Tag: magic

1949 06-121 The Evil Queen Bee seducing Her retinue
1950 06-121 Let ME find the path for you, my pretties

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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1931 06-120 Faerie Light of the Honeycomb
1947 06-120 Blacklight in the Wilderness
1948 06-120 Begging her to show them the way

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.


1923 06-119 FINALLY, I’ve found London’s vilest asshole!
1924 06-119 I mean to ride and whip you harder than any horse.  Who’s still interested?
1930 06-119 Final warning—I’ll make even the MOST desperate and depraved of ye’ll rue meeting me

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

Explicit version containing graphic descriptive themes at 06-119X The Long March of Shame at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

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.

1914 06-117 The Agony of St. Penance in the Judas Cradle
1915 06-117 The Demon Inquisitrix of Cambridge
1916 06-117 The Passionate Impalement of St. Chastity

1917 06-117 The Rapturous Martyrdom of St. Chastity
1918 06-117 Sissy Breaker. Bitchmaker. Soultaker.  Kneel!
1919 06-117 The Tortured Epiphany of St. Penance

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

Putting one arm across Chastity’s chest to hold her, she used the other to reach between them, attaching the front of her harness to the corresponding nodes on the back of Chastity’s vest, snap to snap and strap to buckle, until her hands were no longer needed, and Chastity dangled like a joey in a pouch or a forward-facing child in a papoose.   Well, she dangled almost like a joey or a child, if its hands were still tied behind its back, and instead of a protective pouch,  leather straps binding her in place to Kadidia, but leaving her helpless and her nude body exposed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Literature Section “06-117[X] Slut-Shaming Spectacle”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 117 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1031 words::Explicit 1162 words—Accompanying Images:  1914-1919—Published 2025-06-16—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

1913 06-116 Sissymaker Kadidia shows off her new toys
1914 06-116 Girls’ first post-makeover portrait
1915 06-116 Master makes her girls feel giddy and embarrassed
1916 06-116 Their moment of clarity:  Broken girls first start to beg for heavier control

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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.

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1906 06-115 Road Runner Kadidia–coming in hot
1907 06-115 Wiley Coyote girls–Oh NO!
1908 06-115 Road-Runner Kadidia–BEEP! BEEP!
1909 06-115 Wiley Coyote girls–UH OH!

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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?”

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1898 06-113 I trust you
1899 06-113 You DO know how this ends, don’t you, my little fuckpig?
1900 06-113 Wait–you would never…?!
1901 06-113 The Shredding of Hell
1902 06-113 Evaporation of a thousand fallen angels

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PREVIOUSLY:  As Channah and Penny grow close, and Kadidia toys with Chastity, Channah has humiliatingly forced the girls to confess that they both know Chastity loves her friend Penny in a way Penny does not reciprocate.  Now Channah cajoles Penny into trying to enjoy giving herself to Chastity, knowing she will cross a moral line and a personal boundary in service to Channah.  NOW:

“And for your first boy, Penny, Chas is my gift to you.

“And you love Chas, too, don’t you?”

“Yes!  Yes!”  Penny nodded frantically, back on solid ground.  “I do!’

Of course, Channah insisted on twisting the knife and cutting to the nerve, viciously leering:  “But not the way she loves you, do you, sweetie?”

And when she hesitated, Chas caterwauled:  “Just say it, Penny!”  She, too, was bawling, tears streaming down her face.  “She’s not going to let you—just say it and get it over with!  I know.  Do you think I don’t know?  That’s—why I tried to lie—”

Penny made a croaking sound:  “I’m sorry, Chas.  Not in that way.  But for real, for real, I love you as my friend!  As a sister!”

Chas bawled even harder, sobbing:  “I’m SORRY…. I—I didn’t plan to!  Ever!  But that hurts even more than I could have imagined!”

And now Penny was apologizing back to Chas.  Channah met Kadidia’s syes, the same fire shooting between them that all the succubae—and judging by the noise, all the devils and demons below, too—were feeling as they gobbled up the scene of pathos in front of them.

