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07-28 Penetrating Intimacy (abridged version)

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*2131 07-28 Slavebride contemplating life in her new household*

*2133 07-28 I must know every detail of how you suffer for me, babydoll… tell me!*

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

Explicit version containing sodomy, analpenetration, prostatestimulation, bullying, punishment, overpowering, consensualnonconsent, orgasm, chastity, goldenshowers, and watersports themes at 07-28X Penetrating Intimacy at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY: Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise. After becoming concerned Chastity was playing her (and afraid she was being gullible), Channah angrily and rigorously tested Penny by pushing her limits. Now, happily reassured, they are making up by making love. NOW:

Channah and Penance were pressed close together, so intimate spiritually, sexually, and romantically they were almost fused into a single love monster. Their lips were locked in a seemingly never-ending sweet mint kiss they were both drowning in. Their breasts were pressed against and pushing on one another like bubbles sliding and squishing in a hot tub. Channah’s belly-button was jerking and smashing Penny’s little damsel in distress. The front of Channah’s thighs were crushed against the lowest part of Penny’s bottom, and her hands were brutally gripping and kneading Penny’s always-sensitive, but now sore red buttocks as her main source of leverage making Penny grunt and cry out around Channah’s big tongue. Well… it probably accounted for up to half of Penny’s passionate cries. Along with the way Channah was making Penny open up with an overwhelming combination of pleasant and painful sensations that were shorting out her brain and making it spark and smoke and sputter, almost as incoherently as the drivel of noises she was trying to make around Channah’s big tongue.

“Awww… poor sweetie….” Channah murmured around Penny’s mouth. As the undisputed and emphatic dominant in their relationship, she could speak—or allow her toy to speak—whenever she wanted. After all, she was literally, as well as metaphorically, on top; it was her weight pinning her smaller lover down; her hands and feet were her own, whereas Penny’s were tightly chained above her head, her ankles only a few inches from her wrists, her legs framing her face and breasts; and even Channah’s head was free to move and twist, unlike Penny’s, which was trapped between Channah’s hungry teeth and the hard stone lounge chair where Channah was taking—well, whatever she wanted—from Penny, with Penny’s eager compliance. “Are mommy’s hands—” she curled her fingers to drive her fingernails into Penny’s haunches, instantly making Penny’s noises rise at least an octave and the helpless movement of Penny’s hands and feet and body accelerate. “Huwting wittle baby?” she asked with faux sympathy.

“Yes, Domina,” Penny cried when Channah eased the pressure on her lips enough to allow her to do so.

“Are you asking me to stop my rough play with you, baby?” she asked. They continued speaking between intense kisses, as Channah decided and permitted.

“No! No Master! Please, Domina, I want you to do whatever you want with me! Use me—” She crushed her mouth down on Penny’s again, choking off her pitiful surrender.

“But it is hurting, and you—being a soft little baby sissy wimp, don’t like to be hurt, do you?”

“No, Domina, except that—that I want to please you even more!”

“Oh please, stop it!” she chortled. “Do you or do you not enjoy being hurt?”

“I—I’m sensitive—”

“Oh, sensitive!” She whooped with laughter. “Weak, you mean! But that’s okay,” she continued slyly, the sudden change in mood a screaming red flag Penny had seen coming even before she raised it. “Poor baby, Mommy’s going to give your little bot-bot a break.” Drawing her hands back and slapping as hard as she could in the limited space under Penny’s buttocks (which, in Penny’s tender condition, was more than enough to elicit a howl muffled under Channah’s giggle), she ran her hands up Penny’s side, tickling and teasing her. Channah loved how she responded: Because she was so responsive, it made her helpless-slut-hyper-responsive to soft touches, just as it made her easily reducible to blubbering tears by hard blows that tougher men could take stoically).

Then Channah shifted her hands to Penny’s legs, trailing them lightly up towards her delicate ankles, laughing to see Penny brace herself and wriggle a bit more and squeak around Channah’s tongue, knowing instantly where her hands were going but unable to do anything to stop it. Without breaking her aggressive kiss or interrupting her rhythm, Channah laid her arms back on Penny’s legs and her hands on those ever-sensitive soles, tickling them again.

“Fallen one, the way you move when I tickle you—you’re shaking and jiggling me like an earthquake!” And realizing she was going to finish before she had expected, she applied the twister to Penny’s lowest little organs without letting up or showing any mercy to her feet, knowing Penny was starting to soften from the overwhelming combination of sensations. The poor girl was thrashing and flailing and sweating and laughing-not-laughing, wailing around Channah’s tongue, her eyes tightly shut with the tension in her face, mirroring the tension in her body as the relentless tickling and kissing and gagging and stuffing and the radiating heat from her bottom bouncing and scraping on the stone lounge all combined to overcome her control and rout any last semblance of presence of mind she might have had.

As Channah broke their kiss to roar and bellow her conqueror’s cry of victory, the removal of her tongue and lips allowed Penny’s passion to find its voice. Which at this point, had been reduced to a raspy, sobbing, crying, grunting, pleading, wailing gibberish of semi-coherent begging and protesting. Penny’s weak and pathetic harmony was almost an octave higher than Channah’s gruff melody. Even as Channah finished, Penny did too. Penny’s face was etched with the intensity of the pleasure and discomfort she was experiencing simultaneously, as her sounds edged towards a hopeless, exhausted sobbing.

Sniffing to confirm her immediate impression, Channah cruelly taunted Penny: “Oh, sweetie! You’re having your first bladder-and-prostate experience, aren’t you? Oh-ho-ho, how does it feel baby darling?”

“It’s awful,” Penny yowled miserably. “I don’t even understand what’s happening in my body or what I’m feeling….” She sobbed and moaned in confession, while Channah was laughing so hard she let her arms and legs go to rubber and collapsed onto Penny.

