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2051 07-15 What’s the matter?
2052 07-15 The future swallowed by a shadow
2053 07-15 Hell Shows Its Real Face

2054 07-15 Drink the Kool-Aid…  DRINK the Kool-Aid…
2055 07-15 Yesss… now she is MINE

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

Explicit version containing bullying, chastity, orgasm, analpenetration, analsex, CBT, consensualnonconsent, and asstomouth themes at 07-15X The Sex Surpassing Her Understanding at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY:  After a week of hazing by the succubae, and a looooong sleep, the first full day of Chastity’s and Penance’s honeymoon with Channah is finally beginning.  Before dawn, while Penny sleeps, Channah suspends Chastity by her wrists and ankles from the roof of her gazebo deep in the garden, gags her, and tops the hell out of her.  NOW:

“Fuuuuuccckkk that’s hot,” Channah blurted around their kiss as Chastity, shuddering and starting to cry.  She felt Chastity jerk as her sensitive bottom felt what Channah was growing down there.  With some difficulty, she forced herself to let go of her girl for a second to find something she needed, pausing when she turned back to absorb Chastity’s red face and pouring eyes and, above all, her utterly- and completely-helpless posture, feeling a flash of heat.  “Ohhhhh…. Honeydoll, you are well and truly at my mercy.  You’re as helpless as a newborn, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Domina!”  Chas sobbed, crying a little louder and nodding her head pathetically.

Anointing herself, and Chastity, with olive oil, she carelessly tossed aside the jar.  She rubbed the oil over her jariya’s bottom, practically chittering with delight as the girl danced and moaned and—

Channah froze for a second, scarcely believing her eyes, and then growled a deep-throated, forceful laugh that was different and striking enough, it caused Chastity to open her own eyes to see what was happening.  She immediately followed Channah’s gaze downward to her own waist and squealed like a grammar-school student noticing a tarantula crawling up their torso.

Overcome, Channah invoked curses—this time, with her usual gusto and assertive sense of agency—enough to make devils blush.  She practically pounced on Chastity, joining with her.  “You’re mine now, aren’t you, little girl?”

“Yes, Domina!” Chas bawled.  “I’m yours!  I’m totally yours!  I belong to you!  Please, oh please—ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow!”  The expressions on this girl’s face as Channah took her, as hard as she could, understanding what she was feeling every time Channah pulled on her with her hands were an incredible—and for Channah, intoxicating—combination of pain, vulnerability, trust, and need.  It was, she realized with a shuddering surprise, her head practically exploding with the epiphany, the way Penny made her feel every single time—the way Penny was built—and was precisely what made Penny the perfect demon-bait.  It was what she imagined the one who had banished her experienced when humans suffered or even martyred themselves for their faith:  Perfect happiness, perfect elation—no!  Oh, shit!  Her mind reeling, she decided it was perfect and selfless love, the love that asked for nothing in return and acted purely out of that… thing, that part of humanity their maker had shared with humans, what they called their soul.

Now Channah had to scream, burying her face in Chas’s shoulder to muffle the sound of her own banshee wail as she experienced something on a par with what she had experienced yesterday with Penny—both times in her male aspect.  And she felt her cheeks redden in an unfamiliar embarrassment at how quickly she had finished.  She wasn’t sure if it was the depth and breadth of the magical connections she had forged with these two girls, or the excitement of what they had helped her begin yesterday, or the sheer perversity of the fact that to be able to capitalize on all she had invested in them, she could not do with either of them what she did as naturally as breathing.  She snorted into Chastity’s neck, shaking her head at the irony of it all, and decided what she was experiencing was probably a combination of all three factors working together.  Perhaps in combination with other factors she wasn’t as focused on right now.

As her last tremors finally subsided, she sighed and laughed ruefully, deciding the pleasure was something for her to embrace and enjoy, rather than worry about.  Returning to her lover’s mouth, the two of them shared another long, slow, sensual, completely-uneven kiss:  Channah standing proud and tall, fully refreshed, master of her own fate and her own world; Chastity hanging helplessly, badly-used by her master, her muscles and skin aching, sobbing, whimpering, weak and broken.  But both of them feeling united by their passion and the intense connection their intimacy had forged between them.

Finally, Channah pulled her head back and whispered:  “Are you going to be my good girl if I let you down?”

“Yes, Domina,” she nodded hopefully.  “Please, Domina.  I will be!  Forever and always!”

“Aww….”  And Channah couldn’t resist kissing her, just a minute or two more.  Finally, with a sigh, Channah reached up and yanked Chastity’s ankle chain from the hook, drinking up her ache as her body tried to readjust.  She was hanging by her wrists, her legs too numb and rubbery to support her.  “One last kiss, while we still can.”

Her girl looked up with her with wide, alarmed eyes.  “While we–?”  Channah kissed her quiet, then yanked her wrists off the hook and eased her down to a kneeling position at Channah’s feet.

“Before you’re too dirty,” Channah clarified brutally, shuffling to move it right into Chastity’s face.  “You know what to do.  You’ve seen Penny do it.”

Literature Section “07-15[X] The Sex Surpassing Her Understanding“—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 15 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 819 words::Explicit 1101 words—Accompanying Images:  2051-2055—Published 2025-07-15—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

2047 07-14 Champion Channah
2048 07-14 Girls rule, boys drool. And cry a lot
2049 07-14 Channah 1, Chastity 0
2050 07-14 Soultaker.  Ballbreaker.

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

Explicit version containing bullying, chastity, masturbation, CBT, and consensualnonconsent themes at 07-14X The Agony and the Ecstasy at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY:  After a week of hazing by the succubae, and a looooong sleep, the first full day of Chastity’s and Penance’s honeymoon with Channah is finally beginning.  Before dawn, while Penny sleeps, Channah suspends Chastity by her wrists and ankles from the roof of her gazebo deep in the garden, gags her, and tops the hell out of her.  NOW:

“It’s confusing… even disorienting… isn’t it?  Because it’s like being punished and loved at the same time.  But imagine what it’s like to be me, that is, if you can get past yourself for a minute!  I need to punish you but I want to love you!

I mean, think about how much work it’s going to be with you trussed up like this, hanging like a side of beef—well,” she laughed, “Let’s be honest:  not really beef.  I know!  A side of lamb!  My little lamb-chop.”  And she began timing her blows to match and emphasize the words of her speech.  “Do you imagine this is going to be a comfortable, lazy game for me?!  I should think not!  Here I’ll be standing and practically bending over backwards to angle myself and thrust in and out, probably having to squat and stand up, maybe even perch on my tippie-toes, and… what?  You’ll just be hanging out here, as pretty and relaxed as you please?  In my lovely garden?  While I do all the work?!  Ooh!  It’s so unfair!  It makes me so angry!”  Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!

“Isn’t it?  Unfair?” she cooed, and when she didn’t get an answer:  “That wasn’t rhetorical.  I asked you:  ‘ISN’T IT?!’” Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!

Chastity frantically nodded and jabbered into her gag.

Snickering, Channah paused, moving around and kissing Chastity again as she pressed her soft hips forward, rubbing up against Chastity, being careful not to move her torso while they kissed because her girl was so close.   Murmuring around her tongue and Chastity’s stretched lips, rubbing the paddle over Chastity’s sore, sensitized hindquarters while she stroked Chastity’s hair, she continued:  “But you’re a lucky girl, aren’t you?”  And when Chastity nodded, Channah cooed and laughed and rubbed noses with her a moment before getting back to the kissing, little kisses on her cheeks and eyes and down to her ears. 

