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

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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

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:

“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)

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*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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07-02 Honeycomb Funhouse Mindf***

2025-07-03 admin

*1984 07-02 Into the Labyrinth–We can fly!*

*1987 07-02 The World Turned Upside Down*

*1990 07-02 Good girls get dunce-boxed forever*

*1993 07-02 Here there are worlds and worlds and worlds…*

PREVIOUSLY: Channah had shaken Chastity and Penance to their cores by binding them and then stripping them of their senses one by one—sight, sound, smell, taste, and then—finally, with triggers inserted inside them, even touch and their awareness of their own bodies, leaving them completely isolated from the world, themselves, and reality. Now, only hours later, she has triggered the girls’ PTSD by leaving them kneeling naked, hands tied behind their backs, collars locked to rings at floor level, and alone in the eerie Honeycomb—vulnerable, bound, hitched, and stripped of their senses of sight, smell, hearing, and taste. They remained connected to the world, and to reality, only by their sense of touch and their awareness of their own bodies, and trapped in their fear, uncertainty, and inability to resist anything else she might choose to do to them. NOW:

Channah had, quite willfully and naughtily, allowed herself to become distracted, first by her castellan and other officials, then by her petitioners, and finally by a lover. She spent most of her time on Earth, and even the time she had for hell had to be divided among different castles by the global nature of her responsibilities. Inevitably, on the rare occasions she did return to Sademtsaowah, when she finally did reappear, she was besieged by the attentions of those she had ignored for far too long.

She had tried to assure them she would be returning next weekend, with her new brides, their qahramanah, and even Kadidia—all of those big draws for her curious officers and staff—but they had heard her promise how quickly she would be back so many times, they discounted her assurances to near nothing. This time, they would see she meant it. As much as Fang’s exhaustion concerned her with the possibility something similar could happen to her, she didn’t expect the girls could ever release that much sado-sexual sorcery again. But that wouldn’t stop her from trying to make it happen, she thought happily.

She had told her two girls she would leave them kneeling on the hard stone floor, virtually mummified and immobilized, for about half an hour. In the event, it was between four and five hours later that she finally returned to the honeycomb, casually chatting with the guards posted outside, for a moment before proceeding inside. Entering it, as she finally did, she brought light and noise to what had been a perfectly dark and silent space. But of course, her girls could not be aware of that, with the plugs she had placed in their ears and more-importantly, the triggers she and Kadidia had pushed up inside their bellies. She could strip them of their remaining sense, and indeed their connections to their own bodies, with a thought, anytime she wished; and she was confident they suspected and feared that to be the case. Still, there was no way she was going to give them the satisfaction or certainty of confirming or denying it categorically. Let them feel the creeping uncertainty and loss of confidence in their own awareness of reality, and the limits—if any—of her power that came with such profound uncertainty about something as fundamental as their very connection to the world.

Walking around behind her girls, she stood for a moment and regarded their beautiful backs and hips. They were gorgeous, two of Channah’s best creations, submissive, feminine, eager to please her, kneeling there with their legs spread revealing their little hints of wannabe manhood below their taints—not men. They would never be men. That was never in the cards for her little futas—never had been. Femmebois.

Both girls were showing signs of physical distress, shifting almost constantly, rearranging their legs, even daring to break position for a moment to straighten one leg and then another, pointing and stretching their toes like ballerinas, inadvertently shifting their hips like whores. Penny was shivering slightly, a function of temperature but even more, Channah judged, of anxiety and dread. Chastity moaned and whimpered, little sounds of her own distress, even panic. Chastity seemed to be even more-affected than Penny had been, about the trigger.

Channah felt herself becoming aroused and reflected, not for the first time since she had broken them, how much she enjoyed their sexual ambivalence, and how muc h they made her appreciate her own. It was a combination, she speculated, of their appearance, their submission, the fact she couldn’t drain them without throwing away decades of her own hard work, and the fact she had made them, thought by thought, feeling by feeling, experience by experience, even hip by hip and breast by breast. Oh—and the maddening, fascinating technical “virginity” of her number one whore. And the fact the little bitch’s personality had, so far, made her act and feel almost like a superior little virgin, no matter what Channah subjected her to.

