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3423 07-42 SSIII The Devil–Infernal Tarot (England–Major Arcana)
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3461 07-42 The Ocular of Sodom

CAUTION:  Contains themes of heavy degradation, filth, and tentacle hentai some readers may find disturbing.

ALTAR CLOTH REFERENCED BY CHANNAH IS IMAGE 2500, AVAILABLE HERE.

THE OCULAR OF SODOM IS IMAGE 3461, PUBLISHED CONCURRENTLY

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PREVIOUSLY:  Playing the demonic card game, Perdition Tarot, Channah is losing a wager of Penny, Chas, Esmeray, and her other servants she made against Húanglóng.  Under the excuse of cleansing the girls to reenact a legendary party trick against them, she removes all the physical magic she has surrounded them with to prevent Húanglóng or any of his vassals in Lytos from suspecting how important the girls are.  To ensure they are on-side with her and will protect their shared secrets, she is explaining just enough for them to understand the extreme danger they will be placed in if they do not keep Channah’s secrets, and other demons came to suspect their potential significance to Channah’s plans.  NOW:

Inordinately pleased with forcing the girls to prostrate themselves and attend her in a pool of their own filth (and even more, discovering a new vulnerability to exploit in Penny by seeing how strongly she overreacted), Channah hummed slightly as she sat on the other side of the narrow stream, pulling a folded piece of cloth from her robe and opening it, spreading it carefully out upon a flat bit of rock before her between her perfect sandaled feet. 

“Chas, did you ever wonder why the rules of Perdition Tarot require a human dealer?”

She shrugged, looking nervous.  “I don’t know, Domina.  Why did you ask me?”

“Because I don’t need to ask Penny.  Of course, she wondered.  And doubtless tried to guess.  It was funny to watch her bursting with the desire to ask her questions!”  She snickered as she pulled a fine piece of black silk brocaded with a silver pentacle and a constellation of astrological symbols from her dress, unfolding it and arranging it so one of the five tips was pointing directly back at her—and, discomfortingly, so that its two horns pointed at the girls.  “Because when demons deal cards, it isn’t a random deal.  The card order is prophetic.  Any cards, any demon.”  She shrugged:  “With regular cards—human cards—or regular demons, the effect is weak.  Enough to bias the game.”  She laughed.  “Enough to provoke a duel when you’re gambling with hotheads experienced enough to notice the patterns in the cards.  And among demons—we can influence them as well.  We do influence them, every single deal, on purpose or unintentionally or both; it comes with the prophetic power.  And if we’re playing cards, of course we’re going to influence them to win.  No demon would be stupid enough to let another demon deal.  Occasionally, for fun, we’ll allow one another to take turns cutting.  But it’s not a best practice for an honest game.”

“This,” she pointed to the fabric in front of her, “is an altar cloth, inscribed with the pentacle over our natal chart.” 

“‘Our,’ Domina?” Penny asked, her voice distorted by her efforts to breathe through her mouth without risking ingesting anything before her.

“Demons.  Well, Elder Demons.  The originals.  We were all created at the same time, so we all have the same natal chart.”  Very delicately and precisely, she held her arm out over the mat, pointed her index finger down, and set it in the middle of the mat.  “I have a gorgeous altar stone, permanently inscribed and inlaid with gold and semiprecious and precious stones, positioned precisely in the center of my satanikoklus, my castle, and my hell, where I perform the most-important readings.”

Next, she removed a heavy, foreboding, elaborately-sculpted pewter box a bit larger than the Succubaean Tarot deck, from the other side of her robe.  The images on the box were all witches and devils, evocative of hellfire damnation and apocalypse, decorated with her familiar themes of rot and hate, medlars and coins, and broken hearts.  Just the sight of it made Penny and Chas shudder with an uncomfortable feeling of dread and fear.  “And this is the Oracular of Sodom.  The source of the Infernal Tarot.  With this, even Chava could predict the future,” Channah snorted, then flicked her eyes up to meet theirs.  “My very worst succubus, in every way that defines us, the poor dear,” she sneered.  “But useful in her own way.  And by contrast, as you know,” she announced with perfect aplomb and hubris, “I am no ordinary demon. Not even an ordinary Elder Demon.  I could draw pips and numbers on toilet paper and still divine with them.  When I use the Oracular, on the Evil Altar of Sodom, we become one of the seven most-powerful instruments of prognostication in Hell or Earth.”  Very precisely she opened the Oracular, revealing a deck of cards with her medlar-and-hate backing, nestled perfectly in black velvet lining. 

She paused, her eyes burning into theirs and speaking quietly:  “And do you know how useful this great power is for making the most-important predictions of all?  About my future?  About our great project?   Not at all.  Well, that’s not quite true.  The point is, it doesn’t help me at all any more.  It hasn’t done so for years.  All it does is tell me what I already know.  The exact-same prophecy, over and over and over again.  The only thing that changes at all—occasionally—are the directions of my cards.  Today’s game suggests the effect is now so powerful, demons and even humans around me are affected, as if by the field of attraction of some invisible planet close to hand.  But,” she shrugged, “I am old-school.  And disciplined.  So, to release my control, and let the fates use my power to show me the answers to my questions, I will use the altar mat, and the Oracular, and compose myself before my abject worshipers.  By whom I mean you two, kneeling in shit at my command.  You’re pretty pathetically abject for me, aren’t you, pumpkins?”  And she raised her eyebrows, indicating she expected an answer.

“Yes, Domina,” they agreed.  Shee-it.  What else were they going to do?  Deny it?

