PREVIOUSLY: The second long, perverse, intense day of Channah’s, Chastity’s, and Penance’s honeymoon is over. They sleep as they feel: closer to one another than ever before, and more unequal, the internal power dynamics of their relationship further strengthened by Channah’s erotic assertive hunger, Penny’s suffering service, and Chastity’s eagerness to please and belong. NOW:
They awoke to another perfect morning at the top of the world, a chill in the air perfectly counterbalanced by their tightly-snuggled warm bodies, and the Sun’s indirect light from behind the surrounding mountains a promise of coming warmth. The flowers in Channah’s garden were as revived as they, blooming to greet the Sun, the air fresh and innocent as Eden, the joyous songs of birds celebrating the world’s rebirth. All three of the lovers felt invigorated and eager for the day.
Giggling, the girls carrying their Mistress’s sandals and dress, she led them hand-in-hand to the bath where she watched Penny pick up the jar of soap and stare at it. Intuiting what Penny was thinking, she asked: “It tastes awful, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Domina,” she agreed unhappily, reaching her fingers resignedly towards the jar.
“Here,” Channah interrupted her, “Let’s do this right. Chastity—” she handed her the jar while reaching into the water to remove Penny’s chastity cage, enjoying the way her wife gasped and her eyes widened. Then she took Penny’s hair in her hand and yanked her head back and down so Penny collapsed on her knees leaning backward in the water, feeling Channah’s legs pressing into her side. Smiling sexily, Channah scooped up the soap and and barked: “Open wide, bitch,” giggling and looking turned on when Penny immediately obeyed, even knowing what was coming. Humming, she smeared the powerful soap around the inside of Penny’s mouth, scrubbing and semi-choking her. Their eyes were locked on one another’s the whole time, intimate enough to make Chastity feel a pang of jealousy, and Channah began breathing heavier as she watched her prodding fingers force tears to form around the edges of Penny’s eyes.
When she was finished, she held Penny there, half-choking on soap, reaching under the water to confirm with a wider smile that Penny was fully hard. “You’re coming along well as a wife. But I’m afraid there’s not enough soap in the world for a girl as dirty as you,” she whispered, giggling as she pushed Penny’s head forward and down, half-drowning the girl as she finally let her rinse her mouth out. When Penny finally seemed to have gotten as much of the soap out as she could, Channah kept hold of her hair and dragged her backward to the edge of the spring beside a flat rock where she had directed the girls to set her things. Penny was again held near surface level gazing up at the beautiful blue sky and the even-more-beautiful demoness towering over her. Fishing out a Persian hard candy, Channah put it in her own mouth, then leaned forward and down to kiss her girl, pushing the sweet and pleasant mint confection into her mouth as they made out.
Without interrupting what she was doing, she stretched her empty hand out towards Chastity and snapped her fingers impatiently. Figuring it out, Chastity came closer to them with the jar of soap, at once glad and uncomfortable with the strange feeling of still being outside their bubble no matter how physically proximate they were.
Channah pulled her lips off Penny long enough to murmur: “You know how to float?” And when Penny nodded, she commanded: “On your back, then, bitch!” getting more soap and laughing as she began working on Penny’s little nub when it came into view at the surface of the water, pleased with how hard it was. Sniggering, she released her victim suddenly, making her flail to keep her head above water, and teased her: “I’d tell you to take care of that but you might misinterpret it as permission.” Suddenly adopting an innocent expression, she asked: “Do you want me to hit it until it gets soft? Or can you think good, pure, decent thoughts while you bathe the rest of your body so you’re ready for your cage before we get out?”
“I’ll try—I’ll think decent thoughts, Domina,” Penny promised hoarsely.
“Good girl. See you do so. And if I were you, I’d look out over the valley. The way you’re looking at me now, your little stubby won’t be getting any better-behaved. If you won’t fit back in your cage when I’m ready to lock you up, I’ll make it wilt.”