Usually, as much as she enjoyed the transgression of penetrating a boycow, she enjoyed being a woman so much it made her one of the straightest succubae around. And, of course, she reflected smugly, she liked the fact that no one else on Earth or in Hell ever had to compromise less than she did. That was always a fucking turn-on. Something that, she could perhaps admit to herself, had discouraged her from experimenting with her staff side as freely as she might otherwise have done. It almost made her resentful of her girls, for forcing her to abandon—or at least suspend—that conceit, even if it was at her own choice to fulfill her own ambitions. She want to punish them, for making her compromise her own rigid, dominant femininity; and she couldn’t help the feeling they were asking for it, the little two-faced strumpet-prigs. Among a species more sexually-ambivalent than almost any other, being ultra-, exceptionally-, uncompromisingly- feminine was a badge to Channah of her own uniqueness and power.

All of which kind of pissed her off. Well, really pissed her off. At them. Again. The whiny little straitlaced better-than-thou virginal sheltered taffeta-girl wimps!

Regarding their insolent buttocks thrust up at her like challenges—or at the very least, invitations—she felt herself breathing more heavily, her forehead and coccyx twitching with the rising urge to strike and penetrate them both here. She could hardly imagine how badly they would freak out to feel her pushing lube into their sphincters, reminding them of the last time they had thought themselves senseless until she showed them what it really meant…

“Fuck!” She shivered and rolled her eyes, turning away and forcing her thoughts down gentler courses. She should have done these things on the heteraslakos if she were in the mood for it. And she could always do it next weekend. Or the next. Or the one after that….

But she’d already pushed her girls harder than she’d pushed anyone she wanted to be genuinely intimate with before. And she needed them to be intimate with her—needed them to love and trust her and depend on her. She had to rein herself in and give them love they could understand. Love they were more than ready for. Love they did need, and maybe she wanted, just for a little bit—just for fun. Only, she’d made them such perfect demon-bait… too fucking perfect… Only, they drove her so crazy—

Roughly and impulsively, allowing herself to womanhandle them and leave them helpless and lost to sate her own desire to punish and dominate them, she unhooked their collars from the hitching rings. She enjoyed very much how startled and fearful each girl was at the first touch, shocked to feel evidence of anyone else after hours of being lonely and abandoned, even if they had spent those hours pining for her. They were uncertain who was unhitching them and what they would be subjected to next. They had no idea, and no way of finding out.

She yanked the girls to their feet by their shortleashes and, after she was sure they both had enough circulation and feeling in their legs to keep their feet, casually draped the leashes over her shoulders, pulling their chins down right beside her ears and shivering with the feel of their soft skin and softer breath. Pulling and holding the shortleashes tight, she forced the girls to follow her closely while trying not to trip over their Domina or their own feet. She giggled, feeling them struggle and try to move cautiously, fearful that their next step might be on a painful or treacherous or difficult surface, as she led them back into—and through—the honeycomb.

Literature Section “07-02 Honeycomb Funhouse Mindfuck”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 2 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1240 words—Accompanying Images: 1984-1995—Published 2025-07-02—©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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06-120 The Queen in the Hive

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*1931 06-120 Faerie Light of the Honeycomb*

PREVIOUSLY: Chastity and Penance, under Channah’s literal and metaphorical spells, have been ritually debased, used badly, ridden hard, and victim-shamed. Channah, in high spirits from a gathering more successful than any of the succubae can remember, leads the exhausted and traumatized futa naked, through the halls of Castle Chang’an with their hands bound, by a single leash attached to both of their collars. They have just reached the Honeycomb. NOW:

A perfect, sterile, silent blackness consumed the entire world behind the heavy iron door, swallowing all light, sound, and smell alike. The moment they passed into it, the girls knew, to a moral certainty, that they were in a special place. A sacred place, with the air of the forbidden, set aside from the humdrum world all around it. But since they knew they were in hell, neither girl believed this place was actually sacred. Indeed, reason suggested, if anything… the opposite.

The walls here were a deeper, more-perfect, glassy opaque black, carved with amazing precision into perfect rectangular prisms, matched so precisely no mortar could be discerned between them. Only the faintest rectangular lines, visible as an interruption in the reflective surface, marked the end of one brick and the start of the next, betraying the fact that the walls were constructed of separate bricks rather than immense, continuous slabs. The air was cooler, dryer, and odorless here, with an underlying silence that made the girls aware how much noise they accepted every day as a normal part of everyday life.

