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07-06 Bathing in Chastity’s Fountain (abridged version)

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*2009 07-06 This must be a happy family in paradise*

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PREVIOUSLY: After a week of brutal wedding and coming-of-age hazing by the succubae, Chastity and Penance are finally enjoying their true honeymoon with Channah. NOW:

Before they had even finished bathing, Channah had Chastity writhing helplessly on a flat rock in the center of the pool, like a fish out of water or a sacrifice on an altar. With a final, devastating look, she said: “Stay. And don’t you dare, you know.” Chastity made a strangled cry that caused Channah to shiver with pleasure as, still laughing, she turned to her second victim.

Penny looked much more nervous than Chas, and much more nervous than she had when she first stepped into the water. But Channah knew how to handle her: with authority and strength. She didn’t even try to direct Penny verbally. She simply pulled her close, chiding her instead: “Ap ap,” she shook her head. “None of that. You’re coming close to me for your bath, young lady.” Sensing her embarrassment and feeling her excitement, Channah warned her: “Deep breath!” and then pushed her head down under the water, holding her a beat or two longer than necessary to make her hyperaware of how much stronger Channah was, and how completely in charge she was. Channah was pleased to feel that Penny had sunk below the water and was trying to stay there obediently, trying to be a good girl and cooperate rather than resist. Pulling her up and spinning her ‘round, again like a puppet by moving her rather than by using words, Channah warned: “Close your eyes sweetie so you don’t get any soap in them.”

Channah started by repeating her actions with Chastity, washing Penny’s hair, face, and arms, before folding her arms at the elbows and placing her hands at the back of her head.

“Stay still, just like that a moment, honeypot, while I check on your girlfriend,” she instructed, before turning and lazily running her soapy fingers lightly up the insides of Chastity’s thighs and further, laughing with pleasure as the girl shivered and shook and whimpered. “What a passionate girl you are,” she murmured. “Now be still, be good, and just watch.”

Turning back to Penny, and turning her around so Chastity, by raising her head and looking down between her legs, could see Penny’s face and breasts, Channah pressed up tightly against Penny’s back and bottom, making her gasp and whine, ooching her forward until she stood at the edge of the water between Chastity’s legs. “Doesn’t she look beautiful?” Channah cooed encouragingly, reaching under Penny’s arms to stroke her temples and then trailing her fingers her cheeks and neck and shoulders. “With all that soap on her face, forcing her eyes closed and her mouth open to breathe? Doesn’t she look hot?”

“Yes,” Chastity whimpered truthfully, as Penny moued indignantly.

Channah took this as her cue to grab Penny firmly in front, watching Chastity’s eyes grow big as saucers, as she scolded Penny: “Shush, my prudish little Princess. Nobody’s talking to you, and nobody wants your opinion. Besides… your face does look beautiful, whether you’re comfortable with the fact or not. You look like you—” She broke off as Penny moued again, an angry protest, spoiled by the sharp, breathy sound she made a second later as Channah played gently with her for both girls’ benefit. Leaning down, she whispered into Penny’s ear: “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Domina!” she whimpered, nodding helplessly.

Channah nipped her ear before continuing, setting her chin against Penny’s hair and looking at Chastity again, even as she continued to caress Penny, softly and gently: “We definitely need to clean these, don’t we, futa? Do you know why?”

She shook her head and whimpered a negative sound.

“So we can enjoy how sweet they taste!” Chastity groaned and Penny moaned, while their Master gleefully elaborated: “I’m gonna get soap everywhere… make them slippery and… ooh! What’s happening?” She giggled, Penny’s bright red cheeks obvious.

“Here,” she whispered again, into Penny’s other ear. “I’m going to give you a boost to help you get up on this rock on your knees, okay honey?”

“Yes ma’am,” Penny agreed, sounding nervous.

“Get ready to jump, little bunny, on one…” she ran her soapy hands down Penny’s sides plunging into the water “two…” where they cupped the bottom of Penny’s cheeks. “Three! Jump!”

Penny rose up and Channah helped her settle down slowly onto the rock. Then Channah slipped clockwise around Chastity’s foot and, from her position by Chastity’s hip, reached over Chastity’s leg to take Penny by the back of her head, pulling her downwards. “Let’s take your weight off those knees, sweetie,” she suggested gently. “That’s the way, lay your cheek down on Chastity’s tight tummy and… oh, my, your, you know, are really on top of, you know, aren’t they?” Chastity made a long, agonized groan as Channh’s hand, pressing down hard between Penny’s shoulder blades, ended the younger girl’s instinctive attempt to rise back up off her friend. Chastity started panting loudly, prompting Channah to warn her, trying to sound stern through her amusement—“Don’t you dare, Chastity Batonnoir! She’s not even clean yet!”

But it was too late. Crying out and apologizing—whether to Channah for disobeying, or to Penny for involving her, was unclear—“I’m sorry! I’m—sosorry!!!” Channah held Penny’s chest down, continuing to fight Penny’s efforts to rise up on her knees again. But she let Penny raise her head so she was out of the way. Penny looked alarmed, like maybe she’d done something wrong, and it was all Channah could do not to laugh out loud.

Literature Section “07-06 Bathing in Chastity’s Fountain”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 06 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 914 words::Explicit 1063 words—Accompanying Images: 2007-2010—Published 2025-07-06 (p.m.)—©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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07-05 In the Bathing Pool

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*2003 07-05 Salamacis finds Aphrodite’s sons bathing in her lake*

*2005 07-06 Aphrodite’s new daughters celebrate their transformation*

PREVIOUSLY: For seven days and nights, Chastity and Penance have been tormented, tested, pushed, and bewitched by the succubae and their human operatives, leaving them feeling rootless, lost, malleable, in need of comfort, and desperate for love. Now, finally, Channah gives them what they long for, introducing them to her private mountain vale. NOW:

Beyond the hot bath, the forest stream, and the washing-pool was a breathtaking vista, revealed between the high greyish-black cliffs to their left and the forest canopy to their right. Channah’s vale ended in a low rise of rock, its lowest point the drain and surface level of the bathing pool. Beyond it were a line of jagged mountain peaks; and, as they got closer, opening out below before the distant peaks, a deep and wide valley thousands of feet below them.

“Remember how everything in the vale looks,” Channah cautioned her girls—as if, they imagined, they could ever forget! “This, exactly so, is the way I want it. I gave my gardeners and servants the week off. Mainly for privacy, so we can enjoy the true, intimate seclusion our marriage entitles us to—something that is among the most difficult things for me, as a Queen, to obtain. Priceless! You cannot imagine the constant attention of flatterers and wheedlers, or the freedom of being alone with my loving wives.” She sighed, squeezing them both as she continued to guide them, past the hot bath and over the stream on a little bridge. “But partly, I confess, because it turns me on to see my play-partners working and serving me.” She shivered anticipatorily, leaving them in no doubt how much she meant it. “It’s almost better than sex, which is saying something for a succubus,” she drawled. “So expect to spend some time each day cleaning and caring for my paradise. Obviously,” she shrugged, “You’ll do the cooking and laundry as well,” she purred at the thought, her eyes dancing. “And I will sit and watch you sweating in the warmth of the afternoon sun. Oh, yes, you must do the hardest work in the afternoons…” she cooed, running her hands over their shoulders and backs. “You simply must…” she bit her lip, and shook her head, as if to clear it.

“But not today. And not tomorrow. I know you sweethearts are exhausted. We have plenty of prepared food to last us a couple of days and everything is spotless now. So, the intensely sexual cleaning,” she emphasized breathily, pausing to kiss each of them, her anticipation making them want to serve her and turn her on, compounding their submissive natures, before she continued, “Will have to wait. A little spicy anticipation even as we indulge ourselves completely, playing with one another.”

