Tag: kissing

1888 06-111 Bespelling her best girl
1889 06-111 Penny besotted by Channah
1890 06-111 Desperately holding on to mother
1891 06-111 Penny at Channah’s feet 4ever
1892 06-111 Chas’s Manipura Chain  (as it appears prior to implantation)

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

“I want to be a girl too,” Chastity whined, not planning it, just blurting it out, overcome by the sight of Penny.  “Can—can you make me a girl, Your Grace?”  Kadidia just laughed, while Channah answered:

“You’ve always wanted to be a girl, haven’t you, Chastity?”

She hesitated half a second, she didn’t even know why, then burst out:  “Yes!  Yes, Domina!”

“Your whole life?”

“My whole life,” she nodded, making a little noise in response to the sensations Kadidia’s hand was producing, and without her realizing it, the seductive magic Kadidia was pouring into her.  “As long as I can remember.”

“Look down at your belly—ungh!—Chas.”

She did, and gasped, seeing and then double-checking by touching the gold-and-emerald medlar fruit in her navel.

“I’ll save the long version for later.” 

“Oh—yes, Domina,” Chastity agreed, a whiny, plaintive noise like a bitch because she was disoriented, starting to get turned on, and never very good at resisting succubae or their operatives, even on the few occasions she’d wanted to.  “Yes…”

“That is your ticket to becoming who you want to be.  If you really want to be a girl, it will make you a girl.”

“I do, Domina, I do!”

“I believe you, dear.  But what kind of girl do you want to be?”

“What—what kind?” She asked in confusion, Kadidia’s big, strong, yet gentle hand beginning to get a response similar to the one Channah was receiving from Penny.

“The kind keeping their little boy part?  Or the kind with all the girl-parts and none of the parts you were born with?”

“Oh!  I want my clitty, Domina!  I love my clitty!”  The coven roared with laughter, and Chas pinkened, suddenly realizing how much of an audience they had on the platform, let alone… whatever that was below them.  In a more muted tone she pleaded:  “They are girl-parts!  They’re my girl-parts!”

“And when you play, do you always like to play the girl’s role?  Or do you like—”

“I like—I love!—all the parts, Domina!” Still embarrassed, but not surprised, that her confession was greeted with amusement all around.

“Penny,” Channah spoke to her rider.  “You’re not like Chastity, are you sweetie?”

“She’s a girl!”  Chas whined excitedly.

Channah laughed, shaking her head in mock-exasperation.  “That’s not what I meant, Chas honey.  And I didn’t ask you.”

“Oh,” she said, chastened.

“Penny only gets to play the girl-parts.  I’m not giving her a choice.  You know that, right muffin?  You’re never, ever, ever going to get to play the boy in bed?”

And she laughed, a low growl of pleasure deep in her throat, when Penny sobbed and confessed:  ‘I know, Domina!” letting her head fall and for a second.

“I’d ask Penny if she wants to play the boy part or not, but…” she turned to Chas and pecked her on the cheek, surprising her with the display of affection.  Stage-whispering:  “That might be kind of cruel, to ask a girl doomed to never actually get to try, hunh?  What do you think?”

And she cackled with delight, like the other succubae, at Penny’s unplanned, pitiful moue of recognition and acknowledgment of the cruel truth. 

“Oh, don’t whine.  You should be thanking me for making the decision for you.  I think we both know—or at least, you already suspect and fear what I already know, that you couldn’t take a man’s role with either a girl or a boy!”  She laughed harshly.  “Could you, pumpkin?  Hell, you can barely handle yourself, can you honey?  Admit it, baby.  It’s okay, sweetie.  I know you’re a wimp and I still love you.  Admit it!”

“I know!  I know you’re right, Domina!”  Penny cried out in anguish, delighting their audience.

“Why, of course!  It’s perfectly obvious,” Channah scoffed.  “You haven’t got the man, or even the little boy, in you for that.”  She patted Penny gently as she wept and grunted, playing teasingly with her best little approximation of manhood.  “Pudding and jelly don’t work the same way proper boy-parts do, do they, Puddin’?”

“No, Domina.”

“This is the only penetration you’re ever going to enjoy, isn’t it?”  And she emphasized the point with several particularly-hard bumps as she moved her hand faster over Penny’s wannabe-boy parts, enjoying watch her whine, cry, and nod, hardly able to help herself.  “I let Penny be this way, even though—well, okay, maybe because?” she snorted, sticking out her tongue, daring Penny to protest, “she’s never going to get to use it for the purpose a man’s body was intended for, or feel the way a man should feel, if he’s really a man.” 

“Because you’re an evil bitch,” Kadidia chuckled, and Channah threw her head back and laughed.

“Guilty as sin, darling,” she cackled.  “But that’s not really the reason.  Not the main one, anyway.  It was mainly because boy parts are so much more useful for teasing and controlling than girl parts.  Imagine, a girl like Penny, through and through.  Based on a great deal of experience, my intuition tells me Penny wouldn’t know what to do—or, more exactly, not even want to do what a man would want to do, even if I let her.  No matter what she’s heard and been taught about it.  Would she?”

Kadidia nodded begrudgingly, laughing.  “We can all sense it, Majesty,” she agreed.  “We know a girl when we see one.  Regardless of her outer form.”

“So she doesn’t have any real use for those parts, except to control her.  And by deciding for her, I’m really doing her a favor by shielding her from having to face that embarrassing truth!”

“Thank your Master, pussy!”  Kadidia barked, with a big grin.

“Thank—you—Domina!”  Penny grunted and groaned.

“But you, Chas…”  Channah turned back towards the blonde girl.  “I’m guessing you like to play the boy sometimes, even when you’re a girl.  Am I right?”

“Oh, yes, Domina!”

“And there’s—ungh!—another big difference between you two, isn’t there, little Chastity?”

Chastity reddened.  “Maybe,” she whispered in a tiny voice.  “I’m not sure.”

“Oh, I think you’re.. sure!  Penny, even you’re sure, aren’t you?”

She swallowed.  “About what, Domina?  Ah!”

“About your future.  Does it turn you on, baby?  Do you dream about it at night?”  she giggled, eating up Penny’s uncertainty and confusion and worst of all, the dread that she might just know where this was going after all.  And when she didn’t say anything, Channah asked:  “All your life, have you just dreamed about boys doing the things to you that I like to do?”

Penny reddened and whispered in a tiny voice, biting her lip as she came closer still to what she was afraid her body was about to do for the second time today:  “No, Mistress.”

“Who do you dream about being your big, nasty masters?  Boys or girls?”

“Girls, Master,” Penny whimpered.

“Then I—well, my clients—your customers—and I are going to have to train you until you learn to like it, aren’t we?”

“I—I don’t know if that’s ever going to—” Penny tried to avoid answering, but then, meeting her eyes, trailed off, crumbled, and yielded miserably:  “Yes, Domina.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I will need to be trained to be that kind of girl, Domina.”