Literature Section “07-28[X] Penetrating Intimacy”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 28 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 963 words::Explicit 1079 words—Accompanying Images: 2131-2134—Published 2025-07-28—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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07-26 Teaching Her How to Swallow (abridged version)

2025-07-262025-07-19 admin

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

Explicit version containing oralsex, fellatio, deepthroat, swallowing, orgasm, bullying, overpowering, and consensualnonconsent themes at 07-26X Teaching Her How to Swallow at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY: Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise. After becoming concerned Chastity was playing her (and afraid she was being gullible), Channah has been angrily and rigorously testing Penny by pushing her limits; now she has chained her down with her wrists and ankles locked above her head. NOW:

“You’re in quite a pickle, aren’t you, little Princess?” Channah teased her.

“I am! Yes, Mistress!” She protested. “Please, Domi—”

“Let me see…” she cut her girl off. “I seem to remember you’re… ticklish!” she roared, pouncing on the soft, vulnerable soles of Penny’s feet, tickling them while Penny jumped and jerked and squealed and hyperventilated and kicked. “Was that a rhetorical question, do you think, Penny?” she snarked.

“No Domina, I—I am ticklish, Domina! I’m ticklish!”

And she continued tickling and tormenting her for another minute or two, reveling in the girl’s extreme reaction. “Oh, Pleaser,” she mumbled, “I don’t know why, but the results of the tickle test are as conclusive as those of the batting test: I have a best-in-class—by which I mean, wimpiest, most-pathetic, weakest, and most-sensitive—sissy ever on my hands! Darling, you are going to be helpless before me!”

“I know! I already am! I always have been, Domina!” she cried, an ineffectual protest directed at no one. “Of COURSE I am! But I don’t know why I was made this way!”

Moving around to the side of the lounge and watching Penny’s face as she calmed down and recovered her breath, she felt another stab of intense pleasure between her legs when Penny finally opened her shy eyes and blushed prettily for her Domina. “I love you so much, Domina,” she pledged, her eyes so big and honest Channah just melted.

“Oh, Princess, I love you! Don’t you see it, silly? You were made for me: body and soul, my perfect plaything!” She felt the familiar changes in her lower body while an even-more-embarrassed Penny looked down at it and whispered:

“Oh, my! Made for just you…. Only you?” she mused, sounding kind of distracted and bemused. “Gawd, maybe I was…” and then she whispered, very quietly, looking up at Channah in wonder with the biggest most-innocent eyes Channah could remember seeing as Channah climbed onto the stone lounge over her: “Is it really possible, Domina?”

“Oh yes, slut. Oh yes it is!” And standing with her feet just against the outsides of Penny’s hips, she leaned forward, resting her knees on the elevated section of the lounge and wordlessly presenting herself to Penny. Licking her lips and taking in a deep breath, Penny opened wide. Resting her elbows on Penny’s lower arms and sighing with pleasure, she used the stability of her elbows and knees to remain just at the line between what her girl could and could not handle. “Oh, that’s it, you dirty bitch! Oh… someday soon, I’m going to teach you to love all of me!” The noises coming out of her slave’s mouth went up in pitch and almost sounded like her vocal cords were involved in trying to articulate actual words. Channah nodded and laughed: “I mean it, you will learn! And honey… as long as you wear my collar, we have –literally—all the time in the world to train you. We’ll get there. Oh! I’m looking forward to that! I’ll ask my metalsmith if she can’t tweak one of your final chakra guards to help with that….”

Rotating and bouncing her hips, gently and carefully, as she panted and bit her lip, she sank into a hazy state of bliss. Suddenly, she laughed again—more softly, with delight instead of power—and giggled: “I just realized: with my elbows on your forearms, if I cross my arms…” and Penny, squealing in protest, felt what Channah was about to say, even as she said it: “I can tickle your feet!” And, hooting, she proceeded to do just that, snorting and bucking on top of Penny, crying out deliriously: “The way you’re moving! Oh shit! Oh shit! I’m goooonnnnnaaaah!”

Her poor girl was wiggling, struggling to breathe, helpless with Channah driving her to distraction even before the final complication Channah imposed on her. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuh-huh-huh-huh-huck!” Channah snarled, losing herself completely.

Shaking her head to clear it and using one hand to brush her hair back out of her eyes, Channah finally collected herself enough to look down at the noisy, thrashing mess below her and gasped: “Oh, shit!” as the girl gasped for breath. “Oh, you’re glad I love you, darling… I kind of lost myself there, didn’t I, sweetheart? Oh, there, there, baby…. Breathe, honeygirl, It’s okay…” she calmed and soothed her babygirl, feeling everything at the same time: deep love, genuine concern for her well-being, and a secret pride at how thoroughly she had topped the little bitch. “That was so satisfying,” she admitted, continuing dreamily: “It’s going to be even better after I’ve finished training you….” Slipping off the lounge, she grabbed her bag, then returned to the lounge, sitting down right in front of Penny’s hips, using a clean rag to settle her while Channah made soothing, loving noises, her eyes dancing with impish pleasure at her girl’s teary eyes and exhausted face. And then, managing to sound surprised, as if she’d just come across this helpless, befuddled girl tied up in a forest, the effect only slightly spoiled by her sniggering: “Sweetie, you’re a complete mess!” Whining sympathetically, she leaned in, almost like she was going to kiss her, and then shook her head as if scandalized. “Oh, darling! Here, drink, drink, drink it all down,” she sang, holding her canteen to Penny’s lips and pouring water in her mouth. Then she unwrapped a small, translucent ellipsoid, carefully tipping the canteen until a small squirt of water cascaded down over the ellipsoid, and began applying it to Penny’s face, nodding encouragingly when Penny instinctively pulled her head back from the smell. “It’s mint. Don’t you like it?”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny spoke softly, subdued. Subdued… just the idea of it made Channah tingle.