“But Penny, now you have a way to show Chas how much you love her.  You can let her become a girl.  You became a girl because you are one, a very traditional girl born for the bottom, with everybody.  All you had to do was admit it, and see it for yourself.  But Chas is both, a boy and a girl.  The only way he can become a girl is if you can accept him as a girl in spirit, while he’s physically a boy in every way.  You want to do that for Chas, don’t you, honey?”

Penny, crying even as Channah’s hand moved faster and faster on her penis, nodded. 

“In fact… you’ve wanted it, too… even though you know it’s wrong.  Even though you know boys are not for you.  Because you miss how close you girls can be to one another emotionally.  Even though you know it’s a sin and would have sent you straight to hell… if you weren’t there already.”

The coven members spontaneously applauded and whistled at this, like some caricature of a Greek chorus, or as if cheering for Hell’s team at a home football game.

“YES!”  roared Judah, raising his fists.

“Go, Channah!” squealed Rivqah and Miryam, jumping up and down. 

“Another degenerate bites the dust,” Kadidia directed her narration, and her cruel grin, with particularity at Chastity, who shrank slightly.

Channah, merriment in her eyes, continued:  “You feel an urge to play with boys who like you, boys like Chastity was, even though you know it’s wrong and you know it’s not for you.  Don’t you?  JUST so they like you?  JUST so you can please them, DON’T you?  TELL ME THE TRUTH!”

“I don’t know, Domina!”  Penny howled, and Channah knew she spoke absolutely the truth from the pain in her voice.  “I don’t know…” she wept quietly.  “If you say so—I just don’t—I know you know me better than I do….  I do like to please people…” and then in a broken whisper:  “So it must be true….”

Channah felt a burst of heat that made her gasp, conscious of Kadidia’s sharp look, but determined to ignore it and act as if she was operating with all the passion of a waterwheel.  “Then trust me, and tell me what you know I know!”

“It’s true, Domina.  It’s true!  I do love Chas, and I—I have longed to—to be close—”

“Really?”  Chas asked in a dazed, amazed little squeaky voice, which Channah completely drowned out with her own roar: 

“To WHAT?!”

“To SIN with her—” Penny shook her head, as snotty and tearstained as Chas, both of them blubbering like, well, little girls, stripped and humbled to their cores by Channah in the heteraslakos.

“So what I want you to do, baby, is only for you to do exactly what you’ve secretly been wanting all along.  First with Chas, then with others.  Give yourself to Chas, as freely and honestly as you have given yourself to me.  Will you do that baby?  For me?  For you?!  I want you to not just allow Chas to take you, but to enjoy it, even though it won’t be sexual for you.  Let Chas and the rest of us help you realize your potential to enjoy yourself with pure, Platonic love for her, for the sake of servicing her, for the sake of serving me, with someone you love, innocently and truly.  Can you do that for me?”

Penny nodded again through her tears. 

“And… is a little part of you excited about it?  A little part that’s missed Chas all this time?”

Penny nodded, crying.

“Then say it!”

“I—I want—”

“SAY IT!”

“I want you, Chastity!  Please, I miss being close to you, and I want you to be able to be a girl like me.  And… I want to be a girl for you, the girl you want,” Penny blubbered and wailed.

“Penny!”  Chastity managed poignantly, before her noises devolved into unintelligible squalling. 

“And now, Penance, I want you to prove to Chastity, and the Coven, and your qahramanah, and everyone else, and most of all yourself, how the idea excites you, how much you care, and how hard you’ll try, and what a passionate little girl you are, so that none of them—and most of all, not you—will ever believe again you’re the safe, straitlaced little prude you pretend!  That’s why I’m touching you so sweetly, so quickly—to give you another big-boy chance to show us what a big man you are by having a real, masculine, macho release instead of a squealy little-girl moment.  So show us!  Show us what a man you can be!  Last chance!  Right—right—NOWWWWWW!!!!!”  Channah shrieked, a long, drawn out, cry fading into softness as she murmured:  “Oh you’re such a good passive girl, Penny, I looove you so much baby.”