Just inside the doorway, within the larger chamber, was a cube—or, rather, the outline of one, 12 equal-length square columns eight inches across, arranged as two squares with four connecting beams joining their corners. To enter, they stepped over one bar and “through” one side of the cube. As they stepped into the cube, their skin began to tingle, as if their entire bodies were waking up after having been asleep.

“What’s happening?!” Penance asked. “My body!” Chastity echoed her.

Channah laughed softly. “Not to worry. It’s a shield.”

“For what?”

“For the honeycomb.”

“Against what?!”

“Against you, you silly girls,” Channah chuckled. “Your filth. Have you taken a look at one another?” She snorted. “Think of it like magical hosiery or clogs. It’s doing it to me, too, to prevent my dress and boots from dripping oil and water everywhere. It’s quite pleasant, actually.”

“And dark…” Penny whispered, sounding haunted, as the door slammed closed behind them. “and silent… and odorless.”

“Aww… pooor sweetie,” Channah sympathized, sounding delighted, swooping the two girls into her arms for a tight hug. “Ooh… darlings, you’re shivering! Is this… reminding you of anything?”

“Yes, Domina,” they whined together, hugging her back fiercely, shivering not with their paresthesia but with the dread of memory of the senseless comatic holes they had been triggered into before exclaiming in reaction to another surprise, and again in unison: “Domina!”

“What is it?” she feigned surprise, knowing they were staring at her, and knowing exactly why.

“You—you’re glowing!”

She snickered, fully aware what she looked like in here, and tickled that they sounded amazed rather than horrified. Dropping her hands down to between their legs, she tested them and laughed even harder. “Oh, girls… we are definitely going to have to explore this together!”

She appeared in the honeycomb in her demonic form, a wild, fey, fiercer-than-average version of her spicy red demon self. All succubae did, in here. There was something so primal about this space, this force, that it brought out the beast in demons, ancient and fierce. Raising her hands to encompass the space all around them, she explained: “The honeycomb absorbs or filters all light, all sound, all energy, all contamination of any kind, respecting only the stuff and energy of life itself. This cube is a spell that protects the honeycomb from all the filth—well, what the honeycomb considers contaminants—accompanying… travelers through it. Otherwise, the honeycomb would bar or absorb everything: dresses, boots, jewelry, underwear… even the oil and dirt on your bodies.”

Something about the way she had said ‘travelers’ troubled Penny, who asked: “And are we—Chas and I—travelers, Domina?”

Channah turned and looked at her slowly, her lips parting in genuine surprise, almost looking… embarrassed? As if Penny had been peeping on her in her dressing chamber. “What? Whatever do you mean?”

Penny frowned, now certain of it and reading in her eyes that she knew it. Suddenly gasping in fear that she was crossing a new line with Channah, but unable to bring herself not to ask: “Are we… travelers, Domina? Or filth?”

Her mouth formed a small ‘O’ even as something between scandal and titillation flashed in her eyes. Of course, it was impossible to tell with her glowing a ruddy hue, but the expression on her face was one that suggested blushing. “Oh Penny…” she whispered. “My beautiful filth.” And she leaned forward, kissing Penny softly on her lips. Pulling both girls’ ears close to her mouth, close enough they shivered with the feel of her warm breath, she whispered even more softly: “The honeycomb is natural—or supernatural, or unnatural, but certainly, not of our fashioning, and infinite. The spell is ours, and every cube and…” she giggled, rubbing her hips against them suggestively “bit of filth we protect takes effort and attention. Besides,” she hissed, her soft voice making them feel like they were part of a conspiracy, and shrugged: “Why would we want to open the honeycomb to…” she laughed throatily. “Any bit of filth that might be capable of finding the honeycomb and wandering into it? It’s why I had to bring you here the long way around, through the Satanikoklus. So I could… welcome you inside us.”

She giggled, releasing them, and twirling prettily: “Ours is the only light not extinguished in the honeycomb. And now you know: you’ll want to stay close to me in the honeycomb, won’t you? I’ll light the way for you, and protect you from the big, scary dark.” A smile played around her lips. “Filth.”

Then she took the girls under her arms, pulling their heads in tight to her own, and kissed each in turn on their ears, whispering “Princess” to Penance and “Fuckpuppet” to Chastity, making both of them blush, before leading them forward into the dark.

She was, indeed, the sole source of light in the honeycomb, a pale, faint, and eerie reddish glow coming off her and making her look ethereal or even spectral. But there was nothing dead or even undead about her; she remained all Channah, all predator, all vibrant and exciting and completely alive—seemingly more alive than anything or anyone around her. She remained the girls’ guidelight and beacon. Always.