“Prostrate yourselves,” she suddenly commanded.  “Legs straight back, arms straight front, faces down.”  And when they balked, she hissed:  “Brown-nose for me, girls.  Faces right down in that vile mess.  Remember:  It can always get worse.  If you make me force you, it will be with your mouths open and your tongues hanging out.”  She laughed merrily at their revulsion and horror as they forced themselves to obey her, fighting every natural instinct in the bodies to do so.  “Now, that’s abject, sweeties.  What weak, sweet little simping worms you are.  When I draw a card, without having any chance to see it, I will predict what it is.  That will be your cue to look up, confirm my guess, and watch me position the card.  Then, without delay, you will put your faces back down, touching your nose and chin to the wretched rock until I announce the next card.  Understood, you dirty bitches?”

“Yes, Domina,” they choked, Penny jumpy as a cat, tight as a wire, radiating an intense loathing and even an unreasoning panic at her situation that washed over Channah like a gentle ocean wave. 

“Yessss….” She hissed.  “Our Unholy Rite has commenced in its full, abominable vileness.”

Pentacle Reading—Channah’s Great Purpose

Relaxing herself, closing her eyes, and making herself still, she took six deep, calm breaths before tapping the top of the deck ten times.  Then, quite calmly, in a voice cadenced with ritual and practice, she spoke:

“Dread abyss,

of sorrow and pain,

Serpent hiss,

the words of my shame.

Hear my cries,

I will attend,

With ears eyes,

Nose mouth and skin.

Make me echo

All your madness,

Force me to sow

Seething chaos.

By revealing what we Succubae most need to know to achieve our great purpose!”

And then, calmly, she leaned forward to draw a card.

“Pharaoh of Diamonds, reversed,” she announced.  When the girls dared to look up, they found their Mistress staring at them, her eyebrow cocked inquiring for their confirmation, holding a card delicately between her thumb and forefinger facing them, such that she could not possibly have seen what card it was, even if she were focused on it instead of intimidating the girls.

And she smiled, a bitter, knowing, ironic smile when she saw the truth of it in their astonished eyes, even before they confirmed her guess verbally:  “Yes, Domina,” they murmured.

Never taking her eyes off theirs, she set the card down at the tip of the pentagram pointing to her where it met the circle circumscribing the pentagram:  “First position, foreshadowing the ninth, is the Significator.  It speaks to the overall character or nature of the prayer.”  And after she set it down, she looked at them expectantly until they forced their faces back down.

“The Chariot.  Upright.”  And when they confirmed it, miserable in their uncleanliness, she continued, placing it on the tip pointing to Chas:  “Second position, foreshadowing the seventh, is called the Manifest:  What you already know, your starting point.”

And so it went, as she moved through the rest of the rite:

“Huángdì of Wands… reversed?” which she placed on the tip to her left.  Despite her uncertainty, she was correct.  Again.  “Third position, called the Present, foreshadowing the tenth.  The now.”

“Sice of Swords, reversed.”  The tip to her right.  “Fourth position, called the Past, foreshadowing the eighth.  The proximate cause.”

“Pharaoh of Wands.  This is the hardest to predict… upside down?”  (It was.). She set it down on the tip pointing toward Penny.  “Fifth position, called the Future, foreshadowing the sixth.  What’s next.”

Although her voice remained calm and lyrical, the voice of a priest giving a sermon, or perhaps a witch canting a spell, the next one could hardly avoid causing the girls to feel a cold shiver running down their spines:

“Death.  Almost as variable as the Pharaoh of Wands, but the stronger bet is reversed.”  (It was.). This and all the cards to follow, she placed on the inner corners of the pentagram, where different arms of the pentagram met together with one another, and with a corner of the inner pentagon formed by the middle segments of the five lines comprising the star.  This first one went to her left.  Her discussion of its position was the opposite of reassuring, really putting the ‘omen’ into ‘ominous.’  “Sixth position, recalling the fifth, called the Outcome.  The ultimate result.”

“Trey of Spades.  Upright.”  She placed it at the vertex of the pentagram opposite where she was sitting.  “Seventh position, recalling the second, called the Occult.  What is hidden.”

“The Devil.  Upright.”  It went to the vertex to her right side.  “Eighth position, recalling the fourth.  Called the Foundation:  the root of the issue.”

“Pharaoh of Hearts.  Upright.”  This one, she placed on the vertex by her right hip.  “Ninth position, recalling the first, called the Challenge.  The obstacle or antithesis.”

“The High Priestess, usually reversed.”  Of course, she was correct again.  In fact, at this point, the girls would have been astonished were it otherwise.  It went on the vertex by her left hip.  “Tenth position, recalling the third.  Called the Counsel.  The voice of good advice.”

She paused, breathed very deeply, and nodded to herself almost as if she were talking herself into something.  “And this prophecy is mine, the divination of our, but especially my, great project.”

Had she given Penny a second’s thought, she would have expected her to ask what the ‘great project’ was.  But she did not.

Path Reading—How the Girls May Serve

“Now.  One more reading before our ritual ends.  Before I let you up.  And this one requires your utmost sincerity, devotion, and abnegation.  Before you pass out of my hands on your journey with Húanglóng, I must read your course and what we need to know.  I also want to get a baseline, before you go to Lytos, in case you pick up any bad habits or ideas I need to correct.”  Something that might sound innocuous enough on the surface; but was anything but, coming from the mouth of a Queen of Hell and well-known sadist.  “I have read your fortunes before, of course, but for the truest reading it must be done for you, and therefore in front of you and with your attention and awareness.”

And with that, she lay another, smaller black silken mat down across the arm of the pentagram pointing directly toward her, a rectangular strip of cloth that stretched from left to right but was narrow enough it didn’t overlap any of the ten positions of the Pentacle cloth.  “This one will be quite fast.  Three cards, and I’ll go as quickly as possible and release you immediately to hop in the pool.”

“Thank you, Mistress!” they both cried, sounding desperately hopeful and afraid at the same time.

