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2092 07-24 Yellow-Haired Stepchild
2093 07-24 Sad Girl
2094 07-24 Daughter Dolorosa
2095 07-24 Smoking Channah in front of the girls

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

Explicit version containing bullying, goldenshowers, punishment, analpenetration, and cleanup themes at 07-24X Cleaning Channah’s Feet 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 is angrily and rigorously testing Penny by pushing her limits.  NOW:

Penny was panting, faster and faster, as Channah tested her bladder, before with a desperate last shake of resistance, Penny squeaked and groaned with an unmistakably defeated sound. 

Channah couldn’t help herself, she laughed while she stood up, stepping back and trying to sound outraged:  “Naughty-little-girl embarrassed herself, didn’t she?”  And this time she didn’t wait for her girl to start talking; didn’t even give her a chance to, hauling back and walloping Penny’s bottom:  Crack!  “AAAAAAAAAAAH!” followed by a lot of caterwauling and gibberish she couldn’t even have made sense of if she was listening, which she wasn’t because she was doubled over so hard watching Penny completely lose control. 

“Oh, Penny!  You dirty bitch!”  she howled, laying Penance’s Bull-Daddy down well out of the way.  “I ought to spank you for that!”  She stepped toward her throne, unable to avoid the little lake, laughing as hard as Penny was crying.  “What are you doing with your head still under my throne?  Silly girl!  Back up!  Back up!”  she commanded, as Penny did back up, her arms moving right into the pool as Channah slid her throne forward and sat down on it, over Penny’s head, grabbing her by the hair, then leaned back in her throne, lifting Penny’s tear-soaked red face so she could see it and putting the soles of her feet right on it.  “Dirty girl!  I told you what the consequence would be, didn’t I?”

“Yes, Domina!”

“Then start doing your duty, bitch.  Back on your heels.”  And when she hesitated, Channah put her feet on Penny’s shoulders, kicking her backwards so her extremely sensitive butt slammed into her own heels, producing another pleasing, squealing sound as Channah pushed her soles into Penny’s face to keep her from rising back.  “Unh-uh!  STAY!”  She snapped, as if she were talking to a dog.  “Bad puppy!  Go on, puppy!  Lick!  Lick!”  And she moaned with pleasure as she felt Penny obey her Domina, even as she continued to wriggle her hips to alleviate the pain from her bottom.  “Good girl,” Channah cooed.  “Good.  Girl.”  Knowing she would be unable to leave her throne until the floor was cleaner, she dropped her right foot to the ground while Penny worshipped her left , and then she dipped her left foot while Penny was sucking on her right.  “Thaaat’s the way, goooood gurl.  Oh… look how devoted you are, baby!  Yess…. Stick that tongue between my big and second toes.  It’s sooo wet in there.  Now lick the bottoms.  Oh, other foot.  What a mess!  But you must be thirsty, the way you’re going to town.  We’re going to explore that, darling!” 

After a pause to listen to Penny lick, she continued, almost lazily:  “Use your hands to hold my ankles—gently! While you clean the bottoms of my feet.  Why should I do all the work to hold my legs up?  You’re the offender!  I’ve given—at a guess—tens of thousands of whoopings in my life, including to boys much younger and smaller than you, and I can assure you, you are the single most pathetic little worm I’ve ever dealt with.  The good news for you, little marshmallow, is that you’ve always been soooo sweet and submissive you don’t give me much cause to beat you.”  She giggled:  “Well… except the way you keep turning me on with what a submissive, disgraceful, dirty slut you really are… practically begging for more torment when you do that in front of a demon, aren’t you, horny girl?  But other than the times you seduce me into it, you shameless girl, there will be occasional days, like today, when I need to prove to you, or to myself, or perhaps even to a third party, how totally submissive you are.  But if you keep up your good work, striving really hard to show me how much you love and respect me, after your pathetic display of weakness today, I’m pretty sure beatings will be rare for you, and I will never get close to hitting you as many times as… well, even wimpy little Chastity.  But certainly never treating you the way any real men could expect:  ten, twenty… I’ve hit boys, you know, real boys, as many as fifty times before.”  Penny made a defeated, overwhelmed sound.  “Oh hush and keep cleaning my feet, bitch!  We’ve already seen how weak and pathetic you are; that’s what I’m trying to tell you!  Don’t you get it, dummy?”  She used her heel to cuff Penny across the cheek, emphasizing her dominance further.  “I’m talking here!