Literature Section “07-26[X] Teaching Her How to Swallow”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 26 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 967 words::Explicit 1232 words—Accompanying Images: 2123-2125, 2123X, 2126X—Published 2025-07-26—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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07-18 The Reluctant Penitent (abridged version)

2025-07-182025-07-18 admin

*2068 07-18 Angel in a wilderness of demons*

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

Explicit version containing cruelty and graphic description themes at 07-18X The Reluctant Penitent at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY: Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise. After sharing an extreme, intense, intimate scene together in the garden gazebo that made them feel closer than ever, Chastity infuriated Channah by balking at one of her requests. NOW:

“Dry off and come here!” she barked, snapping her fingers to emphasize her urgency, and collecting Chastity’s bonds from where she had dropped them. “If Penny’s been able to get away wi—if I’ve been gullible enough—it’s the spell. It has to be the damn spell.” As soon as she had Chastity in front of her, she stopped thinking aloud, spun her around, and rebound her arms behind her back. Squatting down, she reattached Chastity’s leg cuffs and used two lengths of chain in series to hobble Chastity without immobilizing her, stopping suddenly midway through standing back up to check her box, causing Chastity’s stomach to lurch again, stricken that she had lost her Domina’s trust to such an extent.

As soon as she was done, she took Chastity by the arm and began marching quicktime towards the house, half-leading and half-dragging Chastity, who whimpered and gasped desperately as she shuffled her feet as quickly as possible so as to keep up with Channah. Over and over she almost tripped over herself as she was hustled at a speed much higher than she could manage in her condition. She whimpered when she couldn’t help herself; but made every effort to remain quiet. When they finally reached the house, Channah led her back to the wedding gift boxes and turned her around with her back to the boxes.

In dead silence, she searched through the boxes to find whatever it was she was looking for, if indeed she had a specific objective. At one point, Chastity could hear her moving further into the room holding the wedding gifts, over by the cliff front where Chastity had seen a line of armoires and dressers, opening and closing drawers and doors. Finally returning and standing behind Chastity, she began by gagging her. “I hope this is uncomfortable,” she growled, an undernote of fury still in her voice despite its civilized, calm veneer. “This will be for our benefit and amusement of course—Penny’s and mine—because your senses will be magically blocked.” And when Chastity immediately started breathing faster, she added: “Don’t worry, I won’t take your sense of touch or your internal awareness. I assure you, taking away your sense of touch is the very last thing I’d do. I can promise that whatever misery you are suffering, Penny will be experiencing five or ten times as much to test that her loyalty and devotion are sincere.” Chastity made a mournful sound that was interrupted to express pain when Channah began slipping a hair shirt over her.

“As a Christian, I’m sure you’ll be happy to know that this is an authentic camel-hair hair-shirt, that we have done everything possible to match the exact kind used in Judea during Biblical times.” Chastity started grunting in surprise as the hair shirt, essentially a long, narrow blanket with a hole in the middle for the wearer’s head and neck, covered with stiff bristles that poked and scratched the wearer, slipped over her shoulders, under her bound arms, and was belted in place. “If you haven’t noticed, all of my toys are the very most-authentic. I will not tolerate lackadaisical efforts or shoddy quality from anyone!” From the second the hair-shirt was in place, Chastity felt miserable and moving made it even worse. “What could be more appropriate for your penance?

Channah walked her over toward the line of armoires next to a sturdy, heavy metal one, with heavy latches and locks on the outside and a grill to allow air to circulate through it. Chastity started shaking her head and whining as Channah opened the doors and, using one hand on Chas’s head and the other on her chest, pushed her in. The armoire was too short to stand in, and too narrow to lie down in. Seated in the armoire, Chastity started sobbing as Channah blindfolded her and swung her legs up into the confined space. “Oh, stop whimpering like a baby and be grateful you’re so petite. Imagine how uncomfortable this cabinet is for big, burly men—real men—like most of my lovers, instead of a skinny little shrimp like you! You’re lucky!”

The last thing she heard, saw, smelled or tasted before Channah added the earplugs was Channah snarling: “There! Say 1,000 Hail Lilliths and see if you can’t work out a way to screw yourself with that tiny little cock!” And she felt, rather than heard or saw, the door being slammed shut on her.

Penny was awakened—or at least, came to full awareness—lying on her side in Channah’s big, soft bed, with her head on her Domina’s big, soft pillow; a share of her Domina’s weight gently coming to rest on the side of her face, and the sweet smell of her skin filling her nostrils. As she blinked her eyes open, instinctively covering her eyes with her hand to give her eyes a chance to adjust, she realized that the Sun was up. But it wasn’t actually too bright; just a shade brighter than twilight. She also sorted out, with a surge of excitement, that her Domina must have pulled her thronelike chair up to the side of the bed and was sitting in it now, with her feet tickling Penny’s face. Her gorgeously perfect, juicy round toes, the ones it was obvious to both of them Penny had a thing for, filled Penny’s sight.

“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Channah said, trying to sound cheerful. Penny, who had been disconcerted wondering if it were morning or night, was grateful for the information.

“Ap!” and when Penny tried to move she pushed her feet further forward so they were resting on Penny’s face, left foot on her eyes, right foot on her nose and mouth, making it clear she wanted Penny to stay where she was.

“Mistress, mmm… yes…. I just—I just—”

“What?” she asked sharply, and Penny, knowing something was displeasing her, gushed hurriedly:

“I desperately need to—my bladder!”

She laughed, not nicely, pushing and pulling her feet over Penny’s face, sounding pleased when she felt Penny’s lips puckering to kiss her right foot. “Are you sure it’s so urgent?”

“Oh yes Mistress—I must have slept—”

“Sixteen… eighteen… maybe even twenty hours?” Penny groaned. “Domina, even if was sixteen hours—PLEASE!”