“Yes, Domina,” Penny agreed, embarrassed at her sharp laugh and the even sharper one when Penny turned away sharply to look out over the valley and clean herself, trying to tune that out and the noises of Channah flirting with and washing Chastity.
Eventually, when her companions quieted down, the warm spring water and the paradise around them were too peaceful and powerful to ignore and she floated silently in the water, marveling to be there.
“The birds… don’t come into the house,” Penny observed, when there was silence behind her, watching an eagle soar above the valley in front of them.
“No, they don’t,” Channah agreed happily. “Not birds, not insects, not rodents. Only humans and demons—beings with souls—come into the house.”
“Do demons have souls?” Penny asked curiously, looking over her shoulder at Channah, and then reddened at Channah’s surprised expression. “I’m sorry Domina, I wasn’t thinking—”
Looking both amused and slightly challenged, she answered: “I… think so. Don’t we?” And then, embarrassed in her own turn when she saw their surprised expressions, asked pointedly: “How confident are you about humans?”
The girls laughed before realizing she was serious as well as challenging them in turn. Looking at one another, Penny answered slowly: “I… think so, too.”
Meanwhile, Chastity opined: “Most of us for sure. I can’t speak to all of us.” Then Chastity looked at Penny in shock. “You think so?! You aren’t sure?!”
Now it was Penny’s turn to look embarrassed. “Probably,” she allowed, turning her gaze back upon the eagle. “I think… I feel… I see, I experience… I must have a soul, mustn’t I?”
“If that huge heavy burden you carry around everywhere with you isn’t a soul,” Channah suggested, “You might want to figure out what it is. Or even better, simply let go of it.” And then, with an evil laugh: “And maybe let it go even if it is.”
“NO!” Penny protested, shocked, whirling around and then seeing her lazily gazing back, amused.
Rolling her eyes, she said: “Are you ready to get back in your cage now, St. Augustine?”
“Yes, Domina,” Penny admitted meekly, moving back towards her Mistress in response to her lazily beckoning fingers.
Only after they were both locked back up did she lead them out of the bath and tease them by making them dry her off and dress her, sighing with pleasure as she felt their need for her returning and could tell they were feeling the tightness of her bejeweled grip below.
Just as they turned toward the house, Channah paused with a surprised expression. “Hang on… I think we have guests!”
Striding to the door barring the entrance to the honeycomb, she pointed to the ground behind her and snapped her fingers, not bothering to wait for them to kneel before she approached the door and opened it, revealing Miriam and Rivqah, dressed to the nines in tight sheer white linen kalasiris that only emphasized, rather than concealed, their voluptuous forms; high-heeled gold mules; and exquisite gold jewelry that was as striking as a whole, as the individual pieces were subtle individually. They encircled or were draped over or dangled from every part of their bodies, from the tiaras on the crowns of their heads, to the rings around their toes. They were both hanging on the arms of a huge mountain of a man, fully a foot taller than most men, with broad shoulders, heavy musculature covered with softer subcutaneous fat, and a wide fat belly. But who was most notable for the charismatic force of personality that radiated out from him like a shockwave. Complementing the two succubae, he was wearing only a tight sheer white linen shendyt, gold sandals, and his own complement of gold jewelry. All three of them wore clothing the girls associated so narrowly with ancient Egypt that it seemed incongruous on a man whose features and skin were so obviously East Asian, and his air of danger and reckless self-assurance so clearly those of some barbarian kha-khan.
To the girls’ shock, Channah positively squealed with delight, rushing forward and crying out joyfully: “Húanglóng my love!” before embracing the man, wrapping her arms and legs tightly around him and allowing him to whirl in a circle while she clung to him as if she were a cotton doll.
“My beloved Channah!” he roared back, before kissing her on the lips, while Miriam and Rivqah watched and applauded, sparing only brief smirks of withering contempt for the two red-faced humiliated girls kneeling nude and caged on the ground behind their Queen. Clearly not all of her husbands were broken and chastised. Certainly not her first and primary husband, a demon as powerful and distinguished as Húanglóng, King of the Dragons.