Leaving them a moment, standing and staring dumbly out over the chasm in wonder, she stepped to a low chest like a coffee table between two chaise lounges, removing towels—which she set on one of the chaises beside their chastity cages—a bottle of castile soap, and some clean rags; before returning to them, setting the rags and bottle close to the edge of the bathing pool and removing their wrist and ankle cuffs, first Chastity’s, then Penny’s. She helped them and made them feel cared for by massaging their stiff shoulders and arms as they groaned in relief.

“Now,” she smiled coyly at the girls, “Kneel before me. Go on, I have to get ready to bathe, too!”

Looking at one another in delighted but nervous surprise, having never seen their own Domina naked before, despite the liberties they had been allowed with her, they knelt. Smiling magnanimously, she placed her hand on top of Chastity’s head for balance and insolently lifted her foot, presenting her boot to the two girls, who quickly worked it off. When they stopped, looking up at her expectantly, she raised a questioning eyebrow. “And my stocking and garter?”

Embarrassed, hands fairly quaking, they reached tentatively under her skirts to removed them, struggling not to take any unnecessary liberties by touching her skin more than necessary. Then, with her hand on Penny’s head, she lifted the other foot and they attended to it in turn. She then turned around and directed them to the hooks and clasps on her back where they released her dress, Penny gasping as it fluttered to the ground, leaving her only in her bra. The girls nearly hyperventilated at the sight of her bare skin. Looking back over her shoulder at them, and where their gazes turned and lingered, she smirked, enjoying their attention. “Go on! What are you waiting for?”

“Your permission” Chastity explained. “Your command,” Penny answered. As she laughed at them, they both, understanding they should not wait, tried and eventually succeeded at removing her bra. Ignoring them, she flounced into the water, up to her thighs, before spinning around, shivering from the shock of the cool water, and giving them a sultry look as she sank back into the pool.

“Don’t be shy, girls. Chastity, honey, can you bring the soap? And Penny, sweetie, the rags?” She laughed as they scrambled to collect the supplies and splash into the water with her. “Let’s bathe… Chastity first. Come here, darling.”

Pecking Penny on the cheek so she wouldn’t feel ignored, she turned to Chastity and, reaching below the water, found what she had expected. She stared into her wife’s eyes, smiling, until Chastity looked away, embarrassed. “Duck your head to get your hair wet,” she ordered, and when Chastity came back to the surface, sputtering, she was ready, her hands slippery with the Castile soap. “Turn around.” And then she began washing Chastity, sensually, hair and face, neck and shoulders, followed by her arms, humming softly as she felt Chas relaxing and melting under her ministrations.

There was a flat rock, about the size of a small bunk, in the middle of the washing pool, and she made Chastity climb onto it so she could soap her feet, her legs, her back, her breasts, her belly, and finally her clitty and bottom. She obviously enjoyed it the most when Chas did, squirming with nervousness and excitement as her hands moved over the girl’s most-sensitive parts. She lingered especially long on her clitty and breasts, enjoying watching Chas writhe and Penny shrink back nervously. Standing above Chastity’s head, she leaned over her, slowly rubbing soap into and around her nipples while making out with her, their heads facing in opposite directions, Chas moaning and arching her back. Last of all, Channah stood between Chas’s legs, pushing her fingers over Chas’s stiff, soapy flesh, locking eyes with her and drinking up every bit of Chas’s vulnerability and loss of control. She moved with a teasing, unbearable slowness, squeezing and tickling, giggling mischievously. Her delight increased in proportion to Chas’s desperation and frustration, and even Penny became lost in the drama, losing her own self-consciousness and staring with rapt fascination at the drama rising to its climax before her.

With consummate skill, Channah drew out Chastity’s passion until the girl started begging out loud, helplessly pleading for mercy, staring into and drowning in Channah’s sparkling, delighted eyes….

Literature Section “07-05 In the Bathing Pool”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 05 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1148 words—Accompanying Images: 2003-2004—Published 2025-07-06 (a.m.)—©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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07-04 The Secret Garden Mouth

2025-07-042025-07-04 admin

PREVIOUSLY: For seven days and nights, Chastity and Penance have been tormented, tested, pushed, and bewitched by Channah, her succubae, her human operatives, and others, with every tool and tactic available, leaving them feeling rootless, lost, malleable, in need of comfort, and desperate for love. Now, finally, Channah gives them what they long for. NOW:

“You girls have done so well! I know, you’ve had a hard, challenging week. But I’m so proud of the way you’ve handled it! Handled yourselves! Now comes the part I’ve been wanting, even hurting for with you, the whole time. It’s been so… cutting and hard, watching you sweeties go through the trials and indignities of the demon wedding ritual. But you’ve made it through them! And now you will experience, even more than before, the intensity and ecstasy of demon marriage. A deep, special pleasure that requires more than affection to nurture and grow.”

“I don’t have a knife with me, or I would cut your bonds right here. I want to show you my paradise without any remnant of the pain from this world, but I don’t want to make you stand here in the dark while I go and fetch one. So I’m going to take you straight to the bath and free you there. Ooh… I don’t even want to interrupt our intimacy, but I want to make it perfect for all of us…. Let me show you our special and wonderful home. I love sharing this with you so much!”

Letting go of them both, and squealing excitedly, barely able to contain herself, she paused and looked back at them, her hands already pressing on the door, her body arched delightfully, a moment burned into all three of their memories. The girls would always remember her there, their bedraggled fairie queen full of incredible potential promise, self-assured and seemingly relishing everything life had to offer no matter how amazing or daunting, glowing like a saint and bringing light and life to the cold black honeycomb, her perfection untouched by her disheveled state. And Channah would always remember the naked, vulnerable, dependent, hungry, blind hope and faith and trust reflected in their shining eyes, and the raw need and desire for her, her comfort, her favor, and her love, emanating from her two most-intimate victims and lovers.

With a shudder, reflecting her own passion for this place, and her eagerness to share it with them, she pushed open the heavy iron door and admitted them to paradise.

Light cracked through the door first as it opened. There was something clear and almost hard about it, a momentary impression immediately overcome by the excitement and hope of a perfect early spring morning.

The air was cool and invigorating, fresh with life and fragrant with the smell of flowers and forest. The sky was sweet and bright and vibrant, energy practically radiating from it. Before them were vital and verdant trees, vines, and bushes, the encouragement of life, embraced by the solidity and nurturing reassurance of the Earth beneath them and, as they found themselves stepping out of a tunnel in the bottom of a cliff, behind them. The perfect black stones of the honeycomb ended abruptly as they stepped through the doorway onto a garden path made of what their tour guide called orange adoquin stone, perfectly fitted to one another with no visible grout between them.

The path divided immediately. It ran a few yards to the right along the bottom hem of the greyish-black volcanic cliff soaring above them, until—contained by a crenellation in the cliff wall, it was forced to bend to the left and disappear behind the trees.

Channah pushed the door closed behind them, sliding two heavy drawbars from holes in the cliff wall across the top and bottom of the iron door to secure it, latching them in place and making it impossible to open with anything less than a battering ram. Then she moved her hands quickly in the air before the door causing a brief glamour to sparkle and fade, suggesting even a battering ram might have trouble getting in.

She shrugged and smiled her beautiful smile. “I don’t require much, actual security. But I do value my privacy. It is more precious to me than you can imagine. And the three of us are the only people here in my mountain paradise. Do you feel the air? How thin it is?” And she enjoyed watching them breathe, eyes unfocused as they concentrated on feeling their breath in their throats and lungs. “If you don’t now, you will when you exert yourselves. And I mean for you both to do so,” she giggled, touching both their bottoms rudely and pulling them into her sides. “A lot. If you’ve never been at altitude before, you’ll feel you’re struggling for breath until your body adjusts. That will take a couple of days. We’re in a mountain valley—more like a pocket, a cauldron lined with cliffs, high in the peaks, with only two entrances, the honeycomb and a natural cave, both warded to alert me to any potential trespassers so I can know we’re alone and no one is going to come running to me with their problems and concerns. It calms me so much,” she sighed. “It’s the only time I’m really off work, in a way.” She shook her head, contemplating how busy she had been, and for how long.