“And do you doubt I can train you?  Do you doubt I will?”                                                                                                             

“No Domina” she whispered, her lip quivering cutely as tears rolled down her cheeks, certain she could be broken by the much-stronger force of nature leaning over her, hands on the bar from which Penny was hanging, bearing over and down on her with a fierce and predatory grin as she continued to make a point of Penny’s weakness and receptivity.

“Awww…. Good girl!  I wish I could kiss you but—not right now.”  And then she dug the knife in:  “How about Chas, Penny?” she grinned evilly again.

Literature Section “06-111[X] Girls and Boys and Succubae, Oh My!”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 111 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1324 words::Explicit 1363 words—Accompanying Images:  1888-1892—Published 2025-06-10—©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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1884 06-110 She’s a compliant little bitch, isn’t she?
1885 06-110 That’s it, Slut-a-rella.  Make my boots spotless
1886 06-110 DON’T drop that skirt, missy!  We’re not done!
1887 06-110 Does ordering her around ever… make you wet?

PREVIOUSLY:  Channah leads Penny in an intense and passionate dance.  Meanwhile, Kadidia is propping up a comatose Chastity beside Channah, who has urged Penny to help Kadidia revive her.  NOW:

“Chas, Chastity, please wake up!”  Penny called out sincerely with her heart and soul.  “Come back, you can do it!  I did, I know you can too!”

Kadidia leaned over Chastity’s shoulder, putting one hand across Chastity’s chest, turned her head to the side, and kissed her on the lips, breaking the spell that had banished Chas from her own body.  Almost immediately Chastity jerked and came awake, causing Penny to cry out thankfully with relief.

“Good work, Pleaser!” Channah praised her, keeping one hand on the bar and using the other to reach out and take Penny’s chin in her hand, forcing her to look her in the eyes and see the hunger and the passion there.  Penny shivered, helplessly charged by Channah’s charisma, magic, and raw sexual energy, multiplied by Penny’s own sensitivity and responsiveness.  Channah dialed back the pressure on Penny, allowing the tickler to pulse, steady and low; while she drew her hand back from Penny’s chin.  Penny tensed and gasped in fear, causing Channah to laugh.  “Oh, poor widdle baby so nervous!  Please don’t worry, sweetie, this is what you’ve been waiting for!  Mama’s gonna love you baby…” then she snickered, unable to be completely sweet here, in this environment, with the wickedness she had planned.  “Mostly.”

But then she showed the girl just how sweet she could be, as Penny continued to swing back and forth.  As they continued to sweat and move together, the sound turned flatter, moist, and nasty, from the soft whisper of skin on skin to a wet slapping sound of flesh on flesh like women having a slap fight in a rain storm.  Channah bit her lip, for her own pleasure and rude satisfaction, and to show Penance how hot and dominant she was feeling.  Penny’s own face and slack jaw, even without regard to her trussed-up position, made it clear how perfectly she was complementing Channah with her passivity and submission, starting to moan very quickly with real pleasure as Channah’s behavior let her turn from fear to hope, resignation to interest and arousal, and soon, soon, desperation. 

Slap.  Slap.  Slap!  She bounced the girl extra-hard just for fun, giggling with Penny’s wail and her own sudden dizzy suspense as Penny swung out to maximum arc and Channah waited to find if they would be able to continue, or be rudely interrupted. 

But it was edging perfection:  Penny came soooo close to escaping her they both gasped before she returned and they both cried out in relief, the sounds both of them were making, taking on a little, desperate edge.

Meanwhile, next to Channah, having awakened her princess with a kiss, Kadidia played with Chastity’s nipples and held her tight, murmuring into her ear how much she looked forward to taking her the next time they were on this parapet together. 

Chas gasped when her mind started processing well enough to listen and make sense of Kadidia’s words, and Kadidia chuckled, deep in her throat.

“Oh? hmm…” the girl mumbled, only half-awake, the delicious sound turning into a surprised yelp.  “Who are YOU!??!”  And immediately after her genuine, unconscious outburst, realizing she had just barked at—first, a giantess; and second, someone who almost certainly outranked her—she started apologizing:  “I’m sorry, D—Mis—”

“Your Grace, Your—Your Grace, Chas!”  Penny came to her rescue.  “She’s Succubus Duchess Kadidia!”

“Your Grace!”  Chas repeated automatically, her eyes wide and looking every which way.  “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, it’s just—I don’t know—I can’t remember—PENNY!!”  she screeched suddenly, taking in her circumstances.  Even Penny managed a tiny weak rueful smile as Chastity, continuing to process and taking in Penny’s rearing flesh and desperate face, inferred that she was okay.  At least, insofar as any living soul dragged to hell for unnatural supernatural sex-torture rituals and hung out over a precipice above an ocean of ravenous devils could be.

And then, her third realization hit:  “Penny!  You—you’re so beautiful!  Oh, oh Penance—I can’t stand it—you—you—you’re so pretty!”

Penny’s face crumbled and she moaned.  “I know I’m a mess…”

“A hot mess, girl,” Chas promised.  “And I mean—girl!  What happened to you?  Wait—what happened to me?!  I was so scared, Penny, I—”

“Hush,” Kadidia commanded, taking her chin again and turning her back to face her captor, eyes wide with anticipation and arousal in the most primal of senses, focus and attention and heightened blood responding to prepare her body for whatever she was going to need to do next—fight, flee, or fuck—because Chas, bound and held from behind by a woman two or three times her size, had already kind of figured out she wasn’t going to be left alone.  She was still adjusting and nowhere near arousal quite yet, but she was starting to wrap her mind around her circumstances, remember she had cum earlier without permission, been punished, and then been—she shuddered with the recollection, and decided she didn’t want to think about it just now.  Couldn’t possibly think about it now, with Penny and the Duchess and—and—

Channah grunted:  “Chastity—you’re—you’re with us again?  You have the presence of mind to know what’s—ungh—happening around you?” 

“Yes, Domina,” she responded, still sounding dazed even to herself, but nodding as much as she could with Kadidia still holding her chin.  Less than a minute of awareness, and the very first moments of first setting eyes on, or even imagining anything like, Kadidia, and she already felt the heat of Kadidia’s easy power.  She realized of a sudden, with complete certainty, she could not resist Kadidia, physically or mentally, even if she tried her very hardest.  She swallowed and sighed involuntarily under Kadidia’s hands, pleasing the succubus with her natural reaction.  Kadidia’s hand moved lower.  Chastity sighed, and sank back into Kadidia’s big, brown, amused eyes.

“This one’s a natural-born slut,” Kadidia evaluated her, just like that, and Chas turned red, making a helpless little noise.

Literature Section “06-110[X] Chastity Comes Back for More”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 110 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1003 words::Explicit 1146 words—Accompanying Images:  1884-1887—Published 2025-06-09—©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.