When they were finally done, Húanglóng set Channah back on her feet and she asked excitedly: “However did Miriam and Rivqah pry you away from your Palace of Indolence? It’s been…”
“Years,” he shrugged casually. “Possibly decades. I’m not sure. But in truth, I see little reason to stir from my own paradise. No reason, in fact—besides you, of course, my dear. I’ve hardly even noticed much difference being banished to hell. Human vice and weakness still bring legions of the vermin to us seeking dragons, gold, and glory…. and we dragons like the dry heat. And since we, literally, breathe brimstone, we don’t even notice the smell. Lilith and Cain, it’s been… centuries since I’ve smelled the air of Earth,” he marveled, looking at the beauty around him and drawing in deep breaths of fresh air. “Maybe I ought to be a little less of a homebody… but finding the right body for a man such as me? One even fractionally worthy of my presence? Fortunately, your extraordinary and devoted handmaids found me this body, which even has a…” he shrugged, “somewhat adequate approximation of a cock, to wear to the mortal world. A rare find indeed! Miriam and Rivqah, my dears, you have outdone yourselves,” he beamed at them.
“Honestly, happening upon the fellow in Central Asia is what persuaded us to crash your honeymoon!” Miriam admitted.
“It seemed almost like a sign,” Rivqah interjected. “Especially knowing how much progress you want to make with your girls! It occurred to us you could use your husband’s… unique powers.”
Channah considered for a moment and conceded: “You have a point. I have every confidence in my little ceshi. But I’m sure my poor dears don’t stand a chance against the mighty mighty Húanglóng—either in competing for my attention, or resisting him.” Penny and Chas exchanged a nervous, worried look, but didn’t dare interrupt.
“And I admit, when they told me you had locked yourself away for a week with only a pair of eunuchs for company, well, I… I don’t know,” Húanglóng admitted, looking embarrassed. “I did feel rather like I’d let the side down with you. I mean… next you’ll be joining a nunnery!” The demons collapsed in laughter at the idea, but Channah looked worried and anxious enough, the girls could immediately sense how little she liked the image her honeymoon apparently being painted of her by the wags of hell. “I had to come and jolly you out of your funk before the other demons started gossiping that your rebellion had already failed!”
“Nonsense!” Channah stamped her foot with outrage at the idea, trying not to show how shaken she was by the suggestion, with thoughtfulness outliving the outrage and lingering behind. “But you’re right, it is too dangerous to risk making them even start to believe a pair of lowly jawari matter a whit to me. Let alone speculating why.”
“Of course, it’s nonsense!” Húanglóng agreed, waving his hands dismissively, “but locked up in hell, in their own miserable little realms—nothing like my beautiful pleasure palace—all the rest of them can do is gossip jealously!”
“Well, it’s ridiculous. I’ve been returning to exploring of my own, remembering my masculine side for the first time in… years, certainly,” she conceded, before acknowledging again: “But anything that attracts notice to my affairs… especially my wives… is unwanted.” Frowning, she continued: “Thank you for bringing this to my attention.”
“Certainly, my dear!” And they had another long, languorous kiss before separating, Húanglóng almost stepping back onto Chastity by accident. Looking down, he frowned. “Are these your little cucks? I’ll look forward to seeing what you’ve trained them to do!”
“Oh, it’s early days yet,” Channah admitted, looking slightly embarrassed for some reason. “That was one of the reasons I planned the honeymoon, to catch them up on their training before I put them to work! Without imagining I might be with you! Rivqah and Miriam, my sisters, what a perfect gift this is for me.” Then, her voice becoming harsh, she barked over her shoulder: “Girls, fall on your bellies and suck the toes of your Master and Brother-Husband.” They looked up at her with shock, and then immediately fear to see the intense insistence in her voice and eyes, before blushing, forcing themselves to the ground, and pushing their tongues under his toes to lift them enough to suck. Above them, they could hear Miriam and Rivqah sniggering and clapping with delight as Channah hissed: “That’s the way. You know he’s your better in every way that would matter to a male, don’t you?”