Literature Section “07-18[X] The Reluctant Penitent”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 18 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1051 words::Explicit 1119 words—Accompanying Images: 2066-2069—Published 2025-07-18—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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07-17 Channah’s Cold Fury (abridged version)

2025-07-172025-07-11 admin

*2062 07-17 In my fantasy, this valley is PACKED with sinners*

*2064 07-17 The Fire that Burns Twice as Bright*

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

Explicit version containing bullying, punishment, consensualnonconsent, asstomouth, and filth themes at 07-17X Channah’s Cold Fury at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

Chastity, still upset, locked herself up in her box as fast as she could, desperate not to further upset her Domina, even as Channah continued to vent her frustration and rage at Chastity: “In Hell, as on Earth, occasionally giving you orders you find repugnant, and you then obeying them willingly, is a vital part of every relationship because it proves—to both of us, and also to everyone else, that our relationship is solid and real, and that we are clear on our respective positions. Remember what I was telling you about communication! Actions always speak louder than mere words. Always. When a subordinate executes an order they find repugnant, it proves both that that specific hierarchy, and that hierarchy itself, is sacrosanct to both the master and the slave. That’s what subordination is! Subordinating your ‘self,’ to someone else—some other ‘self’! Sometimes, to prove their loyalty and commitment, dirty humiliation slaves like Penny have to take pain, and even be stupid for me, as hard as those assignments are for them. And sometimes, for the exact same reason, dumb pain sluts like you need to eat filth.”

The moment Channah heard the distinctive click of the lock shutting on the box, she reseized Chastity’s hair, forcing her to look up again. Then she immediately slapped Chastity’s other cheek, watching her start to open her mouth to breathe without smelling, realize what that would lead to, snap her lips shut again, and struggle uselessly to work out some way to breathe fresh-smelling air. Channah even felt Chastity make ineffectual little efforts towards pulling her face out of Channah’s hands and away.

Glaring down at her, Channah raised an eyebrow and sighed impatiently. “You’re not getting away from me, you little weakling. So stop your wiggling! And in the meantime, I’m waiting: For what you and I have both just agreed you’re going to do eventually. What—are you so desperate for my attention you want another beating? Is that it? Or do you want me to hang you back up on your hook and let you think—”

Sobbing, Chastity opened her mouth, visibly struggling to make her muscles obey her decision, instead of her instincts, to perform her assigned task.

“Good job, darling,” Channah praised Chastity, her voice only slightly curt, her face almost back to normal with just a slight stiffness betraying the fact that she had not fully gotten past Chastity’s misbehavior. She did kiss the top of Chastity’s head—as close to her mouth as Channah was willing to come. “You cleaned really well. I know it was hard for you, darling; and as long as you show me you remember your station, then with the exception of periodically affirming our hierarchical relationship, I will control you and punish you with pain instead of filth.” And then her voice, in a single beat, turned harsh and resentful again: “But don’t you dare lie to me about your feelings, ever again!”

“I didn—” she began, then, catching Channah’s eyes, she stopped, as Channah made clear:

“You told me you were my girl—but you weren’t. Liar!”

Chastity nodded unhappily: “Yes, Domina. I’m so, so, so sorry, Domina. I want to do anything I can to make it up to y—” But Channah raised a hand, her expression hard enough that Chastity wasn’t going to argue with it, and she shut up.

After making sure they had all of the wedding presents, they returned to the bathing pool, where Chastity spent half of her time pouring soap in her mouth, brushing it vigorously with fingers and clean rags and anything else she could find, so hard that she gagged herself, gargling water to rinse her mouth, before beginning the cycle all over again. Channah was quiet and intense, and Chastity just did her best to stay near her yet out of her way.

When Channah was clean, the Eastern sky was just starting to brighten from complete night to twilight. Gloriously naked, she was drying herself off when she finally spoke to Chastity again. By this time, the girl was feeling lonely and anxious, more eager for opportunities to get back into her Domina’s good graces, than she was scared of setting Channah off.

“Before you resisted me, I would have said it would be hard to imagine Penny and I bonding as closely as you and I did today. I was going to ask you to stay down here while I initiated her into our private married life.” Her lips turned down, reflecting her mood and her level of concern. “Now, I’m wondering if I was as wrong about Penny as I was about you.” Chas felt as if a knife had been plunged into her gut, and her eyes burned with the urge to cry again. “Only with Penny it would be worse. You deceived me for a few minutes. Not that difficult to get past. But if Penny deceived me….” Channah gave Chastity a look that made Chastity suddenly afraid for Penny, and she felt her heart rising into her throat as she worried what danger she had put Penny in with her big mouth and her intransigence, and what exactly the danger was, so she could try to figure out a way of protecting her best friend from it. She felt sick to her stomach.

“If Penny deceived me, she’s been doing it for days.” Then her features became even harder. “Maybe even years…” she said to herself, startling Chastity. Chastity covered up her surprise as best and as fast as she could, lest she betray any reaction to Channah that might upset her or set her off. Several times, Chastity opened her mouth, trying desperately to come up with something to say that would protect Penny from whatever Channah’s mad, paranoid speech was leading her to. And every time she slammed it shut again when her mind became crowded with ideas about all the ways her planned speech could go wrong and make things even worse.

“In any event, I need to know. And if Penny is a liar…” the hard glint in Channah’s eyes was not good to see.

Literature Section “07-17[X] Channah’s Cold Fury”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 17 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1031 words::Explicit 1169 words—Accompanying Images: 2062-2065—Published 2025-07-17—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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07-16 The Three Kinds of Slut (abridged version)

2025-07-162025-07-11 admin

*2060 07-16 What is so hard about cleaning up after yourself?!*

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

Explicit version containing bullying, punishment, chastity, consensualnonconsent, asstomouth, and filth themes at 07-16X The Three Kinds of Slut at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY: After a week of hazing by the succubae, Chastity and Penance have finally begun their honeymoon with Channah. Channah and Chastity awoke before dawn and shared an extreme, intense scene together in the garden gazebo where Chastity proclaimed she was totally Channah’s, and would belong to her forever and always. Now Channah has asked her to clean up. NOW:

Chastity made a small face, pulling slightly away, and gestured toward the creek. “Please, let me do it properly for you, the creek water—”

Channah laughed mirthlessly, grabbing her hair tightly and forcing her to look Channah in the eyes, the same strain somehow etched into both of their faces. “There’s only one proper way, jariya, and this is it.”