1860 06-105 It’s Kool-Aid for your brain…
1861 06-105 That’s a perfectly natural reaction.  So keep inhaling!

1862 06-105 You’re a silly little girl.  Keep puffing!
1863 06-105 I think she’s ready for us, Mistress
1864 06-105 NOW she’s ready… Bwa ha ha ha ha ha!
1865 06-105 Since it can’t be real, there are no consequences!^

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PREVIOUSLY:  Channah and Penny have just had the magical experience of a lifetime, turning Penny into a futa as their privacy shield fell.  Uncharacteristically experiencing a devastating top drop after falling from the dizzying heights to which they had risen, Channah has jump-started them both again with her magic and is ruthlessly overcoming shy Penny’s reservations and thoughts of resistance at the prospect of being royally and humiliatingly romanced in front of an audience.  NOW:

Whether from trust in and a desire to please her Master, the intensity of the connection surging between them, the magical fountain pouring into her, or simply the raw force of Channah’s shoulders on her ankles and hands gripping her wrists, after a final little flutter of resistance manifested in an aimless, anxious wiggling of her extremities, Penny calmed down and stopped struggling, making her legs relax as much as she could so Channah didn’t have to strain quite as much.  Penny meekly accepted being virtually folded in half, whining and panting and moaning into Channah’s lips as she was able to relax her muscles to accommodate Channah’s insistent demands on her and comply with Channah’s pleasure. 

Helplessly, with Channah romantically ravaging her, with Channah’s demon tongue snaking deeply into Penny’s delicate mouth, with Channah’s energy surging through Penny’s chakras, and with Channah’s shoulders pinning Penny’s legs back at such an extreme angle she could almost suck her own toes, Penny started to cry out, her cheeks fiercely red with the shame of her willing, indeed cooperative and increasingly ardent, degradation before so many people.

“Beg more,” Channah slurred around their lips.  “Show them all what a shameless little hussy you are.”  And when Penny turned even redder instead of speaking:  “Confess your desires NOW!”

Sobbing, Penny begged, as wantonly and desperately as she could, absolutely in earnest because her silence had been the modesty of not wanting to reveal her truth, rather than a reflection of any inner calmness or perspective.  Because she had none:  By now, Channah was her whole world again, and pleasing Channah her whole and sincere purpose.

“Take me Master!” she pleaded, nearly crazed with the abandon, as much as arousal, of throwing all her own sensibilities and modesty to the winds in order to submit to her Domina and fulfill her Domina’s desires under such conditions.  Responding to Channah the way she commanded and demanded required her total surrender to her Domina, to her fate, to her shame, to her extremely public degradation because it allowed no half-measures.  There was nothing, not one shred of personal dignity or self-respect, that she could maintain and obey her Domina as she had to do and as she longed to do.  Her personality and feelings were being shredded into confetti by her Domina’s desires and the resulting conflicts tearing her apart.  “I don’t know what you’re doing to me Master!” She wailed hysterically, her voice muffled and interrupted as Channah kept kissing her and she kept kissing back.  “Ah!  Ah!  You’re—omigod, what you’re doing to me!  It hurts!  Why am I so eager, Master?”

“Because you’re a girl.  And I found the sweet girl spot inside you.  I—knew it was there!  I knew it!  I could tell!” she bellowed triumphantly.  “Some girls, a very few, are born that way,” Channah lied easily, enjoying scrambling her head as hard as she was her insides, “and now that I’ve finally found it, it’s brought your true self to the surface!”  She growled roughly, resting her forearms on her futa’s ankles to hold them down so she could use her fingernails to tickle her futa’s extremely sensitive and ticklish soles, watching Penny’s breathing turning into a desperate gasping sound, her head moving from side to side whenever Channah’s lips permitted as if she were searching for more oxygen.  Seeing Penny’s state, Channah allowed herself to use her tongue to gag her until she almost passed out from lack of air, just because she felt like seeing if she could. 

Channah reveled in her total power and command over her wiggling, wriggling, wailing, mindless futa love doll to which she had reduced a previously normal and clever boy.  But she knew there was more to it than that, the way she was feeling higher and higher and almost crazy with lust.  She was dimly aware she needed to stop feeding her own lust before she tore the girl limb from limb but she was loving the effect her magic was having on the girl, too much to stop feeding their connection just yet.  “It hurts a girl the first time, silly ninny,” Channah laughed, “surely even you know that much?  And a girl born like you, inside-out, I’m sorry, sweetie,” Channah laughed, “It’s gonna hurt a little bit every time.”  And Channah shivered with pleasure at the thought.

“I can’t stand it omigod ogod ogod I feel like I’m going to explode but I’m not even enjoying this!  Ohh… oh, no… It hur-ur-ur-ur-ur-ur-urts!  What’s happening to me?!?!”  she wailed and cried and shook her head and rolled her eyes and practically melted down into a puddle right in front of Channah’s devouring eyes, her warm, soft, passive, obedient body and over-the-top passion of agony and ecstasy all rolled up and intertwined together, bringing Channah to another emotional and physical peak.

The succubus threw her head back and howled like a wolf with glee, briefly meeting Miryam’s and Rivqah’s amazed, aroused, envious eyes.  Inspired, she barked:  “Oil.  Gallons!” tipping her head towards the smooth black stone past the edge of the mattress above Penny’s head, before she turned her attention back to her victim, nipping her bottom lip and tugging on it before smothering her in more kisses and stuffing her mouth again with demon tongue.  The Demon Queen relished the exquisite, delightful way her prey thrashed and bawled with painful confusion and panted and whined with passion all at once. Penny was utterly overwhelmed, unable to process all the conflicting, confusing, clanging sensations that were wracking her body.  “My body!  I hate it but I want it whatever you’re—I maybe—!  What’s happening to me, Domina?!  The things you do to me Master!  And now I’m….” she wept.  “I think I’m losing control!  I’m so ashamed!”

“You should be!”  Channah scolded her fiercely, looking down and laughing. 

Literature Section “06-105[X] Channah Thoroughly Ravishes Penance”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 105 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 979 words::Explicit 1078 words—Accompanying Images:  1860-1865—Published 2025-06-03—©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.

1820 06-95 A Bond So Intense You Feel an Outsider
1821 06-95 Channah and her loving babygirl
1822 06-95 Channah with her sweet little adoring jariya girl
1823 06-95 Channah over her weak pussywhipped slave

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PREVIOUSLY:  After using Penny, as she continues to tease the helpless girl, she explains how her Manipura Chain will reveal Penny’s true and desired form when Penny gives herself fully and unconditionally to Channah.  NOW:

Humming, Channah swung her hip off Penny so she was kneeling beside the girl, trapping her right thigh between Channah’s right thigh and calf.  With her left hand, effortlessly, she took and held both of Penny’s wrists, giggling at the way doing so made Penny twitch.  Feigning a round “O” of surprise as her eyes bored into Penny’s, with her right hand, she startled Penny by freeing her, making the weaker girl shudder, her breathing turning into a raspy, panting wheeze as she flowered into her full, if modest, bloom.