“A little slow for my taste,” Húanglóng opined judgmentally at the girls. “I can see why you don’t think they’re ready yet. But I expect we can help you discipline and train them better while we’re here, if you don’t want to keep all the fun to yourself.”
“So…” Channah smiled mischievously. “Did you have a plan for your visit? Or are we simply winging it?”
“Planned?! Oh, have we ever!” Miriam burst. “But you have no need to worry about it. Why don’t the two of you celebrate your reunion and let us take care of everything else?”
“Awww….” Channah gazed at them fondly. “You two are my heart,” she exclaimed, hugging them both tightly before stripping off her robe and kicking off her shoes, an action Húanglóng immediately copied. “Do you remember where the bedroom is?” she asked her husband.
“It doesn’t matter… I want to follow and watch your sinuous and spellbinding walk, my goddess,” Húanglóng confessed. “Please, lead my way so I can follow!” And giggling, she sprinted for the house, with Húanglóng eagerly—and her wives’ eyes despairingly—following her wide buttocks and long legs propelling her towards their marital bed.
The girls’ view was interrupted before the happy couple disappeared around the corner of the garden path by Rivqah’s high-heeled sandals, as she stepped forward and then bent down, smirking into their eyes as they sheepishly looked up to meet hers. “You two must really feel like emasculated sissies now, mustn’t you?”
And when they didn’t speak, her brows knitted together and her face darkened until the two girls nodded frantically. “Yes, Domina.”
“Yes, Domina, what?!”
“Yes—yes, we feel like emasculated sissies, Domina.”
“Too slow again, but better! How much she must be coddling you! I’m so relieved we intervened before you two completely unlearned all your manners and skills. Why do you suppose you feel that way?” She then asked, raising an eyebrow expectantly while they exchanged a worried look, uncertain of their lines, before Penny figured it out and whispered, turning scarlet:
“Because we are emasculated sissies, Domina.”
“Quite!” she announced triumphantly. “Pathetic! Now gather up your Masters’ clothing and follow us to the house!”
The girls had been aware there were other figures in the honeycomb behind the three demons, but had neither the time nor the permission to pay them much attention before. Now they—seven people, loaded with boxes and crates and equipment—emerged to follow Miriam and Rivqah without so much as a glance behind them, all their senses focused on not tripping in their haste to keep up with Rivqah and Miriam. Four of them were male, three of them female. Three of them were very pale—too pale to be human—and four of them were of human pallor and appearance, although the girls had learned not to make too many assumptions about what they might expect or find. Two of those with a human appearance—Penny was sure—looked familiar.
The girls scrambled to their feet to obey Rivqah’s command.
In fact, when they set down their burdens, the girls could confirm two of the recruits brought here by Channah’s Ladies’ Maids were known to them. The first was none other than their qahramanah, Esmeray, who appeared to be about as discombobulated and anxious about being here instead of training her other jawari as the girls were to have her. The other was, even more surprisingly, Big George, the carpenter of Fensmere. If anything, George was even more surprised to see them than they were to see him. “You—you’re beautiful women now!” he managed, staring waay to long and not quite as delighted as Roger, Cutter, and Martin had been. “What’s going on?”
“Channah has helped them realize their innermost desires, and become the things they have always yearned to be,” Miriam explained.
“Hallelujah!” George proclaimed, immediately and automatically followed by Penny’s and Chas’s responses.
Taken aback, Esmeray asked: “What was that?!”
They looked embarrassed, but George answered: “I don’t know, it just seemed to fit. It sounded like she was praying or—”
“Like a benediction,” Penny offered, when George couldn’t find the right word.
“Yeah, like that.”