And then she turned them gently to face the left branch of the path, causing them to gasp in wonder. It was a reaction she had obviously anticipated, and equally obviously, enjoyed. This way, the path descended gently and widened for a few yards, cliffs on the left and the dense, heavy forest on the right, until it reached a clear, beautiful pool in the rocks, fed by an irregular fountain of water pouring from a crack in the cliff wall and draining… well, it was complicated. And, just beyond that, a breathtaking vista.

There were actually three fountains and three waterways, a fact they slowly absorbed as she guided them down the path towards it, explaining, her hands protectively holding theirs. “They’re natural springs. The first one is my hot bath.” And indeed, they could see steam rising from the water where it emerged from the rock in a line with the surface of the smallish pool, a bowl about the size of a royal carriage with no obvious egress for the water. The force of the water entering at its margin caused its surface to ripple and bubble constantly. “The second is the mountain stream that waters my gardens.” It appeared to be the largest flow of water by volume, cascading down a spill of rocks to a narrow pool, more like a water trench or a troth, feeding a stream that disappeared into the woods. “And the third is my washing-pool, which all three of us need desperately!

Literature Section “07-04 The Secret Garden Mouth”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 04 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1104 words—Accompanying Images: 2001-2002—Published 2025-07-04—©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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07-03 Ready for Love

2025-07-042025-07-04 admin

*1999 07-03 Let’s get this party STARTED, bitches!!!*

PREVIOUSLY: For seven days and nights, Chastity and Penance have been tormented, tested, pushed, and bewitched by Channah, her succubae, her human operatives, and others, with every tool and tactic available to the succubae on Earth and in Hell, with the twin goals of perfecting a decade of training and preparation while bringing them mentally to their current state: uprooted, lost, malleable, in need of comfort, and desperate for love. Having taken them—figuratively and literally—through hell, Channah ushers them now to her paradise. NOW:

Channah was still fully dressed, wearing her customary, splendid scarlet court gown and tall black shiny high-heeled riding boots, the same things she had worn since they left Fensmere and Earth this morning, which seemed like a lifetime ago now. Or, at least, she wore the scuffed, dirty, oily, torn, abraded remnants of the clothes she had donned at Fensmere, insofar as they remained after the orgiastic, satanic rituals at Chang’an, the skyride across the Hell of Lust, their impromptu performance at the satanikoklus, and whatever she had got up to while the girls were tethered in the honeycomb at Sademtsaowah.

Her girls were stripped, covered in so much oil and filth and dirt that they had caused the soiling of her own clothing, Kadidia’s and Esmeray’s clothing, and several square yards of the ritual site. Their bare skin was marked with scrapes, minor cuts, ligature marks, and, more heavily, with bruises, some smoldering and purple, some still fresh and angry and red, from their training and discipline over the preceding seven days and nights. To any observers, they appeared to wear only their collars, short leashes, navel rings, and the ropes binding their wrists. Not readily visible, but certainly of equal importance in their experiences, were the four items—in addition to the roots of their navel rings—buried deep inside their bodies: two plugs in their ears depriving them completely of any ability to see, hear, taste, or smell anything outside their own bodies; and the twisters and triggers that rested, churned, or swam by turns, at Channah’s command, inside their guts. But even with all that, what they and she were surely most-conscious of at this moment, was how thoroughly (with the sole exception of their primary sexual organs hanging as obsoletely as appendices from their crotches) their bodies had been transformed from the male bodies they grew up with to their new, ultrafeminine curves.

She held their leashes over her shoulders, her hands in front of her belly, using their chastity cages hooked to and tangled in the leashes like handles for better leverage, casually forcing them to rest their chins on her shoulders and to awkwardly scramble, their shoulders and chests pressed tightly against her back, behind her. She expected them to accommodate her own brisk and confident walk with theirs, and they were certainly in no doubt about that. She was, after all, their superior. She could feel the tension and stress in their bodies as they tried to keep their balance, keep their soft bare feet away from her boots with their sharp heels, and keep up with her using only their sense of touch.

She was snickering, well-pleased with herself and already teetering on the tingly edge of arousal when she led her girls through the honeycomb and up to the iron door separating it from her retreat.

Gently pushing Penny up against the door, she put her hand up tight behind the girl’s soft hair to protect her from the door behind her, knowing she was about to startle the girl. Only then, did she brush her lips across her young wife’s, refusing to let her pull back as her instincts tried to do when they felt an unexpected touch on such a vulnerable and personal part of her body. Resting her lips softly there for a moment, while her girl calmed down, Channah pushed her tongue into Penny’s mouth, feeling her relax and wondering if she could tell it was Channah once it penetrated past her lips. Perhaps she recognized something familiar about the feel or taste or smell of her, or perhaps even her kissing style. Knowing Penny, she suspected she could. Not because she obeyed the unspoken command to admit Channah’s tongue, but because she responded almost immediately, kissing back with a palpable enthusiasm, even of the closest thing to aggression Penny was capable of, making a soft moue of relief and welcome that warmed Channah’s heart despite herself.

Then she laughed, as Penny pushed herself forward and even flicked her tongue against Channah’s. Pulling on Penny’s hair as she laughed at her, she broke their kiss, softly pecking at the corners of Penny’s helpless mouth as if to tell her that was enough. Next, she turned around and relaxed back against Penny, smooshing her between the hard iron behind her and the soft swells of Channah’s buttocks and shoulders, really pushing into her so she knew she was being held in place and not forgotten, giggling and shivering with pleasure as she felt Penny’s lips and tongue begin attending to the sensitive back of her neck and shoulders.

Pulling Chastity in close to her, slowly enough she could tell it was a gesture of intimacy, she repeated the same soft initial brush pass she had used to signal her intentions to Penny. Chas neither pulled back nor immediately reciprocated, but instead hesitated a moment before kissing her back, confidently but less ardently than Penny. Raising her hands to Chastity’s ears, she removed her plugs and pocketed them, hearing Chas’s whimper of relief as she regained her senses.

“Domina!” she gasped, her voice somewhere between a whine and a moan, before pushing forward against the older woman and almost attacking her mouth. She laughed as she returned the kiss, carelessly using Penny as her cushion, hardly thinking of her as she focused her attention on Chastity, running her hands through her oily hair and over her dirty skin with gusto. Earthy and about as far from neurotic as one could be, Channah was not fazed by anything as minor as a sloppy encounter. In fact, she could even relish a bit of the funkiness and imperfection of the world because it was so visceral and real, especially when she knew the chaos and disorder was of her own causation, rather than reflecting any lack of attention or respect for her, coming from her partners.

When they finally came up for breath, she giggled, stroking Chas’s cheek softly and saying: “Penny’s turn. Here, come to me.” She wrapped her right arm around Chas’s head and pulled it in against her breast, forcing Chas to follow as she turned back towards Penny, managing to reach both of Penny’s ears, remove her plugs, and transfer the plug from her right to her left hand without ever releasing, or even loosening, Chas. Pocketing the plugs carefully, she purred with happiness as Penny crushed her lips against Channah’s.

“Oh, oh, oh, mm…” she murmured around their kisses, sensing again how much more desperate and hungry Penny’s kisses were than Chas’s confident and content ones. “It’s so nice to be missed and wanted. I love you girls.”

“We love you Domina!” they both cried, pressing on her with enough force that she backed into the wall beside the door with both girls’ weight squeezing her in a way she found delightfully affectionate. After a couple of moments, she loosened her arm and moved her hand so she was now holding both girls by their hair, allowing Chas’s face up and startling them—again without allowing either girl to even think of resisting—by pushing their chins and noses against hers, flicking her tongue across both of their mouths at the same time, their faces fitting against one another like three pieces of a pie.

