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RULES OF THE CARD GAME THE CHARACTERS ARE PLAYING AVAILABLE HERE.
PREVIOUSLY: Playing the demonic card game, Perdition Tarot, Channah has wagered Penny, Chas, Esmeray, and her other servants against Húanglóng; and everyone has wagered some combination of money, dares, and sacrifices on every trick and deal. The doors have been sealed, the atmosphere is rowdy, the stakes are high, and everyone in the Lodge is intoxicated. Queen Channah, well-known for and quite intent on maintaining her reputation as a good sport who pays her debts, is descending into a dark mood for reasons other than, but somehow bound up with, the game. After impulsively commanding their servants to satisfy them sexually, the second round of play is about to begin. NOW:
The eight demons resembled lizards in the sun, lying motionless and relaxed with their eyes barely open. Beneath and before them—or in Esmeray’s case, near them and with more determination than anyone else—their human and cambion servants waited, carefully still, determined not to disturb their masters or be the first to draw attention in the slowly-stretching stillness and silence. By the time the succubae, incubus, and dragon began stirring, the open-air design of the house was working its magic, clearing and re-energizing the stale atmosphere around them.
Channah and Húanglóng, whether from superior constitution or the call of duty, came back to life first, Channah immediately glancing to her part of the table, looking for her hand of cards. “Do you have our cards, Tifaret?” she asked quietly.
“Yes, Your Majesty,” Tifaret stretched as she answered, fishing their hand from a pocket sewn into her dress.
“Very good.” Channah stood up, rearranging her own dress and speaking to Penny: “Once Tifaret releases your legs, bring us more wine and water. And maybe a sna—” stepping away from the nonresponsive Penny, she looked down and realized she was unconscious, passed out in the stillness that had followed their lovemaking, her mouth open and her eyes closed, snoring quietly. Drawing her foot back to prod her, she thought further on it and turned to Esmeray. “You owe me. You owe us all.”
“Yes, Domina,” Esmeray agreed hastily, scrambling to her feet, acknowledging her debt. “Wine and water for everyone, immediately!”
Channah continued to stare down at Penance, hands on hips, considering what to do with her.
“Perhaps best to leave her alone, Your Majesty,” Fang offered. “Frankly, I think we’re lucky she hasn’t gotten sick.” She giggled. “The stakes are higher than her constitution is prepared to tolerate. I was sure illness was where she was headed. Perhaps we can wake her up for the next deal, and spank her after everyone has their cards?”
“Spank–? Oh, yes,” Channah chuckled quietly. “Or earlier, when it’s time for her to kiss my ass.” Suddenly she looked back at the table, then shrugged in resignation to see someone—most likely Esmeray—had beaten her to the humans’ hand, forestalling any possibility of securing her victory now.
After a moment’s consideration, she nudged Penny awake with her boot in her groin; and when that didn’t work, she reached down and twisted her hair, yanking her head up, slapping her cheeks, and finally pinching her nostrils shut until the girl’s confused eyes opened and she gasped for breath. She staggered back up into her seat, urged by Channah’s insistent hands, blinking and moving like one entranced and sitting quietly where Channah put her. Not disinterested—her eyes followed the activity around her—but subdued. Fang reminded her she had an empty chamber pot under her seat if she felt sick.
When everyone was back in their places, they played the second deal. Everyone sensed the dark mood gathering in Channah from the moment she saw her cards on the first deal, getting even stronger as she played. And she played terribly, making egregious errors. Those who had gambled with her before knew something was amiss—something other than losing at cards—guessing by simple process of elimination what the nature of the problem was, if not its exact form or portent. Cards only served two purposes, after all. Nor did she seem frustrated or angry, as a bad loser might be expected to seem; but deeply pensive instead. Still, it meant she wasn’t in the easy, approachable mood she usually maintained at cards; and now everyone at the table except Húanglóng found themselves second-guessing how their sovereign would react to unwelcome news. And in Húanglóng’s case, the similarly tricky task of second-guessing his wife’s reactions.
“Are you… throwing the deal?!” Húanglóng finally blurted out, astonished.
“Never!” Rivqah and Miryam blurted out, angrily, as Channah opened her mouth with a sour—but shocked—expression, ready to answer.
“Wait! Don’t answer that at risk of cheapening the stakes!” Húanglóng prevented her from answering by raising his hand sharply, glaring at her until she closed her mouth firmly, her irritation plain in her expression. “This is a chance I’ve been waiting for ever since I heard the stories about the orgy with Claudius—”
Channah cracked a smile despite herself, shaking her head “No. No!” While Miryam and Rivqah both giggled.
“Wait, let me finish! If you’re not throwing the deal, I’ll cover your bet. But if you are throwing the deal, you’ll give him the Claudian Forked Tongue.” The entire table gasped, shocked and titillated at once.
Hearing the intensity of the table’s reaction, Chastity dropped what she was doing and looked sharply around the table.
Meanwhile, Miryam was shouting: “Slanderer!” genuinely upset at Húanglóng’s suggestion.
“Our Mistress would never throw a game!” Rivqah amplified.
“You must be higher than my little redhead,” Channah laughed at Húanglóng. “How am I supposed to respond to that without cheapening the stakes, revealing the answer by my own, before you say ‘done’?!”
“Fuck. Maybe Kadidia’s remarkable laudanum is stronger than I had realized,” Húanglóng conceded.
“He probably would have agreed anyway!” Judas snickered. “You missed an opportunity there.”
“I’ll take the bet!” Miryam and Rivqah both slammed their fists down on the table loyally, looking at one another with surprise.
Miryam blurted: “But you’re covering for my—our—bet, not the original bet!”
“Second!” Rivqah insisted.
“Fine! Done!” Húanglóng brought his own palm down, followed in rapid order by Channah’s devoted ladies.
“WAIT! Foul! Or—spoiled bet—or—” Channah looked frustrated with her inability to identify the correct phrase. “Whatever. Point being, this is a bet that cannot be made without my consent!”
“‘Missing party,’” Fang supplied the correct objection quietly.
“What she said!” Channah snapped her fingers for emphasis, glaring at Húanglóng with a faint twinkle in her eyes.
“NO! No harm, no foul!” Húanglóng insisted. “You can’t complain about a bet merely because you benefit from it!”
“I—I—” Channah scrambled for words.
“HA!” Húanglóng pounced, as if he’d just completed a brilliant mathematical proof.
“I will be harmed!” Channah insisted. “My reputation is on the line here! Was I too subtle in assuring Princess I’m no sellout that you don’t see my credibility is what’s truly at stake here?!”
“Oh, bother! But I’m sure we can find a solution to buy you off,” Húanglóng suggested.
“Your Majesty, with respect, that’s not enough—Penny is also a missing party!” Chastity blurted, stoutly and bravely, everyone at the table looking first at her, then at the dazed Penny.
“The blonde bimbo lacks standing to object!” Judas shouted.
Húanglóng blinked. “Exactly! She’s not a part of this bet!”
“Then I—I object,” Penny added, frowning as if she were trying to figure out what she was objecting to.
Fang’s eyes glittered. “You’re standing up for your teammate, is that what you’re saying?” she asked, quietly and calmly, with a confidence that would have given Chastity pause if she were closer to sober.
“Yes, Your Grace!” Chastity swallowed, looking nervous. And then, when the entire table whooped with delight, and even Channah looked intrigued out of her foul mood, Chastity looked terrified. “What?”
“I’d say it’s a pity that by my calculation, just as Her Majesty says, her consent is required here,” Fang shrugged.
“Well… as reluctant as I am to consent, the stakes have been raised through the roof, now I kind of feel torn…” Channah mused.
“Consent!” Judas urged her immediately, chanting: “CONSENT! CONSENT! CONSENT!” Looking around the table and making encouraging gestures until almost everyone who wasn’t human, was clapping or pounding on the furniture and chanting with him.
Trying ineffectively to smother her smile, Channah raised her hands for silence. “QUIET!” And once she had it, she chortled. “I’ll consent on two conditions: I get to defend my honor by warming them up first, and they be purged and purified first.”
“Ohh…. Fuck,” Miryam cursed, the look of confusion and hurt on her face mirrored by Rivqah’s, even as almost everyone else in the room slammed their fists down with an enthusiastic “DONE!”
“You said you were standing up for your teammate!” Húanglóng took Chas by her long blond hair and shook her head. “Say ‘done!’”
“Your Majesty, I—I—” Chastity looked terrified.
“Her point was that Penance is incapable of agreement,” Esmeray interjected, calmly but not entirely happily. “She agreed to stand up in Penny’s place, but it was to assert her incapacity, Mistresses and Masters.”
“Ah-ha!” Judas thundered, nodding confidently, as if he’d just come up with a definitive explanation of the motions of the heavens. “But she did agree to stand up for her! And she IS capable of consent!”
“Regrettably,” Kadidia growled, “Much as I hate to admit it, I’m certain that doesn’t make any sense, Judas. You’re as addled as the rest of us.”
“Fuck,” Húanglóng grimaced, turning Chas’s terrified face so he could glower at her at extremely close range.
“But Esmeray can agree on behalf of her team,” Fang suggested quietly, the same glitter in her eye as when she had trapped Chastity a few minutes earlier.
And instantly, the demonic and cambionic eyes in the room all swiveled to focus on Esmeray.
“No, I’m sorry,” Esmeray shook her head firmly. “They’re my teammates. And I’m their qahramanah. And I don’t know… what this—‘forked tongue’ is.” And, faced with the stony, unflinching gazes and silence of the rest of the room, she shrugged and spread her hands. “It sounds bad!”
“That’s fine,” Channah agreed quietly. “You’re standing on the rules of the game. And you’re entitled to do so.” And after a momentary pause for emphasis, she continued: “As are we. Henceforth, we all shall expect your strict compliance with the rules. No more special consideration.”
“Hear hear!” the other succubae applauded, with an undercurrent of special enthusiasm.
“This game is getting better and better,” Kadidia murmured, expressing the sentiment of the crowd.
“Yes. It. Is,” Húanglóng agreed decisively.
Esmeray looked physically ill. “Please—Mistress—Mistresses—I—”
“Please, Mistress, don’t force her! I’ll consent,” Penny interjected, glancing back and forth between Channah and Esmeray.
Channah shook her head. “Your and Chastity’s ability to give consent have been challenged. So it must be Esmeray.” And lied vindictively: “This is, after all, a matter of honor.” Glaring into Esmeray’s terrified eyes, she continued: “Fang, why don’t you go first. Assuming Húanglóng’s consent to cheapen the stakes, spank her teammate as savagely as you like,”
“I consent,” Húanglóng agreed quietly.
“And then I’ll deliver on my promise. I think the Claudian Forked Tongue is easily within the parameters of the bet already made. I expect I can remember what I did in Rome.” Her gaze remained, unblinking, on Esmeray.
“Oh, all right, Mistress!” Esmeray burst out, looking miserable and ashamed. “I agree! We agree! I’m sorry, Mistresses and Masters—please! Please, we agree! Done! Done! Done!” she pounded her palm on the table three times.
Channah smiled at her, a terrible and cold smile showing she was not ready yet to forget, let alone forgive, and hinting at the possibility of retribution to come, as the rest of the room whooped in delight. “Then let’s finish the hand,” she suggested, her quiet voice dripping with malice.