She murmured to them, making sure they remembered the next bar, the one forming the bottom of the cube away from the door so they wouldn’t stub their bare toes on the clear glass in the dark; and then she whispered to them “Put your heels back against the bar, girls. That’s it, so you’re standing at the very edge of the cube behind you. Now, the distance will always be the same. So when we start forward, try to take steps that are the normal size for you, whatever that is, and count them off. I’ll do the same, but for my pace. Ready, let’s go.” And she counted her own steps forward, setting the example: “One. Two. Three. Four. Five—” she hesitated, stopping them both for a moment. “It’s about to appear around us… don’t be surprised… Six!”

Literature Section “06-120 The Queen in the Hive”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 120 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1200 words—Accompanying Images: 1931, 1947-1948—Published 2025-06-19—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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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*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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06-116 Poppet-Popping (abridged version)

2025-06-15 admin

*1913 06-116 Sissymaker Kadidia shows off her new toys*

*1915 06-116 Master makes her girls feel giddy and embarrassed*

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

“No, no!” Penny, not seeming to know she was moaning passionately, tried to shake her sweat-soaked oily head with Kadidia’s enormous hand around her, still kissing and making out with Kadidia, the counterpoint between their sweet, gentle, loving kisses and Kadidia’s invasion of Penny so intense Kadidia felt herself gathering to finish already.

“That’s not what your body is saying, lovergirl,” Kadidia murmured, using her hand—well, a couple of fingers—on Penny to show her, force her to recognize for herself, how completely and undeniably she seemed to be the opposite of hating it.

But of course, being Penny, she still denied it: “That’s not—It can’t—What’s WRONG with me?!?!” Penny’s grunt turned into a hot-blooded shriek as Kadidia went all the way, nipping the girl’s lip and then shoving her tongue down the girl’s throat.

She throttled the girl momentarily with her tongue as she double-filled her, knowing how much the girl had to feel like her entire body had been stuffed, and loving how she was wiggling and shivering, overcome by the intense sensations.

“AWENOAGH!!” Penny managed to squawk again, like an untuned violin played by a cat, breaking down into tears of surrender as her body emphatically yielded, as Kadidia wrapped her arms around the girl and hugged her as tightly as she could, her own roar a deeper sound like the contralto leading Penny’s falsetto.

Kadidia let her weight collapse onto Penny’s back and Chastity’s pelvis for what felt like a long time, but a time that couldn’t possibly be long enough. Until finally, feeling she was ready, she whispered in Penny’s ear: “Thank you, baby. What do you say to your bunny-tamer for showing you what you are again?”

“Thank you, Goddess?” Her whining, strained voice such a mix of torment and confusion Kadidia wanted to remember it just that way.

With a quick kiss to Penny’s ear, she eased out and back, calling to Chas: “She’s ready for you. Now let’s make sure you’re ready. And show some respect, boy!” she concluded, like an afterthought, settling back and enjoying her attentions, trying so hard, as she touched Chastity’s still-masculine(ish) body, the same expert petting that had so stirred her sisterwife, making sure she was ready.

Surprising all three of them by standing up, she took the bottle of olive oil, rolled Chastity up, pulling her feet over her shoulders, and covered her, then threw the bottle aside and began massaging her with increasing intensity. Esmeray stared up in a combination of amazement, fascination, and horror. Chas started looking nervous—this was not what she had expected!—and getting twitchy. Penny just remained where Kadidia had left her, face-down, ignored, left to contemplate her own shameful performance and whatever it implied for any remaining aspirations of maleness she might have had, wrists and ankles still secured to one another, waiting for whatever might come.