And then, back to the spanking:  a heavy, fast rhythm in her own head with a strange, almost lyrical quality. “You can’t imagine what it’s like to be a workaholic, at a job where your mission and half the work you do are also your only hobby.  For millennia!  I love it to fuck!  I probably, literally, exist for it to fuck!  But to do it all day, almost every day—and even every night!  Even while I sleep!  Can you imagine—well, I guess you humans dream about what you do during the day, too, but I’m sorry, it’s just not the same!  It’s how I feed my spirit, and it’s just another form of doing my damned—so to speak,” she giggled, “—job!  Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!  Even I need a little variety!  Some creativity!  And it’s so precious to have a couple of girls who really, genuinely care for me, not the usual string of sad-sack horndogs who’d be just as happy with their own sister or grandmother or domestic animal, for that matter—anything with a hole.  Half of them would marry a loaf of bread if it would cook and clean for them!  Men!  Oh, sending them to hell is fun, don’t get me wrong, but as a group, they’re…” she shrugged.  “Total junk food.  The biggest, blandest, most undifferentiated pile of oversalted chips ever served up to anyone.  I need some fresh, wriggly little fish, like you and Penny, to go with my chips!”

“Yes, you’re right, of course, I do care more about her than I do you,” Channah didn’t even fully understand why she needed to say that, but she couldn’t help herself, twisting the knife at every opportunity, delighting at Chastity’s crushed whimper.  Of course, she was a demon, so it was easy enough to chalk if off to her evil and sadistic nature.  “But it’s not really about her—it’s complicated—but—the point is, I do love you too, little bimbo, in my own way, I really do; I even care about you!  And I know you love me.  So—what I’m trying to say is, I’m happy to work hard for you—not as hard as you,” she snickered, “I mean, I am the boss, and rank does have its privileges!  But I’m really enjoying this… I’m really going to enjoy this, even if its ten times as much work for me as a regular mark would be.”

And suddenly, just as Chastity started grunting and twitching with greater urgency and speed, Channah stepped back, removing her right hand, regarding her prey, her expression turning cruel and mean.  “But I do think you should suffer for me, bitch!  Because I am a Queen of Hell, and I demand your suffering as tribute!  Is that wrong, little cow?  Not rhe—” but Chastity was already shaking her head, as emphatically as she could, satisfying her master. 

“And besides—maybe most importantly—I like it!” she leaned closer, smelling the heady combination of fading arousal and spiking fear, and shuddering from it.  “And you really, really, really want to please me, your Domina, don’t you, dear?” she pouted, nodding along casually with Chastity.

With a lingering, insolent gaze, Channah moved out of Chastity’s line of sight.  “Good!” she agreed, taking a strong, balanced position and using both hands to bring the paddle up and across, almost like a golf swing, to match the angle of the blow to Chastity’s bottom.

Crack!  Chastity thrashed and cried out behind her gag as Channah hissed:  “Fuck yeah!”  And moaned with her arousal.  “That’s for finishing without permission!”

Crack!  “OH! That’s good!”  Channah growled.  “Good girl! That’s for lying!”

Crack!  “You’re dancing like a water bubble on hot iron!”  She ran her hand over her girl’s bright red buttocks and moaned.  “They’re already hot and red like iron in a forge, sweetie!  Your buttocks are beautiful!”  And, inspired, she kissed each of Chastity’s cheeks, pressing and dragging her lips hard across the ultrasensitive, infrared skin and laughing, before stepping back.  “That was for your second time without authorization.”

Crack!  She gasped with her arousal, then breathed heavily for a moment, before she could regain control of herself enough to gasp:   “That was for being such a dumbo.  And—” she added impulsively, almost tempted to give a sixth whack, “—for embarrassing me in front of my Court with your selfishness and stupidity!”

Crack!  And she laughed, gasping for breath, still holding the paddle in her left hand and pressing it against Chastity’s back as a reminder of her power, straight up her spine from buttocks to shoulders, her left hand resting on the curve of her bottom, comfortably for her, very uncomfortably for her wriggling girl.  She literally rubbed it in, her hand to the girl’s bottom, patting and stroking it in a way that would have been comforting if her skin hadn’t already been on fire.  “There, there, and that was for your third time.”  She gasped in mock-surprise, cradling Chas’s soft flesh and observing with a hoot:  “It feels like a deflated little loaf of bread!  There, there, my little vanilla roll.”  She kissed her, hungrily, practically tearing off her gag to seal her own lips back over her girl’s mouth, shuddering as she squeezed the soft gooshy flesh down there.  She was laughing and moaning at once, lost in the bliss of her girl’s helpless scramble of misery and adoration, confusing her and messing her up. Moving to face her full-on from the front, she reached around and grabbed her buttocks,  struggling not to laugh as she used her own mouth to hush her. 

Literature Section “07-14[X] The Agony and the Ecstasy “—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 14 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1269 words::Explicit 1370 words—Accompanying Images:  2047-2050—Published 2025-07-14—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

2043 07-13 Chastity posing prettily for Channah
2044 07-13 Lonely girl desperate for any kind of love
2045 07-13 Binding Chastity’s wrists
2046 07-13 Channah effortlessly raises Chastity

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

Explicit version containing bullying, precum, chastity, masturbation, CBT, and consensualnonconsent themes at 07-13X Hung Out to Get Wet at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

PREVIOUSLY:  After a week of hazing by the succubae, and a looooong day and night’s sleep, the first full day of Chastity’s and Penance’s honeymoon with Channah is finally beginning.  Before dawn, while Penny sleeps, Channah leads Chastity deep into the garden, chains her wrists together and hangs them from a hook, then chains her ankles together.  “I—I don’t understand—” Chas whined.  “I think you do, baby,” Channah grinned.  “I mean, you can’t—can you?”  NOW:

“I totally can, lover.  Of course I can,” Channah assured her, waited a beat, and then—proved it, shouting:  “Raise. Your legs!” seizing the ankle chain in her hands and pulling up hard on it, knocking Chas off her feet and then jerking up on the chain with such force she was able to lift Chas’s ankles up higher than her wrists and drop the ankle chain over the same hook holding her wrist chain.

“Oh fuck!”  Chastity squeaked, kicking and flailing helplessly while Channah ran her hands all over her body.

“Oh yes!”  Channah promised.  “Soon enough.  But be patient.”  And, suddenly, sounding unconvincingly innocent, she asked:  “How often did you break the rules yesterday, sweetie?’  Mm?”

Chas stopped moving and looked horrified.  Channah didn’t even say anything, she just slapped her girl’s bottom, hard.  “Two times, Domina!”

“Oh, dear.”  She shook her head and tut-tutted.  “I’d think you were a liar if I didn’t’ know already what a little dummy you are.”

Looking hurt and confused, Chas’s eyes darted from side to side, trying to figure out her mistake.

“One.  Two.  Three, sugar ninny.  You broke the rules again with your sisterwife, even after I reminded you what a bad girl you had already been.”

And Chas was even more pierced by knowing she had been stupid in answering her Domina, than she had been thinking she had been tricked by Channah, because she had betrayed herself and her Domina.  “Oh, oh I’m sorry, Domina!  I’m sorry!”

“Sorry for what?!” Channah demanded, slapping her hindquarters on both sides, then surprising Chastity by unlocking her chakra box and slowly pulling it off, giggling equally at her girl’s expressions of arousal and shock, and the way she came to full attention.  “Silly girl,” Channah laughed, slapping her and making her yelp.  “Whatcha gonna do about it?” she glanced down significantly, delighted to hear Chas’s frustrated groan.  “Don’t worry, I’ll see what I can do to get rid of that for you.  Sorry—for—what?!”

“I—what?”

“What exactly are you sorry for, airhead?!”  Whack!

“Oh!  I’m sorry—”

Whack!  “For what?!”

“Oh Domina, for everything!  For both—for all of it!”  Whack!  “OW!” she howled.

“For? what?  Answer me sorry girl!  And don’t wake up your sisterwife with your bawling.”

“For lying—I mean, for lying, for being stupid, for breaking the rules, for being-stupid—again…” she finished miserably.

Whack!  Whack!  Whack!  Whack!

“That’s four things!”  Channah managed to sound indignant.  “And you forgot to apologize for making such a loud noise!”

This time, Channah whacked her even as she apologized again.  “I’m sorry I’m sorry ooh!  That stings—I’m sorry!”

“Obviously not enough.  Puddin’ would be soft as mush after the first whack,” she giggled.  “Open wide!”