At the end of the deal, Esmeray and Penny had won the hand again; and Channah had come in dead last, despite a notable improvement in her playing after the side-bet. Her mood was pushing the atmosphere of anxiety to even greater heights. Tifaret did her best not to whoop and crow as she raked in the other players’ antes, all too aware what a mood Channah had been in even before Esmeray’s brief flare of defiance had pushed her into worse. Players and lovers alike shifted uncomfortably, hesitant to predict what Channah would do next.
Blinking and realizing the hand was over, Channah shook her head and snorted. “It’s time to perform, isn’t it?” Sighing, she confessed what several at the table had figured out when she gave her conditional assent to the bet: “I wasn’t throwing the game per se. Not on purpose. Rivqah, Miryam, I am ever-grateful for your unswerving loyalty. I would never have meant to throw a game And all of you—I apologize for letting the side down. I suppose—I was trying to resist the Wheel of Fortune.”
Several demons gasped at the confirmation, even though it was of something they had suspected. The humans all seemed, to different degrees, confused, fearful, curious, or—in Esmeray’s case—guilty. “With predictably poor results,” Channah amended. “I suspect—no, I’m sure—the fates were forcing my hand. And I was momentarily focused on trying to resist them, not playing to win.” Shaking her head as if to clear it, she snapped: “Let’s satisfy honor first, and continue this discussion before the next deal, when our dealer is fully conscious again.” Heading toward the door, she snapped: “Jacob, Oliver, Hong, and Huifen—with me. Fang, would you like to wake her up, while I find the girls’ kits?”
“Very much so,” Fang smiled evilly, crooking her finger at Chas, who gasped and raised her hand to her breasts questioningly.
“You and your little companion can both drape yourselves face-down over that divan,” Fang pointed. “Tight against one another, like you’re two peas in a pod.”
“But—Mistress—” Chas sputtered, as Penny managed to look indignant through her frustration at the injustice of what was happening around her.
“But what?” Fang asked distinctly.
“Yes, Mistress,” Chas blushed, hurrying to obey her to cheers and applause. Esmeray, unbidden, her head down refusing to meet anyone’s eyes, helped the girls reposition the divan; before scurrying to take the chamber pot and set it directly under Penny’s face in case she got sick. Although she made a couple of incoherent noises, she appeared to remain asleep even after she had been moved into position.
“Go on, tight up against Penny,” Fang sang, with a suggestive push on Chas’s ribcage. Humming merrily after asking Boubacar to fetch her another glass of wine, Fang carefully pulled up each girl’s dress, leaving their bottoms and even their backs bare, before raising her own dress and settling daintily onto their backs, skin to skin, centered between them with her legs spread to the outside of both girls’ hips. Still humming, she rubbed her hands lasciviously over both girls’ buttocks, thighs, taints, and purses, sharing a conspiratorial smirk with her audience and giggling at the way the girls shivered and sighed from Fang’s gently teasing fingers.
Channah returned to the room, alone, as Fang began swatting her victims’ backsides, slapping her palms against their buttocks, left, right, left, right. First striking the girls’ inner cheeks, then their outer ones; third using her right hand against Chastity, under her right leg, then her left hand against Penance, under her left leg; fifth using her right hand on Penance and her left on Chastity. She varied her blows unpredictably, hard smack then soft pepper, fast-drumming in sequence then slow-falling and brushing against their flesh in leisurely fashion. The only consistency was the average intensity over the course of her overall arc, beginning mildly and growing steadily heavier, like a gathering thunderstorm.
Beneath her, Chastity remained stoic and still for a long time; while Penance quickly began to respond to her punishment with twitches and moues, rapidly escalating to jerks and whines, then outright struggles and cries. “I’m sorry, Chas,” Penny whispered, embarrassed.
“You didn’t do anything wrong!” Chas assured her back, also whispering. “You didn’t do anything.” It wasn’t that either of them believed they could keep their exchange private; but simply that it was private, directed to one another, not wanting or inviting input from anyone else in the room.
Their audience seemed torn, between staying where they were to enjoy the slow, steady pinkening of the sacrifices and the irregular, unpredictable dance of Penny’s hips and legs as she tried unsuccessfully to remain still; and shifting their chairs or simply standing behind Fang to watch the girls’ faces turn red and their expressions grow increasingly stressed.
“I offer anyone a Hate the redhead starts crying first!” Judas called out.
“That’s a sucker’s bet, if I’ve ever heard one!” Kadidia replied, over a chorus of guffaws. “No one’s going to accept that. But I will bet you Fang can make blondie cry, too!”
“Fine. Done!” Judas responded as they slammed their hands down.
Fang laughed, and without pausing or showing any disruption to her assault, bantered: “I’m insulted! I should object on the grounds of nonconsent, but I’d much rather insist on my right to take Kadidia’s bet. And triple it!”
“Yes!” “Outstanding!” the crowd applauded gleefully.
“Fine! It will be worth it to see you win!” Judas conceded.
“May I at least gamble on how long it takes Penny to cry?” Kadidia began. But barely before she finished her sentence, Penny started crying, provoking a round of laughter and mockery. “Never mind!”
“I think that slave is defective!” Tifaret shook her head.
“In so many ways,” Rivqah snorted.
“You have no idea,” Channah concurred.
“She’s defined by her shortcomings,” Miryam elaborated, chortling.
“I can see that!” Tifaret agreed.
“We can all see that!” Húanglóng laughed, applauding.
“Esmeray, be a dear and hand me my shoes,” Fang commanded as she reached down to wrap her finger and thumb around the base of Penny’s scrotum, squeezing hard and stretching it backwards out from the protective globes of Penny’s buttocks to where she could reach it.
“Yes, Domina,” Esmeray obeyed her, kneeling before her and gently removing her high heeled sandals, waiting patiently until Fang, holding Penny’s scrotum stretched back hard between her finger and thumb, used her free hand to take the shoes and set them on the table in front of her.
“It is a tiny little thing, isn’t it?” she asked rhetorically, swatting hard and then—with a predatory, triumphant expression—using her long fingernails to jab Penny’s balls and delighting to hear Penny’s cries grow louder and more urgent. “And getting smaller.”
Choosing one, she held it by the heel and used the flat, hard sole to slap Penny’s scrotum, over and over until she was bawling up a storm, before jamming the heel into the soft, spongy flesh for good measure. “You do know that, don’t you, missy?” Fang asked. “Long-term chastity makes your little penis even littler. And softer. Some girls lose their ability to get hard at all,” she smirked, making eye contact with her audience as Penny whimpered between screeches. Finally, when her sack was as red as her bottom, Fang reached back around her to look down at Penny “Open up!” she commanded, shoving the heel into Penny’s mouth and warning: “Hold it gently with your lips. Don’t you dare scratch my beautiful shoe with your nasty teeth!”
Penny made a sound of obedience as best she could manage as Fang took her other shoe and repeated the same process on Chastity’s scrotum, only harder and longer to win her bet—elevating the level of intensity, and thus pain, until she was satisfied with the agony expressed by Chastity’s crying mouth and flailing limbs.
When Esmeray, still seeming guilty, finally said: “I see tears, Domina!” the room cheered. Fang visibly relaxed, making the weeping Chastity hold her other shoe as she resumed her more-conventional spanking.
“I suppose I’m holding up the game,” Fang offered.
“It’s quite all right, dear, we’re all terribly amused,” Kadidia responded.
“Only—I feel—I need to finish their discipline properly!” And then, addressing her charges, she cautioned them with a series of particularly-heavy slaps: “And—never—ever!—drink from my glass without permission AGAIN! Do. You. Understand?!” She demanded. At the same time, she accelerated her attack into a frenzy of blows, until they were whining and moaning urgently and emphatically around the shoes in their mouths.
“Good! I think they’re sufficiently contrite and awake for—whatever it is—you have planned, Your Majesty,” Fang offered. “And Penny didn’t even get sick. Yet.”
“Thank you my dear,” Channah replied, standing, picking up the two wooden boxes she had collected and starting around the table towards them. “I hate to disrupt you—” she began.
“Your slavegirls are most comfortable, Majesty,” she conceded, rolling her hips sensuously as if testing them. “And their skin is soft as lambs’ wool. I will miss their backs warming my bottom.”
“Please, keep them there in position for me another moment.”
“Happily. Although I’m not sure if they’ll miss my hands warming theirs quite as much!”
“Not yet!” Channah suggested. “But given enough time and conflicting messages….”
“It’s quite common,” Fang agreed; “If you’ll give me that much time with them. I have the impression you plan on keeping them busy….” and cooing, she stopped slapping and started stroking them, quite gently and entirely skillfully, right up and down their cracks, taints, and scrotums, causing them both to bloom with goosebumps and moan from the unexpected and undeniable pleasure. “Any animal can be domesticated,” Fang finished her thought.
“Especially the weak and pliant,” Channah added, approaching them, setting the boxes down, setting Fang’s shoes down on the floor below their heads, and holding two marbles in front of their mouths, one copper and one gold. “Speaking of which… open up, girls. Go on. Unless you don’t want the lubrication?” The room laughed as the girls swiftly popped the balls in their mouths, hanging their heads in shame. “You’re right of course, Fang. I do have work for them, starting with the King’s upcoming visit. I expect these girls to be the toast of the court. Several courts. And the heteraslakos. I demand it, really, after all the training and pampering they’ve received.” And then, frowning, she spoke to them again: “Time’s up. Drop it, doggies!” She sneered as the balls fell into her hands. “Yuck. Bad puppies, drooling so much.” Stepping around Fang, she expertly popped the two balls into the girls’ bottoms, goosing each of them for good measure as she wiped her hands across their red, inflamed backsides. “Pound those in for me, will you Fang?”
“Certainly, Mistress,” Fang replied, half-slapping and half-punching the girls right on their vulnerable cracks, even as Channah moved around them again and snapped her fingers, before shoving them in their mouths. “Clean!”
Patting their bottoms proprietarily, and promising: “I look forward to doing this again with you girls for real on the heteraslakos!” Fang stood, commanding the girls: “My shoes.”
“And thank your Mistress for spending her valuable time correcting you!” Channah reminded them, watching approvingly as they kissed her toes murmuring their thanks, slipping her high heels back on in turn.
Fang petted each of them on the head, as if they were pets who had performed a trick successfully, before releasing them to Channah, who turned on her own heel and headed toward the door, breezily commanding them: “This way, girls!” without pausing, leaving them to scamper after her. And with a throaty, unsettling laugh, she promised: “We’re going to make you cleaner than you’ve ever been in your life.”
Literature Section “07-40 Dangerous Games: Wrecked and Reckless”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 40 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—3873 words—Accompanying Images: 2503-2509—Published 2025-11-11—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, stupid choices, evil, harm, danger, death, mythical creatures, idiots, and criminals. Don’t try, believe, or imitate them or any of it.
RULES OF THE CARD GAME THE CHARACTERS ARE PLAYING AVAILABLE HERE.
PREVIOUSLY: Channah has wagered Penny, Chas, Esmeray, and her other servants against Húanglóng in a demonic card game, Perdition Tarot. The doors have been sealed, the atmosphere is rowdy, and Channah is frustrated after coming out of the first deal badly. Now it is time to double down on their bets and play again. NOW:
“You’re the starter again,” Channah snapped, as everyone pushed or threw their cards back in front of Penny.