The couple they did not recognize had swarthy skin and dark hair, perhaps Turkish like Esmeray, or Persian, or Arab. The woman, distinguished from her colleagues by the fact she was not staggering under her burdens, carried only a long narrow bag in one hand and an elaborately inlaid lacquered case in the other. She carried both of them protectively, it being obvious they were prized possessions she would not have wanted anyone else to carry for her, and seemed interested in everything around her as if she were having the experience of a lifetime. The last was an intense, slim but well-muscled young man, who somehow managed to look amused, bemused, eager, and resentful as hell, all at the same time. Both of them were dressed much as Húanglóng, Rivqah, and Miriam had been, the young man’s sheer loincloth leaving no doubt as to why he had been invited to this particular party, or that he would be a popular guest.
The other three were gwailou, pale demons: a beautiful woman, a beautiful young man, and a fussy old man, all of them, as the girls would learn, Japanese; and all of them appearing…. ‘Pale’ wasn’t really the right word. But it fit insofar as it made sense to everyone who set eyes on one, and there was certainly no better way the girls could think to describe them. ‘Washed-out’ would have been too harsh. ‘Insubstantial’ would have been inaccurate. And ‘white’ would have been outright misleading. Yet there was something about them that gave them the hint of death or absence, and not being quite full-dimensioned creatures of the mortal world. All of them seemed resentful of the pitiful girls they had first found kneeling caged, nearly-naked, and largely ignored on the ground; a mystery that was slowly solved as it emerged they had been brought here to do the tedious domestic chores Channah had planned for her girls, so the girls could be impressed to serve Miriam’s and Rivqah’s wicked, and presumably less boring, purposes instead.
The woman, who they would learn was actually a succubus named Tiferet, followed the happy couple up the stairs, still carrying her bag and case.
Miriam instructed the humans and gwailou while Rivqah disappeared into the supply room. After they had put the kitchen supplies in the kitchen, and the other supplies in the storeroom, Miriam commanded: “Asuka, clean the house! And stay away from the succubae. None of us want to be bothered with servants today.”
“Yes, Mistress,” the old man bowed, something unpleasant and resistant shimmering across his face but almost immediately suppressed, before he half-slunk out of sight, half-winked out of their awareness.
“Sakura, tend to the garden and also stay away from the guests—make it perfect!”
“Yes, Mistress,” the beautiful young man bowed, his jaw set, disappearing with much the same strange combination of normal movement and magic as Asuka.
“Esmeray, the girls are already in their leathers but we want them leashed, with their wrists bound in front of them and their legs hobbled, before you bring them up. But first, you girls, help and obey Haruka prepare drinks and food for us. Unquestioningly and immediately.”
“Yes, Mistress,” the beautiful pale woman and her crew of helpers curtsied before their Domina, having nowhere to go from the kitchen they were already standing in.
“When Haruka has given you everything to bring up to us and tells you you’re done in the kitchen, Esmeray, lead your jawari up to us and kneel with them, watching and learning in respectful silence until and unless you’re called on. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Domina!” The three of them responded.
“Excellent!”
“And, needless to say, Haruka, nobody wants to see you, either,” Rivqah added as she breezed back into the kitchen, carrying the two lacquered boxes from among Fang’s wedding presents to Channah and smirking significantly at the girls. George, sounding confused, asked: “What would you like me to do, Mistresses?”
The two succubae exchanged an excited glance and broke out laughing as they took his huge hands in theirs. “You’re coming with Jacob and us to join the adults! We’ve heard some rumors about you that we’re most eager to confirm!” And they began leading him up the stairs, followed by the other young man, it taking a minute for George to work out what they were talking about and start grinning. Behind them, Esmeray looked relieved to have been left behind; while Penny and Chastity looked crushed.
Until Haruka, already crabby with the two girls for what was—from her point of view—their privileged status, walked between them, grabbing and holding their ears in unecessarily tight pinches that made them whine, and led them to the stove.
Literature Section “07-34 An Intervention to Rescue Channah from Accepting Sexual Mediocrity”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 34 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls: Pawns of the Court of Lust”—3764 words—Accompanying Images: 2168-2175—Published 2025-08-25—©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.