She continued, teasing her and taunting her and praising her and insulting her by turns, serving her sole after sole, occasionally allowing herself a detour to test Penny’s cage while she kept licking, until finally Channah giggled in triumph, prodding and testing with her foot to confirm her suspicion as Penny groaned with her humiliation.  “Theeeere it is, my perverted little mushroom.  I knew talking dirty to you while disgracing you would bring back your little man sometime!  And it’s so hard now, almost like a real twelve-year-old boy, isn’t it?  Isn’t it?!”

“Yes, Domina!”

“Goood girl!  What a good girl!  Admitting what a naughty little girl you are is the first step to giving into your nature.  You are my helplessly-devoted little girl, aren’t you?”

Literature Section “07-24[X] Cleaning Channah’s Feet”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 24 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 891 words::Explicit 1113 words—Accompanying Images:  2092-2095—Published 2025-07-24—©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.


1903 06-114 Kadidia coming for the girls
1904 06-114 Kadidia takes her girls in hand
1905 06-114 Kadidia womanhandles the nervous, excited girls

Explicit version containing gaping, watersports, and genital-contact themes at 06-114X Kadidia’s Sweet Little Playthings at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY:  Channah has just finished with Penny.  Now that Chastity has confessed her true love for Penny, and Penny has confessed her loving friendship and submissive desires towards Chastity, the girls are steeling themselves to make love under the withering attentions of the succubae.  They have missed the signs that the succubae have a very different experience in mind for them.  NOW:

“I’ve got you, baby-girl,” Kadidia laughed, catching Penny’s left chain in one strong hand and slinging her like a curling stone over ice across the mattress towards Esmeray, while using her remaining hand on Chastity’s to control and half-frog-march, half-drag Chastity after her sisterwife.  Penny spun nearly 270 degrees and then, as the mattress stripped the lubricating oil from her back, and her body became perpendicular to her direction of motion, friction flipped her over on her tummy to slide the rest of the way to where Esmeray was waiting, giggling at the spectacle.

“Goodness!”  she smirked as Penny approached her position sitting on the mattress, raising one leg as Penny slid to a stop beneath it.  She carefully hiked up her dress and set her boot, sole down, between Penny’s shoulder-blades to avoid getting any of Penny’s oily, briny mess on her dress.  With a moue of pain, Penny started rearranging herself, pulling her knees under her stomach since her wrists were still bound to her ankles, but trying not to disturb Esmeray’s boot. 

When Kadidia had rescued Penny, one of the coven Esmeray did not know had been standing beside her handing her a bottle of olive oil.  Looking from Penny’s still-slick body up to the succubus, she said:  “Thank you, Your Grace, but I doubt she’s going to need this!”

The succubus just winked and walked away, letting Kadidia respond:  “You’ll need it.  For them, I mean.  And I’m afraid your dress—and mine—are likely to be ruined.  I assume you don’t want to save it?”

Esmeray opened her mouth, figured out what Kadidia was really asking, and shook her head firmly.  “No, thank you, Your Grace.  I’ll keep my clothes on.”  And with a glance at Hong, she amplified:  “Lion-tamers and dominatrices aren’t merchandise.  They remain clothed.” 

Kadidia smiled conspiratorially as she took a knee just on the other side of Penny, setting Chastity down like a pet mouse on her thigh, straddling her much-larger owner and gasping.  “For future reference, we dominatrices can do whatever we want.”