“I think I found the missing cards, Mistresses and Masters!” Hong exclaimed in surprise, patting a pocket in Judas’s sleeve and removing six cards.
“Thief!” chuckled Kadidia, then exchanging a glance with Esmeray and Fang. “I brought plenty of laudanum, and I don’t want to be soft on the little cattle, but… is it practical–?” Kadidia asked, looking at Penny askance.
Esmeray followed her gaze towards Penny, who was shaking her head and appeared to be talking quietly to the six cards Hong had found, calling them naughty; asking them how they’d escaped her; and debating with herself whether she should try to deal them back into the deck or find cards that “worked properly.” Over Penny’s shoulder she could scarcely avoid seeing Chastity, who was giggling stupidly as she puffed rapidly on a bong supplied to her by Húanglóng, who was laughing at her and pushing her down toward the floor so when she finished the bong she’d be in the perfect position to pleasure his balls and taint from below while Boubacar polished his knob from above.
Esmeray tried to smother a grin at the ludicrousness of the idea of either girl being supplied with more intoxicants as she turned back towards Kadidia. “Mistress, I—” But the the moment their eyes met they both burst out laughing. “Your Grace, I’m afraid if you supply the dealer with any further laudanum, her fingers will be too thick to shuffle the cards!”
“As long as she doesn’t throw up near me, I’ll count it as a win,” Fang agreed, shaking her head ruefully as Penny inadvertently picked up her wine and drank it. Softening her voice as if she were speaking to a confused three-year-old, she growled in an odd combination of frustration and patience: “Child? Child! You’ll have plenty of time to shuffle.”
“I will?” she asked.
“Yes,” Fang assured her. “So go get us all another round of drinks before you shuffle, there’s a good girl.”
“Yes, Mistress!” Penny staggered a bit as she made it to her feet, lifting herself straight up to leave Channah’s crossed boots undisturbed, but she was able to keep her balance and walk well enough to serve.
Fang suddenly started the formal betting by raising her voice and shouting: “As stakes for each deal, I offer on behalf of the Lodge that any silly little girls who are caught purloining their fellow revelers’ drinks should be put over the knees of their victims for a thorough spanking!”
“Girls or boys!” Kadidia suggested.
“Accepted,” Fang allowed.
“Or demons,” Esmeray added quietly but determinedly, her chin set.
After a momentary pause as the other players turned to regard her, Fang laughed and shrugged. “Fair is fair. At cards, anyway. Accepted.”
“Aye!” everyone at the table, including a giggling Esmeray, agreed, without any objection from the otherwise-engaged Penny and Chas. Followed immediately by: “Done!”
“I’m feeling lucky,” Rivqah challenged, dropping the five hates she had won from Judas onto the table before her. “I offer to anyone in the Lodge that I will best them on the next deal.”
“A good start, but not enough!” Judas exclaimed, dropping two strings of coins on the table. “I’m in a mood to get my money back from you! I’ll match and raise you to a score!”
“And why should the rest of us be left out?” Húanglóng demanded. “I propose on behalf of the lodge that for each deal, the ante will be 20 hates!”
“Aye!” came the chorus, predictably, of most of the players.
Clearing her throat nervously, Esmeray interjected: “I apologize, Your Majesty, but we cannot accept the Dragon King’s laudatory wager. As all the members of our team are property of the Queen themselves, we have no money of our own to wager.”
“I’ll stake you!” Tifaret immediately countered, adding her own money to the pot. And when everyone stared at her, she explained: “What? I saw this coming inevitably; surely you did, too? Lovers can propose raising the stakes, just not vote on them. I don’t want to be the only succubus left out of this game!”
“Well… you can’t actually stake another team, can you? It’s not your team!” Miriam reasoned.
“No, but you can bet on the outcome affecting your team,” Fang stroked her chin thoughtfully.
“So how would I word it?” Judas asked, frowning.
“In this group, instead of the lodge, offer the bet on behalf of all demons,” Fang suggested.
“That they bet… what?”
“That every demon place a bet on behalf of their team, each deal, what team they think will win the pot?” Kadidia proposed.
“Clever!” Judas granted. “On behalf of all the demons in the Lodge, I propose each demon, each deal, wager two score of malice money, on what team they believe will win the next deal, identifying that team when they offer their stake.”
“Done!” exclaimed the table, everyone quickly, and without needing to be prompted, blurting out their own team except for Tifaret, who named Esmeray’s.
“I’m disappointed in you, little woman,” Channah frowned provocatively at Penny as she finished serving her masters’ wine and settled back down onto her seat, slipping into the narrow space between Channah’s boots and the back of the chair. Channah immediately pressed the sole of one boot forward on Penny’s crotch to emphasize her words.
“What have I done wrong, Domina?” Penny asked, looking anxious and hurt. With an amused glance at Kadidia and Esmeray, Fang was subtly sliding her wine chalice toward Penny, so it rested between Penny’s chalice and hand. All three of them tried unsuccessfully to keep their expressions neutral.
“Nothing wrong, just disappointing,” she insisted, continuing to push too hard on Penny for her comfort and enjoying her efforts not to flinch or otherwise escape. “I practically—no, I literally—challenged you, and in fact encouraged you, to stand up for yourself and prove to us you have some last remaining shred of masculine, or even human, dignity,” she guffawed. “But you’ve remained quiet as a churchmouse, timid girl! I want you to admit you’re my obedient little pussywhipped bitch.”
“Domina!” Penny protested, pinkening, then gasped as Fang put her hand on Penny’s crotch and began playing with her.
Channah shrugged. “It’s true! Why not admit it? In fact, your silence already admits it. Doesn’t it? Go ahead. If you won’t make a challenge worthy of the game to prove you have the tiniest shred of manhood, I’m going to consider taking your feminization to the next—” she separated the toes of her boots “level.” And with that, she snapped them back together like a pair of scissors closing sharply on Penny’s purse and clit.
“Owwooohh!” Penny screeched, trying to protect herself. Finding herself unable to loosen the grip of Channah’s boots on her, she began thrashing and hooting in pain. “Please Domina! No! Just—do whatever you want me to challenge you to, but please don’t take away my—my—”
“You can’t even say it. You obviously don’t have any use for it.”
“I do I do I do I do please Mistress Domina Queen! Just punish me but please don’t maim me!”
“‘Maim?!’” she asked incredulously. “I daresay your little companion would get down on her knees and beg for the privilege of being made a natural girl, if she could!” And turning her head toward Chas, she raised her voice to make sure she got the blonde girl’s attention: “Wouldn’t you, Chastity?”
Removing her lips from Húanglóng’s dong, she gulped nervously, turning on her knees towards Channah and bowing subserviently. “But—but I am not Penance, Domina. I know regardless of what I feel—she would never feel that way!” Chas managed loyally.
“I don’t think she believes you’ll honor your bets,” Rivqah growled menacingly.
“no! I-I—” Penny began, only to be cut off.
“It’s an outrage to suggest such a thing!” Miriam echoed. “My Queen, you should—”
“All right all right I’m sorry!” Penny wailed. “On behalf of the lodge I propose the team with the lowest score in each deal must kiss the bottoms of the winning team!”
A loud roar of shock—but not a condemnatory one—sounded in the room as Channah abruptly withdrew her legs and Penny, trying not to cry, held herself protectively, leaning forward and whining.
“Don’t make me part of this bet!” Esmeray hissed, pinching Penny’s arm.
“I mean—the player, the lowest-scoring player must kiss the bottom of the winning player!” Penny hastily amended.
Channah had sat straight up and leaned forward, interested. “Penance Batonnoir, I do declare you’re a nasty-minded girl!”
“Oh, come on!” Penny whined, while the table erupted in laughter
“Have a drink,” Kadidia suggested, nudging her. “It will lessen the pain and make you feel better.”
Penny took the nearest glass and drank from it as Esmeray, stricken with guilt and feeling they were ganging up on the girl too much, tried to warn her: “No Penny don’—oh, drat.”
“What?” Penny asked worriedly, turning her head.
Esmeray shook her head sympathetically. “Domina Fang moved her glass in front of yours.”
“Oh fuck,” Penny whimpered, briefly flicking her eyes across Fang’s, ashamed and accusing at once, before dropping her head—then straightening and saying: “Fuck it!” Before gulping down the rest of Fang’s glass.
Fang looked scandalized, tried to look mad, but wound up looking more intrigued and pleased as she leaned over, gently pried Penny’s hands off her penis, and soothingly began stroking her. When Penny looked up in shock, Fang gave her a quick, chaste kiss on the lips, laughing at the effect she had had.
“The villain’s suggestion is outrageous!” Judas suggested.
“Hear hear!” the other demons chorused.
“To suggest that a demon would stoop so low as to—” Judas blustered. Then broke out laughing when Channah shot him a dirty look.
“The girl already thinks we’re all word-breakers!” Channah cried, sounding offended by the idea. Eyes on Penny, she stood in her seat and leaned forward, causing Penny to gasp, redden, and shrink back a little, uncertainly. “I won’t have it!”
“Hear hear,” Miriam and Rivqah chorused, rolling their eyes, as Fang, giggling, withdrew her hand from Penny’s semihard penis, even as Kadidia replaced it with her own, drawing a strange sound out of Penny’s throat.
“I accept the proposal as modified,” Channah clarified, beginning to slowly circle the table, never taking her eyes off Penny, who swallowed nervously.
“Oh, Aye!” the other players agreed in turn, Miriam adding: “I’m sooo going to make you regret that, little girl.”
“Call it, then, girl. Call your stakes.”
“Done?” She asked uncertainly.
“WITH CONVICTION!” The demons all howled.
“DONE!” Penny shouted at the top of her lungs, echoed by the demons. And drained her own glass, leaving Fang with nothing.
Fang hissed with surprise: “You’re—going to—pay!” she promised, the threat ameliorated somewhat by her accompanying giggle, pinching Penny’s hip without distracting her eyes which were following Channah’s smug expression, and her progress around the table, worriedly.
“Shuffle,” Channah mouthed silently but very deliberately. And then, snapping her finger: “I mean NOW.” Even the other demons were watching Channah now, with a mixture of curiosity and excitement, as she took her time circling the table, her target clear.
With a swallow, Penny hastily started shuffling. After giving her hard little clit a couple more tugs, Kadidia withdrew her own hand. A second later Penny flinched again as there was a thunk under the table. Miriam’s and Rivqah’s simultaneous movement, sliding down in their chairs, and their giggle at the noise, clarified for anyone who was still confused that they had both thrust their boots at Penny’s crotch at the same time. Now they competed for a moment, pushing one another’s feet out of the way snickering like school children, before sharing a glance, and apparently an idea.
“Spread your legs, dealer,” they commanded as one, each pushing forcefully on one of Penny’s legs to force them apart, making plenty of room to rest both their soles against her crotch. But to judge from Penny’s face, they were being more gentle than Channah had been.
Penny, flustered, spilled the cards from one of her hands and had to gather them back together again, pressing her lips together as if trying very hard to concentrate, before she could resume shuffling, amusing everyone else.
“Wank yourself,” Esmeray barked, tapping Penny’s shoulder.
“What?!” she asked, already disoriented by everything happening to and around her; now set further off-balance by the sheer surprise of her partner’s order.
“You heard me. Touch yourself. Stroke it.”