“But only IF you are very good girls and cooperate completely.  You can—and you’ll definitely want to—keep your mouths shut, with your lips pressed tightly together.  I don’t need you to look up or speak during this one; in fact, I want you as deeply-immersed in your most-intense emotions as possible.  Now genuinely, sincerely, kiss that shit.  Push your faces down into it.  If you don’t come up filthy from cheek to cheek I will use you as my own toilet when you return, so degrade yourselves now or I will destroy you later!  That’s the way, wallow in that muck!” she growled with a contemptuous, gleeful satisfaction tinged with hate.  “Now, stay and be good girls so I can concentrate.”

After taking a few moments to re-center herself again, she tapped three times on the top of the deck and intoned:

“Dread abyss,

I still attend.

Teach us this,

Help us offend.

Join me now

Your slaves most girlish

Teach them how

To be most churlish.

Make them worse

By disclosing

Th’evil course

Worst disposing.

Reveal to us their involutions,

Provocations, and solutions.”

She drew three cards in turn, which she laid in order from her left to her right on the second mat: 

“The Non of Spades, upright,” she read woodenly, as if reserving all thought and feeling. 

“Huangdì of Clubs.”  She snorted.  “Of course!” she added, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.  “But these images…. Er, upright.”

“Sultanah of Diamonds upright,” she sounded surprised, vexed, and intrigued all at once.  “What—”

And then she hissed sharply, unable to mask her true feelings, speaking more stridently than calmly:  “Under the Huangdì of Clubs—the Ot of Spades!  How—I—”  And then, belatedly, almost having forgotten to speak it:  “Upright.  How can this be?  After so many centuries.  This—simply—does not—happen—”

“Mistress please!” Penny whined and moaned and squealed all at once, managing to produce an extraordinarily plaintive and desperate sound strident enough to catch Channah’s attention and even break, if only for a moment, the intense mood that had seized her.

Barking a rough laugh, she snapped her fingers.  “Go!  Into the pool you disgustingly vile and nasty little girls!  I can hardly stand to be within sight or smell of you!”  But they were in the water before she could even finish, Penny especially moving with an uncharacteristic speed that jollied her despite the shock she was still processing.  Their desperate, and entirely over-the-top, antics in the pool, especially Penny’s near-calisthenics, managed to distract and amuse her for several seconds as she plunged below water, shook her body and head violently, shoving herself right under the plunging torrent of water from above, scrubbing her hair and face as if she were trying to peel her own skin off, and finally moving out of the deluge just enough to gasp desperately for breath before throwing herself back under it.  All before she even reached for the soap!

But even this over-the-top display could not distract her for long from the sobering and daunting reading before her.

By the time she looked up again, Chas was already clean—and, reason itself insisted, Penny must be clean, despite the fact she was applying and excessively scrubbing in yet another round of soap and, Channah eventually realized, making some kind of droning whining sound of horror like she just couldn’t get past what she had just experience—what, apparently, she was still experiencing in some way.  Even Chas looked mildly surprised.

“Abram!”  she burst out laughing.  “Fool!  What’s gotten into you?”  and then, with a mild twitch of annoyance:  “Stop this!  Get over here!” 

Chas, either to protect Penny from Channah’s wrath or to cop a cheap feel, moved forward and began helping to scrub Penny’s hair, telling him quietly:  “Let me help you get the soap out.  Come now, Penny, you’re clean.  You’re perfectly clean!  Don’t drown yourself.”  And when Penny reached for the soap again, Chas intercepted her arm and kissed her hand, physically interposing herself between Penny and her fixation to get her attention and pleading:  “Penny!  Please!” 

Penny froze and blinked for a moment, as if stuck and uncertain whether to heed her friend or try to plow past her, accepting Chas’s embrace reluctantly and unenthusiastically, which seemed to make Chas want to hug her even more forcefully to get through to her.

“Don’t crush the girl,” Channah suggested.  “That’s quite enough, Penny, listen to Chas.  Come over here, sweetie.”  And when Penny still seemed uncertain, she pronounced, clearly and emphatically, with a mildness of tone that was all the more arresting:  “Princess.  Do you really think I would invite you to me if there were the slightest mess left upon you?”

Penny, surprised, shyly met her eyes, blinking in the spray of the falling water as she focused on Channah’s voice before she finally moved forward murmuring:  “Yes, Mistress.  I mean, no, Mistress.”

“That’s my girl,” Channah soothed her.  “You two stay away from the cards.  Circle around opposite sides of the spread to keep them dry, and settle in on either side of me here.”  She extended her arms in invitation, watching as they carefully picked their ways around the cards before settling in beside her, causing her to shiver.  “Brr!  You’re so cold!  You’re lucky mummy loves you so much.  Come on, nestle into me and warm up so you can read the cards with me. Are you back with us, P—” she began, unnecessarily as it happened.

Penny gasped.  “We’re—”

“Yes.”  She agreed simply, knowing exactly what she was saying.

“We’re—Chas and I—on almost all the cards!”

“Yes, you are.  Unless there’s another pair of gingerbread and lemoncake girls I haven’t met yet, up in every aspect of my life.  This is the first time you’ve been on so many.  And the most-important card in this respect?”

“The Sice of Swords,” Penny answered wonderingly and immediately.  Of the fourteen cards on display, it was the only one without a paired redhead and blonde.  Gray and cold and nearly emotionless, it leapt out visually from the other cards in almost every way. 