 “I said wide!”  And she pushed a red leather ball into Chastity’s wide-opened mouth.  “This is so you don’t wake up Penny,” she cooed wickedly, using a buckling leather strap to hold the ball in place, before reaching down—still holding her girl’s gaze, seeing it turn afraid again as Channah’s predatory smile widened—and rising to reveal what had made the clattering sound before:  “I brought your paddle,” she cooed, revealing the Muladhara paddle made just for her.

Chastity made a muffled mewling noise and twisted uselessly, shaking her head sharply.

“You little tease.  As if that’s going to stop me, my darling dunce.  You’re just trying to turn me on,” she laughed, using her right hand to pull Chastity’s head forward for another long kiss, continuing until Chastity relaxed enough again to get into it and start kissing her back, even as Channah worked the edge of the bat up between Chastity’s cheeks, rocking it back and forth, laughing because she knew exactly what she was doing to Chastity.

Breaking their kiss, she rubbed her thumb against Chastity and snorted, bringing it up to Chastity’s mouth.  “That’s for later, girl.  Apparently, you think this is all about you.  Again!”

Chastity shook her head and tried to make negative noises, assuring her otherwise, but Channah ignored her sliding the paddle away and moving to Chastity’s left side, moving her right hand back down to play, teasing her until she started to pant.

And that was when Channah started to paddle her, one-handed, with her right hand manipulating Chastity, her body pressed up against her side, brushing her arm and knee—which were both about the same height as Chas’s head, and a bit lower than Channah’s—with soft kisses while her left hand thwacked Chastity’s bottom from an imperfect and awkward position, Chastity jumped pleasingly with every blow in response to Channah’s soft, teasing caresses and she started to make little gurgling sounds.

“Oh, dear, I’m not very good at this, am I?”  Channah tittered.  “Or you’re really boy-stupid.  At this rate, I’m not sure how I’m ever going to get you back in your box.”  She purred at the desperate sounds Chastity was making, and impulsively paused to lean around and make out with her lovergirl for a minute, before resuming.  “You do look kind of dazed and muddled.  I guess maybe I haven’t forgotten how to hurt and love a girl at the same time.  I know that can be terribly confusing, can’t it?”  Thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack-thwack!

Literature Section “07-13[X] Hung Out to Get Wet”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 13 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 876 words::Explicit 1018 words—Accompanying Images:  2043-2046—Published 2025-07-13—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

1697 07-04 Queen of Hell USAAF B-17:  Precision-bombing over Wilhelmshaven 1943-01-27
1698 07-04 Queen of Hell USAAF B-29:  Over Tokyo 1945-03-10 (Operating Meetinghouse)
1699 07-04 Blood Avenger RAF Avro Lancaster:  Underlit by Hamburg firestorm, 11:59 p.m. 1943-07-27 (Operation Gamorrah)
1700 07-04 Blood Avenger RAF Avro Lancaster:  Kill marks in searchlight over Nuremburg 1945-01-02 before flak damage
1701 07-04 Blood Avenger RAF Avro Lancaster:  Repaired repainted departing for Dresden 1945-02-14

I think this series are largely plausible although 1699-1701 contain darker and more deadly-serious elements than those generally present in Allied nose art, which tended to express more hopefulness and playfulness, and tended toward the secular.  The series also diverges from history in that most historic nose-art photos were taken on the runway, not in the air; whereas here the ratio is flipped because of its sense of immediacy, especially with 1699.  Any online search for “world war two aircraft nose art” should produce a vast universe of historical examples.  Subject-matter-wise, attractive women and violence were among the most common themes in nose art.  Nose art was more common on bombers than fighters, and perhaps most common on US and UK aircraft; but fighters, Axis, and USSR air forces also occasionally included it.  By contrast, the use across combatant air forces and aircraft types of “kill marks” (especially by fighters), “mission marks” (bombers), and “victory marks” (a more general term), was widespread.

In Europe, American bombing units usually focused on precision bombing of targets with identifiable relevance to the war effort.  In Japan they began as a propaganda effort (the Mitchell raid), then when bombing began in earnest, on precision bombing at first, which yielded disappointing results, turning to mass incendiary raids later on.  Whether the difference between the carpet-firebombing in Japan and the precision bombing in Germany was a result of military requirements (postwar studies concluded firebombing in Japan was militarily effective as intended because Japanese war production was decentralized, including by workers in their own homes), US racism, or the fact they had UK counterparts in Europe, is a matter of debate. 

RAF bombers were mainly active in Europe.  The RAF quickly concluded precision bombing was ineffective, adopting an Air Bombing Directive on 14 February, 1942 deciding candidly “To focus attacks on the morale of the enemy civil population and in particular the industrial workers. In the case of Berlin harassing attacks to maintain fear of raids and to impose [Air Raid Precaution] measures.”  Axis propaganda seems to make it clear the strategy encouraged rather than discouraged resistance, just as the German attacks during the blitz had done.

I hoped to capture in these images the darkness and evil of Channah; “Queen of Hell” seemed almost unavoidable and not far off historical examples.  “Avenger of Blood” (Hebrew: גֹּאֵל הַדָּם, go’el ha-dam) appears in several Bible passages, including in Numbers, Deuteronomy, and Joshua.  The Avenger of Blood, usually the closest male relative of a person who has been killed, has the duty of searching for and killing the murderer in turn, in accordance with the principle of lex talionis (the law of retribution).

Literature Section “07-04-E Allied Strategic Bombing”—Accompanying Images:  1697-1701—Published 2025-07-13—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

1697 07-04 Queen of Hell USAAF B-17:  Precision-bombing over Wilhelmshaven 1943-01-27—2025-07-13.  Channah; old private photo.  The date referenced was the first B-17 bombing mission with American crews of the war.  This image seemed too close to a B-17 to put it convincingly over Japan, but I liked the image.

1698 07-04 Queen of Hell USAAF B-29:  Over Tokyo 1945-03-10 (Operating Meetinghouse)— 2025-07-13.  Channah; old private photo.  The date referenced was the first mass incendiary “area bombing” raid against Tokyo, and one of the deadliest.  The resulting devastation and civilian loss of life have been compared to Hiroshima and Nagasaki.

1699 07-04 Blood Avenger RAF Avro Lancaster:  Underlit by Hamburg firestorm, 11:59 p.m. 1943-07-27 (Operation Gamorrah)— 2025-07-13; Channah; old private photo.  Choosing to name one of the most-relentless and deadly incendiary raids of the war after a Biblical holocaust, smacks of an operation more focused on bloody revenge than on military efficacy.  The Old Testament nature and origin of the Blood Avenger, and its association with Judaism, seemed like a perfect complement to the British bombing strategy, especially in respect to Nazi Germany, which was neck-deep in the capital-H Holocaust by mid-1943.  The picture of the evil Channah grinning down, underlit by the glowing light of mass murder, chilled me to the bone the instant it popped up on the AI.

1700 07-04 Blood Avenger RAF Avro Lancaster:  Kill marks in searchlight over Nuremburg 1945-01-02 before flak damage—2025-07-13; n/a; old private photo.  I initially viewed this image as a failed request for nose art, but I liked the overall composition and it occurred to me although the kill marks are less interesting visually, they have a profound psychological dimension, more so even than the nose art.  I therefore decided to include it.  The raid on Nuremburg was also a big one, and had the added significance of being directed against a spiritual seat of the Nazi party.

1701 07-04 Blood Avenger RAF Avro Lancaster:  Repaired repainted departing for Dresden 1945-02-14—2025-07-13; Channah; old private photo.  For the Blood Avenger images, I blended the typical Channah prompts with terms alluding to the Biblical lady in white and something akin to justice; and in terms evocative of the Biblical story of Lot.  As mentioned, 1699 absolutely gave me chills; I liked this one a lot, too, although it raises more questions than it answers about her nature (singular or dual?  Human or monster?  Female or androgenous?  Sane or mad?)