“But—why—”
“Because I’m certainly not going to be touching it,” Esmeray clarified. “And Chastity is too far away. But there’s nothing in the bet to prevent our team from playing with you so we can rearrange our turn, just like the others!” And when Penny remained frozen, she slapped her upper arm hard enough to sting. ‘’Do it now! Before you deal!”
Penny hesitated, then barely touched herself, turning bright red as people around the table laughed at her, then returned to shuffling as Channah barked out loud: “SHUFFLE, knave! Aren’t you done yet?!”
And with a final feathering of the cards, Penny squeaked: “Yes, Mistress.”
“Good,” Channah purred, stepping over the front of Esmeray’s chair so she stood against the back of Penny’s chair with her buttocks more or less in Esmeray’s face even as Esmeray backed away to give her more room. Enjoying the way Penny subconsciously hunched down in her chair as she bent over her, Channah rested her hands gently on Penny’s shoulders, then put her right hand on the front of Penny’s collar, pulling it back against Penny’s throat, holding her tight back against Channah’s chest, even as she dropped her other hand down to Penny’s crotch, taking her in hand and pulling Penny and her chair back by Penny’s neck and crotch until Miriam’s and Rivqah’s legs dropped off the front of her chair.
“You’re mine now,” she whispered, stroking Penny. And then, provocatively, continued: “Deal. While you can still reach the table.”
Making mouing noises, Penny began dealing, as she had been taught, by threes.
“Did you know you’re wearing a choke-collar, puppy? With just a thought—” the collar shrank around Penny’s neck and Penny started gasping and choking in panic. Channah explained in her ear, loud enough for everyone around the table to hear: “I’m no copout, slave-girl.”
“I—” Penny began, but Channah choked her off, tightening the collar—and her hand—around Penny’s neck even further as she shushed the girl. “And I’m going to prove it to you,” she continued. “Just as soon as you finish dealing.”
“There!” Penny squeaked. “All dealt!”
As the other players—and for Channah and Penny, as Tifaret and Esmeray—picked up their cards, Channah murmured: “Good.” Taking her hand off Penny’s pussy and taking hold of the back of her chair, without releasing her neck, Channah suddenly and swiftly tipped Penny over backwards, eliciting a startled cry from the girl and a surprised sound from the other members of the Lodge. “As the last player with my hands on my girl before she finished dealing, I’m going to switch with whoever was first after the rest of you choose your turn-order.”
“Second!” Esmeray immediately claimed their spot.
“Third!” Miriam and Rivqah both claimed, then looked daggers at one another.
“You’ll go last if you can’t agree now.”
“Alternating tricks?” Rivqah proposed, to break their deadlock before Channah intervened, and Miriam nodded her head in agreement.
“Frickking fifth,” Kadidia grumbled.
“Shitting sixth!” Fang topped her. “And I was the one who started it! This is my reward?!”
Setting Penny’s chair on its back, and shaking a finger of her left hand in front of Penny’s face, which was reddening as she struggled to breathe, Channah commanded: “Stay! Spread your legs, honey. As wide as they can go.” And after Penny had obeyed, she encouraged her, even as she dropped to her knees, straddling Penny’s left leg: “Good girl. Keep your legs spread and hold the top of your chair-back with your hands. Go on!”
“Yes, Domina,” Penny managed nervously, hastening to obey, whimpering as Channah rammed her right knee against Penny’s side and her left knee as deeply as she could between Penny’s buttocks, leaving her right hand clamped tightly around Penny’s throat as she slowly and gently began stroking Penny’s clit with her left hand. “What are you doing?” Penny wheezed fearfully, provoking loud laughter all around them.
“Listen to you, huffer. Calm down. You can still breathe. Enough. You’re still an innocent but even you’re not that innocent anymore, are you, Princess? You know exactly what I want from you. I want you to cum for me so I can show you—and any other humans with the temerity to doubt us—that demons don’t renege.”
Penny groaned helplessly, much to the entertainment of everyone watching. “Please—I trust—I swear—I believe—” and as Channah sped up her hand, Penny groaned in surrender, puffing “Please—PLEASE, not with everyone watching…”
“Everyone will watch your pathetic little spooge, loser. I need witnesses so you can never again accuse a demon of being a promise-breaker. Unless…” she withdrew her hand, leaving Penny panting and whimpering even harder than before. “You swear you’ll never accuse demons of being backtrackers again. Then I’ll lock you up to keep you safe and sound from being molested by any nasty Demon Queens. Maybe…. Permanently. Yes. So you’ll remember your lesson. I think so.”
“No ple—”
“Your choice,” she shrugged.
“Please…” Penny swallowed and rasped, looking desperate.
“Please what?” Channah asked archly. Smiling cruelly, she asked: “What’s it going to be—back in your cage, or cum like a whore in a tavern show for me and all my friends and vassals?”
And when Penny made some incoherent noises, and her arms shuddered like she wanted to let go of the chair and play with herself, Channah shook her head. “Nuh-unh, sorry Princess.” She ran her finger up and down Penny’s clit ever so slowly, everyone laughing at the way the girl and her girl-penis jumped and thrashed in tandem at the tease. “You have to say it. And since you’ve made me wait by trying to defy me—”
“No, Domina, I swear I haven’t—”
“HUSH!” she barked, tightening her grip and her collar on Penny’s neck even further to make her croak, and sharply spanking her pussy one time, making her bark and jump before going back to her slow, maddening, teasing, torturous movements. “Take her wrists and ankles. Spread them and hold them down. Hard. I want her to feel how helpless she is,” she commanded the nearest humans, who moved instantly to obey her.
“Your face is turning red. And maybe puffing up a little bit,” she observed casually. “You’re starting to look a bit like a piggy. Again. Do you remember the last time you played piggie?” she shrieked with laughter, joined by Miriam and Rivqah, as Penny turned something like aubergine and tears started leaking out of her eyes. “We’re going to have to share that story with everyone tonight. Won’t that be fun, Miss Piggy?”
“No, Domina,” Penny pled.
“Since you’re making yourself look all piggy, you must really miss being a piggy, don’t you?”
“No, Domina!” she burst out crying.
Snorting with amusement, Channah continued: “I’m going to give you two choices, and I’m going to choke you harder and tease you longer if you do or say anything other than telling me which of my two choices you want. Do you understand, Miss Piggy?”
Penny nodded desperately.
“I can’t hear you, and you can’t speak…” she jiggled the base of Penny’s shaft for a second before going back to her long, slow stroking motions, drawing a helpless whine from her victim and chortles from her companions. “Snort once for no and two for yes, Miss Piggy.”
Reddening even further, Penny, miserable, snorted twice. Channah smiled with savage triumph as the people around them—with a couple of notable exceptions—whooped and applauded. “Good little piggy. Here’s option one…” she tickled just under the head of Penny’s hood, watching with something like a clinical interest as the poor girl rasped and thrashed helplessly beneath her. “You say: ‘I’m so ashamed of the pathetic little piece of rice between my legs. Please lock up my miniature cockette forever and throw away the key so no one ever has to see it again.’ Did you get that, honey?” And when Penny nodded miserably, she reminded her: “I can’t hear you.”
Penny snorted twice.
“Get your mouth back on me,” Húanglóng snapped, yanking down on Chastity’s collar until her face was back in his crotch. “I may even cum myself.”
“And I want my qahramanah back,” Fang demanded, snapping her fingers. Hong gave her no reason to complain, instantly disengaging from Judas and dropping to her knees before Fang, moving her tongue as Fang had trained her and immediately drawing a satisfied groan from her Domina. “You can keep using my trainee,” she offered Judas.
“You know what to do,” Judas growled, and Huifen, despite turning red, promptly demonstrated that she did. Around the room, the remaining demons maneuvered their servants into the positions that pleased them best.
Tifaret crossed the room and stood over Penny’s head, rubbing herself and looking questioningly at Channah, who shook her head. “Absolutely not. I’ll use that mouth after I pay off my bet. Or maybe, while I pay it off.”
“But I need something,” Tifaret pouted, throwing a speculative gaze at Esmeray, who looked at Channah and shook her head rapidly, imploringly.
Channah rolled her eyes. “You can use her rear if you grab her cage for me.”
“Fine,” Tifaret shrugged reluctantly, recovering the cage and kneeling between Penny’s legs as she rubbed herself against Penny’s taint, rapidly growing and pressing against her.
Penny groaned, even as Channah held up two fingers. “Option two. You can admit the truth and repeat after me—word for word, with real passion, what I tell you to say, to thoroughly entertain our audience with your wetness. Well?” She asked, raising her brow as she continued to use her clever, expert hand on Penny, watching the girl and all her parts shudder and shake, even as Channah clambered over her leg and knelt on her chest, making room for Tifaret, who dropped to her knees, set Penny’s cold cage on her tummy, and pushed up her legs onto her shoulders as she began lubricating her member.
Channah cautioned Penny: “And honey—if you wait too long and pop before you decide? There’s no third option for you here. You’re going to spend the rest of the day being paddled and tortured by every single person here, and the rest of your life with that cage on your clitty. So you better not cum bef—”
Penny snorted twice, urgently.
“What’s that sugar bear?” Channah beamed radiantly, enjoying Penny’s capitulation, and the cheers of her near-peers.
Penny snorted twice again, desperately.
“Then repeat after me, sweetie, and you better be persuasive!” Channah air-kissed her before she began speaking dramatically, pretending to be Penance to entertain her audience and further humiliate her victim: “‘Oh, Domina, you’re so right about me—you’re always right!”
“Oh, Domina, you’re so right about me—you’re always right!” Penny wept.
“Try again. This time, with real feeling!” Channah moved her hand from Penny’s neck to her cheeks, squeezing them and shaking her head back and forth as her hand sped up on Penny’s penis.
“OH DOMINA YOU’RE SO RIGHT ABOUT ME—YOU’RE ALWAYS RIGHT!!!!”
“What a good girl. Just like that! Now, convince us you mean every single word: ‘I admit it. I’m a pathetic humiliation whore. I’m your pathetic humiliation whore, Queen Channah!”
“I ADMIT IT! I’M A PATHETIC HUMILIATION WHORE!!” Penny started bawling, even before she felt the first insistent touch of Tifaret against her sphincter. “N—” she almost began, then looked straight at Channah in terror before moving her mouth silently until she remembered the only thing she was allowed to say: “I’M YOUR PATHETIC HUMILIATION WHORE, QUEEN CHANNAH!!!”
“Now say, ‘Omigoddess I love me a big demon cock in my pussy-hole!”
“OMIGODDESS I LOVE ME A BIG DEMON COCK IN MY PUSSY-HOLE!!!” Penny wailed and cried and—as Tifaret began pushing in earnest—grunted in agony, even as the room exploded with cheers and applause, fighting with the laughter for everyone’s breath.
“Say that again!” “Yes!” Demons hollered.
“You heard them, pussy. Say: ‘There’s nothing like big demon cock for Me, Dominae! I’m a regular demon-cock whore!”
Penny’s words ran together and blurred into her tears and sobs, but the overall effect was so satisfying Channah simply enjoyed it, laughing and clapping her hands as earnestly as the others: “THERE’S NOTHING LIKE BIG DEMON COCK FOR ME, DOMINAE!!! I’M A REGULAR DEMON-COCK WHORE!!!”
Extemporizing, between laughing and breathing, Channah managed: ‘Oh. Mistress Tifaret, please give me more of that giant demon-donkey dick! It’s what I live for!’”