 “Don’t you want to be everything you can be?”  Channah asked, fascinated by Penny’s expression of longing, desperation, panic, and total vulnerability, watching how her eyes focused on Channah’s hand, settling over Penny’s lower torso, so close—so close—using her fingers to raise goosebumps on Penny’s skin.  “Don’t you want to be the very best girl for me you can?”  Channah asked, nodding suggestively.  And Penny found herself nodding dumbly in response, her entire body twitching up and down with every single beat of her heart.

With a mock gasp of surprise, Channah swung her hip back across Penny, using her right hand to adjust her skirts, her left hand continuing to secure both of Penny’s wrists.  She barely breathed, almost reverently:  “You were built to obey and to please, darling.  Or I think from now on, is it okay if I call you ‘Pleaser’?  Yeah, that’s a good girl.  There…” she hissed.  “I’m sitting a bit further forward so it’s more comfortable for you.”  Penny groaned raggedly, feeling the soft, reassuring touch of Channah’s warm skin on her hips, electrifying every single nerve-ending as the dominant succubus stifled another smile.  “Don’t you dare ruin this incredible moment with any selfishness, do you understand me, Pleaser?”

Penny nodded frantically, not trusting herself to speak.

“Oh dear,” she made an expression of mock-surprise and -concern, tugging on her lip with her fingertip as if thinking.  “I forgot.  You’re totally pathetic bully-fodder, aren’t you, darling?  By chastising and humiliating you, I don’t cool you down, I just push you closer, don’t I, you little freak?”  And when Penny didn’t answer, she rose up again and frowned her best mean face.  “Answer me!  With the truth!”

And Penny knew what that was.  Especially now, in this moment, she could not doubt it or deny it, who and what she was and had always been.  “Yes Domina, yes!” she confessed shamefully, shivering with the intensity and depth of the reaction Channah was able to elicit from her.

Channah shook her head in wonder that was only half an act, and was half a genuine marvel at how perfectly—for succubaean purposes—human biological males were made.  But she was snickering with unconflicted amusement at Penny’s plight and confusion. 

“You know I’m more perfect for you than any human woman on the planet, don’t you?”  Penny nodded frantically, not sure what, or even sure she cared what, she was agreeing to, because her mind was so jumbled and filled with the noise of her own arousal and the fear of Channah teaching her more about who she might be, what depths she might sink to.  And maybe because it didn’t matter:  after all, Channah was right, of course she was always right, and Penny… Penny belonged to her so deeply and utterly, her succubaean will thoroughly overcame and occupied Penny’s human one.  “The nature of a succubus is to be a perfect companion to human men, just like the nature of an incubus is to be a perfect companion to human women.  Because our purpose is to be your seductive predators, and humans are our sole prey. ” Channah confided sincerely, as if that were an obvious reason for humans to hang out with demons.  All the time, she kept swaying as if she were slow-dancing with Penny, not hard enough to finish, but not too soft to keep Penny’s attention, twitching in time with her pulse.  “By becoming your perfect companions, we ensure we are your perfect predators.  But you’re the lucky ones, Penny.  You, and Chas, and all my jawari… perfect as I am for you, I don’t want to prey on you.”  She shook her head, beaming down in sweet assurance at Penny.  “Because you’re my operatives.  My confidantes.  And you and Chas are even more than that… you’re my wives.  Do you know how special that is?” 

Penny nodded frantically.  She, and then Channah in response, moaned at the intimacy of that and Channah swooped down to plumb and loot Penny’s sweet mouth, even the vibrations of the sound made by their shared moans another chain of love and desire connecting them.  By leaning forward, Channah caused her hips to roll forward, pressing against Penny’s belly, a warm, soothing cataplasm.  A whine crept back into Penny’s panting breath at how touching her higher up took Channah’s body away from her further below.  Keeping her legs raised, Penny pathetically tried to reconnect everywhere.  She knew Channah was right when she laughed throatily, raising her hips higher as she smashed her lips down even harder:  “Hunh-unh baby.  Me first.  Me always.  Me only.  You’re out of your own control now, aren’t you, lovergirl?”  Penny nodded, unwilling to break contact with her mouth or miss a second of her possessing, dominating lips and tongue.  “That’s why you need mine.  Don’t you?”  Penny nodded again, sounding like nothing more than a whining dog overcome with a need only her master could satisfy.  “You’re lucky!  No human woman could be even close to what I am because she has so many conflicting responsibilities and priorities—mmm” Channah put her hand back on Penny’s neck with totally possessory intent, practically devouring Penny, Penny so deep under she welcomed every assault Channah was willing to visit upon her, the harder and more-invasive the better.  “Making new lives.”  Penny was in such an ecstatic, frantic, senseless space Channah could have discussed botany or politics and Penny would remain totally enthralled.  “Raising children.”  She was out of her weak little mind, nothing but a sponge for her Master’s more forceful one.  “Gathering food.”  Biting and pulling on Penny’s lower lip.  “Preparing for winter.”  Her right hand slid up Penny’s cheek to seize her hair possessively.  “Weaving and washing.”  And she wrenched Penny’s hair down, shifting her weight to her left hand to emphasize Penny’s meek submission and imprisonment.  “Keeping her home fire burning.”  She used the leverage on Penny’s hair to force her chin up further whilst keeping her lips against Penny’s mouth.  “And only on top of all that, at the end of such a long day, satisfying her man.”  She jerked Penny’s hair to one side, turning her head as she dragged her lips across Penny’s cheek to whisper in and nibble on her ear, her warm, moist breath electrifying Penny straight down into the center of her captive brain.  “I only have one purpose, one need.  To make men serve my every other.”  She snorted and clarified:  “Men and boys and little girls like you, Pleaser.”

“So here’s the point, missy.”  She rose back up, Penny whining with need and loss as she did so, continuing to hold Penny’s wrists in her left hand and Penny’s hair in her right hand so they could both enjoy their natural positions as captor and captive.  She slowly, gently, carefully rolled her hips back again, knowing how close to the edge they were, even without Penny’s many overt signs of desperation.  “I refuse to take you now, Penny.  If that’s what you’re looking for, playing out some little consensual-nonconsent fantasy of yours, we can just stop, because this isn’t about you.”  She stopped moving and even pushing down on Penny for several beats, shrugging to demonstrate how easy it was for her; how unmoved and in control she could be; how much stronger her will was than Penny’s.  “I let you watch me, and worship me, and I’ve even laid my hands on you before.  The next stage—if and when you’re ready for seriously committing to me and opening yourself to me, the way I’m ready to do both for you—is about consummating our marriage.  Real men, and even most jawari, want that intimacy.  You know, the way weak girls want it and enjoy it most, the way that only a succubus like me can give to you.  Not to mention the closeness that only comes with being my wife.”