“Only it will be much cleaner if we—” and she broke off, startled and stung to see Channah’s crestfallen face; and then terrified to see it twisting into rage. “Domina, It’s just—it’s just—you have to see, the best thing for you is what’s most hygienic. The problem—”

“I understand the problem very well.” Channah’s face was overcome with such a look of betrayal it pierced and horrified Chastity with both fear and guilt. “It’s ‘just’ that you think you’re too good to do what I have in mind. You’re my dumb pain slut. Penny’s my dirty humiliation slut. It’s a division of labor that works well, and lets all three of us get closer than we otherwise could have, because we each share something special and strong and even unique with each of the others.” And then, with an agonized, despising look that cut Chastity to the quick, she hurled: “But you’re obviously not my girl. Never was.”

“No, I swear I am—”

“Shut your mouth when I’m speaking to you!” Channah roared, making Chastity blanch and shrink in shock. “Obviously, you don’t belong to me now! Let alone ‘forever and always.’” She turned her head to the side and spit contemptuously at the idea, at Chastity’s mendacity, and at her own stupidity, while Chastity dropped her eyes in shame, the only movement she could make. “Only, Hell is hierarchical, and absolute. Held together by power and place, dominance and submission—not peace or love or respect!” Somehow, she managed to make all three of those latter nouns sound like insults. “Knowing what kind of slut you are, pain-pig or dirt-eater—sure, that’s important. But much more important—the single most important part of what I just said, for everyone to recognize, is that very last word I used to describe both of you.” And with a flick of her hips, she slapped the side of Chastity’s face, her eyes pitilessly blazing into Chastity’s fluttering, tearing-up eyes. “‘Slut.’ Before you’re any particular kind of slut, the fundamental fact is that you’re both my sluts, first and foremost. My slaves. My slavegirl whores. My kennel bitches. Do you know how you can tell if a bitch is one of my sluts?”

Too scared to try and bluff any kind of answer, Chastity just shook her head and wailed: “No, Dom—”

“If you do what I say, then you are mine.” She leaned closer, her face screwing up into an even more frightening visage than it had presented the moment before. And in a low, guttural voice, she demanded: “Tell me, little dunce: in your heart of hearts, do you think you have the courage to defy me? Or do you know—do you know, with certainty—that you will do anything and everything I ask, when all is said and done?”

Chastity hesitated, her eyes burning with shame and fumes, bursting back into tears again as realized she did know that answer. “I… I do know.”

“And?!”

“I—I will!” she looked up, shocked at the realization, at her certainty, her face almost pleading for Channah to contradict her.

But she did not: “Then. You’re. Mine.” A flicker of amusement crossed her face before being drowned back in the rage. “Duh. Now…” she laughed cruelly. “I know you’re ‘a little slow.’ But here’s a really simple way you can tell if you belong to me. Are you ready?” And she started nodding slowly and speaking extra-slowly, like she was trying to persuade a toddler to agree with something. “You signed an infernal indenture to me, in your own blood no less. Does that make sense to you, honeybunch? That you’re probably mine if you did that? Is it too much for you, or can you follow that cause-and-effect, muffin?” Channah growled with intolerable patronization, continuing to nod slowly.

But what could Chastity do, or say? Only nod along like a two-year old finally getting it, and agree in humiliation: “Yes, Domina.”

“But in case you’re still in doubt, here’s a third way you can be sure you’re mine: You’re my morganatic bride, sweetheart. You agreed to love, honor, obey, worship, lick my feet, and kiss my ass as one of my subordinate wives, didn’t you? Didn’t you?!”

“Yes, Domina,” she croaked through her streaming tears.

“And fourth, and finally, if you’re still not convinced: Most definitively, if you’ve ever been to the Hell of Lust, then you are mine. Because it is mine, along with everything in it! The succubae—every last one—are mine. The damned—every last one, red and white alike—are mine. The operatives who enter there are mine. The castles are mine. Even the rotting, discarded bones are mine. The very sand and sulphur? MINE!!! If you have been to the Hell of Lust, you are M-I-N-E. Do you finally get it?!”

“Yes, Domina!” Chastity bawled.

“Yet you are apparently so thick, I am still not convinced! ‘Jawari’ and ‘sister-wife’ are more-polite words for what you both are. But maybe I should stop confusing you by using them, because they don’t elevate your station in Hell, or change anything else about it. And no matter what you call them, in my experience, sometimes every slut, even those much brighter than you, my little ding-a-ling, from the most pathetic vagrant up to my own Duchesses of Hell—and you are all sluts to me—has to be reminded of her place. Reminders for her mind—and her body,” Channah pointed her chin down meaningfully, dropping Chastity’s box onto Chastity’s thighs. “Put that on, slut, while you’re soft. Now we both know we can’t rely on pain to make you soft, we must take advantage of this.” And she made her point by bobbing the thing that had already defeated her, right on the opening of Chas’s nose, then released—practically discarded—Chas’s head with a disgusted growl.