Penny gave her a desperate, pleading look for half a second before plunging onwards, knowing better than to test her Domina’s patience any further: “OH! MISTRESS TIFARET! PLEASE GIVE ME MORE OF THAT GIANT DEMON-DONKEY-DICK!!!! IT’S WHAT I LIVE FOR!!!”
Shrugging as if she were agreeable, Tifaret laughed: “If that’s what you want, slut.”
“’Give it to me really hard, Mistress! I mean it—harder! Harder! Punish my ass with your giant clit! It’s what I need you to demolish me!’”
“GIVE IT TO ME REALLY HARD, MISTRESS TIFARET! I MEAN IT—HARDER! HARDER!! PUNISH MY ASS WITH YOUR GIANT CLIT!!! I NEED YOU TO DEMOLISH ME!”
“Go on!” Channah urged her, speeding up her hand further. “Don’t pretend you need me to tell you what to say anymore! I want to hear you beg nonstop, nonstop and convincingly, until your orgasm is completely over!”
“YES DOMINA!!! OH, MISTRESS TIFARET, PLEASE, IT IS WHAT I WANT! I WANT YOUR BIG DEMON-DONKEY-(what was—oh!) DONKEY-DEMON-DICK!! OMIGAAAWWWWDDDD GIVE IT TO ME PLEASE I BEG OF YOU! I BEG THIS! I BEG IT! I’LL DO ANYTHING, PLEASE MISTRESS, IF YOU’LL JUST LET ME HAVE IT, MISTRESS! AND DOMINA, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DON’T STOP!!! PLEASE MAKE ME CUM LIKE THE LITTLE DEMON SLUT I AM! I WANT IT SO—I WANT—I WANT—UUUUNNNGGHHHAAA!!!!”
And Channah darted back off Penance’s chest to kneel beside her even as her hand moved furiously and Penance bucked and thrashed and screamed and came like a banshee. The laughter and demeaning comments from around them once again transitioned into applause and complements for Channah, and Channah mock-bowed even as she announced, continuing to play with Penny’s little thing, slowing down her hand but squeezing and pressing with greater force as Penny shuddered and shrieked through the aftershocks of her orgasm: “Now… pay attention! This is how demons play for real!” Swooping down on Penny’s belly, she licked and sucked up the heaviest ropes and puddles of Penny’s mess before twisting so her face was over Penny’s. Penny shook her head and snorted like a pig once, and Channah nearly lost it, barely keeping her lips closed over the smile that threatened to break through them, as she shook her head and slapped Penny’s face, hard, once on one cheek and once on the other, before raising one eyebrow expectantly. Surrendering, the fight draining out of her before Channah’s insistence, Penance opened her mouth, groaning miserably but with acceptance as Channah kissed her, pushing her own spunk back into her mouth, even as Channah continued to squeeze and rub her penis, swirling her tongue in Penance’s mouth and occasionally pushing her tongue down hard to the back of her throat, reveling in every sign of struggle.
“That’s my girl,” Channah praised her like a well-behaved dog, petting her hair and her little clit proprietarily before lifting her leg over Penny’s face and settling down onto it. “Now shush up and get to work!” she barked. “Mmmm…. Isn’t it nice to admit the truth?” she demanded between licking Penny’s belly, and proving with her thoroughness and tenacity that indeed, she could never be accused of reneging on her word. “I’ll bet you think you’ve died and gone to hell,” Channah sniggered. “Getting to cum like this with such a big, hard, juicy phallus in your bubble-butt, with your Domina’s pussy on your face? This must be the greatest moment of your entire pathetic existence!” meeting Tifaret’s eyes, the two succubae laughed and high-fived each other, thoroughly enjoying themselves. Careful not to let her lips close around any part of her girl’s flesh, by even a fraction of an inch, Channah stuck her tongue out and used her hands to bend and twist Penny’s girl-boy-parts so she could lick off every single drop of moisture from them, before squeezing her scrotum and penis brutally to force them back inside their ring and cage, ignoring Penny’s muffled cries except to share another smile with Tifaret. The moment she heard the cage click, assuring her it was locked in place, she leaned forward and pulled Tifaret towards her so they could share a sensual kiss, using and ignoring the helpless slave beneath them.
“This is soooo hot. Ungh!” Channah groaned. “Your tongue feels so good, Miss Piggy. Ohh you’re a fast learner, Zuckerbär.” And settling deeper onto Penny’s face, even as she relaxed the collar to its normal size, enjoying the way Penny now struggled for breath under the weight and bulk of Channah’s wide, generous body, she mused around Tifaret’s tongue: “There’s nothing like a well-trained slave, is there?”
“No, Mistress,” Tifaret whispered.
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PREVIOUSLY: Channah and Húanglóng have agreed to resolve a disagreement between them by betting on a game of Perdition: Demonic Tarot. When Penny is upset to find her services anted up into the pot, Channah dares her to raise the stakes and fight for herself. The game is beginning with the serious business of betting enhanced by shameless teasing and cheating on the side. NOW:
“As the hostess, it falls to me to call for the stakes. With the House whole,” Channah began, batting her eyelashes at her husband: “Sweetie dear, since you are offering a condition…”
Húanglóng responded, rolling his eyes: “Yes, dear. Channah, as stakes for this game, I offer the services of myself and two of my best vassals—their selection being subject to your veto—to spend exactly one week at Sademtsaowah using every ounce of our persuasive powers in good faith training every jariya you deliver to us there during the week we are committed to staying. And as a condition for inducing you to make a counter-stake, I renounce any claim that under our marriage contract, marrying chattel would change their status or their treatment.”
“Thank you, my love,” Channah smiled and reciprocated: “Húanglóng, as stakes for this game, I offer the services of my servants George, Jacob, Esmeray, Chastity, and Penance, with Fang’s consent Huifen—”
Fang quietly but audibly intoned “Consent.”
“and with Kadidia’s consent Boubacar—”
Kadidia likewise murmured “Consent.”
“In their present condition less any losses they incur during this esteemed game, for a period of exactly one week, with title and no restrictions of any kind except that you must return them in at least as good as the condition you received them, subject to normal wear and tear. I will deliver them to you without anything else, not so much as a stitch of clothing or a sip of water, if you can win more tricks than me before the House is unsealed.”
“Your counter is acceptable, and my offer is firm.”
“I accept it.”
“DONE!” they both cried, slamming their fists on the table.
“Well-met and well-bet!” came several approving cries from around the table.
Practically before the cheers were finished, Judas impatiently barked:
“As stakes for every trick of this game, I offer on behalf of the Lodge that every member of the team losing the highest-ranked card, take a deep draught. And as a condition for inducing the members of each team to agree, I propose every member of the Lodge finish a tankard or a bong before each deal and certify their compliance by pronouncing themselves ‘Staked and Baked’!”
“Seconded!” Húanglóng, Rivqah, and Kadidia all roared at once. “Vote!”
“Aye!” every demon at the table announced, and then immediately stared at Penny, whose jaw had dropped at the proposal and had to close her mouth before she gulped.
“Excuse me, Mistresses and Masters.” Turning to her teammates she asked “What do you think?”
While behind her came a chorus of loud boos and razz noises. Penny glanced back, looking indignant, and burst: “What?! Mistresses.”
“This isn’t a democracy!”
“Who do you think you’re playing with?!”
“I was told the rules—” more catcalls immediately drowned out Penny’s ability to speak, and almost, she capitulated, but noticing several players were laughing, Jacob looked pissed, Tiferet looked curious, and the human lovers looked resigned (and ignoring George’s confused expression), Penny frowned thoughtfully, turning back towards her teammates.
Before she could even articulate her question, Chas, with a gesture for her to hurry, said: “Yes! Yes! Of course!”
“Fine,” Esmeray agreed, unphased.
“Ah—Aye?” Penny said back to the table
“DONE!” Judas led a chorus comprised of everyone at the table except Penny, likewise leading the Lodge by slamming his fist down into the table.
“PRINCESS!” Channah bellowed.
“Done,” Startled, she rapped the table unconvincingly, earning another round of complaints.
“Is this one as soft as she seems?” Judas demanded.
“She is!” Kadidia, Rivqah, and Miriam all chorused with various degrees of disparagement while Penny’s shoulders stiffened and Channah choked with laughter on the bong she was inhaling from.
Judas shook his head while Húanglóng barked, “I think I see where this is going! Doing—as you have asked—by applying my ingenuity to their training, I think we need to play by dragon rules. I propose we add the Dragon King rule for the duration of the game!” From their reactions, Channah and her handmaidens knew this rule, and would be likely to approve.
“I am not familiar with that,” Judas admitted, while several other players shook their heads to indicate the same.
“Point of order—” Penny raised her hand, being completely ignored by Húanglóng, who bellowed over her:
“I propose, starting immediately, that the starter of each deal be able to unilaterally change and add rules at the beginning of each deal!”
“I love it!” “Second!” “Vote!” various demons cried.
Penny seized a momentary silence to blurt out at high speed: “point-of-order-you-can’t-add-rules-the-first-round!” And then when the demons came up short, staring at her, she swallowed again. “Can you?”
Kadidia and Fang exchanged an amused, but intent look over Penny’s head that the girls would soon understand meant they were communicating through their minds. With a decisive nod, they both surprised Penny by sliding right up against her from either side, hooking their near arms under hers to push them behind their shoulders where they would be useless and locking them in place with their own arms, their near hands each reaching around Penny’s head to play with her hair and ears and giggling at her reaction.
“Hey!” Penny protested ineffectually. “Wha—you can’t—can you?!”
“Actually, we can, chattel,” Fang assured her. “As long as we don’t interfere with your game play—and since we haven’t even chosen the starter or the dealer yet, there’s no game to play—we can do—” she leaned in, brushing her lips over Kadidia’s hand and Penny’s ear to whisper: “whatever we want.”
“And make you do whatever we want,” Kadidia added, reminding her: “You’re still property of our Queen, and thus chattel to all the succubae. Chattel.” And then, seeing how Penny gasped, she reached her far hand around, nodding at Fang who followed her lead. Both of them placed their hands on Penny’s knees, and when she tried instinctively to snap them together, both succubae laughed, slipping their hands partway up Penny’s thighs and seizing them by their insides, pulling them insistently. “Are you… resisting, chattel?” her soft, pseudo-intimate suggestion hinting at closeness while being pitched loudly enough for the whole table to hear, provoking a round of expressions of surprise and mock-concern.
“No, Mistress,” Penny whined, deflating and yielding as the two succubae prised her knees apart and then gasping again in shock, amusing the other teams, as they deftly lifted them over their own knees.
Before their hands snuck back towards Penny’s crotch, almost making the poor girl hyperventilate.
“Don’t move them back unless we tell you to,” Fang whispered.
“No, Mistress!”
“Do you know what your Domina gave us?”
“No, Mistress?” Penny sounded uncertain and nervous.
“Access… privileges…” Fang hissed sensually, as her hand closed on Penny’s cage, squeezing it to command it to open and pulling it from her body, eliciting a deep, shocked breath that turned into a querulous squeal.
“She sounds scared!” Judas laughed. “Certainly not the reaction you’d expect from a girl lucky enough to have kept her cock. So far.”
“Oh, she doesn’t have a cock—look at it,” Fang simpered, leaning back so by leaning forward Judas could see it.
With a surprised sound, he laughed: “Point taken!”