Esmeray pinkened and smiled, slightly embarrassed.  “Noted, Duchess Kadidia.”

“But I knew what you meant,” the larger woman assured her, running one hand possessively over Penny’s buttocks and lower back, causing the girl to start in surprise, and then shiver and sigh at the huge hand, learning quickly that Kadidia could be as light-handed as she could heavy-handed.  “Your new behind is gorgeous, babydoll.”

“Thank you, Your Grace,” Penny squeaked submissively at the mattress in front of her.

“Spread your legs a little.”

“Yes, ma’am—Dom—Your Grace.”

Kadidia took her hair, not ungently, in her hand and turned it back towards her.  “What do you want to call me?  More accurately, what is your body telling you to call me?”

“Goddess,” Penny answered honestly, without deception, looking up at the enormous woman wonderingly.  “You’re like a goddess.”  Then, becoming self-aware, she blushed furiously.

“That will do,” she nodded, sliding her booted foot in front of Penny’s face, effortlessly, as if Chastity wasn’t riding that leg like a doll would ride an elephant.  “Thank me.”

“Thank y–?”  Then Penny figured it out, turning red again, and submissively pressed her lips to the tip of Kadidia’s boots.  “Thank you, goddess, for honoring me!”  The last word became a startled squeal as Kadidia released Penny’s hair and slid it between her cheeks, her thumb playing behind her.  “Goddess!  Goddess!”  Penny squeaked.

“That sounded almost like a protest,” Kadidia warned, slapping Penny hard enough to make her jump and squeal, matching the blow almost immediately on her other cheek. 

“No goddess no goddess I’m sorry goddess I—”

But Kadidia was already continuing.  Ignoring Penny, except to use her hand more aggressively, she asked Esmeray:  “I don’t think we’ll try it today, but you know, Esmeray, that if you want, you can make these girls do anything you want?  And unless you or Channah takes them off, they’ll both be securely locked away.”

“Yes…” Esmeray began hesitantly.

“So you don’t ever need to see any evidence they were ever boys.  And I can already see these are good, obedient girls.  They certainly won’t be doing anything without your permission.  So… if you wanted them to use their mouths…”

Esmeray turned bright pink.  “Thank you, Your Grace, I understand.”

“Promise me you’ll think about it.”

She nodded, then forced herself to speak:  “I will, thank you, Your Grace.”

“Now, today I do need your cooperation because our girl is so oily and messy.  To keep her from sliding across the mattress, I need you to hold her between your legs.”

“Yes, Goddess,” she replied, not even realizing what she’d said until after she said it, then turning pinker.

“I’ll expect that from all three of you from now on,” Kadidia noted, idly playing with Chastity’s cock, which remained hard as steel.  “She’s already been on her back today, so let’s just keep her on her tummy for this.”  Briefly running her hand up under Penny to find her still completely soft, she made a mildly-surprised noise before cupping and slapping the girl’s cheeks again, causing her to squeak and jerk cutely before returning her hand to the large, loose opening between her legs.  “Your new body really is darling!  Mm Mm!  I know why Chastity was so excited by it.”  Turning her attention back to Esmeray, she continued:   “That means face-down in your lap.  Can you take her hair and pull her in?”

“I—yes,… Goddess,” she finished awkwardly, taking Penny’s oily, slimy hair in two hands and carefully tugging her towards her crotch, Penny trying to help by maneuvering herself, but pausing before her face bumped into Esmeray’s crotch.

“Pull her in deep,” Kadidia commanded, “so her neck’s angled back and she can hardly breathe at all.”  Esmeray took a deep breath, reminding herself how submissive Penny was, and just barely a boy anymore, and yanked her head in hard and tight, as if she were a saddle.  “Then find the chains attached to her wrists and ankles—”

Esmeray found them under her legs, tugging them out to the sides from under her knees.

“—And pull them in tight over your lap so you can hold them in place with one hand, leaving you a free hand to do anything you want to her.”