“Swords are the suit of the Devils.  Our enemies.  They are as far from us as they can be.  Of course, the images on the cards are never literal.  The first Triumphs were fashioned to flatter the princely families of Italy who commissioned them or were gifted them.  But when the Infernal Tarot dresses up an allegory in familiar characters and places…” she took each girl’s hair, turned her head, and met her eyes briefly in turn to punctuate her point, “It does not mean they’re to be interpreted literally.  Or even that they necessarily relate at all to the real figures they portray.  Beware familiar people and scenes on the Infernal Tarot.  Assume they’re a trap.  But…” she hesitated a moment, weighing how to say it. Almost reluctantly, she admitted:  “They can be suggestive… at a minimum, they remind us how our own prejudices shape our perceptions, how we can become the victims of our own expectations…. And they tell us something about how we view the world.  When the resemblance is faint, or suggestive—the color of hair alone, whether the style of the art is Ottoman or Persian or Indian, whether the themes are suggestive of legends of a particular culture or religion, whatever aspect it may be—the fact you make an association between the specific in the real world, and the archetype of the card, may tell you something very different than you assume.  Or nothing at all that you are able to tell.  For instance, it could alert you that your subconscious is aware or suspicious of something, and you should examine the actual situation or person more closely.  All of which is to say, the specific personal appearance of people on the Sice of Swords is almost irrelevant to their interpretation, or where and to whom they might apply.”

She shrugged.  “But this—gingerbread and lemon-cake don’t exactly look like you two, but… in addition to the hair, they’re effeminate, hermaphroditic, and always submissive.  Even their chastity cages resemble yours.  And the same two figures appear on so many cards…. It’s very hard to ignore or dismiss the resemblance completely.  And so we should not.”

“What does it mean, Domina?”  Penny asked, reaching her arms further around Channah and hugging her more tightly, nuzzling her sweetly.

“Never assume it is obvious.  It never is.  But… the fact the two of you appear to be so prominent in this reading suggests to me that you two are important to the events occurring right now and in the immediate future, that are most-relevant to my future.  So, for example,” she tapped the card in the Counsel, or tenth, position of the Pentacle, “even if you girls aren’t relevant to the specific lesson the High Priestess is trying to tell me—despite the presence of you two, well…” she snickered.  “very dirty girls!  You—or more precisely, what is happening to you—is apparently very relevant to my mission at this moment in time.”

Penny and Chas both leaned in closer, squinting to make out the details of the card that Channah had singled out as dirty.  And gasped, in embarrassed surprise, complaining simultaneously as they saw exactly what was happening to their little avatars:  “DOMINA!”

“Don’t look at me, silly girls!” she threw up her hands.  “I’ve been reading the Tarot for millenia.  I know what I’m doing and the chance of my having influenced the cards more than by neutrally channeling the fates, or altered the order and content of the cards,  is quite.  Small.  Despite my experience, to enhance it, I took all the precautions I could, using the alter-mat, the rituals of desecration, forcing you to attend me as my worshippers, and entering my receptive state.  I am very confident this reading is overwhelmingly attuned to the cosmic energies as a whole, not any unintentional moods or thoughts of mine that could have contaminated them.  Blame the Fates if you dare to pick a fight with them, girls, but don’t think it’s me or my intention.”

“Yes, Domina,” they intoned, because it felt as if they ought. 

“I hope that’s not going to—” Penny began, Chas cutting her off before she could even finish:  “That looks dangerous!”

Channah snickered.  “It’s more than dangerous.  True impalement, by sharpened stakes, even the Judas Cradle, is irrecoverably harmful.”  Penny shivered.  “What, dear?”

“You talk about it so matter-of-factly,” she whispered shyly.  “You’re so ruthless and cruel, Domina.”

“You love it,” she opined.  “Don’t you?” And when she didn’t get a response, she took Penny’s hair again and forced her to meet her eyes, raising her eyebrows inquisitively.  ‘Don’t you?”  Turning bright red, Penny swallowed and whispered:  “Sometimes, Mistress,” turning even redder when she saw how much pleasure Channah took from the admission.  “But this…”

“I’ll bet that your admission, and my essential bitchiness, not the Judas Cradle, made your tiny little rosebud harden against its diminutive cage, didn’t it?”

“Mistress!”  Penny wriggled uncomfortably as her Mistress laughed.

“That’s a yes.  You’re still well behind Chas on your learning- and craving- curve, but we’re starting to get you there.”

“‘Craving?’” Penny asked in a tiny voice.

“You know what I mean,” she dropped her other hand to Penny’s caged penis, confirming her suspicions and stroking the girl until she shivered.  Gripping her purse viciously, she demanded:  “Don’t you?”

“Yes Mistress,” Penny wriggled some more, looking miserable and mortified, dropping her eyes the moment Channah allowed her to by releasing her hair.

“Good.  I hope we made it small enough to pinch a clit as tiny as yours.”  And again, sensing a new level of submission in Penny, she pushed harder than she had in the past:  “Did we?”

“Yes, Domina.”  Penny sounded like she wanted to melt into the rocks around them.

“That helps my mood,” she smirked.  “But to complete my thought, no, impaling is something we do to our enemies, not to our own jawari.  Whatever the High Priestess means to us, or to the Fates, it’s not showing you any ritual of mine.  It’s suggesting something analogous that is going to happen to all of us, or involve all of us.  Perhaps it suggests some sacrifice on your parts, not even physical, but it could be committing to something you are avoiding, or doing something you’re reluctant to do.”  Her voice changed, becoming suddenly serious:  “Study these two readings carefully, girls.  My fortune is well-known to me.  The same cards, in the same order, have made it clear I am either in a narrow strait, or at an important juncture.  And for some reason, in some way, it relates to the two of you.  Perhaps you can even help me understand your part in this, if I teach you more about the cards.”

