys. over the centuries, baby, and I can promise you—even little jawari like you have survived—” she had to stop and laugh again, at Penny’s wiggling and whining. “Penny!” she barked, trying and failing miserably to sound cross with her, slapping her back with the soles of her feet to get her attention before she burst out laughing yet again. “You. Are. Absurd. The most ridiculously little whiney-baby I have ever beaten!”

And with that, she stood up again, walked around behind her, standing between her legs and just enjoying the absurd little booty dance she was still doing. Impulsively, Channah started alternating feet to step on her right cheek and watch her dive as if scalded, then step on her left cheek to watch her dodge, then jab her, then caress her. Finally, as much fun as she was having, she decided Penny would probably entertain her all day, and she had no doubt she could make Penny entertaining with very little effort whenever she wanted to.

“Assume the position, bitch! Get your hips back up.”

Penny started hyperventilating again between sobs but wailed: “Yes, Domina,” as she pushed her cute little tushie back up, the internal conflict visible in the stiff, awkward way she moved, even without her crying to emphasize it.

“Are you ready, bitch?” she asked, snickering.

“Yes, Domina,” she quailed.

“I don’t know… you don’t look ready.” Getting into maximum-domme position, she rolled the bat in her hands causing the tip to draw a circle in the air above her shoulder. “You look kind of scared. How’s your bladder doing, sweetie?”

“I need to pee so bad, Domina. SOO bad, pl—” Crack! “AAAAAAAAAAAH! Oh owwwww! Dom-min-na! I love you…” she whined.

“Are you getting excited yet?” she asked, squatting down to check, then guffawing. “No. I can’t even find you. You may even have an insy right now,” she laughed, playing with Penny’s bottom. Impulsively she sucked on her middle finger and pressed on Penny’s bladder, watching and cackling with delight as her girl tried to take the pressure off. “Keep that ass up, Missy!” she ordered sternly, continuing to torture her bladder with her finger. “But don’t you dare spill a drop or I’ll make you clean it up! It feels—soooooo—full honey! I don’t know how you can even stand it! How long has it been since you’ve peed? Twenty hours? Why, that’s probably the longest you’ve ever held it in your short little life. You must be drowning—”

Literature Section “07-23[X] The Crack of the Bat”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 23 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 898 words::Explicit 1141 words—Accompanying Images: 2087-2091—Published 2025-07-23—©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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07-20 The Dangers of Toadying

2025-07-202025-07-18 admin

*2075 07-20 I want to lick it so bad… but what will the Queen think?*

*2077 07-20 Um… Mistress? While I’m down here, may I lubricate the top of your boot?*

Penny’s disappointment at failing to please her was warming Channah’s pussy, even if the heat hadn’t reached her heart yet. “Please, please can you remind me what your question was? I hate—that doesn’t matter. What matters—I hope—is that I’m so sorry that I was so stupid. Could you please repeat your question for me?”

“Is it really so hard to be a good servant?” she asked, disappointed in herself for not sounding as sharp or mean as she’d intended to, reaching down behind her chair, for what she had concealed there, and bringing it up to rest across her shoulders.

“Oh!” And Penny didn’t even need to clarify that she meant she understood the question and knew the right answer now. Despite her slight irritation at Penny’s top-girl exultation at knowing the answers again, she couldn’t help but let it slide as she continued: “No, Domina, no it isn’t hard, or it shouldn’t be. It’s only hard for me. I’m sorry for being such an inadequate servant.”

“I should think so. What are you?”

“I’m—I’m—I’m a stupid slut,” Penny confessed, guessing the right answer, or at least, one the judges decided to accept. “I’m such a stupid slut,” Penny moaned emphatically, doubling down, managing to work her tongue deep along the floor under the arch of Channah’s sole.

“So stupid you can’t even answer an easy question?”

“Yes, Domina. Please, please don’t discard me for being stupid. Please train me to be better.”

“I can train you to be less ignorant, although with a silly cow it may not be worth the time.” Then, making her voice more patronizing, she continued: “But I’m not sure it’s actually possible to smarten you up if you were born stupid, is it, you simple little ninny?”

“No, Domina, I’m sorry I didn’t think of that—”

“Then what am I to do with you? If I can’t make you smarter, and you’re too stupid to learn from my words, what can I do with you?”

Again Penny was still a second, as she tried to figure out what to say that would please her master. “I—please, Domina, perhaps you could give me only the dumbest and meanest tasks?”

Channah nodded to herself, pressing her lips together thoughtfully. That was a fair answer, if not what she was herding her hucow towards. “Not the worst idea,” she admitted. “I definitely think a little wanna-be smarty-pants should be taken down a few pegs with the dumbest and meanest work. Perhaps supervised by someone you really despise… like Roger!” she laughed, liking the physical reaction that produced in Penny, who practically recoiled to hear it.
“Oh, no, Roger’s actually smart—” and then, inspired with insight into her creature, she whispered: “Isn’t he?”