Literature Section “07-16[X] The Three Kinds of Slut”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 16 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1047 words::Explicit 1070 words—Accompanying Images: 2056-2061—Published 2025-07-16—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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07-15 The Sex Surpassing Her Understanding (abridged version)

2025-07-152025-07-11 admin

*2052 07-15 The future swallowed by a shadow*

*2054 07-15 Drink the Kool-Aid… DRINK the Kool-Aid…*

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

Explicit version containing bullying, chastity, orgasm, analpenetration, analsex, CBT, consensualnonconsent, and asstomouth themes at 07-15X The Sex Surpassing Her Understanding at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY: After a week of hazing by the succubae, and a looooong sleep, the first full day of Chastity’s and Penance’s honeymoon with Channah is finally beginning. Before dawn, while Penny sleeps, Channah suspends Chastity by her wrists and ankles from the roof of her gazebo deep in the garden, gags her, and tops the hell out of her. NOW:

“Fuuuuuccckkk that’s hot,” Channah blurted around their kiss as Chastity, shuddering and starting to cry. She felt Chastity jerk as her sensitive bottom felt what Channah was growing down there. With some difficulty, she forced herself to let go of her girl for a second to find something she needed, pausing when she turned back to absorb Chastity’s red face and pouring eyes and, above all, her utterly- and completely-helpless posture, feeling a flash of heat. “Ohhhhh…. Honeydoll, you are well and truly at my mercy. You’re as helpless as a newborn, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Domina!” Chas sobbed, crying a little louder and nodding her head pathetically.

Anointing herself, and Chastity, with olive oil, she carelessly tossed aside the jar. She rubbed the oil over her jariya’s bottom, practically chittering with delight as the girl danced and moaned and—

Channah froze for a second, scarcely believing her eyes, and then growled a deep-throated, forceful laugh that was different and striking enough, it caused Chastity to open her own eyes to see what was happening. She immediately followed Channah’s gaze downward to her own waist and squealed like a grammar-school student noticing a tarantula crawling up their torso.

Overcome, Channah invoked curses—this time, with her usual gusto and assertive sense of agency—enough to make devils blush. She practically pounced on Chastity, joining with her. “You’re mine now, aren’t you, little girl?”

“Yes, Domina!” Chas bawled. “I’m yours! I’m totally yours! I belong to you! Please, oh please—ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!” The expressions on this girl’s face as Channah took her, as hard as she could, understanding what she was feeling every time Channah pulled on her with her hands were an incredible—and for Channah, intoxicating—combination of pain, vulnerability, trust, and need. It was, she realized with a shuddering surprise, her head practically exploding with the epiphany, the way Penny made her feel every single time—the way Penny was built—and was precisely what made Penny the perfect demon-bait. It was what she imagined the one who had banished her experienced when humans suffered or even martyred themselves for their faith: Perfect happiness, perfect elation—no! Oh, shit! Her mind reeling, she decided it was perfect and selfless love, the love that asked for nothing in return and acted purely out of that… thing, that part of humanity their maker had shared with humans, what they called their soul.

Now Channah had to scream, burying her face in Chas’s shoulder to muffle the sound of her own banshee wail as she experienced something on a par with what she had experienced yesterday with Penny—both times in her male aspect. And she felt her cheeks redden in an unfamiliar embarrassment at how quickly she had finished. She wasn’t sure if it was the depth and breadth of the magical connections she had forged with these two girls, or the excitement of what they had helped her begin yesterday, or the sheer perversity of the fact that to be able to capitalize on all she had invested in them, she could not do with either of them what she did as naturally as breathing. She snorted into Chastity’s neck, shaking her head at the irony of it all, and decided what she was experiencing was probably a combination of all three factors working together. Perhaps in combination with other factors she wasn’t as focused on right now.

As her last tremors finally subsided, she sighed and laughed ruefully, deciding the pleasure was something for her to embrace and enjoy, rather than worry about. Returning to her lover’s mouth, the two of them shared another long, slow, sensual, completely-uneven kiss: Channah standing proud and tall, fully refreshed, master of her own fate and her own world; Chastity hanging helplessly, badly-used by her master, her muscles and skin aching, sobbing, whimpering, weak and broken. But both of them feeling united by their passion and the intense connection their intimacy had forged between them.

Finally, Channah pulled her head back and whispered: “Are you going to be my good girl if I let you down?”

“Yes, Domina,” she nodded hopefully. “Please, Domina. I will be! Forever and always!”

“Aww….” And Channah couldn’t resist kissing her, just a minute or two more. Finally, with a sigh, Channah reached up and yanked Chastity’s ankle chain from the hook, drinking up her ache as her body tried to readjust. She was hanging by her wrists, her legs too numb and rubbery to support her. “One last kiss, while we still can.”

Her girl looked up with her with wide, alarmed eyes. “While we–?” Channah kissed her quiet, then yanked her wrists off the hook and eased her down to a kneeling position at Channah’s feet.

“Before you’re too dirty,” Channah clarified brutally, shuffling to move it right into Chastity’s face. “You know what to do. You’ve seen Penny do it.”

Literature Section “07-15[X] The Sex Surpassing Her Understanding“—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 15 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 819 words::Explicit 1101 words—Accompanying Images: 2051-2055—Published 2025-07-15—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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07-14 The Agony and the Ecstasy (abridged version)

2025-07-142025-07-10 admin

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

Explicit version containing bullying, chastity, masturbation, CBT, and consensualnonconsent themes at 07-14X The Agony and the Ecstasy at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

“It’s confusing… even disorienting… isn’t it? Because it’s like being punished and loved at the same time. But imagine what it’s like to be me, that is, if you can get past yourself for a minute! I need to punish you but I want to love you!

I mean, think about how much work it’s going to be with you trussed up like this, hanging like a side of beef—well,” she laughed, “Let’s be honest: not really beef. I know! A side of lamb! My little lamb-chop.” And she began timing her blows to match and emphasize the words of her speech. “Do you imagine this is going to be a comfortable, lazy game for me?! I should think not! Here I’ll be standing and practically bending over backwards to angle myself and thrust in and out, probably having to squat and stand up, maybe even perch on my tippie-toes, and… what? You’ll just be hanging out here, as pretty and relaxed as you please? In my lovely garden? While I do all the work?! Ooh! It’s so unfair! It makes me so angry!” Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!

“Isn’t it? Unfair?” she cooed, and when she didn’t get an answer: “That wasn’t rhetorical. I asked you: ‘ISN’T IT?!’” Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!

Chastity frantically nodded and jabbered into her gag.