“But what I have not seen before, what is completely new to me, and what you do need to fathom as quickly as you can, for the sake of our project and possibly your own comfort and security, is your fortune.”  She drew her finger along her second reading.  “What should have been three cards, but by destiny or extremely rare chance, is four.  And I do not like it.  It is a fortune of caution….  Just look at it!  The Non of Spades is a cruel card.  The card of insomnia.  Of a child waking up alone in the middle of the night in an empty house and monsters under the bed.  Or, for succubae, a priest waking up alone in the middle of the night in an abandoned monastery finding he’s spent himself after being ridden by one of us.”  A short, harsh laugh.  “Only it’s no good, because in the Perdition Tarot, we are not the monsters.  Certainly not those loyal to the Court of Lust, and to me.  We’re the sleepers.”  She shuddered.  “Upright, there is a strong suggestion the card may not be warning me I should be scared, but that I should not.  It may be asking me if I am overly worried, and being held back from the right course of action, or doubting what is obvious, because of my own fears.  Which to be fair…” she nodded “could fit me, and my situation, perfectly.  In which case, this fortune is no disaster, just the opposite; it’s urging me to embrace this and assuring me the only risk is if I hold back from it.”

“The Huangdì of Clubs is my—and your!—first husband, a fact that no doubt” she rolled her eyes “will seem terribly ironic to you as you learn more about the cards.  By the rules of Succubaean Tarot, which is to say my rules, the Pharaoh is highest-ranked in gameplay, just as in Draconian Tarot the Huangdì is highest.  But the game ranks are always irrelevant to the divinatory significance, which remains the same regardless of the game played.  The ironies and complications—and the profound themes—of the Infernal Tarot, to human eyes…. Well, your world is but a distorted mirror of ours.  Still, its appearance here is at once obvious and admonitory.  Your visit to our husband is, indeed, the present likelihood and the cause of the concern that led me to test your fortune now.  It is what my fear relates to.  And it is a card of action.  Some humans might say, the card of action.  Your visit with Húanglóng is… could be… momentous.  By itself, I think that’s fine.  Maybe even fortuitous.  I hope it means we will finally unlock Penny, freeing you both from what is holding her back.”  The girls exchanged a quick, uneasy peek beneath Channah’s breasts.

“But the fact the Ot of Spades was, quite literally, hiding behind it…” she shivered.  “Highlights the stakes and the risks of such an important event.  Possibly its warning refers to the visit to Lytos itself; but I tend to think more than that, to the beginning of our great project.  Our project which is in fact fraught with peril.  A project which has brought calamity to other Houses of Hell attempting it.  Every other House of Hell which has made its move, has failed disastrously.”   She tapped her finger on the card.  “Hiding behind… in conjunction with the Non of Spades, it almost screams treachery.  Someone betraying me….”

“Húanglóng.  Or…” she growled, “one of you, would be the most-obvious candidates, since you’re the ones actually shown on the faces of the cards.  But the source of treachery is rarely obvious, even in the cards.”  She made a frustrated sound.  “And for all I know, it could be telling me I am the traitor, betraying my own cause through over-caution!”

“And finally.  What, in a way, is the most-perplexing card of all.”  She snorted, a sound at once frustrated and amused; perplexed, and delighted.  “The Sultanah of Diamonds.”  Grabbing the girls’ hair, she pulled their heads back and looked into their eyes again, then turned their heads back towards the cards and shoved them forward.  Shaking their heads briefly, she demanded:  “Who is this pig-bitch?”  Wrenching their heads back to her, so both of them had to roll over to avoid hyperextending their necks, she laughed with exasperation:  “And more to the point:  Why are you grovelsimping for her?!”

There was no way the Whore of Babylon herself, who slept with more men every time she dreamed than most mortal women sleep with in a lifetime, and who quite literally demanded her jawari wives prove their loyalty and devotion to her by whoring themselves out for her, could be jealous; and yet, it almost sounded as if she were.  The girls had barely enough experience in life to begin to suspect that what she felt had nothing to do with sex, per se, or even romantic attachment; but a more feudal expectation of loyalty.

“We don’t know, Domina!”  Her girls protested, looking terrified and surprised. 

“We’ve never seen her before!”  Chas promised sincerely.

“We’ve never even seen one of—what is that?!”  Penny threw up her hands, her credibility almost assured by her obvious, omnivorous and rabid, curiosity about all things unfamiliar.  “She’s not a succubus, is she?!”

“Certainly not!” Channah harumphed.  “She’s a filthy Rakshasi.”  Her voice managed to put a diatribe’s worth of loathing and contempt into the single word.  “Lowest and most-disgusting of the demons.  They wallow in filth like the pigs they are, and revel in the things we—proper demons, even humans—revile!  The worst punishments and degradations I impose on you—like that!” Still holding their heads in her hands, and pulling them in closer to her sides, she turned them suggestively towards the other side of the pool where they had evacuated their entire GI tracts of every molecule of their contents.  “Such loathesome, repellent pestilences are practically considered delicacies by those depraved, repulsive swine!”

The girls were taken aback by the strength of her reaction to the rakshasi—the reaction of a demoness who, a few minutes earlier, had been discussing the pros and cons of the most vile tortures with a casual, almost lighthearted, at best scientific, lack of any concern or empathy whatsoever.

The girls’ faces reflected the worry and horror they were feeling as they contemplated a demon who could make such a sadistic murderess and torturess as Channah feel such distaste.

“I hope we never even meet one of them!”  Penny assured her.

Chas opened her mouth to pledge her loyalty but realized before she spoke, that she didn’t even know how she might do that.  Their Domina planned to pimp them out to serve her, and had already ordered them to gratify the whims of half her own court.  How did one demonstrate the loyalty Chas and Penny both felt, under such circumstances?

“To guide you and protect us, take a few minutes to memorize these fourteen cards, their images, and their positions.  Do not comment on them, or draw attention to them, with others.  But be alert for them in the actions of others, and in the workings of fate around you.”

Literature Section “07-42 Secrets of the Elder Demons”

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2170 07-34 Sakura supervising gardening
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2172 07-34 Haruka supervising washing
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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.

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.


2011 07-07 Actually, yes, I AM the “pool police”
2012 07-07 How does it ALWAYS end when you two misbehave?
2013 07-07 You think you two are too much for me to handle?  Really?