“I—is he—” suddenly some of Penny’s tension ebbed from her shoulders and hips and she admitted the obvious truth: “Yes, Domina.”

“Yes, what?”

“Roger is smart, Domina.”

“He’s smart, and he’s a natural leader, and he has a big hard cock, doesn’t he?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“Yes, what? Don’t make me say that again!”

“Roger is smart, Roger is a natural leader, and—and—Roger has a big hard cock, Domina.”

“And how about you?”

“I don’t, Domina.” And then, realizing what was expected of her, she burst out: “I’m a silly ninny cow, I’m a—a natural follower, and—and I have a soft… little… clitty, Domina,” she admitted, each word spoken more softly than the previous one.

“You really do, Puddin’,” she laughed. “But maybe it would be even funnier if I made you work for somebody truly stupider than you. Somebody impulsive and ignorant and weak. How would you like that, Puddin’?”

“I—I—I would do whatever you want, Domina,” she confessed miserably.

“No, I want to know. Answer my question, bitch! Who would you rather work for, someone you hate but still, as much as you hate them, you can’t help respecting? Or someone you have complete contempt for? Like Cutter!” She laughed even harder. “Or Martin,” she could barely get the name out, exaggerating the ‘ar,’ which somehow turned the name into a mockery of the boy’s intellectual capacity. And when Penny didn’t answer immediately, she snapped: “I told you I expected an answer, but I suppose—between your being stupid yourself, and how much you hate Roger—it’s actually a difficult question for you, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Domina, it is!” she burst out immediately. “And I’m afraid—” she cut herself off.

Channah pounced on it like a hawk: “What are you afraid of? And don’t you dare lie to me.”

“I’m afraid whatever I answer, there will be consequences.”

“What consequences?”

“I don’t know. I—can’t imagine. You’re more creative than me.”

“Creative? Or do you really mean ‘cruel’?”

After a pause, she burst: “Both, Domina. You’re both. Especially in this area.”

“What area?”

“Boys. Men. Males. Sex. Hierarchy. Control. There’s no game-playing about that. I can’t possibly keep up with you Domina. You really are smarter than me, in every way, about that stuff.”

“Fuck,” she cursed, her pussy and her heart bursting into genuine flame, taking her feet away and putting them back up on the bed. “Look at me, bitch.”

Penny looked up, her big eyes filled with unadulterated submission and adoration, until they reached her shoulders and reacted, sharply and fast, her pupils growing huge as her body fairly stiffened and recoiled with her fight-flight-freeze instinct.

Channah knew she looked good, too, even as she looked terrifying to her little girl. Naked, voluptuous, decadent, sensuous, and rotten as the medlar fruit she had taken as her symbol, reclining on her lounge chair, her breasts large and firm enough to remain prominent even in that position, her strong, fleshy legs crossed at the ankles on the edge of the bed, her face practically alight with sadistic joy and a less-familiar, deeper excitement… and her strong, round arms draped over the opposite ends of Penance’s Bull-Daddy, the heavy, wicked, personalized bat that perhaps more than anything else than her collar and cage, celebrated and emphasized Channah’s power and control over Penance, and Penance’s subservience to Channah. Everything about the Queen’s posture was relaxed and, even more, supremely confident; the threat of the bat all she needed to make Penny want to shrivel and shrink herself to nonexistence at her Goddess’s feet. Channah enjoyed her cowering—and even more, her obedience, if it was that (rather than pure, instinctual paralysis). Frowning slightly, she decided to find out which it was.

Literature Section “07-20 The Dangers of Toadying”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 20 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1093 words—Accompanying Images: 2075-2078—Published 2025-07-20—©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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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)

2025-07-132025-07-10 admin

*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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06-117 Slut-Shaming Spectacle (abridged version)

2025-06-162025-06-29 admin

*1914 06-117 The Agony of St. Penance in the Judas Cradle*

*1917 06-117 The Rapturous Martyrdom of St. Chastity*

Explicit version no longer available.

PREVIOUSLY: Penny is kneeling before Esmeray with her head in her lap, busted and broken in by Kadidia, who is now working Chastity over. NOW:

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. Well, she dangled almost like a joey or a child, if its hands were still tied behind its back, and instead of a protective pouch, leather straps binding her in place to Kadidia, but leaving her helpless and her nude body exposed.

“What’s happening?!” Chas wailed, and Penny looked back over her shoulder, eyes widening to see her friend staked like a prisoner of Vlad Dracul, her legs spread out and flailing as if the sheer volume of extra flesh inside her was forcing them outwards. Mouing in panic, she swallowed and buried her head back down on Esmeray’s lap obediently, even frantically, as if she might be able to crawl inside Esmeray completely and thereby protect and conceal her vulnerable, wide-open body instead of waiting compliantly and uncovered for whatever Kadidia was inclined to do to her.

