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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!
Literature Section “06-113[X] Apocalyptogasm”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 113 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1674 words::Explicit 1898 words—Accompanying Images: 1898-1902—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.