Explicit version containing orgasm and ejaculate themes at 07-07X Cleaning Up Chastity’s Mess at Patreon.com/TheRemainderman

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.  NOW:

Channah was severe, but still not entirely convincing as the stern mother figure when she started lecturing Chastity:  “Bad girl!  You sullied your sisterwife, and your supposedly bestest girlfriend!” 

“I’m sorry!  I didn’t mean to!”  Chastity apologized, again whether to either or both of her companions was unclear. 

“You’re such a rebel!”  Channah tutted and huffed as best she could manage.  “Don’t imagine I’m going to forget this!  I’m going to have to start cleaning Penny all over again!”

“I’m so sorry!”

“I allowed you to become the woman you always wanted to be.  That was my gift to you!  And how have you repaid me?”

“It was a mistake—”

“In addition to making a mockery of your own, good Christian name,” (it was all Channah could do, not to bust a gut) “you’ve demonstrated pretty clearly you can’t be trusted without your chastity cage, haven’t you?”

“I’m sorry, I swear!”

“Answer me!   Haven’t you?”

“Yes, Domina,” Chastity confessed, her chin dropping in shame. 

“I mean, you can’t even take a bath without—!  The idea was for us to get clean so we could really play!  This is supposed to be my honeymoon, and we have to begin it by locking you up in chastity?!  I want you to think long and hard about how you can make it up to me, do you understand?”

“Yes, Domina,” she assured her.  “I will!  I promise!” 

“And to Penny, who’s going to have to clean up!”

“Yes, I’m sorry Penny—what?”

But Channah had already turned her attention to Penance, stroking her hair gently and asking her:  “Are you okay, honey?”

“Yes, I’m fine, Domina,” she answered, red-faced.

“But a little embarrassed about what you did to Chastity?”

“Yes, Domina,” she nodded her agreement.

“Well, you can start making it up to her, and to me, right now.  Go on, clean her up.”

“Wha—?”

But Channah’s left hand, that had been stroking her hair, was now gently but firmly pressing her face down to Chas’s tummy.  “Go on sweetie,” she murmured, coaxing the girl, even as she turned her head and leaned down to see between them.  “Come on, don’t be shy!”

“But—but—”

She straightened back up, snorting impatiently and swatting Penny hard on her naked buttocks.  “This is something you’re going to be doing a lot of, darling, so stop dawdling.  Right.  Now!”  And she emphasized the point by taking hold of Penny and squeezing so hard she made Penny squeal in girlish protest.  At the same time, she kept her other hand on Penny’s head and neck, to hold her tightly in place and, in fact, push her down.  “You’re not going anywhere until she’s clean, young lady!”  To reinforce her seriousness, she opened her fingers for a moment, capturing all of Penny and wrenching violently until Penny’s screeching was muffled by her compliance.  “There you go, sweetheart,” Channah murmured, consoling and supportive the instant Penny started obeying.  Without changing position or even pausing, her hand transformed from stick to carrot, her fingers soothing Penny’s flesh even as her subtlest magic flowed into the girl even as, bending her head close to Penny’s, her warm breath flowed into her ear.  “I know you’re not used to it yet, sugarbear, but it will get easier.  Soon it will feel as natural to you as to any other woman.  Well, more so than most, to be honest, because you’ll have a lot more practice.”  The hand that had been holding her head down, stroked her hair again.  “Such a good girl.  Don’t miss her belly-button, sweetie.  Good girl!”

Moving around behind Penny, between Chastity’s legs, she heard Penny’s breath rise to a pant, her hips shifting unconsciously as she began to respond in earnest.  Pouring the soap in a line up the backs of Penny’s legs, Channah rubbed and scrubbed her calves, her knees, and her thighs, encouraging her to lift and straighten each of her legs a minute so she could soap her knees and shins, then gently and meticulously washing her feet as she sighed and twitched.

“Oh… you’re so ticklish, aren’t you, Honey Princess?”

Penny moaned her confession into Chastity’s stomach, then jerked and moued again as Channah briefly tickled the most sensitive centers of her soles.  “I’m going to remember that,” she laughed deep in her throat, then used both hands to deliver a sharp swat to both sides of Penny’s behind.  “Now get on up there and do what both of you girls have been waiting for… you do know what I’m talking about, don’t you Penny?” She laughed “I’m talking about putting your mouth on—I mean, even you, Princess, should know how to do that without my having to explain it,” she teased.  “It’s the most natural thing in the world.  I know you two have been dying to try it out on one another since the moment you transformed, haven’t you?” She demanded, pinching Chastity’s big toe and causing her yelp.  “Go on, beg her for it, you little rebel!”

“Please, Penny!”  Chastity whined, sounding surprised even to herself, but undoubtedly aroused.  “I want to feel your mouth on me!  Ah!” she cried, as—encouraged by Channah’s hands, one reaching up to push down between Penny’s shoulder blades, the other moving between Penny’s legs, Penny’s mouth and hands overcame a final, momentary hesitation and connected with Chastity.

Literature Section “07-07[X] Cleaning Up Chastity’s Mess”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 07 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 898 words::Explicit 1039 words—Accompanying Images:  2011-2013—Published 2025-07-07—©2025 The Remainderman.  This is a work of fiction, not a book of suggestions.  It’s filled with fantasies, idiots, and criminals. Don’t believe them or imitate them.

2007 07-06 Let’s Get Wet
2008 07-06 Boots off, bitches

2009 07-06 This must be a happy family in paradise
2010 07-06 A Pastoral Fantasy

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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.  NOW:

Before they had even finished bathing, Channah had Chastity writhing helplessly on a flat rock in the center of the pool, like a fish out of water or a sacrifice on an altar.  With a final, devastating look, she said:  “Stay.  And don’t you dare, you know.”  Chastity made a strangled cry that caused Channah to shiver with pleasure as, still laughing, she turned to her second victim. 