“Now that’s a bottom bitch if I’ve ever taken one,” Kadidia opined scornfully, casually resting one boot on Penny’s battered haunches. “If it was up to me, boy,” she continued, carefully checking and adjusting the leather harness over her dress, making it clear she was addressing Chastity, “You girls are so easy and weak, I’d skip the harness. I don’t need it. But unfortunately, you and I are both going to have to pay the price for showing off. I once—once, so long ago—got a little rowdy at a party and just had to make sure everybody knew what a badass I was. Some Greek hoplite, a King or an Archon or something, yelling about how there were no real men in Asia or Africa—something I actually agree with,” she guffawed, taking her foot off Penny and squaring off over Chas. “But like a Greek, he asserted they weren’t men because they wore pants—” she burst out laughing, unable to help herself— “and real men didn’t wear pants. Greeks! Greek men! Standing there in his chiton…!” She shook her head in amusement, as she lined up her body with Chastity’s… and brought her hammer down, enjoying but pretending to ignore Chastity’s turn to start squealing and thrashing around. “The world’s self-appointed judges of manhood, and they wear dresses. It was too funny! And then he added, ‘not like in Europe,’ as he mounted his partner! I mean—really!—how could I—possibly have—held myself back?!” She could hardly breathe at the revelation, although it hardly seemed to phase her. “I had to put him in his place! Obviously! And now, once every couple of centuries, one of my sisters remembers and begs me to reenact the scene to show up—or occasionally, like today, simply put down—some male.”

“Please stop!” Chastity shouted from below her.

“They said you’re experienced! I do enjoy a tight sleeve once in awhile.”

“I am—I mean, maybe I could—but—but you’re—you’re so big!—”

She chuckled. “Why thank you, pumpkin, but I already knew that. Don’t mind me, baby girl, I’m just—” with a push— “fucking with you.” Chastity wailed, as Kadidia bounced on her. “I—call it—poppet-popping! Yeah, you’re… soo nice.”

“Now I admit… this is an important day. An… well,” she shook her head, “An amazing day. The things that have happened here…. I know it’s actually a good use of this trick. Not just a party gag, but something that might—actually—serve the power of the Succubae and the Court of Lust! How could I possibly refuse? And so you… are going to be the first.”

“The—the first?!” Chas asked, panicked, not having expected any of this a few minutes ago; and not really understanding what Kadidia had in mind.

“The first I’m going to saddle like this.”

“’S—s—saddle?!” She asked, not liking the sound of that. “Please, no!”

“It’s going to be awesome. You should thank me for choosing you to be the first!” She was well-aware her victim was starting to panic, and relished it. “Are you still excited?” she demanded.

“I don’t—I don’t—oh! I am! Yes!”

“I thought so. Now… what’s going to happen is…”

Bending over, her body mimicking the shape of his, she nearly put her head to his back, then snaked her arms around the boy-to-be-a-girl, holding her tightly and…

Straightening to a standing position, lifting up Chastity in a single, still-graceful motion, drawing genuinely-impressed applause from the watching succubae.

Literature Section “06-116[X] Poppet-Popping”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 116 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1135 words::Explicit 1356 words—Accompanying Images: 1913-1916—Published 2025-05-15—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

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

2025-06-142025-06-13 admin

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No, it doesn’t, Goddess.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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06-114 Kadidia’s Sweet Little Playthings (abridged version)

2025-06-132025-06-13 admin

*1903 06-114 Kadidia coming for the girls*

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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.

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06-113 Apocalyptogasm (abridged version)

2025-06-122025-06-11 admin

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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.

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06-112 True, Desperate Confessions (abridged version)

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*1893 06-112 PLEASE make me a girl, Goddess Kadidia! the awestruck boy begged*

1895 06-112 They ALL want to play with me?! *giggle*

Explicit version containing sodomy, analpenetration, chastity, prostatestimulation, masturbation, consensualnonconsent, overpowering, and puberty themes at 06-112X True, Desperate Confessions at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

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

“I asked you a question, Pleaser! How about Chas?” she grinned evilly, her eyes boring into Penny’s, as inescapable as sunlight in a desert

“Domina?”

“Don’t play dumb, Penny. You make a very! Bad! Bimbo!” She emphasized with three outsized thrusts. “The worst part about this position is I can’t correct you the way I want to!” She complained, but then swatted where she could reach, a tight mean grin on her face as Penny tried to dodge her. “Now, do you want to finish your business or do you want me to leave you hanging out there while Chas and I go spend our first day of honeymoon by ourselves?”

“Please don’t stop, Domina!”

“Try again.”

“I want to finish my business, Domina! Please, please let me—make me—Domina!” Penny whined.

“Then you better be honest!” The cruel smile widening, her eyes drilled into Penny’s as she demanded: “Do. You. Think. Chastity. Will. Have. To. Be. Trained. To. Like. Boys?”

“No, Domina,” Penny sobbed, admitting what she knew. “Chastity likes boys and girls.”

“How much?”