“But her clitty is very. Hard,” Fang purred.
“And it is cute,” Kadidia teased.
“I’d warn you she hasn’t been allowed any cummies in some time and she’s close to popping but…” Channah shrugged.
“Oh, it’s obvious,” Kadidia laughed.
“Open your mouth,” Fang commanded her quietly; and then: “Wider.” And when Penny obeyed, she pushed the cage, and the hem of Penny’s dress, between her teeth, commanding her to “Hold those fast!” This, and the way they were holding her arms behind them and her legs on top of theirs, had two salutary effects: The first, of putting Penny completely on display for the very salacious attentions of her admirers, and the second, of shutting Penny up.
Fang held up a single finger, her index finger, so close to Penny’s face her eyes crossed, and then slowly and dramatically, dropped it between Penny’s legs, tickle-stroking her clit from one end to the other, eliciting a forceful, helpless squeak and a helpless shudder that caused the entire crowd to erupt in delight. Her face turned red and she writhed and shuddered helplessly under the intensity of Fang’s one, delicate, carefully-applied fingertip, entertaining the Lodge even as it embarrassed her. Most of all, it embarrassed her she couldn’t help her body’s (and if she could admit it to herself, her soul’s) responses to the things that were done to her, no matter how much she tried. It made her feel like a scandalous, sinful little hussy, and she was afraid it revealed her to be exactly that.
“What do you think… shouldn’t your team vote to play Dragon King Perdition? Hmm baby?”
“You know we’d think up ever such sensual and obscene pleasures a scandalous, sinful little hussy like you would adore!”
Penny made a sharp, screeching sound of protest as the room erupted in cruel laughter, mortified and dismayed to have her own thoughts—thoughts she wished she could stop herself hearing, or better yet even having—broadcast to the roomful of people around her.
“And I think we could add rules in the first round,” Kadidia managed to make it sound like something she’d just decided this moment, as her finger began brushing over Penny’s taint, slipping insidiously between the rising globes of her buttocks to explore and tease where they had not been invited. But Penny’s face and labored breath and glowing skin made it obvious to everyone in the room that she was incapable of offering resistance to any violation, however outrageous, if only her expert handlers were the ones to demand it of her. Her hips were starting to shift and roll, and the sounds she made when she breathed were becoming higher-pitched and harder. “Don’t you, ‘zuckerbär’?”
“Maybe—” Penny almost seemed to have forgotten her mouth was supposed to be holding her cage and hem; the dress didn’t fall far, but her cage would have fallen to the floor and rolled under the table if Fang hadn’t caught it and tossed it on the table before setting her hand back to work. “Domina Esmeray please—”
“Nooo,” her qahramanah promptly said, firmly and lyrically, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world but she was trying to explain it to a child. Pushing her knuckles into Penny’s back, she urged her: “Say ‘no’ or say nothing!”
“Yes Mistress—I mean, no! OHOWOWOWW!” her voice jumped an octave and several decibels as Kadidia’s teasing finger curled with her other fingers into a vise she clamped around Penny’s purse, twisting and pinching it brutally enough that Penny instinctively started bringing her legs together and trying to struggle out of their arms. But they just laughed, Kadidia wrenching all the harder and Fang turning her own gentle fingertip into a raking claw.
“Legs spread!” they both commanded at once, and with a whimper, and then sobbing, Penny made herself yield, her knees shaking with the effort to fight her own instincts while Kadidia continued to hurt her, confused further as Fang kissed her sweetly… and then Kadidia, aggressively.
Around them, the assault on Penny was bad news for everyone else of lower status. The wisdom of Tifaret’s proactive attentions to her Queen became more obvious—by anticipating her liege’s pleasure, she at least had some measure of agency over how she served it. Whether Channah was kinder to her than her handmaidens had been to the cambions because of her demonic purity, or because of her cleverness, was not entirely clear. But their particular cruelty to Jacob seemed confirmed by how Rivqah, almost idly, was turning and twisting the nipple clamps she had just affixed to him. Oliver’s fate, meanwhile, was somewhere in the middle: Standing rigidly, facing away from the table, to form a seat-back for Miriam.
Húanglóng, sitting on the other side of Fang, snarled, making a mildly disgusted gesture towards Penny, its mildness expressing more about his laid-back personality than his opinion of people: “You’re rewarding her! She’s clearly a nervous Nellie, a sour-faced Puritan, and even worse—a pedantic pseudo-intellectual! All at once!”
“Pseudo-intellectual,” Channah crowed. “Ouch! I’ll have you know I’ve invested in years of education for these three!”
“They’re shitting cattle! Swine before whom you’ve cast your pearls. ‘Pseudo’ at best, I’d say. And I can assure you, little Ms. Twit—” Húanglóng shook his finger at Penny accusingly “—if you so much as open your entitled little mouth while you’re reporting to me, I’ll fill it immediately with something that needs servicing! Speaking of which….”
Everyone who was a full-blooded demon was laughing, as Húanglóng leaned behind Fang to grab Huifen around her waist and Hong by her arm, pulling them both over to him and sitting them on opposite knees as they squealed and purred perfectly for him. “Seeing as how you’re not using these…”
Fang’s face revealed little or nothing, but it can be said she didn’t look enthusiastic, or necessarily even pleased, by the King’s—not even her King’s—helping himself to her property.
Húanglóng would not have noticed if she had been more expressive; he was already locking lips with Hong, who was giggling and moving her hand between his legs, while Huifen followed her Mistress’s lead, leaning over to kiss his neck and running her hand over his chest.
On the other side of Esmeray, Judas, complaining: “I’m not going to be the only one left out! You two!” he snapped his finger at Chastity and Boubacar. “Come get on my knees!”
Chastity felt her heart flutter; she just couldn’t tell why. She felt fear, primarily of the unknown, but she also felt excitement, from that, and the way Judas looked; which was normal enough—not like the Dragon King with his nearly divine charisma and size—but fit and well-maintained. And not the tiniest part of her was glad someone had at least picked her! A minute later, despite her embarrassment at being ordered around and used as a prostitute, and by a male no less, she also felt herself hardening , provoking a pleased chuckle from Judas when he felt it. It was a vile, nasty, dirty, delicious, daring excitement she’d become trained to without ever intending to; a shameful, wicked, thrilling feeling just on the cusp between craving and nausea, that she hadn’t felt with such force since her fagmaster had graduated a year ahead of her. It was a kind of a sick, conditioned thrill serving the succubae hadn’t juiced her with. Chastity didn’t know why, exactly; only that her reaction to being dominated by Judas was stronger and more confusing than serving Mayaan, or Channah and her Duchesses.
She blushed a brilliant tomato red. And she kinda liked it.
Obviously, she was not alone in her helpless and conflicted reactions to her treatment. Fang was whispering, with mock-disgust: “She’s leaking!” just as—miraculously from Penny’s point of view—Kadidia released her brutal hold on Penny, moving her hand to yank Penny forward by her leg until her bottom was hanging off the edge of the divan and only her legs and arms were holding her aloft. Fang giggled, blowing on Penny’s ear. “I’m not sure if I did this by exciting her, or you made her pee in fear! A little bit of both, I think.”
“Either way, it will have to do,” Kadidia rumbled, collecting it on her fingertip and immediately pushing her long, powerful middle finger against, and then inside, Penny’s bottom as she cooed helplessly. Her cry degenerated rapidly into a strange, delighted, strangled, gurgling sigh of a kind. She concluded, with a satisfied smirk: “How’s it feel to be packed and jacked, sweetie?” The question was taken as rhetorical by the other demons, who laughed and applauded.
“Don’t sway!” Esmeray—the only one of the humans and cambions not being actively used by demons—took advantage of her situation to protect her team’s interests. Alarmed, she growled, tapping Penny’s shoulder insistently from behind, seizing Penny’s neck with her other hand and pulling back on it so she could bite the back of her neck sharply to keep her attention focused. “Demand they sustain your point of order!”
“I—er…” Penny croaked, her legs straightening and her toes pointing over her captors’ laps as she shuddered slightly: “Sustained—me—please…”
Channah, laughing with the rest of them but quite serious, slammed her palms on the table and commanded, with a resigned tone: “Stop! She is not to cum!”
And as Fang and Kadidia abruptly withdrew, laughing in a conspiracy of glances, they revealed the wreck that was left of Penny, her eyes rolled up inside the lids of her eyes, her mouth hanging wide open and gasping, her head rolling from side to side, lying with her hands curled around Kadidia’s and Fang’s shoulders holding tight for dear life, her legs straight out and toes curling back in a hyperextended split, her whole body shuddering on her captors as her sensitive little clit throbbed with as much yang as it could muster between her legs.
Kadidia casually dipped and waggled her finger in Penny’s wine cup and fed it to her, quietly ordering her to clean it, repeating the action until she was satisfied her hand was pristine, as the conversation continued around them.
The whole table stared with fascinated suspense as Judas cried “A Hate she still comes!”
“I’ll cover that action,” Rivqah answered. “Idiot.”
“How little he thinks of succubae!” Miriam agreed.
“Bring it in-house!” Tifaret demanded, requesting that he not merely lay a side bet but add stakes to the game, as Penny’s shaking slowed.
“Hear hear!” several others chorused.
“Whoever makes her cum first—” Judas started, distracted for good reason.
“No! Boo!” came shouts immediately from most of the succubae around them, laughing and shaking their heads.
“What?”
“You are not going to reward anyone for making her cum!” Channah complained.
“Whyever not?”
“Males!” howled the succubae from every direction, and even Judas laughed guiltily.
“Really, as with any steer, it wouldn’t be much of a bet, would it?” Rivqah observed. “I mean…” she gestured towards the still-struggling, gasping Penny.
Tifaret snorted, almost spitting out a mouthful of wine. “The only question would be whether we’d accidentally tear her little clit off as we fought to touch it first!”
“A touch is all it would take!” Fang agreed, smirking down at Penny’s bobbing member. “Still! She’s a horny little bitch.”
“And more to the point,” Húanglóng yelled, “No cheapening of the stakes!”
“I would never!” Judas thundered. “You impugn me, sir!” And then immediately undermined his own indignation by murmuring: “What did I do?” revealing he clearly had no idea what Húanglóng was talking about.
“This steer is already a stake between Channah and I,” the dragon explained, “Any jariya, but especially a steer, is worth more quick than slack!”
“Well, I mean… a bull is worth more quick, surely?” Rivqah frowned.
“Not to me,” Judas scoffed. “I don’t need them hard. Not that it’s ever a problem….”
The original steer in question finally started to calm, breathing more regularly, her muscles slowly relaxing from bow-taut to slumped, with a forlorn expression that amused those who saw it.
“Oh, all right,” Judas conceded. “But if you want a prudish bet it will be better-formed by one of my viraginous sisters.”
“Damned right you are!” Kadidia agreed.
As it happened, it it was Esmeray who startled them all by making a not-very-modest proposal: “As stakes for the game, I offer on behalf of the Lodge that if any other team makes Penny cum, they have to clean it up with their tongues.”
The table erupted immediately with exaggerated objections before she was even finished: “No!” “Outrageous!” “She’s just a slave!” “She should reward us for that!”
So Esmeray had to raise her voice to finish her wager: “And if Penny or Chastity makes her cum, I’m going to fist them with the biggest item in their toybox and leave it inside the offender.”
