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 to reach their honeymoon destination. At the foreboding Chang’an Castle, Penny and Chas have been told to open Duchess Fang’s wedding gifts to their Domina, Queen Channah, while the succubae and qahramanat watch. NOW:
Operant Conditioning
“Oh—I apologize, Domina,” Hong bowed from her position kneeling on her saddle’s back. “I didn’t—”
“No, it’s fine” Esmeray interrupted hastily, reaching out, almost as if she were fighting her own arm to get it to move. “I’m sorry,” she murmured quietly, while Hong and the two succubae exchanged significant looks, and the girls scrambled to catch up. “I—recognize them. These are for… prisoners.”
“Or in this case, lovers,” Channah clarified gently. “Not you—ever. Only the girls.”
Esmeray met her eyes. “The girls?”
“Only them. Ever. I promise. Using them on the girls might even… help you.”
“Help me?” she frowned. “To use it on them?”
“Yes. You may find it… empowering. But if you never want to use them, it’s fine. We’ll definitely bring them with us on the honeymoon. Fang and Hong, they are lovely. A more fitting gift than you might even have thought. But it is the very significance and importance of the gift that makes it more serious.”
“What—what are they, Domina?” Penny asked.
“I know now,” Chas whispered. “They’re not—exactly what I’ve—seen.”
Channah looked at Chas closely, stood up, approached him, and squatted down beside both girls, surprising them by feeling them. “But you’re not bothered,” she pronounced. “At least, not in the same way as Esmeray. Good.” She turned to Penny, smiling archly, still holding them both. “They’re to restrain you girls so you’re helpless for me and I can have my way with you.” And she gasped when Penny did. “Good,” she nodded, causing Fang and Hong to exchange an amused glance. She stood and returned to her seat as Esmeray slowly reached into the box again, pulling out bright red pieces.
“Eyes,” she nodded, considering one of the pieces. “This one is for the eyes.” She drew out another. “And… the mouth?”
“Yes,” Hong confirmed.
Channah was peeking into the package she had opened, and met Fang’s gaze, smiling, before closing it again. “I’m going to save that one. Thank you, Fang. Thank you, Hong. Thank your benefactors, girls.”
“Thank you, Domina,” the girls chorused. “Thank you, Hong Qahramanah.”
“You’re very welcome, girls,” Fang and her own wife touched hands.
Trying Out the Wedding Gifts
“I want to be the first to cover their eyes,” Esmeray declared. Penny and Chas exchanged a nervous look.
“Oh, look at the girls,” Channah smiled. “Actually…” she considered for a moment, then laughed wickedly. “I like that idea. It will let you, Esmeray, have your first chance to observe the girls, and I think it will set the right… mood for the honeymoon. Let’s release Hong’s girls back to her so she can begin.” Channah stood again, as the other women imitated her.
“Hong, the Hongettes are yours again.”
“Yes, thank you, Domina,” she curtsied, deciding not to mention or inquire about the nickname. Instead, she purred: “Stand and stretch yourselves, bitches. You need to be ready for hard service again in a minute.” The four girls, all looking even more excited than before, stretched and rose, loosening up after their service as saddles.
“Esmeray, attend closely today. First to me, of course. But you’ll also have plenty of opportunities to observe what to expect when we return next week, and how Hong handles her jawari. So watch and learn. And if we’re going to blindfold the girls…” she laughed wickedly. “They won’t have any idea what’s required of them. So Esmeray, you’ll have to watch this week extra carefully to learn.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Esmeray agreed.
“First lesson, Esmeray, when you’re managing the girls…” Channah commented, moving so that Chas and Penny were between them both. “You should always be considering control. Do you have it, how to keep it, and whether you’re in any danger of losing it.”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
“With two tops, or dommes, and two bottoms, or subs, in an open area like this one, with no walls or other obstacles to help you corral your subs, I often like to trap the subs between us, the way we are doing right now.”
The girls glanced around in surprise at the first thought of their position, while Esmeray asked: “What about the edges of the hetaraslakos? Couldn’t that be a barrier?”
“Very good,” Fang nodded approvingly. “It’s good to think about how you can use your environment in each moment.
“I agree,” Channah nodded, “but the reason I didn’t want rely on it is because simply backing your girls against a cliff is an active threat which itself is out of your control. Unlike a wall, which you can usually count on to stay in place and limit not only your sub’s actions, but also to limit the number of environmental factors out of your control.”
“Out of my control?” she asked.
“When we’re ready for edgeplay, literal edgeplay, we might back the girls against the edge of the platforms.”
“Please, no, Dom—” Chas began, hushing when Channah placed her finger on the girl’s lips, otherwise ignoring her.
“Hush. No one is speaking to either of you girls. It’s adult time now.” And looking back at Esmeray, she continued with her thought: “But what if there’s a sudden gust of wind? Or your girl loses her balance or panics? Or one of the damned throws an object, either to get your attention or out of frustration? The damned are usually pretty focused on trying to reach you, but they’re not always the best-reasoned, or therefore predictable, of creatures. The point is, once you’re sure you have control, you can take your girls to the edge. But you get total control of your girls first, to limit the number of variables you have to worry about at one time.”
“Yes, Mistress. Thank you. That is helpful.”
Behind Esmeray, Hong switched back to Chinese with her girls and they began moving with purpose to form a line before her, listening to her.
Behind Channah, Fang strolled to the band of aging jawari as they finished their piece of music, and spoke with them in rapid-fire Mandarin as they nodded and bowed to her. Chas looked a bit sad as she watched their interactions.
“What’s the matter, honey bar?” Channah asked curiously, touching Chas’s chin.
Her eyes flickered to Channah’s, then away again, embarrassed, and she whispered: “I was wondering… if there was a time Fang looked upon her jawari musicians with the same tenderness she shows now… for…”. Chas forced herself to look back at her and almost linched at the expression of pity in Channah’s eyes.
“Time is a far crueler mistress than me,” Channah acknowledged. “I’m sorry, hucow. But if it’s any consolation, Fang values her old jawari, too.” She sniggered. “Dirty old jawari have their uses. Their desperation to please… is delicious.”
Satisfied with the orders she had issued, Fang sat on one of the benches, as calmly and precisely as she did everything, mainly focused on Hong, but briefly meeting Chas’s eye, startling her, making her wonder if she had heard the exchange. Fang winked so that Chas looked back at Channah, then blushed harder and looked down. Both succubae laughed as the drummers began a new piece, pounding out a much heavier percussive beat than they had before. Soon, they were joined by a sly and suggestive melody and harmony, and finally, two of the women—one a soprano, the other a tenor—began singing to one another and the world.
One of the last things Penny noticed before she was blindfolded, was the way the devils and demons below changed their movements and sounds when the music changed. They were neither singing nor dancing; indeed, they could hardly be described as rhythmic. And yet, there was something about their movements that was affected by the music from the band; some quality about their voices and expressions that complemented what the orchestra was doing.
Literature Section “06-71 Dance of the Qahramanat VI”—Part 71 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1317 words—Accompanying Images: 1633-1636—Published 2025-04-23—©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.