PREVIOUSLY: Channah, a Queen of Hell, for reasons of her own, has married two human transgender girls she is taking through the Hell of Lust on a flying chariot ride to reach their honeymoon destination. Landing at the foreboding Chang’an Castle, Penny stumbles and is caught by the mysterious and powerful Duchess Fang. NOW:
The tall, powerful, high-ranking woman didn’t move her arm an inch, or tell Penny to rise, and somehow Penny knew she wanted her to stay in her awkward and clearly-dependent half-curtsying position to emphasize her weakness. With her other hand, the woman ran her fingers through Penny’s reddish-brown hair, frowning. “Red. You must be the one called ‘Pen-ants.’”
“Yes, Mistress,” she began, not about to correct her, and amazed anyone would have considered her important enough to mention. “I’m honored—”
“Yes, you are.” And then, with a glint of a genuine if predatory smile, she let go of Penny’s arm, asking in surprise: “Nothing’s been explained to you, has it?”
Penny stumbled back and recovered her balance, opening her mouth but relieved enough when Channah strode up, saving her the need to speak by interjecting.
“Of course not! She’s practically a child! Get over here, Chas!” she called, as she and the woman embraced one another with a confusing, stressful combination of intimacy, warmth, and tension. “And I don’t mind you having a bit of fun and another avenue for… working things out.”
Penny, of course, had no idea what they were talking about, but thought it a near-certainty it portended nothing good, trying her best to remain submissive and pleasant, instead of bursting out with the hundred questions she had—about what they were saying, about this remarkable succubus, and about anything and everything she had experienced since walking through the portal. The reptilian smile shared by the two succubae didn’t give her any greater comfort.
“Your Majesty,” the woman, in her turn, bowed shallowly but quite formally. “You honor me.” Whether she meant with her visit, or… whatever had just passed between them, Penny was uncertain.
“My dear Fang, may I present my two new Princess-Courtesans, Chastity and Penance Batonnoir.”
Both girls curtsied again, formally and deeply, bowing their heads. “Mistress,” they chorused.
“I look forward to… having you both,” the woman said, her imperfectly-concealed expression of distaste casting doubt upon her polite words. Words chosen as carefully as she always spoke, making it seem her ambiguous wording was deliberate, as Channah laughed:
“I’m sure. Girls, this is Duchess Fang of Chang’an, my oldest and most-powerful vassal in China. What you call Cathay.”
“China?” Penny asked, as she was wont to do.
Channah smirked, stroking Penny’s hair possessively. “Penny’s just full of questions. I’m sure you’ll enjoy helping her learn how—and when—to ask them properly.” Then she stage-whispered in Penny’s ear: “You’d better behave around this one. She’s known as a very effective trainer.”
“I’m sure I will,” Countess Fang agreed, looking at Penny as if she were sizing the poor girl up to see how many wolves she could feed.
“What outsiders call ‘China’ considers itself, with some justification, the center of the human world, with a vast population and more-developed technology and culture than many other human domains. ‘Cathay’ is a term for the open steppe country North of China, origin of the Mongols who not too long ago nearly conquered all of Asia and Europe. You see, Penny, when you ask me a question, I will answer it. And then, I will make you do something for me. Remember this favor when you return. I certainly will.”
“Yes, Mistress,” Penny swallowed and shrank back against Channah without intending to, stifling her urge to ask what Chinese people called China.
“I’m appointing Fang as one of your Dominae,” Channah advised them. “Whenever you visit here without me, she will be in charge of you, and of course you are to obey her as you would obey me.”
“Yes, Domina,” the girls agreed nervously. “A pleasure to meet you, Domina,” they curtsied again to Fang.
Pleasing Channah
Penny took extra, nervous care to curtsy as low as she could and to hold her pose as long as she could without disrupting the pace of events. And something in Fang’s eyes took notice, not displeased with her courtesy…. or perhaps her fear. “Duchess Fang has consented to help with your training in the arts of pillowing and love.”
The girls gasped, both reflexively making eye contact with their new trainer, who seemed more curious about, than pleased or displeased by, their surprise and embarrassment, or by Channah’s announcement.
“And while I know you’re going to love the next week with me, I thought it would be a perfect start to our honeymoon for her to help you get in the right mindset for it by helping you remember and focus on what’s most important about it.”
“Which is?” the Duchess prompted them.
“Pleasing Domina?” Penny whispered.
Fang put her hand under Penny’s chin, forcing it up with her fingers and running her thumb aggressively around Penny’s lips. Despite herself, shocked little Penny might instinctively have tried to pull away if she hadn’t already been backed against Channah with nowhere to go. Continuing to regard Penny predatorily, even as she put her other hand on top of Chas’s head possessively, she commented: “There might be some hope for you yet, big-open-inviting-mouth princess.”
Penny snapped her lips closed, only to find herself sucking on Fang’s thumb. Rather than withdrawing it, Fang quite deliberately pushed it further in. “A thumbsucker. I’ve seen babies and toddlers do that in China, but never adults. Are you an infant?”
“More of a natural-born toe-sucker once you get to know her,” Channah smirked, then clapped approvingly: “Look at the poor darling’s face! She feels violated and embarrassed.”
“But too polite and intimidated to spit me out,” Fang observed, working her thumb back and forth in Penny’s mouth while the two succubae laughed. Looking at Chas, she said, simply, “Open!” and pushed her other thumb into Chas’s mouth. “Close!” and Chas snapped her lips shut around her other thumb. She was now held in the same awkward fashion as Penny, and subjected to the same suggestive motions. “Your two pink dolphins are easy to catch. I don’t think they have much future in the wild.”
“Hothouse flowers,” Channah admitted, putting her arms around both girls while Fang, licking her lips, stepped closer, so her legs were pressing into their crotches and their heads were forced slightly back against Channah’s shoulders, and Fang, with a mildly curious expression, pushed her thumbs as far as she could into the girls’ mouths, liking it when their eyes watered and they struggled not to choke at the tickling of her long nails on the backs of their throats.
Literature Section “06-64 Hella Honeymoon XX”—Part 64 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1081 words—Accompanying Images: 1599-1601—Published 2025-04-16—©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.