“Chastity—likes boys a lot.”

“Any in particular?” She smirked, driving the nail home.

“Please, no,” Chastity begged, and Penny, wrestling with it, conflicted between loyalty to Chas, and simultaneous fear and the desire to please Channah, gaped like a fish without any sound coming from her mouth, her eyes trapped by the gravity of Channah’s even as she pulled her head back and turned it down as if she were trying to look away.

Channah began punishing Penny again, eliciting a useless whine from Penny.

Channah shrugged, her lips wrenching back in a savage smile-that-was-no-smile that particularly terrified Penny. Deciding if she was going to quail like a baby bitch, she should act like one, Channah compressed her again, making Penny leak. But it was enough, enough to embarrass Penny, demonstrate Channah’s power, and illustrate her point: “You’re not as brave as you like to pretend, Penny darling. I hope you’re comfortable at least. Do you think Chas will even feel guilty while the two of us are hugging and kissing and cuddling one another in my safe warm bed, and you’re still hanging out here like a rotting netful of old medlars?” she asked, beginning to pull out of Penny. “Will she even think of—”

“TELL HER PENNY!” Chastity screamed. “I’M SORRY FOR BEING WEAK! PLEASE TELL HER! I LO—”

Kadidia clamped her huge hand over Chastity’s mouth and most of her face, silencing her utterly, as the two succubae laughed.

“One last Chance, girlie,” Channah offered. “Any particular girls Chastity’s got the hots for? Maybe, had a crush on since… oh I don’t know… you first met?”

After sputtering for half a second, Penny broke down in the face of overwhelming force and an even greater obviousness that everyone already knew what she was going to say anyway, whether they were eager to hear it or loath to say it, sobbing: “Yes, Domina.”

“Oh, my, this is sooooo juicy! Tell us, Penny—do you know who Chas’s secret crush is?”

“Yes, Domina,” Penny croaked.

“Well? Who is it?”

“It’s me, Domina. It’s me,” Penny wept.

“Does she LOOOVEEE you, Penny?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“Then come on and say it! You know better than that!” And she encouraged her again.

“Yes, Domina! Chastity has a crush on me—Loves me!” Penny clarified. He sobbed: “Chastity loves me.”

“You know that? For certain?” Channah asked coyly, returning to using her hand for showing Penny how much she loved her.

“Yes Domina,” she admitted, scarlet for herself and hurting for Chastity’s humiliation, but also desperately, pathetically grateful in her need to please Channah, feeling both worse and better at the same time by her confusing mix of feelings.

“You’ve known that for a loooong time, ever since you two were still boys together, haven’t you?”

“Yes, Domina. I’ve known. I knew it before I even realized what it meant.”

“All those times before your priest gave that speech that sounded like it was God talking through the priest directly to you boys and Penny almost died inside… just like she’s feeling now…”. Channah hammered another nail, more like a spike, right through both girls, relishing how Penny’s eyes filled with horror and confusion over how she knew these things. The same expression that was on Chas’s face when Kadidia dropped her hand and set it back to what it had been doing, tightening her other hand around Chastity’s wrists just to remind her how helpless and easily-handled she was.

Channah wrapped her sweaty left arm around Chas’s neck at the same time and gave her a wet, messy, sloppy deep tongue kiss, then used her arm to pull the humiliated girl closer to Penny, stretching her between Channah’s arm hooked around her neck and Kadidia’s unyielding hand yanking back on her wrists, as Channah pulled her physically into the dance even more intimately, and whispered to both of them:

“I know fucking EVERYTHING there is to know about you boys.” She snorted, as if it were obvious. “About all boys. When are you going to get it? We were made to get inside you… so to speak!” she snickered, physically emphasizing the point. “Body and soul! We’re dream-walkers and mind-readers from hell, my innocent little girls! I am the Queen of Lust! I personally harvest a dozen souls every day before I even wake up! Whatever you hope most desperately I don’t know yet—oh! There, I know it! That was easy! You two are pathetic!” she and all the Succubae were howling with laughter by this point. “Sugar bears, you’re darling little sweeties and I adore you both more than I can say, but nature has made us unequal. You were made to serve me in all ways, and I was made to top you and all the other little boys in the world!”

Literature Section “06-112[X] True, Desperate Confessions”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 112 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 983 words::Explicit 1104 words—Accompanying Images: 1893-1897—Published 2025-06-11—©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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