2037 07-12 Venus Mantrap
2038 07-12 Nocturnal Predator
2039 07-12 The Serpent in the Garden
2040 07-12 Down the Garden Path
2041 07-12 Led Astray
2042 07-12 Don’t Look Up

PREVIOUSLY:  After a week of hazing by the succubae, and a looooong day and night’s sleep, the first full day of Chastity’s and Penance’s honeymoon with Channah is finally beginning.  NOW:

They had tumbled into Channah’s bed around midday.  Like humans, succubae experienced sleep cycles; but the most-active phases of their sleep, in particular, differed markedly.  Channah, in her sleep, had visited her current stable of dream-lovers.  She liked to keep 36 of them.  She wasn’t rigid about it, but it was a good target number, one that kept her fed and fueled her active and assertive life as a Queen of Hell.  Every succubus had her own preferred hunting grounds.  Because of the sheer scale of her appetites, and the power level required to dominate the rest of her species, she haunted sailing ships and army camps.  She kept seducing those she found awake by whispering into and touching their subconscious minds, to keep them focused on her and make them weaker.  And she had ridden those she found most-vulnerable and asleep, as hard as she could.  By the earliest hours of the morning, she was refreshed and filled to bursting with energy.

Even as she opened her eyes, she sensed Chastity, to her left, was awake; while Penance, to her right, remained asleep.  Turning her head slowly she met Chastity’s eyes, watching her so intently it took the motion of her head to alert her Channah was awake.  “Are you restless, my love?” she whispered.

“I wouldn’t say that, exactly…. I slept quite a long time.”

“Have you been awake long?”

“Perhaps an hour, or a bit more?” Chas guessed.

“Staring at me?” She smiled slyly.  “Or staring at us both?”

She didn’t need to see color clearly to know when Chas was blushing.  “A little bit.  Well, yes.”

“And?  How did it make you feel?”

“Amazed,” Chas admitted.  “You’re the most beautiful things in the world.  And so blessed…” then she caught herself, blushing.  “Or… I mean… fortunate.”

“I love it,” she smirked.  “And I love you for thinking that.”  She rolled toward Chas and kissed her softly, once, before deciding that wasn’t enough and kissing her again.  They wrapped their arms around one another, moving slowly so as not to wake Penny, and held one another tightly for the longest, sweetest kissing session either of them could remember for a long time.

It was only when Chas shifted slightly that Channah growled a throaty laugh, reaching her hand down to find the source of the problem.  Pulling back an inch and licking her lips, she giggled:  “Ohhh… baby… are those nasty Persian Gates starting to pinch again?”

“Yes, Domina,” Chas confessed. 

“Mm… well, let’s do something about that.”

“Oh… yes, please Mistress,” Chastity agreed, desperate to release the pressure she was feeling.

“Let’s get your leathers,” she whispered.  “This is my day, remember?”

“Yes, Domina,” Chas swallowed.  “What about Penny?”

She looked back over her shoulder, fondly, then grinned.  “Sleeping the sleep of the innocent at heart.  I’ve got more than enough energy for both of you.  Let’s let him rest up while I wear you out and then maybe you’ll be able to sleep a bit more.”  And she laughed, pushing Chas off the bed before her, and then taking her by the hand to lead her down the stairs from her bedroom.  At the bottom of the stairs she physically turned Chas so she was facing the garden and informed him laughingly:  “Keep your eyes front, missy, while I look through your toybox.  Well…. My Toybox, of toys for playing with Chastity,” she clarified.

“Um…. To tell you the truth, Domina, it’s so dark I don’t think I could see what you were doing even if I were right beside you,” Chas admitted.  “But of course I won’t peek, Domina.”

“Better yet, why don’t you get some cushions from the salon—in front of you—and bring them along?”  Channah could see as well in darkness as in daylight; even better, in some ways, in some wavelengths.  Placing most of the items she had selected in a bag, she took Chas’s arm (since her hands were now full holding three large cushions), kissed her, and set off along the garden path toward the baths.

“Are we going to take another bath?”  Chas asked breathlessly.

“You’ll see,” she promised, laughing girlishly and hiding whatever she had behind her, leading Chas all the way to the second spring, the one that fed the main garden stream.  There, she turned right, leading Chas along its rocky bank, under the canopy of the trees until they reached another open spot, mixed garden and grass, overlooking the great valley.  Within it, at the edge overlooking the valley, was a simple stone gazebo.

“It’s all so beautiful—I feel like it’s a magical world… it’s—” and suddenly she interrupted herself with a sharp intake of breath.  Channah laughed, guessing what she had seen:  the heavy hook, hanging from the roof of the gazebo, just a bit above head level.

“Set the cushions on the stone platform,” she commanded, tugging Chas forward, not allowing her to stop for more than a second beside the platform, and positioned her directly beneath the hook.  Dropping whatever she had brought with a rustle and clatter, she brought both her hands to Chas’s cheeks and neck, pulling her in for a long, slow, hot kiss, and then running her hands over Chastity’s shoulders and tummy and breasts while continuing to kiss her.

Breaking their kiss and humming happily, she squatted down to retrieve her bag and handed it to Chastity to hold while she rummaged through it until she found what she was looking for.  While she kissed Chastity’s cheeks and lips softly, Chastity felt Channah take her right hand and then her left, massaging each arm and fastening the cuffs in their familiar places around her wrists.  Next, laughing as she kissed Chastity deeply, she pulled two more cuffs out of the bag.  Then she and smouched her way down Chastity’s neck, breasts, and stomach to tease her caged flesh and kiss, kiss, kiss under her belly button and in the crevices where her legs met her torso and even the front of her thighs, totally distracting Chastity—not that she needed to—as she locked Chastity’s ankles. 

Working her way back up Chas’s body, she pulled a short length of chain from the bag, drawing the cold metal teasingly up Chas’s skin, catching both her arms, and pulling her hands in front of her.  In the night, in the shadow of the gazebo, Chastity saw only the corner of Channah’s wicked smile clearly, but she knew she was looking straight into her eyes, as she used carabiners to attach the two ends of the chain to her wrist cuffs.  Chastity let out a shuddering breath as Channah lifted her hands over her head and slid the chain over the hook.

“Have you figured it out yet, sweetie?”

Chas knew she meant, what Channah had in mind, because she had not locked or tied Chas’s hands to the hook and Chas could slip them off the hook anytime if she wanted.  “No…” she admitted, both excited and scared at once. 

With a deep-throated laugh, Channah drew another short chain from the bag as she kissed her way back down her girl’s body and chained her ankles together.

“I—I don’t understand—” Chas whined, as she began moving back up again.

“I think you do, baby.”

“I mean—I mean, you can’t—can you?”

Literature Section “07-12 The Garden Path at Night”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 12 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1230 words—Accompanying Images:  2037-2042—Published 2025-07-12—©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.

1702 07-04 Nurses are Heroes, Nurses are always needed
1703 07-04 Batonnoir Sisters USO Camp Shows, Foxhole Circuit, Manila Philippines 1945-02-21 gig poster
1718 07-04 For God and Country
1725 07-04 London Life 1942 calendar (REGULAR EDITION)
1726 07-04 London Life 1942 calendar (SPECIAL EDITION)

The images here are generally closely aligned with the general goals of the original project described in Subsection A, but become more creative and a bit speculative because they are not inspired by specific historical works.  Instead, they are images of a type that were made or might have been made during the Second World War, and aren’t critical or subversive of the original subject matter or the party who made it, whether for good (the Allied images) or bad (the Axis image).

Literature Section “07-04-C Plausible WW2 Images”—Accompanying Images:  1702-1703, 1718, 1725-1726—Published 2025-07-09 to 07-12—©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.

1702 07-04 Nurses are Heroes, Nurses are always needed—2025-07-09.  Chastity, Hellinore, Penance; recruiting poster; compare https://www.pinterest.com/pin/376472850079087870/.  I liked this as a way to use Penny and Chas in a broader and more favorable role than spies or wannabe men, and combine them with Hellinore, who in this incarnation would be a prominent person in British Society and/or a press sensation as a successful minister supporting the war effort with her sermons.