Pausing, she scolded them: “Where are your tongues? Don’t be shy. You’re sisterwives now! You don’t have to enjoy kissing one another, but you absolutely, positively can never be hesitant or reserved about kissing me, just because you’re sharing me!” Then she dove back in, her aggression, and the size of her tongue, coaxing her girls into responding. Laughing again, she murmured: “We are going to have the most wonderful week together…. Do you want to see my home? Well… you’re my wives, aren’t you?” she gasped, sounding surprised, as she realized: “That makes it our home, doesn’t it?”

“Yes, Domina!” they agreed, happy and warmed by the idea.

Literature Section “07-03 Ready for Love”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 03 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1330 words—Accompanying Images: 1984-1988—Published 2025-07-04 (early a.m.)—©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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06-120 The Queen in the Hive

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*1931 06-120 Faerie Light of the Honeycomb*

PREVIOUSLY: Chastity and Penance, under Channah’s literal and metaphorical spells, have been ritually debased, used badly, ridden hard, and victim-shamed. Channah, in high spirits from a gathering more successful than any of the succubae can remember, leads the exhausted and traumatized futa naked, through the halls of Castle Chang’an with their hands bound, by a single leash attached to both of their collars. They have just reached the Honeycomb. NOW:

A perfect, sterile, silent blackness consumed the entire world behind the heavy iron door, swallowing all light, sound, and smell alike. The moment they passed into it, the girls knew, to a moral certainty, that they were in a special place. A sacred place, with the air of the forbidden, set aside from the humdrum world all around it. But since they knew they were in hell, neither girl believed this place was actually sacred. Indeed, reason suggested, if anything… the opposite.

The walls here were a deeper, more-perfect, glassy opaque black, carved with amazing precision into perfect rectangular prisms, matched so precisely no mortar could be discerned between them. Only the faintest rectangular lines, visible as an interruption in the reflective surface, marked the end of one brick and the start of the next, betraying the fact that the walls were constructed of separate bricks rather than immense, continuous slabs. The air was cooler, dryer, and odorless here, with an underlying silence that made the girls aware how much noise they accepted every day as a normal part of everyday life.

Just inside the doorway, within the larger chamber, was a cube—or, rather, the outline of one, 12 equal-length square columns eight inches across, arranged as two squares with four connecting beams joining their corners. To enter, they stepped over one bar and “through” one side of the cube. As they stepped into the cube, their skin began to tingle, as if their entire bodies were waking up after having been asleep.

“What’s happening?!” Penance asked. “My body!” Chastity echoed her.

Channah laughed softly. “Not to worry. It’s a shield.”

“For what?”

“For the honeycomb.”

“Against what?!”

“Against you, you silly girls,” Channah chuckled. “Your filth. Have you taken a look at one another?” She snorted. “Think of it like magical hosiery or clogs. It’s doing it to me, too, to prevent my dress and boots from dripping oil and water everywhere. It’s quite pleasant, actually.”

“And dark…” Penny whispered, sounding haunted, as the door slammed closed behind them. “and silent… and odorless.”

“Aww… pooor sweetie,” Channah sympathized, sounding delighted, swooping the two girls into her arms for a tight hug. “Ooh… darlings, you’re shivering! Is this… reminding you of anything?”

“Yes, Domina,” they whined together, hugging her back fiercely, shivering not with their paresthesia but with the dread of memory of the senseless comatic holes they had been triggered into before exclaiming in reaction to another surprise, and again in unison: “Domina!”

“What is it?” she feigned surprise, knowing they were staring at her, and knowing exactly why.

“You—you’re glowing!”

She snickered, fully aware what she looked like in here, and tickled that they sounded amazed rather than horrified. Dropping her hands down to between their legs, she tested them and laughed even harder. “Oh, girls… we are definitely going to have to explore this together!”

She appeared in the honeycomb in her demonic form, a wild, fey, fiercer-than-average version of her spicy red demon self. All succubae did, in here. There was something so primal about this space, this force, that it brought out the beast in demons, ancient and fierce. Raising her hands to encompass the space all around them, she explained: “The honeycomb absorbs or filters all light, all sound, all energy, all contamination of any kind, respecting only the stuff and energy of life itself. This cube is a spell that protects the honeycomb from all the filth—well, what the honeycomb considers contaminants—accompanying… travelers through it. Otherwise, the honeycomb would bar or absorb everything: dresses, boots, jewelry, underwear… even the oil and dirt on your bodies.”

Something about the way she had said ‘travelers’ troubled Penny, who asked: “And are we—Chas and I—travelers, Domina?”

Channah turned and looked at her slowly, her lips parting in genuine surprise, almost looking… embarrassed? As if Penny had been peeping on her in her dressing chamber. “What? Whatever do you mean?”

Penny frowned, now certain of it and reading in her eyes that she knew it. Suddenly gasping in fear that she was crossing a new line with Channah, but unable to bring herself not to ask: “Are we… travelers, Domina? Or filth?”

Her mouth formed a small ‘O’ even as something between scandal and titillation flashed in her eyes. Of course, it was impossible to tell with her glowing a ruddy hue, but the expression on her face was one that suggested blushing. “Oh Penny…” she whispered. “My beautiful filth.” And she leaned forward, kissing Penny softly on her lips. Pulling both girls’ ears close to her mouth, close enough they shivered with the feel of her warm breath, she whispered even more softly: “The honeycomb is natural—or supernatural, or unnatural, but certainly, not of our fashioning, and infinite. The spell is ours, and every cube and…” she giggled, rubbing her hips against them suggestively “bit of filth we protect takes effort and attention. Besides,” she hissed, her soft voice making them feel like they were part of a conspiracy, and shrugged: “Why would we want to open the honeycomb to…” she laughed throatily. “Any bit of filth that might be capable of finding the honeycomb and wandering into it? It’s why I had to bring you here the long way around, through the Satanikoklus. So I could… welcome you inside us.”

She giggled, releasing them, and twirling prettily: “Ours is the only light not extinguished in the honeycomb. And now you know: you’ll want to stay close to me in the honeycomb, won’t you? I’ll light the way for you, and protect you from the big, scary dark.” A smile played around her lips. “Filth.”

Then she took the girls under her arms, pulling their heads in tight to her own, and kissed each in turn on their ears, whispering “Princess” to Penance and “Fuckpuppet” to Chastity, making both of them blush, before leading them forward into the dark.

She was, indeed, the sole source of light in the honeycomb, a pale, faint, and eerie reddish glow coming off her and making her look ethereal or even spectral. But there was nothing dead or even undead about her; she remained all Channah, all predator, all vibrant and exciting and completely alive—seemingly more alive than anything or anyone around her. She remained the girls’ guidelight and beacon. Always.

She murmured to them, making sure they remembered the next bar, the one forming the bottom of the cube away from the door so they wouldn’t stub their bare toes on the clear glass in the dark; and then she whispered to them “Put your heels back against the bar, girls. That’s it, so you’re standing at the very edge of the cube behind you. Now, the distance will always be the same. So when we start forward, try to take steps that are the normal size for you, whatever that is, and count them off. I’ll do the same, but for my pace. Ready, let’s go.” And she counted her own steps forward, setting the example: “One. Two. Three. Four. Five—” she hesitated, stopping them both for a moment. “It’s about to appear around us… don’t be surprised… Six!”

Literature Section “06-120 The Queen in the Hive”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 120 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1200 words—Accompanying Images: 1931, 1947-1948—Published 2025-06-19—©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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06-119 The Long March of Shame (abridged version)

2025-06-182025-06-18 admin

*1923 06-119 FINALLY, I’ve found London’s vilest asshole!*

06-119 The Long March of Shame (abridged version)

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PREVIOUSLY: Chastity and Penance have been ridden hard. Exhausted, even shell-shocked, they are being led away like dogs on a leash by Channah from the venereal rites in which they were made to take part. Penny’s plea to be allowed to wear clothing is being rejected by Channah in the harshest-possible terms. NOW:

Channah threw her head back and laughed out loud, as Penny wilted.

