PREVIOUSLY: Channah, a Queen of Hell, for reasons of her own, has married two human transgender girls she is taking through the Hell of Lust on a flying chariot ride to reach their honeymoon destination. At the foreboding Chang’an Castle, Penny and Chas are trapped, held by their Domina Channah while the mysterious and powerful Duchess Fang tests their compliance with her thumbs in the girls’ mouths, her long nails tickling the backs of their throats. NOW:
“Mmm… your big pink dolphins make nice and compliant pond fish. Your eager surprise visitor will be very pleased with their gentle dispositions.” Fang spoke carefully, almost going out of her way to concentrate on Penny’s conflicted eyes as the faintest expression of satisfied pleasure, almost hidden successfully, flashed across her face.
Channah, who always seemed to know everything, gratifyingly stiffened a bit in surprise behind the girls. “Visitor? Who?”
As soon as the glint of amusement was gone from her face, Fang looked up at Channah, keeping her hands where they were. “Your other wild horse. I mean beside that one.” She nodded her head toward Fury, who gave a snort of satisfaction. “Not domesticated and neutered like these two.” Her mouth twisted in a cruel smile, enjoying humiliating them in passing. “Apparently, she was eager to observe their first dance.”
Channah, back to her usual self, snorted with satisfaction. “Then I’m glad she missed it. These two are so fun to play with, I couldn’t wait until we reached our paradise. I gave the girls a little taste of what’s expected of them at your satanikoklus.”
“And how did they handle it, Your Majesty?”
“Like they were practically born to it. Of course, Penny’s the shy one, but they were both most enthusiastic.” The girls blushed at this description.
Fang smiled down at them, not entirely nicely, pulling her thumbs outward in their mouths, her sharp nails like fishhooks pulling up and out, distending their cheeks, as she laughed deep in her throat, eventually popping her thumbs out and lightly slapping each girl’s cheek.
“And do they know what pleases you, Your Majesty? Although I gather from Penny’s sharp intake of breath, that she has some idea?”
“She knows exactly what I want,” Channah replied, both of them pleased at the way Penny squirmed.
“Then I suppose the only question is whether she loves you enough to give it to you,” Fang mused, looking contemplatively, almost judgmentally, at Penny’s burning, blushing face.
“That is about the size of it,” Channah sniggered.
Without letting go of Penny’s chin, or allowing her to break eye contact, Fang lowered her other hand to rest on Chas’s crotch, and then squeeze it. Chas shuddered and cried out with surprise, but not resistance.
“It doesn’t feel like you’re asking very much.”
“I’m really not,” Channah chortled, seeming to have a lot more fun with this exchange than the reserved Fang. “Might we impose on you, Fang dear, by continuing this conversation at your hetaraslakos?”
“Of course. Your company there is always welcome. Also, if I may, I had wedding gifts prepared for your girls. Perhaps it would please you if I shared them now?”
“Really?” A saucy glint immediately appeared in Channah’s eye, and she spoke for all three of them when she said: “By all means, my curiosity is not the only thing you’re arousing. We would like to see!”
Fang looked at the girls, as serene as always, deadpanning: “I’d pull you by your little leads, but you’re far too short. I’d have to walk with my knees bent.” So she took each girl by her hair and the scruff of her neck, making them bend forward a little bit, and bitch-walked them towards the nearest door. “As you know, Your Majesty, we actually have three hetaraslakos, one on each side. But today, I would guess the best to try would be one of those you flew nearest, because they may have attracted a larger share of the damned.”
The girls remained carefully silent but shared what they would have liked to have been a furtive glance between themselves.
“You didn’t know?” Fang asked for the second time since they had met. “You didn’t recognize any friends or relatives?”
“Fang… you’re naughty,” Channah teased. “It’s no fun when you give everything away. Yes, girls, the red devils and demons are the damned. Or,” she reflected thoughtfully, “What we call the damned. Since I suppose, technically, you could say everyone here, other than the quite rare sill-living visitors such as yourself, is damned. But we use the term to mean them, the most-miserable and least-capable residents of hell.”
Penny opened her mouth to ask about it, then visibly craned her neck toward the Countess, as much as her hand would allow, and fell silent.
Fang nodded. “A wise girl does not keep buying before she learns the price.”
As the women walked, they switched to another language neither girl understood, or indeed had ever heard before. They were busy enough without listening: At the uncomfortable angle Fang was holding them, it took all their effort and attention just to crane their necks enough, and raise their eyes enough, so they could see where they were going well enough to avoid falling flat on their faces. Although the inflections and tones of the language the women spoke were strange, neither one felt like their conversation was directed at the girls. Instead, Penny’s best guess was, Channah was asking questions about Chang’an, or perhaps all of Hell in her absence, and Fang was answering them.
In the middle of the large and elegant building nearest the central triangle where they had landed, there was a small, parallelogram-shaped courtyard. What appeared to be fashion workshops were visible through the windows on the right, facing a large, ornate, heavily-barred door to their left flanked by two impassive soldiers who came to rigid attention with eyes front the instant they detected Fang’s group approaching. Immediately above the doorway were two balconies on the second and third floors, with a handful of beautiful women chatting and looking out from them over what seemed like a perfectly dismal little courtyard to Penny. Putting herself in their place, and considering by comparison how much she missed the cool breezes and rich green-and-brown colors of Earth, she could only imagine how sterile and unpleasant life must be here to make standing on one of those porches, in this place, attractive. It’s not like there were cool breezes on the balcony, after all; only the ever-spraying sand.
The beautiful girls immediately summoned an older woman, who nodded and bowed repeatedly as Fang spoke with her, before disappearing from sight. The two guards, hearing the exchange, used a heavy key to unlock the gates and swing them open, confirming what had been obvious when they were still closed: namely, that a pair of heavy wooden doors painted yellow, were immediately behind the gate.
Channah and Fang continued to wait, speaking animatedly, the Duchess continuing to use the girls as armrests, until the yellow doors were pulled open by four girls so absolutely beautiful, they immediately made Chas and Penny feel self-conscious. Each girl carried a box wrapped in delicate red paper. Rather than emerging, they stayed with the doors, two of them holding each one of them open, and all of them curtsying as they faced one another.
After a momentary, but nonetheless dramatic, pause, a fifth girl strolled out of what seemed to be a harem.
And she reset the bar.
Literature Section “06-65 Hella Honeymoon XXI”—Part 65 of Chapter Six, “Le Saccage de la Sale Bête Rouge” (“Rampage of the Dirty Red Beast”)—1077 words—Accompanying Images: 1602-1604—Published 2025-04-17—©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.