“For real intimacy, Penny,” she leaned closer, closing her eyes and softly kissing and rubbing her face all over Penny’s, the sweetness and innocence at direct odds with her grip on Penny’s wrists and hair, laughing as Penny began helplessly trying to reach her again. “For real intimacy, we both have to be there, together, wanting it.  Wanting one another.”  She pulled back slightly, her eyes innocent and wide, batting them.  “So tell me, darling girl, what do you want?”

“You, Domina,” she squealed desperately, making Channah laugh with pleasure.  “Only you.  Totally you.”

Literature Section “06-95[X] Edgeplay:  Channah Teases Penny Toward a Hot Mess”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 95 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1509 words::Explicit 1646 words—Accompanying Images:  1820-1823—Published 2025-05-19—©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.


1816 06-94 The sacred, the profane, and the damned
1817 06-94 This is your bible now.  And I am your priest
1818 06-94 The Succubaean Bible is your training manual now, bitch
1819 06-94 Penny practices what she’s been taught

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PREVIOUSLY:  After teasing and using Penny, Channah began explaining the succubae’s view of chakras and the functions served by the magical bonds she has locked onto (and into) Penny’s body.  Then she finally started to drop the other high-heeled shoe on Penny’s head.  NOW:

“I love you.  I want you, the you that you want to be.”  She shrugged.  “If that’s a big, gorilla-like, hairy he-man, that’s who I want you to be, and that’s what you’ll become when you truly, deeply, willingly surrender yourself to me!  But if you’re sincerely a woman… I mean, I know, you must know, we nurtured your interest in being a girl all along, but it was only for you, because we sensed the powerful feminine energy in you.  Doing that, while the rest of the world nurures your masculine side, gives you real choice so you can freely decide, having lived as both a boy and a girl.  But I’m confident it was the right thing to do, because you were so obviously meant to be a girl.  That first time Chas confessed to you…” she giggled, Penny’s mind reeling at the idea Chas had shared their most-private conversations with the Court, and the succubae had known the things that had passed between them, for so long.

“Oh, I don’t want to get rid of anything you value.  I love all the parts of you that you love.  And believe me, we know what parts you love and how much you adore them.  The parts of you that you can hardly take your hands off.”  She giggled as Penny’s expression changed.  “So… vulnerable.  So… easy and urgent and ardent.  And now, mean Auntie Channah has taken away your ability to play all those little games you and her like to play with one another…”.

Penny’s face was positively incandescent, the asymmetry in knowledge between her and her masters so pronounced it took her to a whole new level of vulnerability and she wished there were somewhere, anywhere she could crawl away in and hide. 

But Channah continued, only her obvious amusement betraying her awareness of Penny’s intense embarrassment.  “It would be a crime to get rid of an important part of what makes you so…” the palms of her hands were warm, sliding across Penny’s chest, her shoulders and upper arms, and even her neck, combining reassurance and gentleness with their counterpoints of control and even bullying.  When her fingers passed over Penny’s nipples, they might pinch.  Or after a particularly thrilling run up Penny’s side, they might slap.  And when she worked Penny’s neck… she wasn’t just stroking Penny’s neck, she was pushing Penny’s chin up.  So gently at first, that Penny didn’t even recognize what was happening.  Then, it became a pleasant, masterful manipulation making her feel a warm, giddy vulnerability, being was in Channah’s hands.  Only finally, at the end, did her manipulations become so forceful they made Penny understand Channah would push her chin up as hard as she wanted to, whether Penny was okay with it or not.  The odd combination of reassurance and dominance was deliberately provocative, testing Penny and demanding she override her instinct to resist or beg off to instead go along with Channah’s will.  Demanding she see that she wanted to.  And Penny did go along with her, of course, blushing at the demonstration of her natural submissiveness to Channah, as her neck cramped and her clitty twitched traitorously from the discomfort and passivity Channah required of her.  Was Channah right about Penny?

But Penny decided she knew this answer from experience already, maybe from the first time she had been in Channah’s presence, and felt her power:  Channah was always right.  Channah had lived a hundred times longer than Penny.  What could there be she hadn’t seen, experienced, lived through, learned about?  Of course, she saw Penny’s heart more clearly—and much earlier—than Penny herself, could.  Doubtless it was easier to see for Channah, too, because she relished what she saw; whereas for Penny… Channah was showing her she was not who she had thought she wanted to be.  Certainly not what society and the church wanted her to be.

“You’re so pliant.  And you know how much pliant girls turn me on.”  Channah dove down upon Penny again, her raptor’s teeth nipping at Penny’s lip just enough to shock, her arms seizing Penny’s wrists, using them for support and more-than-incidentally pinning her down, grinding down into Penny’s as she closed her mouth over Penny’s again and returned her demon’s tongue into Penny’s compliant mouth.  Penny moaned softly and Channah felt her naked truth, the truth confessed by her unshielded body, with no mistake:  Being kissed so forcefully made her little submissive girl melt again.  Channah felt Penny’s hips and clitty start to twitch underneath her, not with resistance, but with desperation.  She felt her girl’s knees and feet coming up along the sides of Channah’s hips and legs like a lover welcoming her master into her body, but too timidly to circle around her master’s legs and ass without permission.  She felt the girl’s arms go limp under the silent mandate of Channah’s hands.

Laughing fitfully and talking sporadically as she continued to make out with Penny, whose breathing was becoming ragged, Channah continued:  “I know, I know… boys, and girls with little clitties like yours, turn me on.  Succubae are built to enjoy you, and to make you respond to us the way we want you to.  But I especially like pliant girls.  More than anybody.”  She emphasized her point with a shivery wiggle of her hips.  “And I can—tell you especially like me.”

She whispered in Penny’s other ear, brushing her lips against it as she spoke:  “Don’t you want boobies, baby?  And—you pervert—dainty soft little feet?  And hips—I know you’d like to have wide, sexy hips and a thick juicy stern that you can lust after in your own mirror.  Don’t you?  Don’t you?”  She laughed especially hard, catching sight of the surprise and trapped look in Penny’s eyes.  “Or wait.  You want to be a girl, but you don’t actually like girls—is that it?” She raised her head, pursing her lips to massage the moisture from their kisses into the rim of her mouth, looking at him questioningly.

“Yes—no—I mean, I like girls, Domina,” Penny managed hoarsely, her mind struggling and halting in its efforts to think, unsure how much she meant she was attracted to women’s breasts, how much she wanted to please her Domina, and how much she just hoped to make the conversation move on to something less dangerous and confusing.  She was feeling all three of them, truly.  But the part she couldn’t help blurting out was:  “And—and I especially like you, Domina.  I—I truly love you,” she whispered.