1703 07-04 Batonnoir Sisters USO Camp Shows, Foxhole Circuit, Manila Philippines 1945-02-21 gig poster—2025-07-10.  Penance & Chastity; gig poster.  I did not find any gig or other U.S.O. event announcement flyers or posters per se online; but it seems reasonable they likely would have had some.  There were magazine ads and posters advertising the locations of U.S.O. clubs inside the United States, there were photos of specific U.S.O. events, and there were U.S.O. fundraising posters, which I considered when styling this image.  Although the U.S.O. later adopted a more-or-less standard logo, there was no evidence of that in WW2; the initials would be displayed in different fonts, different colors, different positions, with different images, etc. across different images.  But there were examples very similar to the U.S.O. initials here.  This advertises a show in a part of Manila after the US had taken it back, but while the battle for the city and surrounds continued to rage on nearby.  This is consistent with the accounts of U.S.O. shows very close to the front lines and the fact a number of U.S.O. entertainers were killed during the war while involved in entertaining the troops.

1718 07-04 For God and Country—2025-07-11.  Hellinore; propaganda poster; compare http://vintageposterblog.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/ww2-odd.jpg  and https://www.pinterest.com/pin/435652963923443375/.  This is one that came a bit out of left field, although there are a handful of religious propaganda posters from the US and UK as shown at the links.  Since Hellinore’s priesthood is/will be important to her in the story, I didn’t want to minimize it in this project; and I liked this image when it popped up.

1725 07-04 London Life 1942 calendar (REGULAR EDITION)—2025-07-12.  Fang; pinup calendar.  This is based on a thousand pinup calendars from the 1930s/40s/50s. Search for, e.g., “pinup calendars of the 1940s” for hundreds of hits online.  The only rare characteristic of this calendar would be the ethnicity of the pinup.  Although there are a few examples on line of 1930s and WW2 era Asian pinups, see, e.g., https://animalia-life.club/qa/pictures/asian-pin-up-art, I could not find any context on them including what countries they might have been printed in.  Although, having some knowledge of the male condition, I find it hard to imagine there weren’t at least some underground images serving every interest and population around.  Unlike later calendars, most of the 1940s calendars didn’t have different images for each month (Esquire and some magazines seemed to be the exception).  Rather, a lot of them were intended as ads promoting largely male-oriented products to male customers, especially B2B sales in the automotive and electrical areas, etc. like the later SnapOn Tools calendars.  The intent was for them to be hung on walls in the workplace as a permanent customer advertisement everybody (male) in the shop liked to pause and look at before, say, ordering a new electrical or automotive part.  London Life was the title of an early (1920s-1940s) magazine that, although not really a fetish magazine, got into fetish areas especially in the reader letters section.  It wound up being an inspiration for several of the pin-up and pulp artists and photographers of the 1940s-1960s.  (Not to be confused with a later magazine with the same name that was published in the 1960s.)

1726 07-04 London Life 1942 calendar (SPECIAL EDITION)— 2025-07-12.  Fang; pinup calendar.  I couldn’t believe the AI gave me an image or two with Fang in black leather—and it even threw in what I’m going to assert is a whip.  I had to use this one and decided to make it a special edition honoring the readers because of the readers’ role in the most fetishistic aspects of the magazine.

2032 07-11 This is MY paradise… what are you waiting for?
2034 07-11 No serpents here, scaredy-cat.  Just me
2033 07-11 You can have anything you dare to take, lover
2035 07-11 Are you… SCARED to be bedded by me, little boy?
2036 07-11 Come to bed anyway.  That wasn’t a request

PREVIOUSLY:  After a week of brutal wedding and coming-of-age hazing by the succubae, Chastity and Penance are finally enjoying their true honeymoon with Channah, starting with a long and frisky bath that both girls spoiled by getting overly excited.  NOW:

While she taught them to bathe and massage her the way she liked, she watched them carefully, to see where they lingered and where they hurried, where they relaxed and where they tensed up, where their eyes strayed and where their hands strayed.  Okay, their hands didn’t actually stray at all.  They were waaay too nervous and respectful for that, although she suspected Chastity was on her best behavior trying to get back on Channah’s good side, and she wasn’t sure if the girl would be so careful in the future.

After they had dried her body, and theirs, she made them clean their jariya leathers with the soap and rags while she relaxed on one of the lounge chairs, feeling the gently warming air.  Then she took them by the hands and led them back down the garden path.  As they passed the sealed iron door, Penny asked:  “May I ask you a question, Domina?”

“You may,” Channah responded, with a curious, amused look.

“Domina—may I ask, where are we?”

“Ohh… that’s a good question.  Where do you think?”

“I don’t think this is… hell…”

She harumphed.  “Certainly not.”

“But… does that mean it’s Earth?”

“Yes,” she nodded slowly.  “Besides Heaven, Earth and Hell are the only worlds I know of.”

“And it… can’t be Heaven, can it?”

“No.”  The answer was businesslike and curt, but Penny could feel the weight of continents’ worth of emotions behind it and immediately backed away.

“I don’t think there are any mountains this magnificent in all of England,” he began slowly.  “Not so tall, anyway,” he considered, as she led them around the bend in the path, revealing only another length of path with cliff on the right and forest on the left, this one ending in a curve to the right.

“Is it Scotland?”  Chastity guessed.

“No,” she shook her head.

“You said it’s high in the mountains…” Penny began.  “But—it’s cool—but… not that cool.  And the Alps are snowy… at least the tallest parts, aren’t they?”

“They can be,” Channah allowed.

“But this seems too verdant and green for the Atlas Mountains…”

“There are some beautiful parts of the Atlas Mountains, but we’re not there.”

“I don’t know,” Penny admitted miserably.  “I’m not sure.  Lebanon?”

She laughed.  “No, not Lebanon.  But I know why you’re stumped—there’s a bit of a twist.  We’re in the Sierra Madre Mountains.  And the valley you saw from the bathing pool was the Valley of Mexico.”  She frowned.  “Or… a valley close to it, anyway.  I keep my vale here so I don’t have to worry about humans and their petty politics.”

She stopped and looked down at Penny, smirking.  “Silence from Penny.  That’s unusual.  Are you still lost?”

“I—I’m not familiar with—”

“Are you lost, darling?  Or has the cat got your tongue?”

“I’m lost, Domina,” Penny confessed miserably.  “I’m usually pretty good with geography, I can’t believe I still don’t have any idea…”

She started them walking forward again, looking smug.  “Chastity, I stumped Miss Penny.”

“Me too,” Chastity admitted.

“You’ve heard of the great Spanish conquest in 1521?”

“Conquest?  Of Navarre?  You’re saying we’re in the Pyrenees?  Or—” Penny gasped loudly, practically sounding like he was having an asthma attack, causing Channah to laugh out loud again.  “Of the Aztecs?  In the Americas?!”

“Yes, good girl, Pleaser.  The Valley of Mexico is where it happened.”

“We’re in the Spanish Empire?” Chastity asked, sounding both surprised and worried.  Spain was, increasingly, an enemy of England’s; and although the two countries had been allies in two previous Italian wars—including when Penny—or rather, her predecessor—had lived in Venice—they were currently enemies in the War of the League of Cognac.

“No,” she assured him.  “The hucows think we’re in some indigenous area… perhaps the Confederacy of Tlaxcala?  Indigenous allies of the Spanish.”

“We’re in savage lands?!” Far from feeling reassured by Channah’s answer, Chastity was more upset—and not made any happier when Channah stopped again and burst out laughing, even louder.

Both girls looked at her, confused and upset with her reaction, as much as with the idea they were in savage country.

“Where should I even start?  My darling dears,” she hugged them both tightly to her.  “The vale is mine.  My paradise.  It has been for…” she shrugged.  “As far as I know, no hucow other than my agents has ever come here.  Since before the Tlaxcala or the Aztec or even the Spanish even existed.  It’s a part of my domain!”  And then when she saw they still didn’t understand she laughed even harder.  “My sweet, innocent little wives, have you been sleeping?!  Your Domina is the Queen of Hell.  I don’t fear hucows—hucows fear me!”  She kissed each of them, fiercely, on their foreheads, enjoying their embarrassed looks as she hugged them to her again. 