“Thank you, Goddess,” Esmeray responded tightly, making Kadidia laugh.

“For now, how about unstoppering the olive oil and pouring some on her sweet, plump ass?”  As she suggested it, she took Chas off her thigh, laid the girl on her back, and pushed her butt-first under Penny.

Feeling them both, Kadidia laughed.  “A hard girly-boy and a soft girly-girl.  A story of two sissies.”  Leaning forward closer to Penny, with another stinging slap to her ass, she scoffed:  “‘Pudding’ is a nickname you really seem determined to earn, little sweetheart.”

Literature Section “06-114[X] Kadidia’s Sweet Little Playthings”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 114 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1147 words::Explicit 1173 words—Accompanying images:  1903-1905—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.

1881 06-109 Channah, Khan of an Unholy Hoard
1882 06-109 Channah, Master of Horses and Slavegirls alike
1883 Channah, Domina of Rome, Champion of the Colosseum

Explicit version containing orgasm, sodomy, and analpenetration themes at 06-109X The Last Sedcuction at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY:  Channah and Penny are locked in an intense and passionate dance, Channah desperate for an intimacy she never imagined existed and Penny whipsawed by her deep responses to her alternating affection and abuse, all of it magnified by the larger powers unleashed by the darkest rituals of the succubae in this unholiest of places.  NOW:

Channah drove Penny like a charioteer driving her mare into a frantic lather at the colosseum, heedless of—no, reveling in—the damage and chaos she caused as chariots crashed and competing animals and drivers were destroyed all around her, a price she was willing to pay for her victory, and indeed enjoyed as a benefit of it.

Faster and faster, her hips powered her tattoo against Penny’s soft buttocks and thighs, sending the girl bouncing everywhere her position, hanging suspended by her wrists and ankles like a human swing over the fiery pit, allowed her to rock.  Channah gripped the railing above her, making hers a full-body workout, barely aware someone else was substituting in for Kadidia behind her,. 

One of the greatest benefits of the twister, Channah thought, not for the first time, was how it worked on both a succubus and her boy under the nearly-second-nature instinct of the succubus.  It was powered largely by her subconscious, becoming just another muscle flexing automatically, in conjunction with all her other muscles, to effectuate her desires.  It also allowed her to focus even more-selfishly upon her own pleasure and satisfaction, while it coiled and shifted and mustered itself to put just the right pressures, in just the right places, at just the right pace, to tease and torment her girls the way Channah liked to do, without Channah having to think too much about aiming or aligning herself with any particular part of a partner’s body. The twister did that for her.  Channah’s grunting became more and more primal as she warmed up again, so hot and high she almost imagined she could turn off the firehose of her seductive magic and still take this mood further by just riding it.  But maybe she was less confident of that than she ought to be.  What she told herself, was that she couldn’t risk letting up because for the sake of the ritual, she needed Penny to have conflicting experiences of pleasure and torment at once, while she experienced perfect bliss.

Channah’s eyes started fluttering as she threw her head back and roared like a lioness, hearing Penny’s strangled cries complementing her.  Oh!  She was so responsive, deeply and instinctively:  a perfect lover and plaything for a selfish bitch of a succubus.

Channah whispered another string of filthy curses, these all of human origin but from half a dozen different languages.  “I’m—soo proud of you, pretty girl!  You’re—almost done, baby!”  she assured her submissive lover.

“Yes, Domina!” she screamed agreement, misunderstanding.

“No—I mean—afterwards, when you’re really drained and at your lowest ebb—if I give you a turn, I’m going to need you to do something for me.  Really give it your all.”

“IF?!”  Penny wailed, uncomprehending.  “IF?!”  She wept.  “I don’t think I even want this!  Not—not this way, ooh, aah!  I don’t think I even should be able to—it’s not right—BUT I DON’T THINK STOPPING IS AN OPTION DOMINA!!!” she half-hollered, half-whined.  “I can’t—I can’t imagine—I can’t even think—oh, god, Domina!  What you do to meeeeee!”