“Darling, you’re covered with dirt and oil and—oh, yes, your own water, and that of not one, but two different succubae. Your dress was practically ripped off your body and is filthy and torn. NO. ONE. Is going to see you and think anything other than the truth, girl: You are a fallen woman, now, fallen almost as far as I have.” She sniggered, approaching Penny and kissing her, softly, on her quivering lips, playing with her, before whispering: “My fallen angels. I hope you NEVER manage to accept that. It is so. Hot,” she bit Penny’s lip, enjoying the girl’s involuntary shudder. “That my little medlar still feels like a cherry. Never fucking lose that…” and she laughed. “Princess! Pleaser, Puddin’, Princess! You’re the clothes-horse of nicknames. I adore you!” Then she stepped past Penny, leaving her with the beginnings of a renewed excitement the girl was still unable to wrap her reason around. As Channah snaked her arm around Chastity’s neck, the motion and the shortness of the chain she had on her girls forced Penny to press her naked flesh up tightly against the back of Channah’s sodden, disreputable, but fully-intact dress, even as she pulled Chastity in tightly for a kiss. Channah murmured back to Penny: “Kiss the back of my neck softly, bitch, and say ‘thank you for turning me out.’”

Then she kissed Chastity, a long, slow, intimate kiss, pretending to ignore Penny but unable to prevent herself shuddering from the soft feeling of Penny’s lips whining and whispering her pitiful, obedient gratitude into the back of her Queen’s neck.

“Are you ready for me to show you what your new body can do, Chas honey?” she murmured, her lips continuing to move over Chastity’s

“Oh, g—yes, Domina!”

She laughed throatily, murmuring around their kiss: “Try ‘Lillith and Cain’. Go on!”

“Lillith and Cain, yes, Domina!” Chastity moaned softly.

“Mm! Enough for now!” she pronounced bitchily, swatting Chastity’s bottom, well aware that she had both of her girls’ full attention, licking her lips and leading them on a march towards the stairs. “I want you girls all—to—myself. Finally!”

“But don’t we need to pack—bring things for the week—” Penny made a desperate last plea, as she stumbled after Channah.

“Silence! Or I’ll gag you hard, muffin. More Pleaser, less Princess. I have the only baggage you’re going to need all week,” she laughed, extending her hand, with their chastity cages dangling from her fingers, above her head, drawing laughter from those closest to the procession.

And with that, the girls were led—collared, cuffed, leashed, filthy, oily, barefoot, and nude, unable to cover themselves with their hands bound behind their backs—down the stairs, back into Castle Chang’an. They managed to retrace their steps down under the killing ground, back into the castle proper, and then back up to its ground floor, without seeing anyone.

But as soon as they were back in the main halls of the castle, their isolation came to an end. The halls seemed positively crowded compared to when they had arrived, and the passersby seemed supercharged with an air of urgency and anxiety they had definitely not had before. The nervous energy all around them was practically infectious, despite the girls’ already-heightened emotional state, and they glanced at one another nervously, perhaps worrying in the backs of their minds that the events they had witnessed—that they had participated in—might have been related to a larger disturbance in hell itself.

Everyone they passed was moving rapidly and purposefully, in marked contrast to the fatalistic air that had seemed to be the normal atmosphere of the castle. And the passersby reacted with interest, even double-takes to the sight of them. It was not the complete shock or outrage one would have expected almost anywhere on Earth, but it was enough of a reaction to indicate it was at least uncommon, even here in hell, to see beautiful, bedraggled nude futa being led by their leash at the hands of the dirty Queen of Hell.

Channah, herself reacting to the sense of tension with heightened nerves at first, spoke with several passersby in the local language of Chinese, taking the louder- and faster-than-average reports in such stride that she immediately relaxed.

“Is everything all right, Domina?” Penny asked, shocked when she came to an immediate halt and she ran into her Queen. “I’m sorry, Domina,” she curtsied.

Channah turned slowly and gave Penny a narrow, withering look, then looked down at her feet meaningfully. Taking the hint, Penny backed away from her nervously, until her leash was nearly straight instead of folded double and hanging vertically. Delivering one more chiding frown, she warned: “I know what you’re doing. Trying to hide behind your mommy?” She snickered at Penny’s confirming bloom of ruddy pink on her cheeks. Busted. “I’ll give you a choice. You can show off and be seen, or you can hide and…” she caught the eyes of two shoulders roaming appreciatively over Penny’s perfectly-feminine backside, and she crooked her finger at them. It was hard to tell whether they looked more nervous as they hustled straight to her and knelt, or Penny did as she tensed up and looked over her shoulder toward them.

With a harsh laugh, Channah pointed at Penny and spoke to them in Chinese. When they responded hesitantly, she reiterated her point more stridently and they practically fell over themselves to press up against Penny and run their hands over her curves, zeroing in almost immediately on her breasts as Penny squeaked and froze. “Mistress—Domina–!”

“Yes, I am,” she snorted. “As I was saying, if you don’t want to glorify me with your shame, you can hide, and I’ll make you a plaything for my guards instead.”

“I’m sorry, Domina! I’ll keep my distance, Domina, I promise! I apologize Domina, I—ow!” she cried, as one of the soldiers began twisting her nipples, hard and the other started nuzzling Penny’s shoulder.

With a laugh, Channah waved the soldiers off and they disappeared with even more haste than they had originally approached, as Channah set off again on her parade of shame through the castle. “I told them you girls were the stars of today’s performance. Of course, they wanted to touch you. For luck!”

“For luck?!” The girls glanced at one another in confusion.

“It’s why the castle is in such a state. All down to you and Esmeray… and, of course, Kadidia and me, but not one of them would dare to even think of touching me without being ordered to do so. Thralls!” she rolled her eyes. “The way the five of us whipped up the devils with your entertaining little antics? It’s why I’m going to let you come back here any weekend I can. You’re going to be celebrities here! And the longer you can remain my tormented, conflicted Princess, darling—” she patted Penny’s cheek patronizingly— “the better. Your emotional angst is catnip to the damned. Catnip!”

“Yes, Domina!” both girls chorused, looking at one another nervously but too intimidated by her manner and quick punishment of Penny to ask any of the questions that they—well, mainly Penny—fairly burst to ask.

Channah, heedless of their feelings, resumed her promenade, seeming to take her time, moving at a relaxed, regal pace through the halls and courtyards and stairways of the disconcerted castle, chatting in an almost-flirtatious way with some of the groups they passed, until they reached a heavy, iron door flanked by four guards—not idle, not running anywhere, but simply alert, calm, and guarding the door with determination.

The second they set eyes on their Queen, the four of them bowed deeply, one of them managing to pull open the door and still hold onto his weapon even as he did so.

Literature Section “06-119[X] The Long March of Shame”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 119 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1326 words::Explicit 1333 words—Accompanying Images: 1923-1924, 1930—Published 2025-06-18—©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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06-118 Ridden Hard and Put Away Wet

2025-06-172025-06-17 admin

PREVIOUSLY: Kadidia has just finished with Penance and Chastity, and is now resting comfortably on top of the two smaller, squished girls, enjoying the intimacy of the afterglow. NOW:

When Kadidia felt Esmeray pulling back and standing up, unwilling to remain a part of the girlpile any longer, Kadidia groaned and rolled over onto her back, chuckling as the girls panted and moued with relief. “Take them—to their Domina, Qahramanah!” she commanded, closing her eyes and lying face-up, soaking up the sensations rippling across the heteraslakos and, in fact, through her own body as well. “Then come back and I can help you plan your lessons for next week.”