“Awwwww….” And this earned Penny Channah’s full attention for several minutes before she broke their kiss and spoke again:  “And I especially like girls like you,” Channah agreed, trailing off, eyes unfocused but pointed at her hands and fingers, which were suddenly stroking Penny’s chest and rubbing Penny’s nipples.  “I want you to have boobies I can suck on.”  Penny gasped as Channah’s sultry eyes rose and met hers, defying her to look away.  “And a big round sissy bottom that jumps and wiggles like a pert girl when I slap it.”  Penny practically started hyperventilating as Channah slappic.  “And, and…” a long pause followed as they kissed, nothing other than moans—in Penny’s case, verging on whines, especially when Channah used her knees and legs to force Penny’s higher and wider.  “I—” even Channah was gasping now “—I want you to fill out a dress to your full potential.  You’re so pretty, Penny.  Mmm… If you had the hips and the bust to fill out your dresses completely…” she flicked her tongue obscenely and made a noise that almost sounded like a wolf’s bark, while Penny felt herself melting like bright pink strawberry snow.

Literature Section “06-94[X] What Channah Wants, Channah Gets”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 94 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1298 words::Explicit 1322 words—Accompanying Images:  1816-1819—Published 2025-05-18—©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.

1809 06-92 Channah acts surprised Penny feels violated
1813 06-92 Penance’s Manipura ring (pre-grafting)
1810 06-92 Penny may not be able to sleep tonight
1811 06-92 … Make that a week…
1812 06-92 In fact, Penny may never sleep again…

PREVIOUSLY:  Channah has been passionately and aggressively dominating and making out with Penny, teasing the girl relentlessly.  Now she wants more than Penny’s consent to take advantage of her.  NOW:

“What I want now is your full-fledged participation.  I love you, honey, and I’d really like to fuck you.  But if you’re not ready, that’s okay.  I’m never going to force you again.  Unless you beg first,” she amended flirtatiously.  “If you’re not interested in loving me, I can exclusively take my pleasures elsewhere.”  She shrugged, looking disappointed, and started to lift off Penny, watching curiously at the intense emotions overwhelming the girl, washing and flashing across her eyes.

“NO!  No, no, Domina, I realized—I swore—in that place—I’m yours.  I love you, I’m yours,” she clarified emphatically, reaching to take Channah’s hand urgently, pleadingly, and kiss her knuckles with her eyes closed in passion.  It was the first active motion she had made since being ordered to show passivity towards Channah.

“Aww… that’s sweet,” Channah conceded, meaning it, and settling back down on top of her, their bare flesh sparking with electricity as Channah pretended to rearrange herself, letting them feel one another sliding against each other, separated only by the cruel barrier securing Penny.  She frowned curiously, as if she was confused.  “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Domina.  Yes, ma’am, I’m sure.  I’m sure!”

“But…” she raised her finger to her chin, looking into space thoughtfully, then sharply looked back down.  She was making fun of Penny, and Penny felt the heat in her face.  “But… I thought you knew what I wanted.”

“I do.  I do, Domina!”

With a twitch of the lip revealing the fun she was having, she leaned down again, resting her elbows on Penny’s shoulders and folding her arms, looking straight down into the submissive girl’s eyes.  “What’s that?” 

“what, Domina?” Penny asked in a small voice.

“It’s not a difficult question, darling girl.  What. Do. I.  Want?  I just want to make sure you understand.  Because this time, it will be about your thorough and enthusiastic participation.”

“My—” Penny’s face went red, her eyes popped, and her voice turned into a squeak.  “What?”

Channah kept her lips pressed together but laughed merrily behind them, in the worst attempt ever to conceal mirth.  Finally she rolled her eyes and gave up, sounding positively delirious.  “Penny, my love, I’ve never seen such a face before!  Regretfully, while I appreciate your efforts, it doesn’t seem like you’re serious about wanting what I want.”

“I am, Domina, I swear!  I want you to get what you want!”

She snorted, turning up her nose.  “Not quite the same thing, is it, muffin?  And certainly not enough for me.  I’m not bargaining with you, I’m explaining how it is.  Drawing a line in the sand.  No more half-measures, sweetie.  No more pretending to be a damsel in distress while I play the bad girl.”  She shrugged, sitting up and rolling Penny’s nipples between her fingers.  “Unless, that is, you’ve already convinced me you really, desperately want me to be your bad girl, and you to be my sweet little damsel in distress.”  Penny drew a sharp breath, as startled as she pretended to be confused and fascinated.  “Well, I love to act and to play games.  You know that.  But with my wife, I want more.  I want to know you’re really with me.  That you like appeasing me.  Is that so unreasonable, for a Domina to want that from her housegift?” she asked, with wide-open innocent eyes.

“No,” Penny croaked, “Of—of course not, Domina.”

She smirked, tickling Penny’s nipples.  “You showed your true colors already, under me in the satanikoklus, didn’t you babygirl?”  She laughed, and laughed even harder at Penny’s mortification to be reminded of how submissive she had been for Channah.  “Look at you.  You’ve been waiting for me your entire life, haven’t you?  While trying to pretend you weren’t.  This time, I won’t shoulder that burden for you.  Playing is one thing.  Hypocrisy and denial are another.  This time, I can’t have either of us experiencing any doubt about whether we’re playing together, as a couple, or if I’m being some… beast,” she pouted, her fingers tracing Penny’s chest.  “I need to know, and even more… you need to know, sugar pie.  Well, to admit it.”  She looked off towards one side, speaking too casually:  “This isn’t just about my insecurity, or a wife making her Domina feel loved, you know.  The magic simply won’t work unless you’re totally sincere.”

“The… magic?”

“In all the excitement and being overwhelmed, you haven’t even noticed it yet, have you, my sweet little cherry?”

“Noticed what?” Penny asked, hoarse again, eyes darting and scanning.  Channah raised a finger and circled it in the air, like a hawk circling and watching for potential prey, the circles getting smaller as she brought it down over Penny’s torso, continuing to tighten in until her finger pressed on Penny’s navel.

“Is your belly-button a little sore, darling?”

“What—yes!  My whole tummy but I thought—” she exclaimed in surprise, raising her head to look down at her stomach, feeling disoriented, almost a touch queasy, at more evidence of how thoroughly she had been separated from her body, from the world, from reality itself.  A tiny ruby fruit, round like an apple, but with distinctive gold prongs ringing one end like a crown, glittered in a gold setting, pinned to her body with two gold piercings, one in the center of her navel, and the other in the flat skin immediately above the edge of her navel.

“The ring—more of a wire, really—stretches down into your tummy and anchors it around your intestines and spine.”  Penny gasped in a fascinated horror at the idea, and at the idea of the ring penetrating her—if it had even been her, when she was, well, gone.  Horrified at being penetrated at all, freaked out about the penetration being so deep, and especially feeling uneasy that such a thing could have occurred without her knowledge.  “Anchoring it to your spirit there.”