“Yes, ‘if’ baby,” she insisted, hardly able to imagine it herself, and determined to make Penny say ‘yes’ because if she said ‘no’… Channah had no idea what she would do.  Stop herself?  Really?  Oh Penny you have to say yes…. But out loud, she managed:  “It isn’t a right for jawari slave-girls, is it?”

“No Domina,” Penny had to agree, shaking her head, almost looking as if it were beyond her ability to imagine but she knew she had to obey.

“No, sweetie, it’s a privilege.  A—gift.  A—a—fucking blessing, bitch!”

“Yes, Domina!  I know, Domina,” Penny whined and wept.

“So, yes, IF you—you want it, baby, and it’s totally up to you, but I’m—I’m going to need you to—show me you mean it when you promise you want to make me happy.  Show me, once and for all, tonight, before you leave this platform.”

Penny looked genuinely surprised, although it was a little difficult to be sure under the submissive, helpless, completely placative and adoring posture she displayed to show respect for her Domina.  Eyes rolling and voice rising plaintively, she wailed in shock:  “You mean there’s more?  What else—what else IS there, Domina?”

“Taking this from another boy, bitch, instead of from a girl with bonus features.  You’ve known it was coming, don’t pretend you didn’t!”

“I—I know, I didn’t understand—I know I agreed Domina!  I won’t go back on my pledge, Domina, I promise!  I’ll give you everything.  I want to give you everything!  I know that now!  I just—I didn’t know what you wanted!”  She sobbed.  “I promise, Master, I’ll do as you command!  I know what you expect from me, Domina!  I’ll be good!  I’ll be good!  I swear I’ll be good, Domina, anything you want, whoever you want, I love you!”

“Oh, dumpling,” she purred, “I know you want to be my good girl.  And I want you to be passionate, so sexy baby.  That’s why I’ve arranged an extra-special treat your first time, so maybe even you’ll learn -um, well,  it’s not exactly your first time, I guess, is it?  I mean, the first time you put out for me, darling.”  Keeping her eyes feasting on Penny’s desperate, pathetic, needy form dangling out in space, absolutely nothing but a bit of air between her and the crazed armies of devils below, Channah called over her shoulder:  “Kadidia, is our other little girl ready to come back to us?”

“At your command, Majesty,” the woman answered, smoothly and calmly, her sweet bakhūr presence close by her side. 

“Then try to bring her back, Kadidia.  Penny, you can do your part to help by trying your best to lure her back to this world.  Show as much need and love as you can muster for your sister-wife!  Callher back to us!”

Penny’s eyes shifted just to Channah’s right, where Kadidia had casually propped up Chastity, nude except her cage, her twister, her ring, her collar, and the tight leather harness she had been strapped into, sexy elaborate straps crisscrossing over her body like threads of a spider’s web from her collar to her thighs.  Like a puppeteer storing a puppet, Kadidia had effortlessly set Chastity on her knees, holding her upright by one hand on one of her shoulders.  Chastity’s hands seemed to be tied behind her back, not that she was aware.  At the moment, her body was an empty meat suit, muscles slack, head dropping, an inanimate dead weight of flesh utterly disconnected from her friend, whose soul had been taken and secured somewhere far, far away from her body by the magic of the succubae.

Still reeling from her own experience there, the moment she caught sight of Chas, she screamed in horror and recognition, at the appalling absence of life writ large across her friend, something she knew she had done (had been?) only a few minutes before.  Her shock at the sight was compounded because she had had no perception of anything in this world when she was in the same state; and therefore, her conscious mind had not been presented before with the icewater spectacle of her friend’s body looking way more dead than alive. 

The mind and the body knew when they were looking at a dead thing.  They knew, and were shocked to the core.

Literature Section “06-109[X] The Last Seduction”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 109 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1246 words::Explicit 1353 words—Accompanying Images:  1881-1883—Published 2025-06-07—©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.