Penny looked much more nervous than Chas, and much more nervous than she had when she first stepped into the water.  But Channah knew how to handle her:  with authority and strength.  She didn’t even try to direct Penny verbally.  She simply pulled her close, chiding her instead:  “Ap ap,” she shook her head.  “None of that.  You’re coming close to me for your bath, young lady.”  Sensing her embarrassment and feeling her excitement, Channah warned her:  “Deep breath!” and then pushed her head down under the water, holding her a beat or two longer than necessary to make her hyperaware of how much stronger Channah was, and how completely in charge she was.  Channah was pleased to feel that Penny had sunk below the water and was trying to stay there obediently, trying to be a good girl and cooperate rather than resist.  Pulling her up and spinning her ‘round, again like a puppet by moving her rather than by using words, Channah warned:  “Close your eyes sweetie so you don’t get any soap in them.”

Channah started by repeating her actions with Chastity, washing Penny’s hair, face, and arms, before folding her arms at the elbows and placing her hands at the back of her head. 

“Stay still, just like that a moment, honeypot, while I check on your girlfriend,” she instructed, before turning and lazily running her soapy fingers lightly up the insides of Chastity’s thighs and further, laughing with pleasure as the girl shivered and shook and whimpered.  “What a passionate girl you are,” she murmured.  “Now be still, be good, and just watch.” 

Turning back to Penny, and turning her around so Chastity, by raising her head and looking down between her legs, could see Penny’s face and breasts, Channah pressed up tightly against Penny’s back and bottom, making her gasp and whine, ooching her forward until she stood at the edge of the water between Chastity’s legs.  “Doesn’t she look beautiful?”  Channah cooed encouragingly, reaching under Penny’s arms to stroke her temples and then trailing her fingers her cheeks and neck and shoulders.  “With all that soap on her face, forcing her eyes closed and her mouth open to breathe?  Doesn’t she look hot?”

“Yes,” Chastity whimpered truthfully, as Penny moued indignantly. 

Channah took this as her cue to grab Penny firmly in front, watching Chastity’s eyes grow big as saucers, as she scolded Penny:  “Shush, my prudish little Princess.  Nobody’s talking to you, and nobody wants your opinion.  Besides… your face does look beautiful, whether you’re comfortable with the fact or not.  You look like you—”  She broke off as Penny moued again, an angry protest, spoiled by the sharp, breathy sound she made a second later as Channah played gently with her for both girls’ benefit.  Leaning down, she whispered into Penny’s ear:  “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

“Yes, Domina!” she whimpered, nodding helplessly.

Channah nipped her ear before continuing, setting her chin against Penny’s hair and looking at Chastity again, even as she continued to caress Penny, softly and gently:  “We definitely need to clean these, don’t we, futa?  Do you know why?”

She shook her head and whimpered a negative sound.

“So we can enjoy how sweet they taste!”  Chastity groaned and Penny moaned, while their Master gleefully elaborated:  “I’m gonna get soap everywhere… make them slippery and… ooh!  What’s happening?”  She giggled, Penny’s bright red cheeks obvious. 

“Here,” she whispered again, into Penny’s other ear.  “I’m going to give you a boost to help you get up on this rock on your knees, okay honey?”

“Yes ma’am,” Penny agreed, sounding nervous.

“Get ready to jump, little bunny, on one…” she ran her soapy hands down Penny’s sides plunging into the water “two…” where they cupped the bottom of Penny’s cheeks.  “Three!  Jump!”

Penny rose up and Channah helped her settle down slowly onto the rock.  Then Channah slipped clockwise around Chastity’s foot and, from her position by Chastity’s hip, reached over Chastity’s leg to take Penny by the back of her head, pulling her downwards.  “Let’s take your weight off those knees, sweetie,” she suggested gently.  “That’s the way, lay your cheek down on Chastity’s tight tummy and… oh, my, your, you know, are really on top of, you know, aren’t they?”  Chastity made a long, agonized groan as Channh’s hand, pressing down hard between Penny’s shoulder blades, ended the younger girl’s instinctive attempt to rise back up off her friend.  Chastity started panting loudly, prompting Channah to warn her, trying to sound stern through her amusement—“Don’t you dare, Chastity Batonnoir!  She’s not even clean yet!”

But it was too late.  Crying out and apologizing—whether to Channah for disobeying, or to Penny for involving her, was unclear—“I’m sorry!  I’m—sosorry!!!” Channah held Penny’s chest down, continuing to fight Penny’s efforts to rise up on her knees again.  But she let Penny raise her head so she was out of the way.  Penny looked alarmed, like maybe she’d done something wrong, and it was all Channah could do not to laugh out loud.

Literature Section “07-06 Bathing in Chastity’s Fountain”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 06 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—Abridged 914 words::Explicit 1063 words—Accompanying Images:  2007-2010—Published 2025-07-06 (p.m.)—©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.


2003 07-05 Salamacis finds Aphrodite’s sons bathing in her lake
2004 07-06 What is happening to Aphrodite’s children?
2005 07-06 Aphrodite’s new daughters celebrate their transformation
2006 07-05 Salamacis, pleased with Aphrodite’s new daughters

PREVIOUSLY:  For seven days and nights, Chastity and Penance have been tormented, tested, pushed, and bewitched by the succubae and their human operatives, leaving them feeling rootless, lost, malleable, in need of comfort, and desperate for love.  Now, finally, Channah gives them what they long for, introducing them to her private mountain vale.  NOW:

Beyond the hot bath, the forest stream, and the washing-pool was a breathtaking vista, revealed between the high greyish-black cliffs to their left and the forest canopy to their right.  Channah’s vale ended in a low rise of rock, its lowest point the drain and surface level of the bathing pool.  Beyond it were a line of jagged mountain peaks; and, as they got closer, opening out below before the distant peaks, a deep and wide valley thousands of feet below them.