“What—what is it, Domina?” Penny asked fearfully.

“It’s your Manipura ring.  Of course,” she shrugged, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, “Stuffy old swamis and yogis would quibble with our understanding and usage of the chakras and related concepts.  But how would any of them know more than us about succubaean magic?  Or where to seize and pin down parts of the souls of humans?”  The answer—to Channah, but certainly not Penny, who had no idea what she was talking about—was obvious:  “They wouldn’t.  Do you recognize it?” she asked curiously, with a mischievous smirk.

Penny, staring at it, made the connection and recognized it.  “It’s—it’s the same thing, the fruit, on the paddle—a medlar!”

“Very good, child!  But describe it accurately.  My paddle, acknowledging my ownership,” she corrected.  “Or recognizing your chattel status, your paddle.  Either one is acceptable, but not merely ‘the’ paddle.”

“Your paddle, Domina,” Penny corrected herself, red-faced.

Literature Section “06-92 Channah Demands More Penance”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 92 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1154 words—Accompanying Images:  1809-1813—Published 2025-05-16—©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.

1806 06-91 I’m NOT ignoring your misery.  I fucking love it!
1807 06-91 Make that sad face and noise again for me, bitch!
1808 06-91 Why torture YOURSELF?  That’s MY job

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PREVIOUSLY:  Channah is passionately and aggressively dominating and making out with Penny.  NOW:

The weaker girl was going nowhere without Channah’s permission, her body overwhelmed almost as fully as her mind, neither of them capable of offering Channah anything resembling resistance—only compliance and cooperation.

“Mm…”. Channah slid her lips across Penny’s cheek and growled in her ear, “Feel how desperate you are.  You’re a bit of a slut, aren’t you?”

“Oh yes.  Yes I am, Master!  Domina!”  Penny cried, and then almost screamed:  “Please free me Mistress, I can’t stand it!”

She just giggled, her hips moving faster and faster while Penny remained frustrated.  If it had been an ordinary item of such elaborate jewelry, she couldn’t possibly have used it this way.  Even the finest jeweler in the world could hardly smooth every edge and facet of each stone and the gold metal joining them, perfectly enough to feel this good.  But her metalsmith was so connected with her media she might have done, even without the thin layer of clear ceramic or glass she had used to finish the piece, making it a smooth and perfect whole instead of multiple different components held together with settings and cement.

“Who do you belong to?”  Channah demanded bitchily, smirking.

“Yours!  Of course, yours, Domina! Ha-ha-haaugh!”  the last of it was not laughter, but something much closer to a desperate crying that made Channah even hotter. 

“I’m sorry, what were you asking me about?  I can’t remember,” Channah’s lips tightened and struggled to remain sealed over Penny’s when she was smiling this widely, but Penny didn’t seem to mind any more than her Domina, who was moving at a jackhammer pace, a low animal sound beginning in the back of her throat.

“PLEASE let me out, Domina!” Penny wailed around Channah’s lips when Channah darted her head down to nip her ear. 

“nehhh-verrr,” she whispered softly in the same ear, pushing down on the girl’s pinned wrists to reinforce her control, barely able to speak between her own moans.  And then:  “Suffer for me, bitch!”

“I am!” Penny screamed, and Channah roared, as Channah’s hips and body shifted from a piston motion to a pure shudder that gripped her from head to toe.

“Oh, Domina, oh, Mistress, no, it’s not fair!  It’s not fair!”  Penny howled, making a broken pouting sound, as Channah gasped and cried out with her slow, shuddering return, enjoying every lingering moment, just as she was enjoying squeezing every drop of sadistic joy from Penny’s protests and whines and unavailing struggles under her for relief.

“No—no, it’s not, is it?”  Channah laughed throatily, shoving her tongue hard down Penny’s throat and holding it, even as she straightened all her limbs out to the four corners around them and lay on Penny as her final shivers subsided, ignoring or perhaps enjoying Penny’s miserable sounds, and restless movements of discomfort.

When Channah was finally still, and not only the shivering, but the tingling sensation singing in every one of her nerve ends finally started to calm, she rested her hands on Penny’s forehead and lay her cheek on top of them, to relax.

“No-ho-ho-ho-ho….”  Penny moaned, quiet in her misery so as not to disturb Channah’s relaxation.

Finally, Channah sighed.  “What a good, passive, respectful mattress you make, Penny dear.”  Drawing languidly back and resting her elbows on Penny’s chest, feeling very satisfied and calm, while Penny’s body was still rigid and singing with both desire and pain, she crossed her upper arms and looked down into Penny’s eyes, eating up her compliant, accepting misery.  She practically purred, as she wiggled her hips again, just enough to let Penny know she was thinking about the girl’s unhappiness.  “What?” she asked playfully.

“Oh…”. Penny groaned, rolling her eyes.

“I asked you a question, bitch.”

Penny looked surprised.  “You know my—my—” she struggled for a word.

“My little girl,” she proposed.

“Yes, Domina.  Your little girl… You make me sooo hot, Domina, you’re so hot and—and the way you move…”

“How I move?” she prompted, wiggling her hips again for a moment.

“You’re so—lithe, so serpentine…”

“Oh, hush,” she rested one finger across Penny’s lips, just enjoying pushing her buttons and pushing her around, like a cat playing with a toy, or perhaps a victim.  “You don’t have anything useful to say.  Serpentine?  Darling, have you forgotten what I’m capable of?  Am I not a serpent when I want to be?  What I did had nothing to do with my serpentine side.” 

Then she frowned down at her girl, grasping and squeezing her cheeks, unnecessarily hard, not really to control her head, but simply to get her attention.  To bring her eyes, which were rolling and wandering practically independently of one another, back into focus attentively on her master.

“You know what I want.  You’ve known it for days.  And I already told you that’s how you could get what you want, just like Chas.”

Penny started nodding, in fear, yes, but for the first time, something more than fear—a desire for closeness, perhaps, or simply to obey and to avoid disappointing her hell-goddess—competing with it in her eyes.  When she spoke, it was in a small, uncertain voice:  “I—I will submit to you, Domina, you know I will.  Please, Domina, do what you want to do.  Take what you want from me.  Please, Domina.”

“Hunh-unh,” Channah shook her head, smiling smugly.  “I’ve already done that.  We’ve already established I can take what I want, anytime I want, haven’t we?” she asked, sniggering when she felt Penny move under her.   “Answer me,” she slapped Penny’s cheek lightly.

“Yes, Domina,” she answered, nodding sheepishly.

“And I can intimidate and bully you into doing what I want, even when you hate the idea, can’t I?”

“Yes, Domina,” she whispered. “That’s pathetic,” Channah shook her head, her smirk of contempt and satisfaction almost becoming a sneer again.