Snickering, Channah paused, moving around and kissing Chastity again as she pressed her soft hips forward, rubbing up against Chastity, being careful not to move her torso while they kissed because her girl was so close. Murmuring around her tongue and Chastity’s stretched lips, rubbing the paddle over Chastity’s sore, sensitized hindquarters while she stroked Chastity’s hair, she continued: “But you’re a lucky girl, aren’t you?” And when Chastity nodded, Channah cooed and laughed and rubbed noses with her a moment before getting back to the kissing, little kisses on her cheeks and eyes and down to her ears.

And then, back to the spanking: a heavy, fast rhythm in her own head with a strange, almost lyrical quality. “You can’t imagine what it’s like to be a workaholic, at a job where your mission and half the work you do are also your only hobby. For millennia! I love it to fuck! I probably, literally, exist for it to fuck! But to do it all day, almost every day—and even every night! Even while I sleep! Can you imagine—well, I guess you humans dream about what you do during the day, too, but I’m sorry, it’s just not the same! It’s how I feed my spirit, and it’s just another form of doing my damned—so to speak,” she giggled, “—job! Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang! Even I need a little variety! Some creativity! And it’s so precious to have a couple of girls who really, genuinely care for me, not the usual string of sad-sack horndogs who’d be just as happy with their own sister or grandmother or domestic animal, for that matter—anything with a hole. Half of them would marry a loaf of bread if it would cook and clean for them! Men! Oh, sending them to hell is fun, don’t get me wrong, but as a group, they’re…” she shrugged. “Total junk food. The biggest, blandest, most undifferentiated pile of oversalted chips ever served up to anyone. I need some fresh, wriggly little fish, like you and Penny, to go with my chips!”

“Yes, you’re right, of course, I do care more about her than I do you,” Channah didn’t even fully understand why she needed to say that, but she couldn’t help herself, twisting the knife at every opportunity, delighting at Chastity’s crushed whimper. Of course, she was a demon, so it was easy enough to chalk if off to her evil and sadistic nature. “But it’s not really about her—it’s complicated—but—the point is, I do love you too, little bimbo, in my own way, I really do; I even care about you! And I know you love me. So—what I’m trying to say is, I’m happy to work hard for you—not as hard as you,” she snickered, “I mean, I am the boss, and rank does have its privileges! But I’m really enjoying this… I’m really going to enjoy this, even if its ten times as much work for me as a regular mark would be.”

And suddenly, just as Chastity started grunting and twitching with greater urgency and speed, Channah stepped back, removing her right hand, regarding her prey, her expression turning cruel and mean. “But I do think you should suffer for me, bitch! Because I am a Queen of Hell, and I demand your suffering as tribute! Is that wrong, little cow? Not rhe—” but Chastity was already shaking her head, as emphatically as she could, satisfying her master.

“And besides—maybe most importantly—I like it!” she leaned closer, smelling the heady combination of fading arousal and spiking fear, and shuddering from it. “And you really, really, really want to please me, your Domina, don’t you, dear?” she pouted, nodding along casually with Chastity.

With a lingering, insolent gaze, Channah moved out of Chastity’s line of sight. “Good!” she agreed, taking a strong, balanced position and using both hands to bring the paddle up and across, almost like a golf swing, to match the angle of the blow to Chastity’s bottom.

Crack! Chastity thrashed and cried out behind her gag as Channah hissed: “Fuck yeah!” And moaned with her arousal. “That’s for finishing without permission!”

Crack! “OH! That’s good!” Channah growled. “Good girl! That’s for lying!”

Crack! “You’re dancing like a water bubble on hot iron!” She ran her hand over her girl’s bright red buttocks and moaned. “They’re already hot and red like iron in a forge, sweetie! Your buttocks are beautiful!” And, inspired, she kissed each of Chastity’s cheeks, pressing and dragging her lips hard across the ultrasensitive, infrared skin and laughing, before stepping back. “That was for your second time without authorization.”

Crack! She gasped with her arousal, then breathed heavily for a moment, before she could regain control of herself enough to gasp: “That was for being such a dumbo. And—” she added impulsively, almost tempted to give a sixth whack, “—for embarrassing me in front of my Court with your selfishness and stupidity!”

Crack! And she laughed, gasping for breath, still holding the paddle in her left hand and pressing it against Chastity’s back as a reminder of her power, straight up her spine from buttocks to shoulders, her left hand resting on the curve of her bottom, comfortably for her, very uncomfortably for her wriggling girl. She literally rubbed it in, her hand to the girl’s bottom, patting and stroking it in a way that would have been comforting if her skin hadn’t already been on fire. “There, there, and that was for your third time.” She gasped in mock-surprise, cradling Chas’s soft flesh and observing with a hoot: “It feels like a deflated little loaf of bread! There, there, my little vanilla roll.” She kissed her, hungrily, practically tearing off her gag to seal her own lips back over her girl’s mouth, shuddering as she squeezed the soft gooshy flesh down there. She was laughing and moaning at once, lost in the bliss of her girl’s helpless scramble of misery and adoration, confusing her and messing her up. Moving to face her full-on from the front, she reached around and grabbed her buttocks, struggling not to laugh as she used her own mouth to hush her.

Literature Section “07-14[X] The Agony and the Ecstasy “—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 14 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1269 words::Explicit 1370 words—Accompanying Images: 2047-2050—Published 2025-07-14—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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07-13 Hung Out to Get Wet (abridged version)

2025-07-132025-07-10 admin

*2043 07-13 Chastity posing prettily for Channah*

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

Explicit version containing bullying, precum, chastity, masturbation, CBT, and consensualnonconsent themes at 07-13X Hung Out to Get Wet at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY: After a week of hazing by the succubae, and a looooong day and night’s sleep, the first full day of Chastity’s and Penance’s honeymoon with Channah is finally beginning. Before dawn, while Penny sleeps, Channah leads Chastity deep into the garden, chains her wrists together and hangs them from a hook, then chains her ankles together. “I—I don’t understand—” Chas whined. “I think you do, baby,” Channah grinned. “I mean, you can’t—can you?” NOW:

“I totally can, lover. Of course I can,” Channah assured her, waited a beat, and then—proved it, shouting: “Raise. Your legs!” seizing the ankle chain in her hands and pulling up hard on it, knocking Chas off her feet and then jerking up on the chain with such force she was able to lift Chas’s ankles up higher than her wrists and drop the ankle chain over the same hook holding her wrist chain.