“Didn’t you hear your Domina?” Kadidia asked Chastity. “We’re going to see if you’re actually interested enough in your little friend and whether her acceptance of you, will allow your transformation! But because you’re both operatives and pathetic jawari of the succubae, neither of you will be in the driver’s seat. I will. I will be your puppeteer and you’ll be nothing more than my sock-puppet, your shape and rigidity entirely defined by me.”

Laughing, she knelt back down behind Penny, massaging Chastity’s oily skin, and laughed: “Let’s get this where it needs to go before anything happens to it.” Shoving her hips forward, she drove the impaled young man forward, bringing all three of them into connection. Penny squealed as she felt the activity behind her and Kadidia barked at her: “You can do better than that, little girl. Beg like you’ve been panting for Chastity your entire life! Encourage your friend! If you love her, and want her dream to come true, instead of disappointing the succubae, you’ll whine like you did for your Domina.”

“Oh noo!” Penny squeaked in embarrassed horror, eliciting laughter from Kadidia and even Esmeray before she made a couple of choking, gasping sounds and finally managed an unconvincing: “Have me, Chas! Go on, girlfriend! Have at me, please!”

The succubae laughed uproariously and Kadidia bellowed: “More! Come on, show some spirit, Penny! You’d make granite wilt! Call your lover like a siren! Beg for her!”

“Oh! Chastity, baby!” Penny shrieked, digging deep to try and remember every filthy, explicit, outrageous epithet and cry she had heard over the extreme, intense past three days: “C’mon, baby, take me, damn you, you hot sexy bitch!”

“Penny!” Chastity half-gasped in shock, half-cried in passion. “PENNY! Do you—do you really mean it?”

“Of course,” Penny sobbed. “You silly girl. Don’t you know how badly I’ve wanted to feel close to you, that way, again—ever since the first time? I wanted it so badly—I wanted YOU, your lips, your arms Chastity! For so long I’ve felt like I couldn’t even tell my best friend how much I wanted to be closer with her!” Penny began thrusting her hips like a whore, bucking and rubbing against Chastity as hard and as quickly as she could.

“Oh, Penny!” Chastity wept, her passion accompanied by sharp pain as she was flung violently, forward and back, against the harness holding her, her arms aching from their position, her tight bonds, and the rough physics of being used as a bouncy doll with your arms twisted up behind your back and a ship’s mast filling your nethers. “I’ve wanted you for so long!”

“Then prove it!” Penny screamed the challenge, bawling uncontrollably again, surrendering all for what little she could give her friend. “Prove it! Fill me up! Come on, Chas, like she’s doing to you! If you’re going to send me to hell, Chastity—you better make this the ride of your life—no, of my life! The best fuck any little girl has ever been given! Make me yours, Chas, make me yours!”

Chastity shrieked and kicked as she came, obviously finding Penny more than convincing enough, shouting and weeping and apologizing and finally just moaning and murmuring things no one could make any sense of except that she probably truly did love Penny.

Kadidia gasped, straightening up, pulling Chastity off Penny in the process, putting her hands on Chastity’s nipples and roughly playing with her chest as it turned into a lovely pair of breasts and at the same time, feeling her buttocks and hips expanding and pushing in and back on her pelvis as Chastity morphed into a woman in her arms, between her legs, and before her eyes.

Laughing and roaring like a lion, she growled: “That’s a first… I don’t get too many of those anymore!” Reaching forward with one hand, she seized Penny’s hair and dragged her up and onto her back, enjoying her look of shock and alarm with just a little gasp of passion as she forced her down until her shoulders touched the stone, still kneeling and obviously uncomfortable. “Work me, sissy! Before I wear your little friend out!” And then she moved forward, making Penny’s whole world turn dusky and musky and overwhelming and all-enveloping. Swatting Penny, eliciting a satisfying yelp and a prolonged sob as the girl tried to shield her most-sensitive bits, she amplified: “You heard me—“ and then she sighed, enjoying Penny’s response, until—not long afterwards—her growling noises rose into an even louder roar, as, for the third time that ominous day, the vicious cycle of lust and torment triggered an unholy release of power.

Finally, Kadidia fell forwards, ignoring the cheering and excitement of the other succubae, using the girls as her cushion as she collapsed on top of the two smaller girls, pancaking them under her and enjoying her leisure as they whimpered and gasped for breath under her much-greater weight.

Literature Section “06-117[X] Slut-Shaming Spectacle”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 117 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1031 words::Explicit 1162 words—Accompanying Images: 1914-1919—Published 2025-06-16—©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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