Literature Section “06-91[X] Penance Yields”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 91 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 979 words::Explicit 1086 words—Accompanying Images:  1806-1808—Published 2025-05-15—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

1803 06-90 A Sermon on Abstinence–Love vs Sin
1804 06-90 A Test of Strength–Resisting the Temptation of Jezebel
1805 06-90 Liberation Theology–The Book of Revelation

Explicit version containing masturbation, chastity themes at 06-90X Tongue-Tied Penance at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman.

PREVIOUSLY:  Penny emerged from total isolation to a crashing overload of sensation to find herself, physically naked and emotionally-wrecked, in Channah’s protective, affectionate embrace.  Comforted by her, overwhelmed by the need and longing she had felt to be saved by Channah, and the reality of being saved by her, she accepts Channah’s kiss.  NOW:

Penny melted into Channah’s kiss, something starting as a sigh becoming a moan of passion, her passion dissolving all conscious thought in her, her body twitching unbidden and unintended.  Channah’s tongue tickled her lips, caressed her teeth, and flirted with Penny’s.  Penny reciprocated, automatically, wanting to feel more of her Domina, and suddenly she felt Channah’s hand around her chin and cheeks, pushing her face away and holding her still. 

Surprised, she whispered:  “Please—don’t stop,” her eyes swimming back into focus and finding Channah’s, inquiring.

“I won’t,” Channah shook her head decisively, squeezing Penny’s cheeks with the hand that was holding them.  Penny didn’t lift a finger to disentangle herself.  She wouldn’t.  She couldn’t even imagine it.  “But you need to.”

“I–?”  Penny didn’t even know what she was talking about.

“I like to tongue-dance, but reciprocating is a pleasure I associate with men.  Are you a man?”

Penny stared at her, pinkening, before admitting in an embarrassed squeak:  “No, Domina.”

“Do you want me to kiss you?”

“Oh, yess,” Penny gushed, practically swooning at the thought.   “Please!”

“Then you need to keep your tongue passive when we kiss.  It’s not to move more than minimally necessary, and it should stay on the floor of your mouth, out of my way, at all times.  Anything else will be considered resistance and obstructionism.  Do you hear me?”

“Yes, Domina, ofph coursze,” Penny nodded, practicing and sensing what it felt life for her tongue to remain supine in her mouth.  “But why?”

“Wait, remind me… do I need a reason?” she asked, curiously.

Penny reddened.  “No, of course not, Domina.”

“That’s right!  Do you know, my metalsmith and I invented restraint devices long, long ago?  We did!” She sniggered with pleasure at the recollection, taking her hand off Penny’s jaw and moving it straight down the front of Penny’s body, tickling her and eliciting a whining sound she seemed to take delight in.  “It looks like something’s pinching you, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“Maybe I should talk to her about designing a restraint for your tongue.  The trick would be, designing one that keeps your tongue under control without interfering with speech or eating.  You won’t be of nearly as much use to me if you can’t speak,” she mused, her finger on her chin again, pretending to consider it seriously.  “Perhaps a tongue stud with a little chain, connecting it to a post in the floor of your mouth?”

Penny was scared.  “What are you talking about, Domina?  I don’t understand!  I don’t want to do anything wrong, Domina, I promise.  I want to be your good girl.”

Relenting, she smiled fondly.  “I know you do, dear.  Then obey me.  If I really needed your tongue to stay inside your mouth, you would be in tongue-restraint, to keep it away from females of any species—human, demonic, or otherwise—by even a quarter-inch.  I’m just commanding you to be passive when we kiss because I like it!  I like reminding both of us I’m your Domina, and you’re my jariya.  Do you have a problem with me exercising my prerogatives to humiliate, belittle, or otherwise put you down for no reason other than my own pleasure?” she asked challengingly.

Penny shrank back slightly, eyes wide, and shook her head, disconcerted as always by the part of her that liked the way she treated her.  “No, Domina.  Not at all, Miss.”

“Oh, that’s good,” she snickered.  “ ‘Not at all, Miss.’  I like that answer.  Then keep every part of you, however… small…” she smiled wickedly, tickling Penny again.  “Out of my mouth.  Do you hear me?”

“Yes, Domina.  I’ll be good,” Penny promised, opening her mouth and leaning up towards Channah.

Channah leered at her, bringing her hand back up to take hold of Penny’s jaw and shove it back down, considering Penny.

“Ahm sahy,” Penny apologized, keeping her mouth open and her tongue down. 

“You look ridiculous!  No—hold it open, I like it when you make a fool of yourself for me.”  She laughed, both at Penny’s obedience, and how crestfallen she looked.  She moved her hand back to Penny’s body again, enjoying Penny’s desperate squirming.  “Does it hurt?”  she asked archly, both of them knowing exactly what she meant.

“Yeshmaahm,” Penny nodded earnestly, making her laugh even harder.

“Good.  Suffer for me, my little pretty.”  And like a bird of prey diving to rip some hapless little fish from a stream, or some harmless little varmint from a field of grass, she dove her head back down again, sealing their mouths together and slithering her tongue back into Penny’s mouth again, relishing Penny’s moans of combined lust and discomfort, while her hand continued to play gently with Penny as her tongue ravished Penny’s mouth. 

Penny raised her arm towards Channah, not to be uppity, but automatically, wanting to touch her more, and she laughed into Penny’s mouth as she seized Penny’s wrist and slammed her arm back onto the mattress. 

Rolling expertly on top of her jariya, she broke their kiss just long enough to raise her dress above her waist before sliding down to straddle Penny’s hips, cooing and sliding her other lips up and down over Penny’s chastity as her tongue got back to its ravishing. 

Her tongue, much longer than Chas’s, and apparently more flexible, not only tickled her lips, caressed her teeth, and petted her tongue, it went wherever it wished, sliding between her jaws and her cheeks, and when she felt particularly devilish, ramming down into the back of Penny’s throat with eye-watering, gag-inducing force.  Channah obviously relished every second of Penny’s suffering, her eyes dancing as Penny choked and gasped, struggling for breath and baffled by the confusing messages on the back of her throat telling her body to swallow and to reject the invader.

She broke their conversation for a moment to ask:  “Can you feel the way I feel about you?”

“Oh, yes,” Penny groaned helplessly.  “Your skin is so slippery and smooth.  Ow it hurts…” she protested, not talking about Channah any more.

“I love it!  And I love you, my passive little bitch,” Channah growled, continuing to slide up and down, up and down, pressing harder for her own sense of closeness, before smashing her face back down on Penny’s, using her tongue to drive so deep down her throat that pure reflex made Penny try to escape, while Channah used the mattress beneath her and Channah’s mouth above her to trap her and hold her in place, leaving her little mouse with nowhere to flee. 

Literature Section “06-90[X] Tongue-Tied Penance”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 90 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1081 words::Explicit 1144 words—Accompanying Images:  1803-1805—Published 2025-05-12—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.