“Remember how everything in the vale looks,” Channah cautioned her girls—as if, they imagined, they could ever forget!  “This, exactly so, is the way I want it.  I gave my gardeners and servants the week off.  Mainly for privacy, so we can enjoy the true, intimate seclusion our marriage entitles us to—something that is among the most difficult things for me, as a Queen, to obtain.  Priceless!  You cannot imagine the constant attention of flatterers and wheedlers, or the freedom of being alone with my loving wives.”  She sighed, squeezing them both as she continued to guide them, past the hot bath and over the stream on a little bridge.  “But partly, I confess, because it turns me on to see my play-partners working and serving me.”  She shivered anticipatorily, leaving them in no doubt how much she meant it.  “It’s almost better than sex, which is saying something for a succubus,” she drawled.  “So expect to spend some time each day cleaning and caring for my paradise.  Obviously,” she shrugged, “You’ll do the cooking and laundry as well,” she purred at the thought, her eyes dancing.  “And I will sit and watch you sweating in the warmth of the afternoon sun.  Oh, yes, you must do the hardest work in the afternoons…” she cooed, running her hands over their shoulders and backs.  “You simply must…” she bit her lip, and shook her head, as if to clear it. 

“But not today.  And not tomorrow.  I know you sweethearts are exhausted.  We have plenty of prepared food to last us a couple of days and everything is spotless now.  So, the intensely sexual cleaning,” she emphasized breathily, pausing to kiss each of them, her anticipation making them want to serve her and turn her on, compounding their submissive natures, before she continued, “Will have to wait.  A little spicy anticipation even as we indulge ourselves completely, playing with one another.”

Leaving them a moment, standing and staring dumbly out over the chasm in wonder, she stepped to a low chest like a coffee table between two chaise lounges, removing towels—which she set on one of the chaises beside their chastity cages—a bottle of castile soap, and some clean rags; before returning to them, setting the rags and bottle close to the edge of the bathing pool and removing their wrist and ankle cuffs, first Chastity’s, then Penny’s.  She helped them and made them feel cared for by massaging their stiff shoulders and arms as they groaned in relief.

“Now,” she smiled coyly at the girls, “Kneel before me.  Go on, I have to get ready to bathe, too!”

Looking at one another in delighted but nervous surprise, having never seen their own Domina naked before, despite the liberties they had been allowed with her, they knelt.  Smiling magnanimously, she placed her hand on top of Chastity’s head for balance and insolently lifted her foot, presenting her boot to the two girls, who quickly worked it off.  When they stopped, looking up at her expectantly, she raised a questioning eyebrow.  “And my stocking and garter?”

Embarrassed, hands fairly quaking, they reached tentatively under her skirts to removed them, struggling not to take any unnecessary liberties by touching her skin more than necessary.  Then, with her hand on Penny’s head, she lifted the other foot and they attended to it in turn.  She then turned around and directed them to the hooks and clasps on her back where they released her dress, Penny gasping as it fluttered to the ground, leaving her only in her bra.  The girls nearly hyperventilated at the sight of her bare skin.  Looking back over her shoulder at them, and where their gazes turned and lingered, she smirked, enjoying their attention.  “Go on!  What are you waiting for?”

“Your permission” Chastity explained.  “Your command,” Penny answered.  As she laughed at them, they both, understanding they should not wait, tried and eventually succeeded at removing her bra.  Ignoring them, she flounced into the water, up to her thighs, before spinning around, shivering from the shock of the cool water, and giving them a sultry look as she sank back into the pool. 

“Don’t be shy, girls.  Chastity, honey, can you bring the soap?  And Penny, sweetie, the rags?”  She laughed as they scrambled to collect the supplies and splash into the water with her.  “Let’s bathe… Chastity first.  Come here, darling.”

Pecking Penny on the cheek so she wouldn’t feel ignored, she turned to Chastity and, reaching below the water, found what she had expected.  She stared into her wife’s eyes, smiling, until Chastity looked away, embarrassed.  “Duck your head to get your hair wet,” she ordered, and when Chastity came back to the surface, sputtering, she was ready, her hands slippery with the Castile soap.  “Turn around.”  And then she began washing Chastity, sensually, hair and face, neck and shoulders, followed by her arms, humming softly as she felt Chas relaxing and melting under her ministrations.

There was a flat rock, about the size of a small bunk, in the middle of the washing pool, and she made Chastity climb onto it so she could soap her feet, her legs, her back, her breasts, her belly, and finally her clitty and bottom.  She obviously enjoyed it the most when Chas did, squirming with nervousness and excitement as her hands moved over the girl’s most-sensitive parts.  She lingered especially long on her clitty and breasts, enjoying watching Chas writhe and Penny shrink back nervously.  Standing above Chastity’s head, she leaned over her, slowly rubbing soap into and around her nipples while making out with her, their heads facing in opposite directions, Chas moaning and arching her back.  Last of all, Channah stood between Chas’s legs, pushing her fingers over Chas’s stiff, soapy flesh, locking eyes with her and drinking up every bit of Chas’s vulnerability and loss of control.  She moved with a teasing, unbearable slowness, squeezing and tickling, giggling mischievously.  Her delight increased in proportion to Chas’s desperation and frustration, and even Penny became lost in the drama, losing her own self-consciousness and staring with rapt fascination at the drama rising to its climax before her.

With consummate skill, Channah drew out Chastity’s passion until the girl started begging out loud, helplessly pleading for mercy, staring into and drowning in Channah’s sparkling, delighted eyes….

Literature Section “07-05 In the Bathing Pool”—more material available at TheRemainderman.com—Part 05 of Chapter Seven, “Channah’s Slavegirls:  Pawns of the Court of Lust”—1148 words—Accompanying Images:  2003-2004—Published 2025-07-06 (a.m.)—©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.