The protests immediately trailed off as everyone at the table, while laughing or somehow managing not to, agreed that was fair. Well, everyone except Penny and Chas, who despite their respective distractions, were startled enough to stare at her in shock.
“I think that should protect your interests dear, and my plans,” Channah admitted. “Assuming, that is, Penny understands what we’re talking about?” Everyone immediately looked at Penny, whose expression was all the answer they needed. “I’d say she’s worked it out.”
Penny, afraid of being blamed for a demon’s work, could only manage: “Maybe it would be best if you—put my cage back on, Domina?”
As the players dissolved in laughter, Channah shook her head. “Certainly not! Esmeray, if you could learn to enjoy the interests of succubae you’d have a bright future at this game. That was an excellent wager. Now I feel torn between my plans for Penny and the bright spectacle of someone having to deliver! Exactly what this game is about!”
“Second!” called Kadidia, clarifying “the newly-proposed game stakes.”
Húanglóng, Rivqah, and Miriam all roared at once. “Vote!”
“Done!” shouted everyone at the table, except Penny again (if she could even be said to be “at the table” anymore), whose jaw had dropped at the proposal and who didn’t even turn to her teammates before instinctively beginning: “No!—” But Esmeray was ready for her, bringing her hand up from Penny’s neck to her mouth, covering it firmly and pulling the smaller woman back against her shoulder as Esmeray declared “Done,” in her usual businesslike way. Penny instinctively reached up to seize Esmeray’s hands, but then hesitated, and instead of fighting, she obediently held onto Esmeray’s arm, looking indignant but uncertain.
Chas thought about trying to stand up for her friend, expecting (or perhaps, more accurately, hoping) it was pointless, and feeling guilty for her silence.
Kadidia, however, did act—offering a fresh bong to Esmeray and suggesting: “This will fill her as well as a cock and better than your hand.” And when she saw Esmeray wasn’t following: “Use it for a pacifier on your zuckerbär.”
“She’ll choke on it,” Esmeray assured her. “And then probably throw up. On us, Mistress.”
“From what I’ve seen of the girl, she’s likely right,” Fang conceded. “Perhaps she should stick with the spiked wine.”
Kadidia considered for a minute, then looked thoughtfully at Channah, her lips curved upwards in amusement: “You want to keep your wives and your bed sweet, don’t you?”
“Perhaps 3 nights out of 4,” Channah allowed. “And rough the other one.” The demons roared with laughter. “But…” Channah’s eyes narrowed. “I expect they’ll need to be sweet with their clients more often than that. But never dull,” she emphasized. “Never dull in my bed or with their clients. I have whorehouses full of those.”
“The Germans have been experimenting with all manner of tinctures.”
“Alchemists?”
“Some of them, yes; others, physicians. A Swiss one, Theophrastus von Hohenheim,” she laughed “with a choleric temperament that continually gets him into trouble has invented a number of laughably toxic and other dangerous concoctions, including one called laudanum. But his ‘laudanum’ does contain one ancient and proven medicine, a most agreeable tincture of the poppy, which I like to blend with the tincture of Má.” She set a small bottle on the table filled with a dirty dark-brown liquid. “It can be diluted in wine or simply mixed with honey or blackstrap molasses. Although Boubacar’s training is so far advanced, he will eat the tincture by itself!” Kadidia laughed, not quite pleasantly. “Make her suck on this until it’s empty. You’ll see.”
And when Esmeray nodded, Kadidia rolled it into Penny’s mouth, as Esmeray raised her hand, lowering it back down and then jiggling it in Penny’s mouth as she looked down at her, drinking up her affront and submission like a drug. “You heard grandmother. Suck on it for mommy. I said—” and then, seeing Penny comply, she looked back up at the table, well pleased with herself.
“Yes,” Miriam agreed, “It is good to silence a slave. To that end, for the benefit of and on behalf of the Lodge, I propose as stakes for the game that anyone who raises a point of order that a majority of the Lodge overrules has to spend the rest of the game as a—”
“Except dealing!” Channah interjected.
“The rest of the game except dealing, as naked furniture of choice for the starter team.”
It was seconded and done as quickly as it was proposed, Esmeray both agreeing and ensuring with a glance that Chas remained quiet and with her hand that Penance did. Although her eyes blazed with the injustice and unreasonableness of what was happening, Penny just clung to Esmeray’s arm, tears stinging her eyes.
Judas grinned evilly.
“Simply to keep the game interesting…”
“Oh, we must keep it interesting,” Channah agreed.
“On behalf of the Lodge, I propose as stakes for the trick that any team, including, ah—let’s see—Aristotle and Ms. Glower over there!” And he snapped his finger with his arm pointing toward Penny and Esmeray.
“Meoto,” Rivqah prompted, proposing one of Penny’s nicknames—chatterbox, which in Japanese also implied effeminacy.
“Yes! Meoto’s team! Any team with a member moving their flesh against Meoto’s clitoris and purse before the first card is played in each trick, may switch turn-order with anyone else for that trick.”
This proposal actually prompted a second of silence before people started responding. There were two “seconds,” but Miriam began hesitantly: “That… sounds like….” Then she shook her head. “Never mind.”
“It’s not a rule modification!” Judas insisted, knowing what she had been considering asking.
“Each party to the transaction is just agreeing they will switch their own place if they lose the bet, and since it’s a proposed rule for the lodge, everyone will have made the same agreement!”
“Plausible….” “I like it!” “Oh, come now, how can we resist?” The demons offered a variety of thoughts that fell somewhere between excuses and true agreements.
“Second, but only with the clarification that your flesh must be moving against hers at all times you’re touching,” Fang suggested, resting her hand familiarly—almost possessively—on Penny’s still bare lower belly, demonstrating by pushing and stroking her skin in a teasing game of proximity to Penny’s sex as she glanced at her victim and winked, before turning her attention back to the table, her hand lazily circling Penny’s belly and thighs and hips, as Penny froze like a deer in a bulls’-eye lantern, hardly breathing. “I don’t want any teams camping out on her flesh without taking a risk…”
Channah looked torn, but finally shrugged with the grudging suggestion of a smile. “Fine. It’s clever, Miss Fang. A delightful opposition of forces.”
Fang looked down at her victim and observed: “It may not be that much of a risk…. Your girl doesn’t seem to be much of an exhibitionist.”
“We’re working on her,” Rivqah offered spiritedly.
“Then your amendment—or ‘clarification’—is accepted and the stakes, so modified, offered again,” Judas announced, having it seconded and approved as quickly as in the previous round. “That’s what they call a ‘cum bet’ in Hazard.”
“And I supposed,” Fang drawled, “we’d call this little twig here a ‘cum bar’?”
“Precisely!”
Penny, in the arms of two different women, and yet in a counterpoise of her own, managed to look miserable and defiant all at once.
“Any other stakes?” Channah asked.
“Next round, certainly!”
“Then let’s play!”
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PREVIOUSLY: Channah, Chastity, and Penance are honeymooning at Channah’s secret tropical paradise. After becoming concerned Chastity was playing her (and afraid she was being gullible), Channah is angrily and rigorously testing Penny by pushing her limits. NOW:
Penny was panting, faster and faster, as Channah tested her bladder, before with a desperate last shake of resistance, Penny squeaked and groaned with an unmistakably defeated sound.
Channah couldn’t help herself, she laughed while she stood up, stepping back and trying to sound outraged: “Naughty-little-girl embarrassed herself, didn’t she?” And this time she didn’t wait for her girl to start talking; didn’t even give her a chance to, hauling back and walloping Penny’s bottom: Crack! “AAAAAAAAAAAH!” followed by a lot of caterwauling and gibberish she couldn’t even have made sense of if she was listening, which she wasn’t because she was doubled over so hard watching Penny completely lose control.
“Oh, Penny! You dirty bitch!” she howled, laying Penance’s Bull-Daddy down well out of the way. “I ought to spank you for that!” She stepped toward her throne, unable to avoid the little lake, laughing as hard as Penny was crying. “What are you doing with your head still under my throne? Silly girl! Back up! Back up!” she commanded, as Penny did back up, her arms moving right into the pool as Channah slid her throne forward and sat down on it, over Penny’s head, grabbing her by the hair, then leaned back in her throne, lifting Penny’s tear-soaked red face so she could see it and putting the soles of her feet right on it. “Dirty girl! I told you what the consequence would be, didn’t I?”
“Yes, Domina!”
“Then start doing your duty, bitch. Back on your heels.” And when she hesitated, Channah put her feet on Penny’s shoulders, kicking her backwards so her extremely sensitive butt slammed into her own heels, producing another pleasing, squealing sound as Channah pushed her soles into Penny’s face to keep her from rising back. “Unh-uh! STAY!” She snapped, as if she were talking to a dog. “Bad puppy! Go on, puppy! Lick! Lick!” And she moaned with pleasure as she felt Penny obey her Domina, even as she continued to wriggle her hips to alleviate the pain from her bottom. “Good girl,” Channah cooed. “Good. Girl.” Knowing she would be unable to leave her throne until the floor was cleaner, she dropped her right foot to the ground while Penny worshipped her left , and then she dipped her left foot while Penny was sucking on her right. “Thaaat’s the way, goooood gurl. Oh… look how devoted you are, baby! Yess…. Stick that tongue between my big and second toes. It’s sooo wet in there. Now lick the bottoms. Oh, other foot. What a mess! But you must be thirsty, the way you’re going to town. We’re going to explore that, darling!”
After a pause to listen to Penny lick, she continued, almost lazily: “Use your hands to hold my ankles—gently! While you clean the bottoms of my feet. Why should I do all the work to hold my legs up? You’re the offender! I’ve given—at a guess—tens of thousands of whoopings in my life, including to boys much younger and smaller than you, and I can assure you, you are the single most pathetic little worm I’ve ever dealt with. The good news for you, little marshmallow, is that you’ve always been soooo sweet and submissive you don’t give me much cause to beat you.” She giggled: “Well… except the way you keep turning me on with what a submissive, disgraceful, dirty slut you really are… practically begging for more torment when you do that in front of a demon, aren’t you, horny girl? But other than the times you seduce me into it, you shameless girl, there will be occasional days, like today, when I need to prove to you, or to myself, or perhaps even to a third party, how totally submissive you are. But if you keep up your good work, striving really hard to show me how much you love and respect me, after your pathetic display of weakness today, I’m pretty sure beatings will be rare for you, and I will never get close to hitting you as many times as… well, even wimpy little Chastity. But certainly never treating you the way any real men could expect: ten, twenty… I’ve hit boys, you know, real boys, as many as fifty times before.” Penny made a defeated, overwhelmed sound. “Oh hush and keep cleaning my feet, bitch! We’ve already seen how weak and pathetic you are; that’s what I’m trying to tell you! Don’t you get it, dummy?” She used her heel to cuff Penny across the cheek, emphasizing her dominance further. “I’m talking here!
She continued, teasing her and taunting her and praising her and insulting her by turns, serving her sole after sole, occasionally allowing herself a detour to test Penny’s cage while she kept licking, until finally Channah giggled in triumph, prodding and testing with her foot to confirm her suspicion as Penny groaned with her humiliation. “Theeeere it is, my perverted little mushroom. I knew talking dirty to you while disgracing you would bring back your little man sometime! And it’s so hard now, almost like a real twelve-year-old boy, isn’t it? Isn’t it?!”