“Thank you, Your Grace,” Esmeray answered, meaning it, before her voice turned hesitant. “But I’m not sure Penance can move unless I separate her wrists from her ankles, Your Grace,” she observed doubtfully, as she helped Chastity struggle from Penance’s back and scramble up to a standing position.

“That’s fine,” the larger woman waved one hand vaguely, otherwise looking for all the world like a woman enjoying the warm rays of the Sun. “These two girls are broken. They won’t be a problem. Ever again,” she added, laughing despite herself. “But go ahead and chain her hands behind her back like Chastity. Just so you develop good jawari-handling habits.”

“Yes, Your Grace,” Esmeray promised, nodding, as she turned her attention to Penny, kneeling on her back as she had been taught, before unfastening Penny’s wrists from her ankles and then securing her wrists to one another as the girl sighed, her legs finally able to straighten from the froglike position they had been trapped in. Only after her wrists had been secured, did Esmeray stand and help Penny to her feet, then took the two girls by their arms, and searched the heteraslakos for their Domina.

She spotted Channah, looking as oily and sweaty and bedraggled as Esmeray felt, sitting tiredly on one of the benches near the middle of the tower, her arm supportively resting on Fang’s shoulder. Even from here, she could see Fang was exhausted and pale. Guiding the girls forward, she saw Channah notice them and nod before returning her attention back to Fang. As they drew close, they heard Channah assuring Fang gently: “—as much time as you need. We’ll make a stop at Sademtsaowah to lead my thralls there for the next ritual. Focus on replenishing your herd and I will check on you next weekend.”

Fang, looking haggard, pursed her lips and nodded. “Thank you, Your Majesty.”

Channah stood, plucking up the girls’ cages from the surface of the bench, each cage dangling from a one of her long, elegant, manicured fingers, kissed Fang on the forehead, and summoned Hong and her girls. “Take your Domina to her chambers. When you have her settled, you may resume your ritual. I realize your ritual today was quite disrupted., but…”

“Oh, yes,” Hong nodded, anticipating Channah’s point. “Absolutely, Your Majesty. Well worth it. We look forward to cooperating with your qahramanah and jawari next week.”

Hong and her girls curtsied, very low and very solemnly, before turning towards Fang and offering to help her, but knowing her too well to try and force their help on her. Fang, meanwhile, set her jaw, and with a warning look to her vassals, stood by herself and marched determinedly for the stairs back to her quarters. If Esmeray were asked to bet, she would have bet any sum she could raise that Fang made it to her quarters all by herself, and that no one who had not been on the platform would be given any reason to think she was anything more than tired or sore.

Channah turned towards Esmeray and her charges, smirking with satisfaction to see her two girls’ hunched, tentative postures and bowed heads. “Ohhh…” she made a delighted pout face. “Such sweet, submissive, humbled girls,” she cooed, folding them into her arms for a slimy hug and meeting Esmeray’s eyes triumphantly as the girls both pushed tightly against her, burying their heads in her shoulders and clearly revealing how much they craved her affection and approval. “Aww…. My little sweeties. Was Kadidia big and mean to you? I can see you’re both a little tuckered out and traumatized after your long performance, but it was worth it, honey pots. You both look soooo sexy, you’re going to have boys and girls chasing after you, when you get back.” She kissed each girl on the top of her head, then continued: “We have one quick stop at the Court of Lust itself—my castle, Sademtsaowah—so the damned will know to wait for us—well, me–there. Then I’m going to take you straight to our own private paradise, where we’ll cut you loose, wash you up, and put you to bed for a nice, long sleep on mummy’s comfortable bed. How does that sound?”

“Wonderful, Domina!” Both girls exclaimed so eagerly Channah snickered again.

“I just love grateful girls,” she beamed. “I’m going to take such gooooood care of you girls. Here, let me just…” she used one carabiner to fasten the end of a chain to Chastity’s collar, then measured off about three feet worth of chain before using a second carabiner to attach the chain to Penance’s collar, kissed each girl sweetly on the lips, and turned to Esmeray, holding the girls’ leash casually over her shoulder.

Leaning forward, she embraced Esmeray, both of them laughing at their oily, messy clothes. Ignoring the girls and looking her qahramanah in the eye, she said: “I’ll drop the girls off with you next Friday at Sademtsaowah. Their duties on Earth have to take priority, but unless they have commitments there, they will be yours from Friday until Sunday for training and ritual. Hong and her girls will remain your training partners no matter what castle you work from; and at least for the next few weeks, Kadidia will supervise your—and their” (she gestured back over her shoulder at the girls) “training.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.”

Pausing deliberately to get Esmeray’s full attention, she frowned and asked: “Did today help you to identify what you need to focus on this week, to be as ready as possible for next week’s training?”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” Esmeray nodded earnestly, meaning it and knowing it was important, but also betraying something uncertain and tentative within her.

Nodding with decision, Channah followed up, penetrating to the heart of Esmeray’s unspoken lack of confidence: “And were you also able to understand what you might be able to bring to the ritual with your own girls? What you might be able to offer Hong?”

Esmeray looked like a deer startled by a hunter, as Channah hugged her again, reassuringly, frowning expectantly.

Esmeray opened her mouth, paused as a thoughtful expression crossed her face, and then nodded at Channah in surprise. “Why—yes, Your Majesty.”

“Good. Stay here and watch Hong’s performance. You’ll get the girls back the afternoon before the Sabbat, which gives you and Hong time to coordinate your rituals. Bring too many ideas and trust Hong’s judgment in which are worth pursuing.” And with that, she looked back over her shoulders at her girls and asked teasingly: “Are you sweet girls ready?”

Penny turned red. Again. “No—I mean, I’m sorry, Domina, but don’t you want us to get dressed?”

Channah laughed, spinning on her heel and looking back at the girl like she was sizing her up for pork chops. “Do you know me at all? Try that again.”

Penny struggled for words and finally squeaked, bending forward and crossing her legs as if it might help her be more modest: “Shouldn’t we… put our dresses on, Domina?”

“Why?” she teased, enjoying Penny’s discomfort. Esmeray watched the interaction with a strange intensity.

“Well—we—we want to be a credit to you, Domina! Demure young ladies—”

Channah threw her head back and laughed out loud, as Penny wilted.

Literature Section “06-118 Ridden Hard and Put Away Wet“—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 118 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1304 words—Accompanying Images: 1920-1922—Published 2025-06-17—©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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06-116 Poppet-Popping (abridged version)

2025-06-15 admin

*1913 06-116 Sissymaker Kadidia shows off her new toys*

*1915 06-116 Master makes her girls feel giddy and embarrassed*

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PREVIOUSLY: Penny is kneeling before Esmeray with her head in her lap while Kadidia presses up against her. Chastity is lying on her back, hip-to-hip with Penny, looking up at Kadidia. NOW:

“No, no!” Penny, not seeming to know she was moaning passionately, tried to shake her sweat-soaked oily head with Kadidia’s enormous hand around her, still kissing and making out with Kadidia, the counterpoint between their sweet, gentle, loving kisses and Kadidia’s invasion of Penny so intense Kadidia felt herself gathering to finish already.

“That’s not what your body is saying, lovergirl,” Kadidia murmured, using her hand—well, a couple of fingers—on Penny to show her, force her to recognize for herself, how completely and undeniably she seemed to be the opposite of hating it.

But of course, being Penny, she still denied it: “That’s not—It can’t—What’s WRONG with me?!?!” Penny’s grunt turned into a hot-blooded shriek as Kadidia went all the way, nipping the girl’s lip and then shoving her tongue down the girl’s throat.

She throttled the girl momentarily with her tongue as she double-filled her, knowing how much the girl had to feel like her entire body had been stuffed, and loving how she was wiggling and shivering, overcome by the intense sensations.

“AWENOAGH!!” Penny managed to squawk again, like an untuned violin played by a cat, breaking down into tears of surrender as her body emphatically yielded, as Kadidia wrapped her arms around the girl and hugged her as tightly as she could, her own roar a deeper sound like the contralto leading Penny’s falsetto.