“Darlings:  Get it through your heads!  You. Have. Been. To. Hell!  You are hell’s own agents!  And you’re worried about the Tlaxcala?  The Spanish?!  I love it so much that you fear the Tlaxcala more than you fear me.”  She kissed Penny, and then Chas, on the lips, then paused, and began kissing Chas hard and long.  Tearing herself away, she shook her head to clear it and announced:  “The other point I wanted to make is, Europeans may think of them as savages, but try to remember, from my perspective, you’re all backwards savages arrived at the last minute, the whole race of hucows.  Tomorrow—tomorrow morning, first thing when you wake up, I’ll show you how savage they are.  I have something of theirs that no King or potentate in the Old World has ever laid eyes on.  Something they invented and learned that Europeans—and Asians, and Africans—never even thought of.  But tonight, we all need to get to bed.  You two, especially, are running on pure adrenaline and… sperm?  Testosterone?  Whatever it is horny boys run on when they need sleep but are too stupid to take it.  No more political talk.  Apparently, with you two, even that makes me horny.  And you two are certainly in no condition to satisfy me!  I need to do some night-riding.”

And, thus delighted, she pulled them in tight, said:  “Voilà!  Tlalitlen Ichtaka.  My house—our house!” With that, she walked them around the corner to reveal a sliver of her home, the vertical slice of it visible between the forest and the cliff, but impressive nonetheless.  Made of brightly-colored and heavily-carved stone, the home rose three stories from the valley floor and was built into the cliff itself.  The design of the house was open-air, each level smaller than the one below it like a miniature half-pyramid fused into the cliff.  “I remodeled it about a hundred years ago.  After the Mayans, and then the Aztecs, started developing real cities and buildings and their own architectural style…” she shrugged.  “I don’t know, it just seemed right!” 

“Did you say… Tlatin—” Penny struggled.

She spoke it again slowly as they stepped off the path into the ground floor:  “Tlalitlen Ichtaka.”  There were walls enclosing some rooms or halls, but there was enough open space for them to see glimpses of a beautiful garden to their left through rooms that were simply and practically, but exquisitely, appointed.  There weren’t any furnishings approaching the edge of the house—for three or four yards from the edge of the roof the spaces were empty, which the girls would understand the first time it rained.  Because when it rained in Channah’s Vale—and it rained often—it truly rained. 

“Tlalitlen Ichtaka,” Penny attempted, getting much closer, and she repeated it for him twice more, until he got it right.  “What language is that?  What does it mean?”

“Nahuatl.  The language of the valley—” she tipped her head backwards, indicating the valley opening out below the bathing pool.  “The language of Tenoch, the stonemason who supervised the remodeling here.  It’s not the literal translation but I understand it as ‘vale of the secret mouth.’”

“It’s quite… poetic,” Penny granted.

“Thank you!  It is!  And it… captures something about my home,” she observed, directing them to store their leathers in the exquisite wooden cases her servants had brought from the heteraslakos while Channah attended to her business in her castle, before leading them up two flights of stairs to her bedroom.  It filled the third floor, except a small privy up against the cliff wall.  And it offered a dramatic view overlooking the garden in front of the house and the woods and soaring cliffs that surrounded it. 

The girls gasped, standing still, mesmerized by the sight, and Penny gasped:  “It’s—it’s beautiful…”

“It’s paradise.  My paradise!”  Channah pronounced, something about the way she said it causing Penny’s tired mind to linger on all the complicated ramifications and layers to that.  Almost, she gave voice to some part of her thoughts—she wanted to.  She wanted to discuss them with Channah so she could understand her Domina better, and just because she wanted to get to know her, because she loved her.  But even Penny, tonight—or at least, now—managed to restrain herself.

Instead, they simply followed Channah to the bed, watching as she tugged the blanket and sheets back—giggling at the way their tired eyes lingered on her buttocks as she leaned over the bed and warning them:  “Be careful, girls.  You don’t want to write any promissory notes your limp little peters can’t cash tonight, do you?  Come on!  Each of you, pick a side and curl up with me.”

They looked at one another in surprise.  “Na—naked?”

And she laughed out loud again.  “I don’t even own any nighties.  But maybe I can pick up some dowdy widows’ nighties the next time I’m in England for you two prudes?”

“It’s not that!  I mean—it’s not just—that,” Penny hemmed and hawed, taking the side nearest the garden after Chas chose the side closer to the cliff wall.  “It’s—I just—” she turned red and finally managed, as she climbed in, modestly leaving space between herself and Channah:  “I’m honored.  You’re letting us share your bed, Domina!  We’re not—”

“Hush,” she scolded Penny, pulling them both in tightly to her in a warm hug, the touch of her skin so exotic and forbidden in this context it almost burned.  “You’re my wives, this is my bed, we sleep together.”  She made out with each girl, a slow and sensual celebration of kissing, before she snickered.  “Unless you’re being punished, of course.”

As it turned out, neither girl’s worries about sleeping with their Domina amounted to much when the three of them were so exhausted.  They were all unconscious in seconds.

Literature Section “07-11 Demon’s Paradise”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 11 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1747 words—Accompanying Images:  2032-2036—Published 2025-07-11—©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.

2022 07-10 Domina preparing to instruct Her Shu Wives
2023 07-10 Ritual Purification
2024 07-10 Learning to Wash the Mistress’s Feet
2029 07-10 Goddess teaches her worshippers sacred tantra massage
2030 07-10 Filth-Purification-Serenity-Death
2031 07-10 Tlazōlteōtl’s Tainted Priestesses

07-10 Training Her Service Pets

PREVIOUSLY:  After a week of brutal wedding and coming-of-age hazing by the succubae, Chastity and Penance are finally enjoying their true honeymoon with Channah, starting with a long and frisky bath that both girls spoiled by getting overly excited.  NOW:

“Of course we need you!”  “We need you so badly!”  The girls rushed to reassure her.  “We love you!”  “You’re our Domina!”  Their praises and entreaties spilled out of them, tumbling over one another even as they fell all over themselves to apologize and make promises.

She interrupted them with a raised hand, shaking her head slowly.  “There are words, and there are actions.  And your girls’ actions have been crystal clear.  Your sweet reassuring words aren’t going to be able to do anything to change them.  That will require actions—proof—by good behavior.  Get on your backs, legs facing me.  Go on!”  And as they scrambled to obey, she explained:  “Obviously, I will have to wash you girls and supervise you both carefully until you’re back in your cages.  And even more obviously, now that you’re of age and feminized, you girls are going to need to remain caged because you can no longer be trusted.”  She shrugged.  “Which is fine, normally, but I admit, I did have a little fantasy of having easy access to you girls all week long…”  she clucked regretfully.

“Domina, no, we’re sorry!  We—” they attempted, but she cut them off with a disgusted sound and a raised hand, silencing them. 

“Did you not hear me?  Don’t tell me you’re sorry.  If you’re really sorry, if you mean it, then show it with your actions this week.  Focus on me and my needs and how you feel about me, not what you want to feel on your little girl parts!  Now be quiet and still while I deal with you.”

Starting with Chastity, she washed the girls’ privates carefully, pleased to find them tender and vulnerable after so much use.  Then, she looked each girl straight in the eye, a hard and warning look, as she locked them each up.  When she had finished with both girls, she grabbed their exposed, vulnerable purses and squeezed them enough to make them hold their breath in dread.  Giving a shudder of pleasure at their reaction, she began lecturing them.

“You girls were very bad.  I don’t want to hear either of you whining or asking about your ‘needs,’ do you hear me?”

“Yes, Domina.”