“Yes, Domina!”
“Goood girl! What a good girl! Admitting what a naughty little girl you are is the first step to giving into your nature. You are my helplessly-devoted little girl, aren’t you?”
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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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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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PREVIOUSLY: Channah and Penny are locked in an intense and passionate dance, Channah desperate for an intimacy she never imagined existed and Penny whipsawed by her deep responses to her alternating affection and abuse, all of it magnified by the larger powers unleashed by the darkest rituals of the succubae in this unholiest of places. NOW:
Channah drove Penny like a charioteer driving her mare into a frantic lather at the colosseum, heedless of—no, reveling in—the damage and chaos she caused as chariots crashed and competing animals and drivers were destroyed all around her, a price she was willing to pay for her victory, and indeed enjoyed as a benefit of it.
Faster and faster, her hips powered her tattoo against Penny’s soft buttocks and thighs, sending the girl bouncing everywhere her position, hanging suspended by her wrists and ankles like a human swing over the fiery pit, allowed her to rock. Channah gripped the railing above her, making hers a full-body workout, barely aware someone else was substituting in for Kadidia behind her,.
One of the greatest benefits of the twister, Channah thought, not for the first time, was how it worked on both a succubus and her boy under the nearly-second-nature instinct of the succubus. It was powered largely by her subconscious, becoming just another muscle flexing automatically, in conjunction with all her other muscles, to effectuate her desires. It also allowed her to focus even more-selfishly upon her own pleasure and satisfaction, while it coiled and shifted and mustered itself to put just the right pressures, in just the right places, at just the right pace, to tease and torment her girls the way Channah liked to do, without Channah having to think too much about aiming or aligning herself with any particular part of a partner’s body. The twister did that for her. Channah’s grunting became more and more primal as she warmed up again, so hot and high she almost imagined she could turn off the firehose of her seductive magic and still take this mood further by just riding it. But maybe she was less confident of that than she ought to be. What she told herself, was that she couldn’t risk letting up because for the sake of the ritual, she needed Penny to have conflicting experiences of pleasure and torment at once, while she experienced perfect bliss.
Channah’s eyes started fluttering as she threw her head back and roared like a lioness, hearing Penny’s strangled cries complementing her. Oh! She was so responsive, deeply and instinctively: a perfect lover and plaything for a selfish bitch of a succubus.
Channah whispered another string of filthy curses, these all of human origin but from half a dozen different languages. “I’m—soo proud of you, pretty girl! You’re—almost done, baby!” she assured her submissive lover.
“Yes, Domina!” she screamed agreement, misunderstanding.
“No—I mean—afterwards, when you’re really drained and at your lowest ebb—if I give you a turn, I’m going to need you to do something for me. Really give it your all.”
“IF?!” Penny wailed, uncomprehending. “IF?!” She wept. “I don’t think I even want this! Not—not this way, ooh, aah! I don’t think I even should be able to—it’s not right—BUT I DON’T THINK STOPPING IS AN OPTION DOMINA!!!” she half-hollered, half-whined. “I can’t—I can’t imagine—I can’t even think—oh, god, Domina! What you do to meeeeee!”
“Yes, ‘if’ baby,” she insisted, hardly able to imagine it herself, and determined to make Penny say ‘yes’ because if she said ‘no’… Channah had no idea what she would do. Stop herself? Really? Oh Penny you have to say yes…. But out loud, she managed: “It isn’t a right for jawari slave-girls, is it?”
“No Domina,” Penny had to agree, shaking her head, almost looking as if it were beyond her ability to imagine but she knew she had to obey.
“No, sweetie, it’s a privilege. A—gift. A—a—fucking blessing, bitch!”
“Yes, Domina! I know, Domina,” Penny whined and wept.
“So, yes, IF you—you want it, baby, and it’s totally up to you, but I’m—I’m going to need you to—show me you mean it when you promise you want to make me happy. Show me, once and for all, tonight, before you leave this platform.”
Penny looked genuinely surprised, although it was a little difficult to be sure under the submissive, helpless, completely placative and adoring posture she displayed to show respect for her Domina. Eyes rolling and voice rising plaintively, she wailed in shock: “You mean there’s more? What else—what else IS there, Domina?”
“Taking this from another boy, bitch, instead of from a girl with bonus features. You’ve known it was coming, don’t pretend you didn’t!”
“I—I know, I didn’t understand—I know I agreed Domina! I won’t go back on my pledge, Domina, I promise! I’ll give you everything. I want to give you everything! I know that now! I just—I didn’t know what you wanted!” She sobbed. “I promise, Master, I’ll do as you command! I know what you expect from me, Domina! I’ll be good! I’ll be good! I swear I’ll be good, Domina, anything you want, whoever you want, I love you!”
“Oh, dumpling,” she purred, “I know you want to be my good girl. And I want you to be passionate, so sexy baby. That’s why I’ve arranged an extra-special treat your first time, so maybe even you’ll learn -um, well, it’s not exactly your first time, I guess, is it? I mean, the first time you put out for me, darling.” Keeping her eyes feasting on Penny’s desperate, pathetic, needy form dangling out in space, absolutely nothing but a bit of air between her and the crazed armies of devils below, Channah called over her shoulder: “Kadidia, is our other little girl ready to come back to us?”
“At your command, Majesty,” the woman answered, smoothly and calmly, her sweet bakhūr presence close by her side.
“Then try to bring her back, Kadidia. Penny, you can do your part to help by trying your best to lure her back to this world. Show as much need and love as you can muster for your sister-wife! Callher back to us!”
Penny’s eyes shifted just to Channah’s right, where Kadidia had casually propped up Chastity, nude except her cage, her twister, her ring, her collar, and the tight leather harness she had been strapped into, sexy elaborate straps crisscrossing over her body like threads of a spider’s web from her collar to her thighs. Like a puppeteer storing a puppet, Kadidia had effortlessly set Chastity on her knees, holding her upright by one hand on one of her shoulders. Chastity’s hands seemed to be tied behind her back, not that she was aware. At the moment, her body was an empty meat suit, muscles slack, head dropping, an inanimate dead weight of flesh utterly disconnected from her friend, whose soul had been taken and secured somewhere far, far away from her body by the magic of the succubae.
Still reeling from her own experience there, the moment she caught sight of Chas, she screamed in horror and recognition, at the appalling absence of life writ large across her friend, something she knew she had done (had been?) only a few minutes before. Her shock at the sight was compounded because she had had no perception of anything in this world when she was in the same state; and therefore, her conscious mind had not been presented before with the icewater spectacle of her friend’s body looking way more dead than alive.
The mind and the body knew when they were looking at a dead thing. They knew, and were shocked to the core.
Literature Section “06-109[X] The Last Seduction”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 109 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 1246 words::Explicit 1353 words—Accompanying Images: 1881-1883—Published 2025-06-07—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.
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PREVIOUSLY: Penny, lying open below her Domina, begs Channah to take her. NOW:
“Wow, girl,” Channah snickered, impressed with her girl’s begging, pulling a jar from her pocket, removing the stopper, and dripping olive oil all over herself. With every single drop that landed on her, Penny jerked and writhed and moaned with the need to release bottled-up energy. “I’m impressed with you! I sensed there was a raw, live-wire slut inside you, buried beneath all the layers of propriety and manners and civilization…. There were times when even I doubted my instincts about you, you buried yourself so deeply, but I shouldn’t have. I knew it! Didn’t I? And now you’re my whore. My slut. My wanton, wanton girl.” And then she snapped: “Aren’t you?!”
“Yes, yes, I’m—I’m your t- your, I mean, Jezebel!,” Penny started bawling, her cheeks on fire, shamed and humiliated beyond all measure and reason, abasing herself and professing her disgraceful deepest desires as she had never done before. And the worst part of all of it was being afraid, as the words came out of her mouth, that they might all be true. “I’m a—I’m such a hussy,” she sobbed. “Why why why I don’t know! I’m sorry. I’m sorry I’m such a nymphomaniac. But I need you.” She looked and sounded shocked again: “But-but I think it actually may be—I’m feeling a funny kind of way—Oh, Domina! I—I think I really do! I need you, Master! I need to feel you warming me up inside, right to my heart! Please Domina, make me complete! Oh, please, please pleeeeeease…!”
Channah, meanwhile, was rubbing the olive oil into her skin, enjoying the feeling. “Where—where do you want me to touch you?” she demanded, panting almost as heavily as her slave.
“Where—where you did before,” Penny squeaked, hardly able to stand the sound of the words coming from her own mouth. “Anywhere, Domina, anywhere you want, you know best!” And she started moving her own hands lower.
“Hunh-unh!” Channah snapped, dropping an oily hand to slap Penny’s to one side. “You had your chance, Ms. Modesty. No more! No hands! You made your decision—keep your hands on your nipples, girlie!”
“I’m sorry, Domina, I was stupid! Please, please let me change my mind, Domina! Oh lord, please—I need—Please?! You’ve got to—”
“ ‘Got’ to? Are you trying to tell me what to do, bitch?” Channah asked dangerously, raising her open palm as if she were going to slap Penny hard. Penny moued, and her knees jerked as if she were fighting every instinct she had to keep them apart, but hold them apart she did, cringing while she did so.
“No—no of course not, I’m sorry, Domina,”
“No, ma’am, I thought not.” Channah shook her head, smirking commandingly, her voice at once much quieter than Penny’s, and much more authoritative. “Good girl. Try again. Do you command?”
“No, Domina, I—” and she realized she knew the answer already. Channah had already told her. “I beg, that’s all I can do, Domina! I beg of you, please take charge of me! I want it more than anything. More than anything I’ve ever wanted!” And in that moment, she was so deep in subspace, under Channah’s spell, that she believed it well enough to be true. Penny whimpered and cried brokenly. “Do what—what Roger did to you, Domina.” She realized, with shock, that it was absolutely true, mortified to consider what it looked like, what it sounded like, and that for some reason she still wanted to be treated the same way. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Mistress. I want to be your baby-doll.”
Backing the rest of the way back so Penny’s feet weren’t under her knees anymore, and shaking out the rest of the bottle carelessly all over Penny, Channah shook her head. “No. Not today… today I want it to be so personal.”
“Personal?” Penny gasped. Not understanding yet.
Channah laughed, a low, guttural sound. “I’ll show you.”
Channah took hold of Penny. “Please do! Please show me! Oh please do!” Penny hyperventilated, as Channah dropped to her knees.
Penny flipflopped instinctively, panic piling back into her eyes as the reality of what was about to happen hit home, and wailed in a combination of need and fear. “Oh please be gentle with me, Domina!”
Penny’s squeal rose to a full-fledged wail as she felt Channah touch her. “Oh my goodness—PLEASE!!!!!”
Channah wasn’t sure what Penny wanted at this point and she doubted Penny had any idea, either. But in any event, it was way past the time Penny might have had any say in the matter. She was Channah’s totally passive receptive girl now, her entire existence defined by, even given by, Channah; her whole identity shrunk to the obedient, desperate, aching flesh being touched by Channah, even as she flooded Penny with another blast of the magical-sexual lightning that was the unique gift of the succubae.
Literature Section “06-99[X] Channah Knows How to Stretch a Penny”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 99 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—Abridged 827 words::Explicit 1183 words—Accompanying Images: 1835-1838—Published 2025-05-24—©2025 The Remainderman. This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions. It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.