Kadidia let her weight collapse onto Penny’s back and Chastity’s pelvis for what felt like a long time, but a time that couldn’t possibly be long enough. Until finally, feeling she was ready, she whispered in Penny’s ear: “Thank you, baby. What do you say to your bunny-tamer for showing you what you are again?”

“Thank you, Goddess?” Her whining, strained voice such a mix of torment and confusion Kadidia wanted to remember it just that way.

With a quick kiss to Penny’s ear, she eased out and back, calling to Chas: “She’s ready for you. Now let’s make sure you’re ready. And show some respect, boy!” she concluded, like an afterthought, settling back and enjoying her attentions, trying so hard, as she touched Chastity’s still-masculine(ish) body, the same expert petting that had so stirred her sisterwife, making sure she was ready.

Surprising all three of them by standing up, she took the bottle of olive oil, rolled Chastity up, pulling her feet over her shoulders, and covered her, then threw the bottle aside and began massaging her with increasing intensity. Esmeray stared up in a combination of amazement, fascination, and horror. Chas started looking nervous—this was not what she had expected!—and getting twitchy. Penny just remained where Kadidia had left her, face-down, ignored, left to contemplate her own shameful performance and whatever it implied for any remaining aspirations of maleness she might have had, wrists and ankles still secured to one another, waiting for whatever might come.

“Now that’s a bottom bitch if I’ve ever taken one,” Kadidia opined scornfully, casually resting one boot on Penny’s battered haunches. “If it was up to me, boy,” she continued, carefully checking and adjusting the leather harness over her dress, making it clear she was addressing Chastity, “You girls are so easy and weak, I’d skip the harness. I don’t need it. But unfortunately, you and I are both going to have to pay the price for showing off. I once—once, so long ago—got a little rowdy at a party and just had to make sure everybody knew what a badass I was. Some Greek hoplite, a King or an Archon or something, yelling about how there were no real men in Asia or Africa—something I actually agree with,” she guffawed, taking her foot off Penny and squaring off over Chas. “But like a Greek, he asserted they weren’t men because they wore pants—” she burst out laughing, unable to help herself— “and real men didn’t wear pants. Greeks! Greek men! Standing there in his chiton…!” She shook her head in amusement, as she lined up her body with Chastity’s… and brought her hammer down, enjoying but pretending to ignore Chastity’s turn to start squealing and thrashing around. “The world’s self-appointed judges of manhood, and they wear dresses. It was too funny! And then he added, ‘not like in Europe,’ as he mounted his partner! I mean—really!—how could I—possibly have—held myself back?!” She could hardly breathe at the revelation, although it hardly seemed to phase her. “I had to put him in his place! Obviously! And now, once every couple of centuries, one of my sisters remembers and begs me to reenact the scene to show up—or occasionally, like today, simply put down—some male.”

“Please stop!” Chastity shouted from below her.

“They said you’re experienced! I do enjoy a tight sleeve once in awhile.”

“I am—I mean, maybe I could—but—but you’re—you’re so big!—”

She chuckled. “Why thank you, pumpkin, but I already knew that. Don’t mind me, baby girl, I’m just—” with a push— “fucking with you.” Chastity wailed, as Kadidia bounced on her. “I—call it—poppet-popping! Yeah, you’re… soo nice.”

“Now I admit… this is an important day. An… well,” she shook her head, “An amazing day. The things that have happened here…. I know it’s actually a good use of this trick. Not just a party gag, but something that might—actually—serve the power of the Succubae and the Court of Lust! How could I possibly refuse? And so you… are going to be the first.”

“The—the first?!” Chas asked, panicked, not having expected any of this a few minutes ago; and not really understanding what Kadidia had in mind.

“The first I’m going to saddle like this.”

“’S—s—saddle?!” She asked, not liking the sound of that. “Please, no!”

“It’s going to be awesome. You should thank me for choosing you to be the first!” She was well-aware her victim was starting to panic, and relished it. “Are you still excited?” she demanded.

“I don’t—I don’t—oh! I am! Yes!”

“I thought so. Now… what’s going to happen is…”

Bending over, her body mimicking the shape of his, she nearly put her head to his back, then snaked her arms around the boy-to-be-a-girl, holding her tightly and…

Straightening to a standing position, lifting up Chastity in a single, still-graceful motion, drawing genuinely-impressed applause from the watching succubae.

Putting one arm across Chastity’s chest to hold her, she used the other to reach between them, attaching the front of her harness to the corresponding nodes on the back of Chastity’s vest, snap to snap and strap to buckle, until her hands were no longer needed, and Chastity dangled like a joey in a pouch or a forward-facing child in a papoose.

Literature Section “06-116[X] Poppet-Popping”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 116 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1135 words::Explicit 1356 words—Accompanying Images: 1913-1916—Published 2025-05-15—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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06-115 Kadidia’s Obedient F***-Puppets (abridged version)

2025-06-142025-06-13 admin

*1906 06-115 Road Runner Kadidia–coming in hot*

*1908 06-115 Road-Runner Kadidia–BEEP! BEEP!*

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PREVIOUSLY: Penny is kneeling before Esmeray with her head in her lap. Chastity is lying on her back, hip-to-hip with Penny, looking up at Kadidia. NOW:

Shifting to her knees, Kadidia hiked up her dress to her hips and sank down right above Chastity’, giving her a front-row seat to Kadidia’s transformation, one that put even other succubae to shame. Playing with Chastity, she asked curiously: “Does it hurt, lying on your back with your hands tied behind your back?”

“Yes Goddess!” Chastity answered, the pitch of her voice confirming her discomfort.

“Good. It doesn’t seem to be interfering with your enjoyment, though?”

“No, it doesn’t, Goddess.”

“Kiss me,” she barked, and then moaned with pleasure as Chastity did so. “That’s a good girl. SOO much more cooperative than your little face-down girlfriend there, who always has to pretend to put up a fight before she caves in. Well, so both you girls know, I’m impatient. So we’re not going to be wasting any time asking her to do anything. We’re just going to enjoy her. Here, give me that,” she reached for the olive oil bottle and poured it on herself. “I’m going to test Penny for you, to make sure she’s ready,” she announced improbably, generating an anxious, useless squealing and wiggling by Penny that made her laugh. With both hands, she swatted Penny’s cheeks, causing her to jolt and make an intense, if muffled, sound into Esmeray’s crotch. “Always so difficult!” she mock-complained. And snickering: “That’s why I want to check her out for you. Best let me protect you by going first.”

And with that, she rose up on her knees and began moving forward, using her hands to position Penance just where she wanted her, and at the same time, to feed her even more magically than she had already had, a low level, too little for her to detect, knowing she would still be primed. Kadidia’s touch caused Penny to jerk like a bunny trying to jump when she made contact, then try to scramble by instinct as she felt Kadidia press against and push through her opening. As she felt the full girth prizing her, she fluttered and wiggled, making muffled noises between Esmeray’s legs. Kadidia kept magically charging her, staying under her radar, and then activating her twister to go to work on her.

“You—stop!” Esmeray yelped, using her free hand to pull up on Penny’s hair, revealing her huffing, strained red face:

“Please no Master. Please no Goddess! You’re too big you must be! Please I beg you…”. Esmeray and Kadidia shared an evil look of pleasure over Penny’s wrenching, twisting back. Esmeray’s was mixed with a kind of physical revulsion that Kadidia could see she was resisting, the combination of expressions on her face something like a morbid fascination, a person’s inability to look away from an unfolding calamity despite the distress it was causing them.

Kadidia leaned down and whispered in Penny’s ear: “Resisting is the worst thing you can do, peaches. Physically, I mean. You need to do exactly the opposite and relax… that will make it sensual. When you fight, your muscles make you tighter and…” Kadidia laughed “your weakness makes me … well.”