“So far, this honeymoon has been all about you two and your so-called ‘needs,’ quite obviously; without any self-control or caring for mine.  That will change.  I want you to think about me.  Me, me, ME.  All the time.  Not about you.  If I hear either one of you being selfish and greedy about this, at any time on our honeymoon, in any way whatsoever, I will punish you very severely.  I will make you regret it.  Do you understand?”

“Yes, Domina,” they both promised, heads bobbing, looking scared.

“If you ask about taking them off, if you even hint to me that you’re desperate or struggling or were hoping I might want to remember to show you a special kind of affection, it’ll be doomsday before I take them off.  Doomsday!  Because you’re obviously too selfish to ever make a good wife for me.  So I’ll ask you one last time, to give you every chance in the world to get it right:  Do.  You.  Understand?”

“Yes, Domina,” they chorused, nodding fervently.

“‘Chastity’—I can hardly even speak your name out loud without laughing right now—” and, actually, she did snort, unable to prevent herself from doing so.  And she looked at her, deep and straight in the eye:  “Do—you—understand?”

Chas looked embarrassed at how badly she had failed the name her Domina had given her.  “Yes, Domina.  I understand, Domina.  I’ll focus only on you, Domina.  I swear it!”

“Good.  And Penance—your name was better-chosen, at least.  I should have given it to both of you, if I wanted to describe what your nature tends towards and needs.  Do YOU understand?”

“Yes, Domina,” she nodded furiously, clearly miserable that she had disappointed her Domina.  “I will devote myself to you and try to think only about your feelings and needs.”

“Very good.  As you ought.  Be encouraging girls.  Let me know how hot you are for me and how much you want to please me.  Really demonstrate your devotion and love with your actions, your expressions, your tones of voice, and yes, even your words.  Let me know how much you’re loving every second of our honeymoon, even though it’s not about you anymore.  Is it clear what I expect, girls?”

“Yes, Mistress Domina,” they answered, utterly obsequious, which gave her a pleasant little thrill.

“Now, I’ve washed both of you once already, from head to toe, and to what end?  Only to have you get yourselves all messy again.  I want each of you to wash the rest of your bodies all over again—over there—” (she pointed to a particularly shallow part of the bathing pool) “and have a little think about your mindsets, while I relax here.  And as soon as you’re done, come to me with your thoughts, actions, and attitudes focused entirely on service.  Serving me.  Got it?”

“Yes, Domina!” they each assured her.  “We get it!”

Queen Channah decided it was still too early and cool to sunbathe on her rock, and so she swam instead, enjoying her holiday, the feeling of the water swishing over her skin, and the peace of having nothing to think about or do.  When her abashed girls approached her, heads down, she taught them how she liked to be bathed:  how to wash her hair so it was clean and untangled without pulling it too much, how to wash her face and neck and every other part of her body.  She let each of them wash all of her body, so they could learn; and she made it clear she expected them to remember everything she’d taught them.

She made it difficult for them when they were washing her breasts and her pussy and ass—of course—embarrassing them and throwing them off-balance even more than when they worked on the rest of her body.  Then, around midday, deciding the sun was high enough and she was invigorated enough, to enjoy lying on the rock, she lay down in the middle of it and taught her girls exactly how she liked to be massaged when she wanted to relax and unwind.  She emphasized this wasn’t sexual for her, and they needed to be fully attentive to easing her muscles and her soul; and all three of them pretended like they didn’t notice when the girls began to get excited by her body and their proximity to it.  The girls pretended like nothing was happening because they were mindful that they were to be focused on her, and she didn’t want to hear about their little willies.  She ignored the girls precisely because they obeyed her, and she wanted to relax.

Literature Section “07-10 Training Her Service Pets”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 10 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1149 words—Accompanying Images:  2022-2024, 2029-2031—Published 2025-07-10—©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.

2017 07-09 What’s that wiggly thing doing between your legs?
2018 07-09 But why did you bring Mr. Wiggles here to paradise?
2019 07-09 Sweetheart, I’ve been here since the beginning.  Why did she bring YOU?!
2020 07-09 This one watches Miss Kate’s profile on DA
2021 07-09 This one watches Miss Kristine’s profile on DA

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PREVIOUSLY:  After a week of brutal wedding and coming-of-age hazing by the succubae, Chastity and Penance are finally enjoying their true honeymoon with Channah, starting with a long and frisky bath that both girls spoiled by getting overly excited.  NOW:

Channah continued to drift, counterclockwise, in the pool, around the rock surface the girls were lying on together, under Penny’s left leg, to their left sides, leaning close to encourage Chas:  “Good girl!  Such a loving and attentive partner!”  Chastity shuddered as Channah’s hand swept over her shoulder blades and up and down her back.  “Now Penny, I see you’re being a good girl too, letting your face be so full and busy.  She’s a little bit bigger than you, isn’t she?  Don’t worry, you can take her… you can take much bigger, I’ll show you.  Maybe tomorrow.  But you have an unfair advantage here, don’t you?”  She paused for effect.  “Because Chastity’s dirty little secret—or maybe her beautiful little secret—is you.  You could lie there like a sack of potatoes and she’d be the happiest girl in the world because she loves you….  What can you do with that?  With a partner who loves you?  Show them how much you love them back, of course!  Put your arms all the way around Chastity’s hips and hug them tightly with all your might!  Bend your arms so you can be playful and loving at once.  Now, girls, and fortunately for both of you, Chastity will have to take the lead here since she’s on top—that feels natural, doesn’t it?—Chastity, when I tell you to, you’re going to rise up on your knees, put your hands around Penny’s cheeks so you can put your hands right on her bottom, and you’re going to yank her as hard as you can towards you, while Penny, you’re going to raise your shoulders and push back with your feet.  Do you girls understand?”

Reaching Penny’s head, she moved her right hand under Penny’s right arm and her left as close to Penny’s left arm as she could without letting go of Chas.  “One… two… three!” She helped, lifting and pulling on Penny’s underarms as the girls slid her a good half-foot backwards so her head was barely resting on the rock before returning her left hand to Chas’s sweet skin.  “Now, Chastity baby, I want you very sensuously to crawl forward over Penny until you’re resting on her breasts like big soft pillows—” she smiled as Chas groaned “—and you’re nestled right in there.  Oh, that’s a good girrrl,” she praised Chas’s efforts.  “Now, hug one another tightly—show your love!  Chas, rest your weight entirely on Penny, each girl squooshing down the other.  Do you feel it?  How they spread out and press against both sides when you do that like a… vise?  A fist?  What am I thinking of?”  She snickered as they groaned.  “Penny, lift your legs up off the ground, don’t be lazy—never be lazy in bed, not when you’re the agent provocateur—and rest your heels against her shoulders.”

Channah moaned, drawing out her words more and more, letting her voice pulse into a regular, almost hypnotic cadence, putting passion and feeling into every syllable.  “That’s the way.  Isn’t that hot?”

“Yes!” Chastity almost wept, and Penny just made a whining sound.

“Bouncy, bouncy.  You’re both so soft and tight, roll-ing against one another, pressing so haaaard against the sensitive flesh…. Up, and down….  How does that feel, girls?  How long have you been waiting for THIS without even knowing it?!?!”

“All my life!”  Chastity roared, unable to stop herself, proclaiming her truth to the sky.  She nearly wept: “I’ve wanted this as long as I can remember!”

“Well… I stand corrected!  I guess at least one of you did know,” Channah giggled.  “And I bet that makes you feel good and loved, doesn’t it, Penny sweetie?”  She moued in affirmation, nodding her head.  “Then show her how good she makes you feel!  Kiss her, right there, that’s a girl.”  She didn’t even have to suggest Chastity imitate Penny; she had required no invitation. 

Having circled all the way around to their right side by now, she had an ideal ringside seat as she coaxed them towards the finish line, her voice low and hoarse:  “They’re sooooo soft, aren’t they?  They’re purrfect… Perfect to love you…. Perfect how they wrap around and squeeze you—OH!  Oh my!” She yelped, affecting to sound surprised and genuinely feeling delighted and superior, as the girls simultaneously started shuddering, making intense faces and incoherent gurgling noises.  They shivered and quivered, their motions flaring up and settling down, crying and moaning, for more than a minute… even longer.