With a squawking, squalling, mewling noise more pitiful and worse than any noise she’d ever wanted to make in her whole life, the thing she had feared the most, happened again.

“Oh, look at that precious face!”  Channah managed over her laughter and through her own humming high.  “How was that sweetie?  That didn’t look like a man, and I bet it didn’t feel like a man either, did it?  And here I gave you every chance!  I was right, wasn’t I?  Wasn’t I, sissy?!”

“NOOOOOO!!!!!  YES, DOMINA!”   Penny agonized.  “It was HORRIBLE again!”  and as she sobbed and wiggled and shuddered with the misery of her plight, the succubae and even the red devils below dissolved in harder laughter.

“UUNNGGHH!!!”  Channah’s voice gurgled and bubbled at the very bottom of her range, a sound that even managed to penetrate Penny’s overloaded consciousness it was so much deeper than any female’s voice ever should be, as Channah shocked herself by peaking again.  Halfway through it, her voice broke, being hoarse for a second before she screamed at her highest pitch, shocked and overcome, grabbing Penny and holding her as tightly as she possibly could, while Channah just froze, fearing her own heart, such as it was, might stop.

Her eyes widened even further as they refocused, drawn by the extreme and tortured noises coming from below, watching in disbelief past Penny as all the devils started moving—too fast for the verb—they started vibrating, back and forth, and at a frantic pace, like guitar strings, turning into blurs below.  And then some of them—many of them—simply exploded, like rotten tomatoes hurled and smashing and smearing against the desert and their fellows’ bodies, making the desert sand even redder, leaving only gristle and guts and bits of bone like a grisly soup spattered on and all around the survivors.  One rogue bit was even propelled all the way up to hit Channah in the face, an inch from her mouth, which she licked and sucked up instantly, almost before Penny had seen it, definitely before Penny could process its existence or nature.

THAT, Channah knew now, is what had been wrong earlier:  the wetness, the slickness—it was a fucking desert!

At the end, she had pulled Penny so hard, that she left bruises on Penny’s thighs.  Not that Penny could possibly have noticed it in the maelstrom of her own fiery, punishing exertions; or thought about much else than her own feelings, drowning her like a tidal wave; feelings Channah could still feel shredding her psyche.

When she was done, Channah practically collapsed, noticing the surviving devils staggering and struggling to keep their balance below.  She only half-remembered the members of her                                            coven gently dragging and pulling her back, away from the ledge, and out of Kadidia’s way.

Kadidia, who’d just—barely—had the presence of mind when the devils had… lost their shit, or whatever the hell had happened down there!, to yank Chastity away from the edge and sling her on her back to the mattress near Esmeray before she could see anything the succubae couldn’t explain away. 

Judah operated the heavy locking mechanism that connected the length of metal Penny was hanging from, rigidly and reliably to the adjacent section; and then pulled the section of railing clockwise back, therefore swinging Penny back over the relative safety of the platform, before unlocking her anchor points and dropping her back down onto solid ground as Penny grunted with the impact and then softly sighed— —only to screech in panic in the very next moment as her oily, greased body, released from the anchor points, began sliding again down the very same trail of sticky-slippery stone that had launched her into space before.  Only if she went over this time, it would be without the benefit of any railing to hold her, or succubae to bind her to it!

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1893 06-112 PLEASE make me a girl, Goddess Kadidia! the awestruck boy begged
1894 06-112 KNEEL when you talk to me, the Dark Goddess commanded
1895 06-112 They ALL want to play with me?! *giggle*
1896 06-112 Really, Master, you can’t expect me to….
1897 06-112 Ooooh….  Push me HARD, Master!

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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 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!”

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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.

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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.

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