“Oh fuck!” Chastity squeaked, kicking and flailing helplessly while Channah ran her hands all over her body.

“Oh yes!” Channah promised. “Soon enough. But be patient.” And, suddenly, sounding unconvincingly innocent, she asked: “How often did you break the rules yesterday, sweetie?’ Mm?”

Chas stopped moving and looked horrified. Channah didn’t even say anything, she just slapped her girl’s bottom, hard. “Two times, Domina!”

“Oh, dear.” She shook her head and tut-tutted. “I’d think you were a liar if I didn’t’ know already what a little dummy you are.”

Looking hurt and confused, Chas’s eyes darted from side to side, trying to figure out her mistake.

“One. Two. Three, sugar ninny. You broke the rules again with your sisterwife, even after I reminded you what a bad girl you had already been.”

And Chas was even more pierced by knowing she had been stupid in answering her Domina, than she had been thinking she had been tricked by Channah, because she had betrayed herself and her Domina. “Oh, oh I’m sorry, Domina! I’m sorry!”

“Sorry for what?!” Channah demanded, slapping her hindquarters on both sides, then surprising Chastity by unlocking her chakra box and slowly pulling it off, giggling equally at her girl’s expressions of arousal and shock, and the way she came to full attention. “Silly girl,” Channah laughed, slapping her and making her yelp. “Whatcha gonna do about it?” she glanced down significantly, delighted to hear Chas’s frustrated groan. “Don’t worry, I’ll see what I can do to get rid of that for you. Sorry—for—what?!”

“I—what?”

“What exactly are you sorry for, airhead?!” Whack!

“Oh! I’m sorry—”

Whack! “For what?!”

“Oh Domina, for everything! For both—for all of it!” Whack! “OW!” she howled.

“For? what? Answer me sorry girl! And don’t wake up your sisterwife with your bawling.”

“For lying—I mean, for lying, for being stupid, for breaking the rules, for being-stupid—again…” she finished miserably.

Whack! Whack! Whack! Whack!

“That’s four things!” Channah managed to sound indignant. “And you forgot to apologize for making such a loud noise!”

This time, Channah whacked her even as she apologized again. “I’m sorry I’m sorry ooh! That stings—I’m sorry!”

“Obviously not enough. Puddin’ would be soft as mush after the first whack,” she giggled. “Open wide!”

“I said wide!” And she pushed a red leather ball into Chastity’s wide-opened mouth. “This is so you don’t wake up Penny,” she cooed wickedly, using a buckling leather strap to hold the ball in place, before reaching down—still holding her girl’s gaze, seeing it turn afraid again as Channah’s predatory smile widened—and rising to reveal what had made the clattering sound before: “I brought your paddle,” she cooed, revealing the Muladhara paddle made just for her.

Chastity made a muffled mewling noise and twisted uselessly, shaking her head sharply.

“You little tease. As if that’s going to stop me, my darling dunce. You’re just trying to turn me on,” she laughed, using her right hand to pull Chastity’s head forward for another long kiss, continuing until Chastity relaxed enough again to get into it and start kissing her back, even as Channah worked the edge of the bat up between Chastity’s cheeks, rocking it back and forth, laughing because she knew exactly what she was doing to Chastity.

Breaking their kiss, she rubbed her thumb against Chastity and snorted, bringing it up to Chastity’s mouth. “That’s for later, girl. Apparently, you think this is all about you. Again!”

Chastity shook her head and tried to make negative noises, assuring her otherwise, but Channah ignored her sliding the paddle away and moving to Chastity’s left side, moving her right hand back down to play, teasing her until she started to pant.

And that was when Channah started to paddle her, one-handed, with her right hand manipulating Chastity, her body pressed up against her side, brushing her arm and knee—which were both about the same height as Chas’s head, and a bit lower than Channah’s—with soft kisses while her left hand thwacked Chastity’s bottom from an imperfect and awkward position, Chastity jumped pleasingly with every blow in response to Channah’s soft, teasing caresses and she started to make little gurgling sounds.

“Oh, dear, I’m not very good at this, am I?” Channah tittered. “Or you’re really boy-stupid. At this rate, I’m not sure how I’m ever going to get you back in your box.” She purred at the desperate sounds Chastity was making, and impulsively paused to lean around and make out with her lovergirl for a minute, before resuming. “You do look kind of dazed and muddled. I guess maybe I haven’t forgotten how to hurt and love a girl at the same time. I know that can be terribly confusing, can’t it?” Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!

Literature Section “07-13[X] Hung Out to Get Wet”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 13 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 876 words::Explicit 1018 words—Accompanying Images: 2043-2046—Published 2025-07-13—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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06-117 Slut-Shaming Spectacle (abridged version)

2025-06-162025-06-29 admin

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

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

Explicit version no longer available.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Explicit version containing sodomy, analpenetration, chastity, prostatestimulation, masturbation, consensualnonconsent, overpowering, puberty, oralsex, edgeplay, queening, lubricating, corporalpunishment, fearplay, roughsex, consensualnonconsent, PTSD, sadism, and masochism themes at 06-115X Kadidia’s Obedient Fuck-Puppets at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

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

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

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

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

“No, it doesn’t, Goddess.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Literature Section “06-115[X] Kadidia’s Obedient F***-Puppets”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 115 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 848 words::Explicit 1117 words—Accompanying Images: 1906-1909—Published 2025-06-13—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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