“Oh! Ican’tIcan’tI’msorryI’msorryIcan’tIjustcan’tIcan’tomigodIcan’thelpitIcan’tIcan’t—” Penny squealed, a high-pitched sound of vulnerability, and it broke the spell on Esmeray. She shoved Penny’s head back down, and looked more relaxed to be feeling her than listening to her.

“You know her twister will protect her, don’t you?” Kadidia explained to Esmeray. “It’s part of the training.” Kadidia hissed. Esmeray swallowed and nodded, showing her comprehension, but Kadidia could see she was struggling, and against internal forces she might not be able to master. “If you have to break contact, it’s fine. For intense activities like… this?” she glanced down at the still-thrashing Penny “You normally want at least two succubae or qahramanat for each jariya..” She shrugged. “But I think it’s safe to say these sweet hot girls aren’t going to give me any problems.” She laughed. “I’m not worried.” And she put her own hand on the back of Penny’s head, pushing down so hard Esmeray froze in fear as her body remembered—things—But Penny, after getting more agitated for a second, fell limp, becoming completely passive to Kadidia.

Laughing with satisfaction, Kadidia pulled up on her hair again and they found she was still passionate, but just passive. “That’s a girl,” Kadidia complemented her. “Let her chains loosen a bit?” And when Esmeray did, she pulled the girl up, using one hand to pinch and roll her nipple while the other hand turned her red, emotional face, and kissed her, softly, even as she continued to wreck her, inch by inch. “Kiss me back sweetie” she commanded calmly, smiling when Penny did. “That’s my girl. That’s my good girl. I’m almost there sweet thing. Tell me I’m your goddess and master and how badly you want me. Do it!”

“You are my goddess! You are my master!” the girl admitted, so deliriously Kadidia couldn’t even tell if she knew what she was saying. “Ruin me, Master! PLEASE!”

“I think you like it,” Kadidia whispered. “What kind of whore moans that way for this kind of treatment?”

Literature Section “06-115[X] Kadidia’s Obedient F***-Puppets”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 115 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 848 words::Explicit 1117 words—Accompanying Images: 1906-1909—Published 2025-06-13—©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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06-112 True, Desperate Confessions (abridged version)

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*1893 06-112 PLEASE make me a girl, Goddess Kadidia! the awestruck boy begged*

1895 06-112 They ALL want to play with me?! *giggle*

Explicit version containing sodomy, analpenetration, chastity, prostatestimulation, masturbation, consensualnonconsent, overpowering, and puberty themes at 06-112X True, Desperate Confessions at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY: Channah leads Penny in an intense and passionate dance while Kadidia is holding Chastity from behind working her over. NOW:

“I asked you a question, Pleaser! How about Chas?” she grinned evilly, her eyes boring into Penny’s, as inescapable as sunlight in a desert

“Domina?”

“Don’t play dumb, Penny. You make a very! Bad! Bimbo!” She emphasized with three outsized thrusts. “The worst part about this position is I can’t correct you the way I want to!” She complained, but then swatted where she could reach, a tight mean grin on her face as Penny tried to dodge her. “Now, do you want to finish your business or do you want me to leave you hanging out there while Chas and I go spend our first day of honeymoon by ourselves?”

“Please don’t stop, Domina!”

“Try again.”

“I want to finish my business, Domina! Please, please let me—make me—Domina!” Penny whined.

“Then you better be honest!” The cruel smile widening, her eyes drilled into Penny’s as she demanded: “Do. You. Think. Chastity. Will. Have. To. Be. Trained. To. Like. Boys?”

“No, Domina,” Penny sobbed, admitting what she knew. “Chastity likes boys and girls.”

“How much?”

“Chastity—likes boys a lot.”

“Any in particular?” She smirked, driving the nail home.

“Please, no,” Chastity begged, and Penny, wrestling with it, conflicted between loyalty to Chas, and simultaneous fear and the desire to please Channah, gaped like a fish without any sound coming from her mouth, her eyes trapped by the gravity of Channah’s even as she pulled her head back and turned it down as if she were trying to look away.

Channah began punishing Penny again, eliciting a useless whine from Penny.

Channah shrugged, her lips wrenching back in a savage smile-that-was-no-smile that particularly terrified Penny. Deciding if she was going to quail like a baby bitch, she should act like one, Channah compressed her again, making Penny leak. But it was enough, enough to embarrass Penny, demonstrate Channah’s power, and illustrate her point: “You’re not as brave as you like to pretend, Penny darling. I hope you’re comfortable at least. Do you think Chas will even feel guilty while the two of us are hugging and kissing and cuddling one another in my safe warm bed, and you’re still hanging out here like a rotting netful of old medlars?” she asked, beginning to pull out of Penny. “Will she even think of—”

“TELL HER PENNY!” Chastity screamed. “I’M SORRY FOR BEING WEAK! PLEASE TELL HER! I LO—”

Kadidia clamped her huge hand over Chastity’s mouth and most of her face, silencing her utterly, as the two succubae laughed.

“One last Chance, girlie,” Channah offered. “Any particular girls Chastity’s got the hots for? Maybe, had a crush on since… oh I don’t know… you first met?”

After sputtering for half a second, Penny broke down in the face of overwhelming force and an even greater obviousness that everyone already knew what she was going to say anyway, whether they were eager to hear it or loath to say it, sobbing: “Yes, Domina.”

“Oh, my, this is sooooo juicy! Tell us, Penny—do you know who Chas’s secret crush is?”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny croaked.

“Well? Who is it?”

“It’s me, Domina. It’s me,” Penny wept.

“Does she LOOOVEEE you, Penny?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“Then come on and say it! You know better than that!” And she encouraged her again.

“Yes, Domina! Chastity has a crush on me—Loves me!” Penny clarified. He sobbed: “Chastity loves me.”

“You know that? For certain?” Channah asked coyly, returning to using her hand for showing Penny how much she loved her.

“Yes Domina,” she admitted, scarlet for herself and hurting for Chastity’s humiliation, but also desperately, pathetically grateful in her need to please Channah, feeling both worse and better at the same time by her confusing mix of feelings.

“You’ve known that for a loooong time, ever since you two were still boys together, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Domina. I’ve known. I knew it before I even realized what it meant.”

“All those times before your priest gave that speech that sounded like it was God talking through the priest directly to you boys and Penny almost died inside… just like she’s feeling now…”. Channah hammered another nail, more like a spike, right through both girls, relishing how Penny’s eyes filled with horror and confusion over how she knew these things. The same expression that was on Chas’s face when Kadidia dropped her hand and set it back to what it had been doing, tightening her other hand around Chastity’s wrists just to remind her how helpless and easily-handled she was.

Channah wrapped her sweaty left arm around Chas’s neck at the same time and gave her a wet, messy, sloppy deep tongue kiss, then used her arm to pull the humiliated girl closer to Penny, stretching her between Channah’s arm hooked around her neck and Kadidia’s unyielding hand yanking back on her wrists, as Channah pulled her physically into the dance even more intimately, and whispered to both of them:

“I know fucking EVERYTHING there is to know about you boys.” She snorted, as if it were obvious. “About all boys. When are you going to get it? We were made to get inside you… so to speak!” she snickered, physically emphasizing the point. “Body and soul! We’re dream-walkers and mind-readers from hell, my innocent little girls! I am the Queen of Lust! I personally harvest a dozen souls every day before I even wake up! Whatever you hope most desperately I don’t know yet—oh! There, I know it! That was easy! You two are pathetic!” she and all the Succubae were howling with laughter by this point. “Sugar bears, you’re darling little sweeties and I adore you both more than I can say, but nature has made us unequal. You were made to serve me in all ways, and I was made to top you and all the other little boys in the world!”

Literature Section “06-112[X] True, Desperate Confessions”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 112 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 983 words::Explicit 1104 words—Accompanying Images: 1893-1897—Published 2025-06-11—©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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