Channah waited, quietly and composed, from her vantage point to their side, floating, fully relaxed, in the water, waiting for them to finish and for… here it came… although she appeared relaxed and calm on the outside, she could scarcely contain her glee and her anticipation, waiting….

For her girls to finally gather up the courage to face her, turning their heads shamefacedly and finding her quietly shaking her head.

“I’m sorry!”

“We’re sorry!”

“We didn’t mean to—”

“‘Didn’t mean to?’  ‘DIDN’T MEAN TO?!’” she asked incredulously, pouncing on the poorly-chosen phrase.  “You two couldn’t have been more deliberate and intentional, could you?  COULD YOU?!”

“No, Domina.”  They dropped their chins and their eyes, as ashamed girls ought. “I sat here and watched you both.  Never have two girls use their hands and their mouths and every other part of their bodies with more purpose and energy!” She was loving their humiliation and shame, the self-doubt and confusion in their eyes, as she gave the explanation to things they couldn’t possibly understand because they didn’t have enough knowledge.  “I mean, don’t get me wrong—for purposes of our mission, I’m really glad I’ve been successful in teaching you girls to want men.  Well, male, at least.  Boy-parts.  But for our honeymoon, it’s a little disappointing.  I’d hoped to spend the week as myself, a girly girl, but it’s obvious you’re going to need me to be your big alpha male.”  She shrugged, raising a questioning eyebrow.  “That is, if you need me for anything?”

Literature Section “07-09[X] Girl and Boy Parts SO Belong Together “—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 9 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 1006 words::Explicit 1195 words—Accompanying Images:  2017-2021—Published 2025-07-09—©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.

1937A 07-04 The Militias Need You!
1937B 07-04 The Militias Need You!
1938A 07-04 Do Not Tolerate Bourgeois Parasites!
1938B 07-04 Do Not Tolerate Bourgeois Parasites!
1939A 07-04 C.N.T. National Committee A.I.T., Office of Information and Propaganda (ABRIDGED version)
1943 07-04 Gee!! We wish we were MEN We’d join the NAVY

These images are consistent with the general goals of the original project described in subsection A, but expand their subject matter to include World War One and Spanish Civil War images.  The World War One image kind of slipped in just because the subject matter was irresistible.  The Spanish Civil War images came in first, because it was part of the same era and geopolitical contests that led to World War Two; second, because I was less uncomfortable making unironic and uncritical reinterpretations of Spanish anarchist images than of communist Russian and Chinese ones, yet I didn’t want to entirely neglect the left-leaning Allies or treat them the same way I treated Axis nations despite the fact I more or less view them as similar to the Axis powers.  (Recall here that in addition to their abysmal economic and liberty records, Stalin and Hitler actually commenced WW2 in Europe jointly by agreeing to carve up Eastern Europe.  Stalin only moved over to the Allied side later, because Hitler stabbed him in the back, forcing him into an uneasy alliance with the Western Allies.) Third, despite some highly traditional messaging for women in some posters, others accepted them as coequals with men and used images of females as role models to recruit men and women alike.  Fourth, I was surprised to discover that the anarchists (and some of their left-leaning allies) had a number of posters portraying people of color favorably.  Finally, I have to say the Spanish Civil War posters are gorgeous; I at least find them, on average, more dramatic, impactful, and artistic than their World War Two counterparts, so it was a special pleasure to research and reinterpret them.  The Spanish Civil War images are also notable for featuring Kadidia in the full glory of her personality and imposing physical presence.  Once I started down this path I generated so many images I loved that I increased the number of posters with her in them, most obviously by including alternate versions primarily distinguished by having different images while keeping the same wording.

Literature Section “07-04-B Actual WW1 & Spanish Civil War Posters”—Accompanying Images:  1937A&B, 1938A&B, 1939A, 1943; 1939B—Published 2025-07-05 to 07-08—©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.

1937A & 1937B 07-04 The Militias Need You!—2025-07-05.  Kadidia; propaganda poster (Arteche 1936); compare https://www.pineroabogado.es/single-post/2014/01/30/carteles-de-la-guerra-civil-espa-c3-b1ola-les-milicies-us-necessiten-2110.  Translation (Catalan to English):  Les milicies, us necessiten!  The militias, they need you!  I loved this image, because it uses a woman to recruit soldiers without regard to gender; i.e., unlike most images portraying women, even strong women, this one was not using female images to recruit exclusively females to female-specific units or roles (or to roles that were traditionally, if not necessarily, female, such as nurses), but to the mixed-gender militias, traditionally a male province.  Kadidia is so “photogenic” I couldn’t make just one version.

1938A & 1938B 07-04 Do Not Tolerate Bourgeois Parasites!—2025-07-06.  Kadidia, Penance; propaganda poster (Bofarull 1938); compare https://www.todocoleccion.net/carteles-guerra-civil/cartell-catala-guerra-civil-no-tolereu-cap-emboscat-bofarull-1937~x27093049.  Translation (Catalan to English):  Do Not Tolerate Bourgeois Parasites!  No Tolereu Els Paraàsits Burgesos!; P.S.U. Comissio Femenina  P.S.U. Women’s Commission.  This may be my favorite poster of all since the original has a pronounced femdom theme, depicting a fierce woman taking her slinking craven husband by the arm and, brooking no argument, demanding he report for his military duty; which for added effect, was produced by the Women’s Commission of the Unified Socialist Party (of Catalonia).  The original wording of the poster was “No Tolereu Cap Emboscat” (Catalan), which translates to “Do Not Tolerate Ambushes.”  I changed it because, frankly, the original Catalan didn’t seem to translate clearly or easily to English.  Although I can reconstruct how the wording goes with the image, I tried to make the import of the poster clearer, without changing the wording or the sentence structure too much.  Again, Kadidia is so “photogenic” I couldn’t make just one version.

1939A 07-04 C.N.T. National Committee A.I.T., Office of Information and Propaganda (ABRIDGED version)—UNABRIDGED VERSION CONTAINING FASCIST IMAGERY AVAILABLE AT PATREON.COM/THEREMAINDERMAN—2025-07-07.  Kadidia; propaganda poster (Manuel Monleón 1936); compare https://calisphere.org/item/ark:/20775/bb5768786f/.  This is representative of a number of posters from different Republican artists and factions which portrayed fascism as a snake, monster, or beast being battled by lone, heroic, naked or shirtless human.  Interestingly, the humans were consistently portrayed as red-tinted (presumably because the left-leaning anarchists, syndicalists, and communists all had flags containing red), and the snakes, monsters, or beasts as green-tinted (presumably because green is the complimentary color to red).  I particularly liked the coloring and composition of the 1936 Monleón version so used it here despite the rather boring verbiage which simply identified the source of the image.  Having CNT and AIT is understandable; in effect, the poster is announcing these two anarchist organizations are fighting against fascism.  The prominent reference to the CNT’s Office of Information and Propaganda is a bit more puzzling; it seems hardly relevant.  In any event, other groups such as the Frente Popular de Asturias (“UHP”) had similar posters identifying them as the party of sweaty hunky workers hand-wrestling fascist serpents.

1943 07-04 Gee!! We wish we were MEN We’d join the NAVY—2025-07-08.  Chastity & Penance; propaganda poster (Howard Chandler Christy 1918); compare https://www.bonhams.com/auction/30503/lot/68/howard-chandler-christy-1872-1952-gee-i-wish-i-were-a-man-id-join-the-navy/.  This image may have been reissued in 1944 during World War Two, and the artist was alive during both wars, but the style of the image and the number of references to 1918, plus the likely retirement age of the artist by 1944, make me tend to believe it was originally a First World War image.  I’m actually not a big fan of the original poster, but it was too perfect for ARP given the importance and fluidity of gender, especially Chastity’s and Penance’s.  This one could be viewed as ironic or subversive relative to the original, but I interpret the irony here as more a comment on the two characters portrayed, purporting to question their manhood, rather than about the poster or its message.